Hi
Dawn, thank you so much for having me here at your place. I love that you're
addicted to reading – one of the good ones :D I think I am addicted to writing
– it can get out of hand when I haven't had my 'fix' of tapping those keys –
however, the worst thing is when I have nothing to write – when my head is
blank and I have writer's block – that
is when I realise that actually, it is a real addiction! I get grumpy,
frustrated and feel ill at ease. It isn't just a case of, oh well, I'll just go
do something else then – when you need to write, nothing can fill in those
blanks. I do manage times of word drought with some drawing – so thank goodness
my creative demon can be appeased a little with that, and thankfully, I haven't
had both of writing and drawing dessert me at the same time... yet *crosses
fingers*.
In
my new book, The Meeting Point, addictions are a luxury that nobody can afford.
It is set in a dystopian future and is the final book in my erotic fantasy
trilogy, The Clockwork butterfly. My characters are living in a hostile austere
environment where love is the only thing that gets them through. So perhaps, in
a way, love, sex and that spiritual union is an addiction to them – or is it
simply survival? When does an addiction become essentail to your survival and
vice-versa?
Anyway
– that's got me thinking... *wanders off*
I
thought that to entice you to follow my tour, I'd put consecutive excerpts
every day. Here is the very last ;) It's the point where three of my leading
characters must leave behind material things and make their escape into the
wilderness...
To
see where else I've been or going – click here
The Meeting Point excerpt – The final book
in The Clockwork Butterfly trilogy
They stopped dead at the threshold of the main entrance.
“Those bastards,” exclaimed Angelo, but there was a smile on his
face.
Lena pushed past him to see Mae slump to her knees. “They took the
damn horses!” she said, dragging items out of her bags and discarding them.
“Well, there goes my life in riches. We can’t possibly carry all this.”
Lena rifled through her own bags and hauled out some of the pretty
things she’d taken when her eyes had been full of lust for such treasures. It
seemed strange now to be so greedy for things not essential to their survival.
They had no idea where they were headed. Who knew, they may have to camp in a
forest somewhere. Lena shivered at the thought. She’d become too used to the
opulence of The Wasp’s boudoir and fine things. She pulled out a silver
candlestick and matching silver hairbrush and mirror set.
“Ahem.” Angelo cocked an eyebrow and stood with his hand on his hip,
mocking her frivolity.
“I know, I know, but look at them. They’re gorgeous.”
Mae looked equally unimpressed as she threw down some heels and a
jet encrusted corset.
“Wait,” said Lena, picking up the garment. “Can’t we keep this?” Her
mind was cast back to The Wasp, beautifully strapped in and tiny, wearing this
very piece. Lena had even worn it on occasion and it had made her feel
glorious.
“It’s pretty heavy,” Angelo reasoned, and Lena had to admit it was
true. They might have a long way to go and she didn’t want her arms aching
unnecessarily. Reluctantly, she placed the corset amongst the reject pile and
sorted through the other things. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mae
squirrel something away, something that didn’t look very small either. A
delicious tingle ran through her as she thought about what the item might be.
Stowing the things away as best they could under the one straggly
bush in the courtyard, the trio were at last ready to leave.
“Shouldn’t we let some of the other prisoners free, Angelo?”
Guilt crossed his face, but left as quickly as it came.
“No,” he said determinedly. “We have no time. Come on.”
The three of them finally made it out of the heavy iron gates and
approached the acres of moorland beyond.
“Okay.” Mae stepped forward, placing her hands on her hips, and Lena
admired her rounded bottom through the draped finery. She was a woman who
suited such garments. “Where to?”
The high from the actual escape began to ebb away, leaving Lena with
a quiet, empty feeling. Where would they go? Gnawing doubt and fear for their
future on the run began to weigh down on her, and she feared she had actually
become institutionalized. Just as she was about to tell the others, something
came toward them through the sunset orange sky. Lena squinted, her gaze
following the erratic bat-like flight of the creature. Her heart skipped a
little as she realized what it was. The clockwork butterfly she’d given The
Wasp landed a little haphazardly on her upturned palm.
“Look,” she called to Mae and Angelo as she discovered the tiny note
poked into the creature’s belly.
“What does it say?” Angelo asked as he picked it out of Lena’s
grasp.
“Join us.”...
Blurb
– The Meeting Point
A story of love, freedom, and
the future of mankind. Deborah Regan has broken free from the prison where
she’s been unjustly held for the past eight years. The scale of the devastation
to the land outside is overwhelming. Toxins have taken hold, and the planet is
dying. Deborah vows to find her lover Marcus and flee to the safety of the
hills where their story first began.
Marcus is one of the few
remaining men left on earth, and Deborah finds him held captive at a pleasure
farm where he is kept to service rich and powerful women. Escape for him is
complex and dangerous. They can only hope that the trio who helped Deborah
before will come to their aid. Marcus has heard from his clients over the years
of a mythical place with its own microclimate that toxin clouds seem to miss.
He is sure they can find it and will be able to build a future together.
Mae, Lena, and Angelo feel
compelled to find Deborah and Marcus who they know have a special connection
that might prove essential to their survival. They make haste to track the
couple and realize the plan they have chosen is fraught with danger and
conflict.
Will they make it to the utopia
Marcus dreams of?
Content Warning: contains
graphic sex scenes with multiple partners, including m/f and f/f sexual
interaction, strong language, and end of the world shenanigans
*The explosive climax to Taking
Flight and A Clockwork Butterfly.
Book
3: The Meeting Point – out now! And what this post's been all about:
Beachwalk
Press http://beachwalkpress.com/the-meeting-point/
Other
books in the series:
Book
1: A Clockwork Butterfly Now Available for only 99c!
Beachwalk
Press http://beachwalkpress.com/a-clockwork-butterfly/
Book
2: Taking Flight
– now available – comment on any of my tour posts and I'll pop you in a draw
for a copy of this one – if you can't wait, here's the buy links:
Beachwalk
Press http://beachwalkpress.com/taking-flight/
Follow the tour at http://www.writermarketing.co.uk/prpromotion/blog-tours/currently-on-tour/tabitha-rayne-3/
Tabitha Rayne has been told she is quirky, lovely and kinky – not
necessarily in that order or by the same person. She writes erotic romance and
as long as there’s a love scene – she’ll explore any genre.
Her short stories are included in anthologies from Cleis Press,
Ravenous Romance, HarperCollins Mischief, Xcite, Oysters & Chocolate,
Burning Books Press and House of Erotica. Her novella, Mia's Books won a
Reader's Choice Award with TwoLips reviews. The Meeting Point is the third book
in The Clockwork Butterfly trilogy from Beachwalk Press.
Tabitha also has a passion for art and takes great pleasure in
painting nude ladies.
Amazon Author PageUK
Amazon Author PageUS - provides an up to date book list
Thank
you for reading! X x x
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