Tabitha Rayne Visits with The Meeting Point

The Meeting Point CoverYay! Liv Honeywell – how lovely of you to have me at your place with my new book, The Meeting Point! I’m very lucky – not only have I met Liv – I’ve heard her read from her deliciously dark book, The Journal *quiver*.

Liv: Awww, you’re very welcome and thank you for the compliment 🙂

Well my goodness! This has been a long time coming :D. It has taken me three years to get to this point where my trilogy is finished and ready to be released into the world. I’m not sure how I feel about that – I’m not nervous or shy or feeling loss that my baby has flown the coop. I’m not worried that it might go out, get drunk and do something stupid – it’s the oddest sensation. I guess because none of it is mine any more. This story now belongs to those who read it. I absolutely have no control over how readers interpret these words. I wonder what or who my lead characters will look like to you. Or how do their voices sound? It’s fascinating how we see things in our mind’s eye, don’t you think? I always try and read the book before I see the film version of a story – that way I can have my own idea on how everything looks and feels. However, it isn’t long until the film version overwrites my own ideas and I simply can’t even conjure them any more. Since my books are always filled with very graphic sex scenes, I’m quite sure they won’t be being made into films any time soon – so you can rest assured that all the characters you visualise, will remain intact and unique to you… if only we could take a peek into each other’s visions…

What do you think, Liv?

Liv: Wouldn’t that be fascinating? I’d love to know how some of my favourite authors really see their characters 🙂

I thought that to entice you to follow my tour, I’d put consecutive excerpts every day. Here is no 2 of 10 😉

It may be rather saucy in places so please use discretion if you are prone to blush :D.

To see where else I’ve been or going – click here

The Meeting Point excerpt– The final book in The Clockwork Butterfly trilogy

It was exhilarating to finally feel freedom, and she let out a whoop of joy, unashamed and untethered. Casting a quick glance over to her ex-assistant, Deborah was expecting disapproval, but was pleased to see the woman smiling too, her face shining in the afternoon sun.

They galloped until the galloping slowed, then they cantered until the canter became a trot, then trot became walk. The horses were exhausted and Deborah’s backside was aching in that  numb way—not altogether unpleasant. They picked their way slowly to the edge of a forest near the brow of a hill. They’d been riding for what felt like hours and Deborah was suddenly tired and cold.

“Let’s tie them here and get our bearings.”

A small stream quenched the foursome’s thirst and they caught their breath. Deborah felt the pull of the farm and Marcus as if it were a physical thing drawing her on.

“I’m going on alone from here,” she told Cheryl as they soothed the sweating horses, catching damp fur in their fingers. “Will you be all right?”

Cheryl nodded and finally looked up at Deborah.

“I will miss you,” she said seriously and reached out to press her palm into Deborah’s cheek.

“Me too.”

Cheryl’s hand smelled of thick, hot horse and it heated Deborah’s bones. It fell slowly to her chest and Deborah resisted the urge to slap it away. It was the first time that Cheryl had been so bold and they were both shaking. The trembling in Cheryl’s fingertips filtered through the cloth covering Deborah’s breast, and the fluttering caused her nipple to peak. Deborah’s mouth began to water as arousal swept through her. She was remembering the fucking Lena had given her with the strap-on, weeks before while Cheryl had assisted. It had been hard, fast, and angry, and she’d come quickly around the thick rubber shaft. The image played over and over as Cheryl grew braver, rolling her thumb over the tip of Deborah’s nipple.

“Stop,” Deborah whispered with no intent. She was softening, her body liquefying at the thought of surrender. She’d been the dominant for too long. She needed this. Her knees buckled slightly as Cheryl brought her other hand up, kneading both of Deborah’s breasts. Fingers squeezed the nipples softly at first then more insistently until sharp pain buzzed through her flesh, settling as pleasure between her legs.

Blood surged into Deborah’s riding-numb buttocks and she quivered anew at the pleasure-pain sensation. Cheryl’s eyes were dark and determined. Deborah suspected she’d long wanted to do this to her Mistress and now she had the chance—the permission—free from any of the consequences set up at the prison.

Pushing Deborah roughly until she stumbled into a tree, Cheryl continued her seduction. She reached down, grabbing at Deborah’s robes, sliding fabric filled fists between her legs, and balled them up into her crotch. Deborah spread her thighs as the woman clutched her hands together and rubbed her pussy hard with the material.

It was hot and erotic, and the dry fabric pulled and puckered her dampening folds, roughly and crudely riding her sex. She caught the glint of lust and hatred in Cheryl’s eye—or was it just lust? Whatever it was, it was making her horny and Deborah felt herself fall into that slick channel of darkness just as Cheryl almost lifted her off her feet and she came, convulsing and clutching around the hands and robes. Just as abruptly as it started, it stopped, leaving Deborah cold and empty.

“I’ll be going then,” said Cheryl, and Deborah couldn’t read her tone at all.

“Where?”

“I’m not sure. I might start with my old home, see if anyone’s still there.”

Deborah felt a pang of sadness for them both—for everyone on this poisoned planet. Who knew what either of them would find in this barren, toxin-riddled land?

“Well, good luck then, Cheryl.”

The woman slowly picked up the reins and untied them, bowing her head into the beast’s nose and breathing hard, sharing a moment. She rested her head gently on the horse’s before turning to Deborah.

“Goodbye, Mistress.”

Deborah nodded once to Cheryl then watched her spring up into the saddle and ride off into the woods without a backward glance…

Blurb:

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

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Other books in the series:

Book 1: A Clockwork Butterfly Now Available for only 99c!

Beachwalk Press

Amazon US

Amazon UK

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

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Tabitha’s Bio:

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.

TabithaRayne.co.uk

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Well, thank you for having me Liv – and if you managed to get through all that – thank you for reading! I hope we catch up again sometime 😀

About Liv

Writer of #BDSM #erotica – M/f D/s. Lover of corsets, shoes, chocolate and my beautiful cat :). On Pinterest @LivHoneywell and Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/LivHoneywell

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  • Tabitha

    Hey thank you Ms Honeywell – it’s lovely to hang out at your place x x

    • Any time, hun. Just give me a shout :). Hope to see you again soon 🙂

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