If you like your erotica peppered with end of the world dystopian action and plenty of peril and sex... please, step this way...
|Book 3 - the climax|
|Book 2 - a prequel|
I was hoping to take a suitcase full down to Sexpo and do a proper launch, but I'm afraid, life has rather popped a spanner in the works - so now I have a big old pile of these babies looking for new homes!
If you would like to buy one from me direct and you are in the UK, please Paypal £6.99 for Taking Flight and The Meeting Point - £8.50 for A Clockwork Butterfly to firstname.lastname@example.org - I'll take care of the P&P for free! Remember to state which book you want.
If you are outside UK please click on the book covers to be taken to your local option.
So I guess I'd better give you a reason to part with your cash and invest your -precious time in reading this story...
Here are some reviews...
What an amazing ending to a wonderful trilogy! This book brings all of the characters back together again to perfectly wrap up the story. It's emotional, it's outrageously hot and it's beautifully written. I sobbed at the final bit but I'm not telling you why! Thank you Tabitha for writing one of my new favourite series of all time.
Tabitha Rayne is a truly fantastic writer and knows exactly how to relate to her audience. She draws the reader into an unknown fantasy world and allows them to escape reality with emotionally charged and extremely erotic scenes. I have read a few of Tabitha's books now and would very highly recommend any of them.
This is a sequel to A Clockwork Butterfly. Awesome, Awesome, Awesome! This may be my favorite out of the three. I was happy to see characters from A Clockwork Butterfly come back and meet up with The Taking Flight Characters. Even some of the ones that we didn't like get a second chance from past mistakes. The love that is given and received from a group of seven people is just outstanding. Witnessing this make you think you can just about achieve anything. The ending of the story I did not see coming. I wasn't really sure how this was going to end but man it was great. What a way to go.
I make no secret about the Clockwork Butterfly books being my favourite trilogy when it comes to erotica. I love the menage scenes and the setting of the world is something that really appeals to me. I guess that's one of the things I enjoy about the trilogy, although it's not short on sex scene there is plenty of "little moments". Moments where the characters say and do much more than interact in traditional ways, a movement, a smile, a silence or a glance saying much more than can be written. Of course I'm a big fan of the sex scenes too and Tabitha does not disappoint.
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So - you need more convincing? How about a sexy steamy excerpt. This is one of my favourite moments from Taking Flight where our leading couple is on the run and comes across a BDSM scene in the forest. It awakens something within them both...
Deborah followed behind Marcus, reminding herself to take in her surroundings every now and then instead of staring incessantly at the hypnotic gait of his heels as they trod through the undergrowth. The forest was truly beautiful, mainly oak and silver birch filling it up. They must have been walking for at least a couple of hours when Marcus stopped her.
“Shh.” He reached back, halting her with his palm, “Listen.”
In the distance was a rhythmic cracking sound, biting into the air. Almost like a twig snapping underfoot but not quite. It was followed every now and then by a whimper. Deborah froze. The acoustics of the forest were oppressive, yet oddly echoed the noise. It seemed to ricochet off the bark of the tree trunks and bounce right to them. She could tell Marcus was intrigued and he started moving, more cautiously this time, palming the branches as he went, being careful not to let them spring back in her face. As they moved closer to the sound, they reached a small incline. They got down on their bellies and crawled to the brow, which descended into a natural birch-lined amphitheatre. Deborah held her breath and stared at the sight before her.
Between two trees, a naked woman was tied spread-eagle. Lash marks were visible over her back and thighs. Her long hair tumbled about her shoulders as she let her head fall back. A scruffy-looking man wearing only woodcutter’s breeches stood slightly to the side of her, wielding a switch of what looked to Deborah to be red hazel. As they watched, the man sliced the switch through the air and whipped the woman soundly on the buttocks. She let out a throaty groan and Deborah went to spring forward to demand what was going on. No sooner had she twitched the first muscle than Marcus pounced on top of her, flattening her to the ground and holding her mouth closed. She breathed angrily though her nose as they continued watching the scene of torture.
“Shh,” Marcus growled into her ear. “Just watch.”
It was all she could do, pinned to the forest floor with her face aimed at the show. She was bewildered and all her instincts wanted to free the poor woman who was being so savagely beaten.
Struggling, she tried to wriggle out of Marcus’s grip, but he held her fast and whispered again.
“I mean it, watch…”
She relaxed her body, knowing the battle would be lost anyway, and stared. The woman was swaying in what must have been agony on the ropes which bit into her wrists and ankles.
The weight of Marcus on her back stifled Deborah’s breath. The whip lashed the woman once more. When the cry came, Deborah was shocked to feel Marcus pressing his pelvis into her behind. He was obviously enjoying the scene and his cock began to stir and harden, pressing into her flesh. Deborah didn’t know what to feel and was suddenly furious as he stared to slowly hump her bottom through their joint layers of clothing.
She was about to scream out and throw him off when she saw the tied woman look around to her captor. Her eyes were sparkling and the most dazzling smile crossed her face. He let the cane fall to his side for a moment and leaned in to kiss her, long and sensuously, while his free hand reached down between her legs and began to massage her pussy and ass. The woman responded by pressing her hips backward, exposing as much of her sex to his advances as she could while tied to a tree.
Marcus’s cock stiffened further as the man began to finger the woman slowly with two thick digits. Deborah saw that the fingers of the man and the inner thighs of the woman were slick with desire, and she started to feel the wet tingling in her own pussy.
Marcus still had his hands over her mouth and started to massage her lips with his middle finger, forcing it in between her teeth, mimicking the pussy play on show for them. Deborah began to suckle him, letting him probe her mouth and pulse in and out of it like he was fucking her there. Her nipples puckered and peaked within her clothing. As if he felt it happen, Marcus’s other hand rode up under her top, into her bra, and pulled a breast out, exposing it to the earthy forest floor. Her whole body flooded with sensation as he tweaked her nipple and fingered her mouth while humping her to the sight of the two people performing below. She opened her legs and Marcus sank into the space between, riding her ass while she ground her mound into the dirt. He released her nipple and snaked his way down to her desperate pudenda. He cupped the bony nub, letting it rest on the fleshy heel of his hand while his fingers hooked into her dampening knickers through her skirt. She humped and wriggled until her skirt hitched up over her hips.
Marcus helped it along. He pulled her knickers to the side and slid his fingers in and out in time with the attentions on her mouth.
All the while they watched the man and woman. Laying down his crop, the man ducked under her arm and stood to face her. He looked at her intensely before falling to his knees in front of her, devouring her pussy in long, slurping kisses. The woman made frantic whimpering noises again and writhed in her bindings.
Deborah couldn’t take her eyes off the scene. Her pussy soaked through her panties while Marcus still fingered her. She was so wet and so full of desire that she sucked harder and deeper on Marcus’s hand, taking more and more fingers in, trying to swallow him up. He took the hint and dragged down his jeans, letting his thick, heavy cock fall out onto her ass. She arched her hips up, giving him the best entry, and he teased her, dipping in the tiniest way, easing her open slowly despite the fact she was so wet he could have sunk in unhindered.
The woman below was now being licked and sucked as the man shoved two fingers deep into her. Deborah had the perfect view and thought she would pass out with the sheer lust of the situation. She wanted to be fucked harder and deeper than she ever had been—she wanted to be that woman, tied to the tree and whipped. Remembering the sting of the slap Marcus had given her the night before made her pussy burn with excitement.
The man was now pulling down his own trousers with his free hand, letting his sizable dick fall out before clutching it in his fist and pumping in time with his frantic attentions on the bound woman. She was howling with sexual abandon now, and finally, Marcus thrust himself deep inside Deborah’s yearning, wet cunt. She panted damply through her nose and wriggled as Marcus returned his hand to between her pussy lips, rubbing her bud in time with his thrusting.
Deborah had never felt so open and wanton and let her body flop as she witnessed the woman’s final squeal, watching as her pussy convulsed and her climax juices ran down the hand of the man while he came in a white arc over the springy forest floor. It was the most erotic sight she’d ever seen, and Deborah’s pussy began to spasm as the orgasm that she’d been on the brink of burst through, rippling from the pit of her abdomen out through her pussy, into her clit, all the way up through her torso, and out through her mouth in an ear-splitting shriek.
Marcus quickly rolled back, out of view from the couple who turned to see where the noise had come from. He flipped Deborah back into position and fucked her hard and fast from behind, grabbing her hair and biting into her shoulder to stop himself from shouting out too as he came deep inside her. She could feel his heart racing when he fell on top of her, and she did her best to resist the temptation to giggle. Adrenalin, sexual relief, and excitement had worked her up into a nervous state, and the thought of those two discovering their voyeurs made her almost hysterical. She couldn’t stop shaking as Marcus tried to keep her silent and still.
“Shh,” he whispered, but she could hear the tell-tale quiver of a giggle in his voice too.
He slowly eased off and motioned for her to come quickly and quietly. They snapped a couple of branches and started to run without looking back to where the man was now shouting after them...
And there you have it! It all gets into sexual spiritual, end of the world crazy shenanigans after that :D
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I hope you enjoy - these paperbacks have literally been years in the making - I really ought to throw a party!
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