I'm Tabitha Rayne and I haven't posted for a little while, but I'm super excited to reveal that Beachwalk Press will be publishing Finding Unity, the final book in my Meeting Point Trilogy in May this year. I'm going through the edits right now and really enjoying it.
To give you a teaser of what's to come I'm sharing a little from A Clockwork Butterfly, the first book in the series.
Thanks for having me along!
“Kiss the proboscis,” Angelo said softly.
“Uh-huh,” he urged again, and Lena leaned toward the metal tube. “Use your tongue. There needs to be saliva.”
Lena felt ridiculous, but did as he said, licking tentatively at the tiny curled spear.
“There,” he said, satisfied, and held the creature to the window, which barely opened six inches. “Now, watch.”
And Lena did. The butterfly fell for an instant, then the wings began to whir into action, lifting it chaotically upward until it found some balance. It was incredibly realistic and mimicked the stuttering, yet graceful, flight of a real butterfly.
“It’s incredible,” Lena exclaimed, excited and scared at the same time as the little insect flew higher and around the top of an oak tree. “Where’s it going?”
“You’ll see.” The male smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Lena moved a little closer, allowing her body to absorb his heat. Shielding her eyes to get a clearer view, she watched the butterfly weave and dip through the air back toward the window. To her astonishment, the little creature flew back in to the room and landed delicately on her shoulder. It flapped slowly once or twice then came to rest. Lena just stood holding her breath while the male smiled.
“It’s a homing Lepidoptera,” he explained. “It travels to its genetic partner. That’s you.”
Lena touched her lip then the proboscis that held her DNA.
“What are you called?” she asked, realizing suddenly that she didn’t know.
“Angelo,” he said, looking shy again.
Lena regarded him carefully. “It’s perfect,” she said, and an electric silence descended over the two.
“Is the duty complete?” A crackling voice filled the room and startled Lena. She instinctively flew into Angelo’s arms.
“What’s that?” she asked, her ears ringing with the invasive noise.
“That’s Archmatria Jones. She’s just checking up on us.”
Lena felt a little sick. An image of a wizened, beak-nosed shrew hunched over a monitor flooded her brain.
“Oh my God, they can’t see us, can they?” She broke free from Angelo and peered around the room for cameras.
“No. I don’t think so.” Angelo strode to the door and pressed a button on the wall. “Incomplete at this time. We will report back in due course.”
“We will report back in due course,” he said, more firmly this time, and Lena was pleased to see that, even in his imprisoned state, he knew his value. Angelo released the intercom and came back to Lena. “Well, I think maybe it’s time…”
Lena trembled as his fingers reached out to her kimono obi. He was shaking too, obviously wishing they could talk more, get to know each other. The easy manner they’d slipped into was now disappearing in the growing anticipation.
“Are you all right?” he asked her tenderly.
She nodded, noticing a peak rising at his crotch. The effect on her was instant. Her nipples tightened as he slowly peeled the silk down past them. A soft, low groan left his throat, and Lena inhaled his musky scent. She reached out and stripped him of his robe, burying her face into the base of his neck, trying to tease out another delicious moan. His neck was hot and his scent made her mouth water. She bit into his flesh and suckled, relishing the new manly odors that were overtaking her senses.
“I’m fine,” she whispered as he pulled her into a strong embrace and kissed her, fully engulfing her lips in his.
His arousal was unmistakable, pressing into her through the scant fabric, and she tugged his kimono off his shoulders and down his back while the searing kisses continued into her hairline and neck. She shuddered as his tongue flicked at the most erogenous part just at the base of her earlobe. Melting feelings of pure desire made her feel weak as she tried to keep disrobing Angelo. Heat pulsed between her legs and she ground herself into his hardness. He responded by meeting her thrusts, gently at first, then with more vigor, humping and grinding, knocking her off balance until they tumbled together onto the sofa. It felt wonderful to have something as mighty and solid as this male between her legs and she wrapped them firmly around his torso. She realized he had come free from his kimono and his flesh met hers, slipping against her wet lips and inner thighs. The groan came again as the tip of him pressed at her twitching entrance. She held her breath as they stared at each other. Was this really about to happen?...
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 Xcite, Oysters & Chocolate, Cleis, Ravenous Romance, Mischief, and House of Erotica. She has novels with Beachwalk Press and Xcite Books.
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