If you like your erotica peppered with end of the world dystopian action and plenty of peril and sex... please, step this way...
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| Book 1 |
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| Book 3 - the climax |
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| 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 tabitharayne@gmail.com - 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.
Karen Shenton
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.
Sassy's Reviews
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.
Debi Hursh
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.
Cheryl Jackson
These reader
reviews appear on Goodreads and online bookstores including Amazon.
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
Need MORE convincing???
Anyone who buys one through my Paypal will be put in a draw to win one of my ink drawings (unless you say you don't want to). Click here to view some examples - only for the UK readers I'm afraid and I won't be able to choose a winner until they've all gone (in the spirit of fairness) so you may have to wait a bit for that announcement!
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I hope you enjoy - these paperbacks have literally been years in the making - I really ought to throw a party!
Thanks for reading x x x
georgous covers, fab books xxx
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