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Clockwork Butterfly trilogy
Here's a snippet where Deborah meets her lover for the first time in eight long years... she's broken into the place where he's been held and is about to knock on his door.
Deborah's
stomach fluttered and lurched at the same time as the guard walked
away, leaving her alone in the corridor so close to her lover. Her
legs felt heavy and frail, and she leaned forward, hands on knees, to
catch her breath. Keep
control now,
she told herself while her spirit threatened to desert her. Closing
her eyes, she inhaled and stood up straight. She strode toward the
door and stopped, her heart sinking. Of course, it would be locked,
wouldn't it? Cursing herself for being so naïve, she tried the
handle and was amazed when it clicked and the door clunked open.
"Who's
there?" Marcus snapped from inside. "I told you, I've had
enough tonight. I'm tired."
With
trembling arms, Deborah pulled the heavy door toward her.
He
was hunched forward in a chair by the bed facing away from her.
Deborah watched him slump further when the door squeaked open a
little more.
"Please,"
he said, his voice weary and quiet, "leave me alone."
A
lump swelled in Deborah's throat as she stepped over the threshold.
"It's me," she whispered, but no sound came out. The
atmosphere darkened.
Marcus
rose violently and threw the chair to the floor. Deborah almost
choked with fright.
He
turned angrily, his black robe billowing, making him look sinister as
a raven. "I said," he snarled, teeth bared, and Deborah
tried her best to stand her ground, but fear melted her limbs and she
slumped to the floor, shaking.
In
a breath, he was cradling her. Hands stroking her face and hair,
exploring her, searching her.
"Is
it you?" He took her by the shoulders and squeezed her hard. "Is
it… Is it really you?"
Pain,
longing, terror, and love streaked across his face all at once and
Deborah began to grow under the glare.
"Yes,"
she whispered, her voice not letting her down this time. "Yes,
it's me. I'm here, Marcus, I'm here."
He
pulled her into his chest and wept over her hair. Deborah inhaled his
scent, wrapping her arms around his torso and up under his sweater as
he rocked her back and forth.
"Oh
God, how I've missed you."
The
words came out in great sobs and Deborah was overwhelmed at his
reaction. She squeezed tighter, hoping it would hold his emotions
together and not send him spiraling out of control.
"I've
searched for such a long time. Such a long time. I thought I'd never
hold you again."
She
could barely breathe, inhaling shallow hiccup breaths as he squeezed.
If she wanted to, she could slip through, right through, into the
very soul of him right now. It was a tantalizing thought and she let
her physical self go.
"No!"
She was being shouted at and shaken. "Wake up! Deborah, my God.
I'm sorry."
Deborah
came to, scared once again by his strength and size. What was going
on here? Had he lost all sense of scale? Deborah put her hands to her
chest and breathed in reviving air, air revved and electric with his
aura.
He
was smoothing her hair gently once more, his eyes filled with fear.
"I thought I'd killed you. I'm so sorry. I—"
Deborah
leaned into his lips, tasting her true love for the first time in
eight long years. It was the same exquisite Marcus and her mouth
watered for his kiss. It came. Soft at first, then hard and fast,
devouring her lips, skimming her teeth with his tongue and tangling
up in hers. She met him lick for lick, mouths undulating together
with need, sorrow, regret, and joy. Deborah couldn't believe the
whirlwind of emotions being explored through this one kiss. The kiss
where souls collide…
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 –
Beachwalk
Press http://beachwalkpress.com/the-meeting-point/
Other
books in the series:
Book
1: A Clockwork Butterfly
Beachwalk
Press http://beachwalkpress.com/a-clockwork-butterfly/
Book
2: Taking Flight
Beachwalk
Press http://beachwalkpress.com/taking-flight/
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