The Meeting Point Tour
More is More!
Thank you for having me here Houston – I have to admit to popping on your site several times just to look at those delicious photos on your homepage – ahhh lovely 😀 And yes, why indeed be tempted by one man’s seduction when you can be loved by two?! Love it.
I’m here to chat in the final book in my erotic fantasy trilogy and your website tagline got me thinking. Throughout the books, men are scarce and so it isn’t until this instalment, The Meeting Point, that one of my leading lady’s deepest fantasies can take place… I wonder if you can guess what that might be? 😉
In fact throughout the trilogy, the characters are often separated from their lovers and kept apart for even years at a time – this final book is where they are striving to make it back to each other with a few surprising twists and changes in their desires. I guess it is a look at how our desires and needs change as we grow and evolve and if it is possible to embrace it. (I hope so!)
I thought that to entice you to follow my tour, I’d put consecutive excerpts every day. Here is no 8 of 10 it is where my leading lady has tricked her way in to where her lover is held captive servicing rich women. She is in an oxytocin bar where pheromones are piped from in the chambers…
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The Meeting Point – The final book in The Clockwork Butterfly trilogy
Deborah froze as the woman offered her the mask. Try and act natural, she repeated to herself again and again. There were other customers with the mask clamped to their faces and Deborah watched intently to quickly acquaint herself with the inhalation etiquette. It looked like only a few breaths were taken then the customers would let their head loll back momentarily before lustily bringing it back into place with a sleepy, sexy look filling their eyes.
Deborah took the offered mask and drew it to her face with shaking fingers. What if she caught the scent of Marcus? She almost hoped she didn’t—it would be too much. Too intense. By the look on the faces of the other clientele, this was strong stuff, and Deborah had to keep her wits about her. As the rubber engulfed her nose and mouth, she held her breath, aiming only to take the slightest whiff, just get an idea of how it felt.
She breathed in a little and her body slumped with the heady pheromones of sex. The mask fell from her grip as her peripheral vision dimmed, her spirit pulling her free of her physical self.
“Woah there.” The bartender reached over and grabbed Deborah’s shoulder, holding her on the stool as she lost herself. With the other hand, she grabbed a piece of lemon and squeezed in under Deborah’s nose. The mist of sharp citrus brought her immediately back to her senses and Deborah composed herself.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, her mouth dry as feathers. “I don’t know what just happened. I just—”
“Don’t worry, happens all the time.” The bartender smiled, though she still looked concerned. “I just assumed, you being an inspector and all… I should have gone through the usual precautions.” Panic forced her eyes wide. “You won’t write me up in your report, will you?” she said, her voice an octave higher.
Deborah was delighted by this turn of events, because now she could really trust this woman. Her fear made her an ally.
“No. No, I won’t. Just so long as you don’t let on about me.” She took a sip of her liquorice root, thinking she ought to say something else to cement her identity as an official. “Just make sure you always inform clients of the risks from now on.”
“Yes, of course.” The bartender hung her head a little, then spotted a customer that needed to be attended to and hurried off.
Deborah was pleased for the alone time. Events seemed to be going in her favor. Even the things that seemed to be going wrong, somehow turned right. And Marcus was here. She could sense him, taste his pheromone, unique and all his. Yes, it was mixed with others, but it was his. Distinct as a thumbprint.
Dare she take another oxytocin hit? The pipe and mask lay just at her fingertips. She reached out, almost touching it, then snapped her hand back, lifting her drink instead. She couldn’t risk tripping out into ultimate unity at a bloody bar when she was so tantalizingly close to her lover. She sipped the drink slowly, taking in everything she could around her, filing it away for when she might need it.
Draining her glass, she nodded to the bartender and hopped off the stool, still a little unsteady on her feet, and walked back out to the main lobby.
Scanning the throng of chattering women, her heart bulged as she found the sign she was looking for.
Viewing Chamber One…
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 http://beachwalkpress.com/the-meeting-point/
Other books in the series:
Book 1: A Clockwork Butterfly Now Available for only 99c!
Beachwalk Press http://beachwalkpress.com/a-clockwork-butterfly/
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 http://beachwalkpress.com/taking-flight/
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.
Thank you for joining me here at Houston’s place x x x