I can’t believe it’s here – Taking Flight, Book 2 in A Clockwork Butterfly trilogy (erotic fantasy) – has been translated into American and re-published for your sexy reading delights!!
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Here’s a wee snippet – if you are a reviewer and would like a copy – I have a few – so drop me an email: tabitharayne @ gmail.com
Anyone could find her here—bandits, guards… She tried to
rationalize her fear but her physiology took over, flooding her
senses with fight-or-flight cortisones. The sensation started in her
chest and swelled, radiating to every cell, making her soar above
herself and stare down at the sight of a naked, disheveled forest
nymph, bound and hanging. The imagined sight made her part her legs
and bear down, catching her arousal in her abdomen and forcing it
into her pussy, where she tried to focus all the energy that was
threatening to send her out of control. It took all her concentration
to keep everything centered there—all her fear, desire, lust,
euphoria—but she knew it was essential somehow.
rationalize her fear but her physiology took over, flooding her
senses with fight-or-flight cortisones. The sensation started in her
chest and swelled, radiating to every cell, making her soar above
herself and stare down at the sight of a naked, disheveled forest
nymph, bound and hanging. The imagined sight made her part her legs
and bear down, catching her arousal in her abdomen and forcing it
into her pussy, where she tried to focus all the energy that was
threatening to send her out of control. It took all her concentration
to keep everything centered there—all her fear, desire, lust,
euphoria—but she knew it was essential somehow.
A sharp crack snapped her back to the reality of her situation again;
someone was close. She tensed every sinew. Alert and staring, Deborah
scoured her surroundings. Something moved in the shrubbery. It darted
like an animal, low and erratic, as if cornered, but it didn’t add
up. She strained her senses in its direction and tried to catch the
scent on the breeze. Human.
someone was close. She tensed every sinew. Alert and staring, Deborah
scoured her surroundings. Something moved in the shrubbery. It darted
like an animal, low and erratic, as if cornered, but it didn’t add
up. She strained her senses in its direction and tried to catch the
scent on the breeze. Human.
Shuddering, she could feel her body expand to a vast canvass of
nakedness. The nasal breathing of someone staring hard at the object
of their intent filled her ears. Deborah gripped the strapping on
each wrist tight and tensed her muscles in a way that she hoped would
alert the watcher to her strength in this situation, not her
vulnerability. Her skin flushed with warmth under the scrutiny of the
shadowy, hidden figure. They stared at each other; she completely
exposed and he—she could smell it was a he—completely obscured.
There was a strange control conundrum going on in Deborah’s head:
as long as he kept himself hidden and meek, she felt like she was
holding the power. She let this thought roll around in her psyche and
was amazed to feel her body relax and melt into this newfound
confidence. Letting the ropes take her weight, she hung a little,
shifting her feet apart and opening her legs to share her wet
treasure with the voyeur.
nakedness. The nasal breathing of someone staring hard at the object
of their intent filled her ears. Deborah gripped the strapping on
each wrist tight and tensed her muscles in a way that she hoped would
alert the watcher to her strength in this situation, not her
vulnerability. Her skin flushed with warmth under the scrutiny of the
shadowy, hidden figure. They stared at each other; she completely
exposed and he—she could smell it was a he—completely obscured.
There was a strange control conundrum going on in Deborah’s head:
as long as he kept himself hidden and meek, she felt like she was
holding the power. She let this thought roll around in her psyche and
was amazed to feel her body relax and melt into this newfound
confidence. Letting the ropes take her weight, she hung a little,
shifting her feet apart and opening her legs to share her wet
treasure with the voyeur.
A rustle in the leaves signaled approval and Deborah ventured a twist
of the shoulders that carried down through her chest, hips, and
knees, and ended with a flourish on her pointed toes. Her body needed
to move and sway now, and she carried on her slow, snake-like dance,
throwing her head back as she dangled on her bindings. They took her
weight easily as she lifted her outstretched legs and brought them up
in a V shape to display her splayed, ripe pussy to the stranger. If
Deborah could have found the will inside her to stop, she would have,
but something had crept in while she was experiencing the beauty of
the forest—something feral had awakened. Maybe the forest itself
had her under a spell, mimicking its unashamed joy at being alive.
She wanted to celebrate the day, the moment, the life, her sex. She
wanted to fuck and be fucked, not just physically but spiritually.
And she felt like she was on the brink of both.
of the shoulders that carried down through her chest, hips, and
knees, and ended with a flourish on her pointed toes. Her body needed
to move and sway now, and she carried on her slow, snake-like dance,
throwing her head back as she dangled on her bindings. They took her
weight easily as she lifted her outstretched legs and brought them up
in a V shape to display her splayed, ripe pussy to the stranger. If
Deborah could have found the will inside her to stop, she would have,
but something had crept in while she was experiencing the beauty of
the forest—something feral had awakened. Maybe the forest itself
had her under a spell, mimicking its unashamed joy at being alive.
She wanted to celebrate the day, the moment, the life, her sex. She
wanted to fuck and be fucked, not just physically but spiritually.
And she felt like she was on the brink of both.
Taking
Flight
by Tabitha
Rayne
The
prequel to A
Clockwork Butterfly
Genre(s):
Futuristic Erotic Romance Price:
$4.99
Beachwalk
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Flight
by Tabitha
Rayne
The
prequel to A
Clockwork Butterfly
Genre(s):
Futuristic Erotic Romance Price:
$4.99
Beachwalk
Amazon UK
Amazon .COM
Lovers
on the run in search of a bond that transcends all else.
Dr.
Deborah Regan is a scientist working on a cure to the poison that’s
killing the male population and destroying the natural world. But
when she makes a breakthrough in her research, it becomes clear that
the authorities have no intention of finding a cure, and now that
she’s getting closer to an answer, she’s a threat to them—a threat
they need to deal with quickly.
Deborah Regan is a scientist working on a cure to the poison that’s
killing the male population and destroying the natural world. But
when she makes a breakthrough in her research, it becomes clear that
the authorities have no intention of finding a cure, and now that
she’s getting closer to an answer, she’s a threat to them—a threat
they need to deal with quickly.
Deborah
and her partner, Marcus, flee to the forest where they meet another
couple on the run. Birch and Hazel show them how to survive in the
wild and teach them the theory of ultimate unity. They believe that
by finding sexual nirvana at the point of intense orgasm, they will
break through the barriers of physicality and become one.
and her partner, Marcus, flee to the forest where they meet another
couple on the run. Birch and Hazel show them how to survive in the
wild and teach them the theory of ultimate unity. They believe that
by finding sexual nirvana at the point of intense orgasm, they will
break through the barriers of physicality and become one.
It
soon becomes apparent that Deborah has an aptitude for falling into
this trance-like state, and she manages to bring Marcus on her
journey. Their spirits can indeed join together at the meeting point,
suspended in time and space while they climax.
soon becomes apparent that Deborah has an aptitude for falling into
this trance-like state, and she manages to bring Marcus on her
journey. Their spirits can indeed join together at the meeting point,
suspended in time and space while they climax.
When
Birch and Hazel become jealous of the young couple’s ease at reaching
ultimate unity—something they’ve unsuccessfully tried to do for
years—they betray Deborah and Marcus to the authorities. As they
are separated, Marcus begs Deborah to continue to search for the
ultimate sexual unity, because he’s convinced that no matter where
they are, this connection will allow them to meet again on a
spiritual plane.
Birch and Hazel become jealous of the young couple’s ease at reaching
ultimate unity—something they’ve unsuccessfully tried to do for
years—they betray Deborah and Marcus to the authorities. As they
are separated, Marcus begs Deborah to continue to search for the
ultimate sexual unity, because he’s convinced that no matter where
they are, this connection will allow them to meet again on a
spiritual plane.
Will
this metaphysical union be enough for a couple so deeply in love?
this metaphysical union be enough for a couple so deeply in love?
Content
Warning: This book contains apocalyptic peril and graphic sexual
content, including m/f and f/f sexual interaction, along with BSDM*
Warning: This book contains apocalyptic peril and graphic sexual
content, including m/f and f/f sexual interaction, along with BSDM*
Here’s the covers of the other books in the trilogy
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| Out now! |
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| Out June 15th |