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Tabitha Rayne On Tour

Today we’re thrilled to welcome back the lovely and talented Tabitha Rayne, here to tell us about the eagerly awaited final book in her trilogy. Don’t forget to comment to enter in her giveaway for Book Two, Taking Flight!

The Meeting Point Tour

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Surviving in Heels

Hello! Hello Adriana Kraft 😀

It’s so lovely to be here again – I visited 2 years ago when the first book in my trilogy came out – read here – how can 2 years fly past so quickly? I’m amazed. Today I’m here to chat about the final book, The Meeting Point, but first…

I’ve always fancied myself as a bit of a survival expert – like a lady version of Bear Grylls but with high heels and a vintage bra. I’m sure I would be fabulous at making pretty little snares from leather thongs or stripped willow bark. I’m sure I would be wearing lovely furs from the prey of said snares and my hammock of bracken and vines would be more cosy and comforting than the softest bed. What do you think? Sounds so easy doesn’t it? The flint and steel would ignite the bone dry tinder on the very first strike and my little Swiss Army Knife would never get blunt. I think I must mention to you now that my books are erotic romances – the romance extending beyond the relationships – you may have gathered this already 😉

Seriously though – my characters are forced out into the wilderness with dwindling natural resources impeding their survival – but of course they are all driven on by one thing – love. Well, two things: love and sex. I think that gives them a pretty good reason to survive and thrive, don’t you?

I hope you fancy a read!

I thought that to entice you to follow my tour, I’d put consecutive excerpts every day. Here is no 4 of 10 😉

It may be rather saucy in places, so please use discretion if you are prone to blush 😀

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

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


The farm was another rather austere building and Deborah’s eyes craved the characterful little cottages from her life before. There must still be some, she just hadn’t seen one for so long. Just as she was about to reach the entry gate, she caught a glimpse of herself in a window. Disheveled and shabby. She’d never be allowed in—especially smelling of horse and lust. A pang of irrational guilt tugged at her chest. She didn’t want the first thing Marcus smelled from her to be another woman’s sex, lust, and horse sweat. As she sneaked into one of the stables to wash herself as best she could in the trough tap, she mused that he would probably be smelling of the exact same thing—minus the horse sweat.

She would have to do. Fear and excitement bubbled in her chest as she peered out of the stable, stalling as much as she could. What if he didn’t recognize her? What if she didn’t recognize him? Worry circled in her mind as she put one foot in front of the other and finally arrived at the entrance.

Two uniformed women barely registered Deborah as they swept open the surprisingly lavish doors and ushered her inside.

There were women everywhere. The place vibrated with the excitement emanating from every single one of them, including Deborah, who was almost nauseous with the thought that somewhere in this very building, her lover breathed and lived. It had been a long eight years, and emotion welled in the pit of her solar plexus as she remembered the nights of longing and loneliness. The trips into ultimate unity to find her lover on that perfect spiritual plane of orgasm where their souls had collided on occasion. It had never been enough, and Deborah’s knees began to give way as the enormity of what was about to happen overwhelmed her. Blackness oozed into her peripheral vision and she felt her physical self ebb away. She was used to leaving her body—ultimate unity had made sure of that—but this time she didn’t want to surrender into the oblivion. This time she needed to feel the reality of the physical. She tried to fight as her eyelids fluttered and closed, but it was no good, the sensation of falling took over…

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 – out now! And what this post’s been all about:

Beachwalk Press   Amazon UK   Amazon.com

Other books in the series:

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

Beachwalk Press   Amzon Com   Amzon 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.com Amazon UK


TabithaTabitha 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.

Brit Babes Blog
Spicy Author Blog
Amazon Author PageUK
Amazon Author PageUS – provides an up to date book list
Goodreads Author Page

Thank you for reading – I hope you all thrive – heels or no heels! X x

Click on the tour graphic for other stops on Tabitha’s tour!



Featured Book: Familiar Desires, by Rebecca Airies

familiardesiressmallFamiliar Desires

Rebecca Airies
Available at Ellora’s Cave


Alana returns to her hometown to investigate a series of disappearances, but coming home means facing the men who are her wizards and mates. A spell forces her to work alongside the sexy-as-sin brothers and the heat of their ménage flares to life. Her inner shifter wants to emerge and claim her men, but there’s so much unsaid between them.

Kane and Michael have waited years for Alana. Their Familiar fled without explanation and this time she’s not going to slip away. Their shared magic grows more intense with each passing day, but they mean to show her that there’s more than a mystical bond between them. Michael and Kane will use the sizzling desire to lure her closer until she realizes she belongs with them.

Even as Michael, Kane and Alana savor the passion, they must discover who’s behind the kidnappings, before their chance at forever is taken away.


Ellora’s Cave                Amazon


“We’re not boys anymore. We’ve thought about this for years. Now, trust us to know what we want and just let things go naturally. If that means you jump us, then we’re not going to complain about it.” Kane nibbled at her neck.

Alana chuckled. “Nice image and it might not be too far off from the truth.”

“Not running scared. Now relax a little and just enjoy. We’ll go no farther than you let us.” He moved a little closer and rested his palm on her stomach. Her muscles tightened beneath his hand, but she didn’t grab for him.

“You’ll know if someone comes close?” She met his eyes squarely.

He knew with that question she was agreeing to their touch, but he held in the shout of triumph. He put up a shield net around them. It wouldn’t hurt anyone who encountered it, but it would warn them of the approach. “Before you get even a whiff of a strange scent, we’ll know.”

“Um, you’d better be sure of that.” She smirked tauntingly. “My nose is very good.”

“We’re doubly sure, baby.” Kane nipped at her neck and pulled her closer. “Now give me a kiss and let us get acquainted with your body.”

“You held me last night,” she whispered the words. She leaned toward him and her mouth raised for the kiss.

“Not like we wanted to. We had clothes on and I wanted to feel every inch of your skin on mine.” Michael drew his hands down the outsides of her thighs and then back up them. He didn’t want to force her into more than she was ready to accept.

“I wanted that too.” Alana barely got the words out before Kane’s lips covered hers.

Michael explored the curve of her thigh, ass and up to her waist. He pushed the shirt up while his hands traveled over the warm skin of her belly. He wanted to go slow, but he needed to touch her in some way. He’d love to see it, but he wanted to let her relax a little more.

She moaned and her stomach tightened beneath his fingers. He loved the sound. He wanted to learn how she responded to the feel of his lips, what she liked and what sent her right over the edge. His imagination didn’t come close to how sweet it was to touch and simply be with her.

“What do you want us to do? What do you like?” Michael trailed his fingers up her ribs.

Alana wiggled. Her mouth tore away from Kane’s. “Tickles a little. Touch me anywhere. My breasts, my legs, my—”

Michael held back a laugh when her voice cut off as Kane’s lips once again closed over hers. Michael took the “anywhere” as an invitation. He unbuttoned her shirt slowly. He gave her time to object to the touch. She didn’t even tense. Once he reached the last button, he spread the fabric wide, baring her to his gaze.

He licked his lips at the sight of her breasts in a pink lacy bra. He wanted to peel the the delicate lingerie off of her slowly, but at the same time, he ached to rip it away and bare those gorgeous mounds. The fabric loosened and he realized his brother must have unfastened the catch at her back. Michael tugged it down and let it hang beneath her breasts, the straps caught up on her arms with her shirt.

Those firm mounds entranced him. They were perfect. Not too full, but enough to provide a nice bit of cleavage and the perfect amount to suck and nibble. He reached out and drew his fingers across the underside of one. He traced the mound, staying carefully away from the nipple even though he’d love to touch and taste. Not too fast. He kept the litany in his head. Her hand covered his and pressed it to her breast.

He reveled in the knowledge she wanted more. He was happy to give it to her. His fingers tightened He squeezed the mound and stroked his thumb over the taut nipple. Her back arched, mashing her breast tighter into his hand. A soft groan rolled from her, muffled by Kane’s mouth. Michael used his free hand to pluck at the nipple of her right breast while he squeezed and caressed the left.

“One day, I want to stretch you out on the bed and simply look at you for a while. Then I want to take my time sucking at these nipples and discovering how sensitive they are.” Michael flicked his thumb across her nipple at the same moment he plucked the other.

Alana groaned and her legs shifted restlessly.

“I think she liked that. Check and see. I’ll take care of this.” Kane’s hand took the place of his on one of her breasts.

Check and see, definitely his pleasure. He let his hand trail down her bare stomach to the closure of her pants. He’d love to strip her out of them, but she’d feel to exposed and vulnerable here. Drawing his fingers over the zipper, he let his eyes trail up over her taut body. His fingertips trailed down the seam between her legs.

“I think I feel a little moisture here.” Michael drew his finger up and down the seam over her sweet cunt.

“Touch me, Michael.” Alana’s thighs widened more and her hips lifted.

“Better give our Familiar what she needs. She might decide to make you pay if you don’t.” Kane spread kisses from her neck back up to her lips.


Rebecca Airies writes fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi romance. She’s been a dreamer all of her life. She loves getting lost in the lives of her characters and learning about them. In her free time, you might find her reading, writing (Yes, she write in her free time, too—bad poetry, flash fiction and you never know when the muse will strike), gardening, listening to music and spending time with family and friends. A native Texan, she was raised in small town, but now lives in Abilene. Rebecca would love to hear from you, visit her website and drop her a note. You can find her books at Ellora’s Cave.


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Sidney Bristol On Tour


Welcome to my stop on the Duty Bound tour with Sidney Bristol and BippityBoppityBooks. Please be sure to check out the other tour stops, where you can read stop-exclusive excerpts and some reviews!

Sidney Bristol

Bayou Bound # 2
by Sidney Bristol
Inked Press
Published 26 May, 2014
Romantic Suspense / BDSM Elements
331 Pages

Available at Amazon ♦  Barnes ♦  ARe  ♦  Kobo ♦  iBooks

About the Book:

She’s the woman he sent away.

Lisette wouldn’t be back in New Orleans if she didn’t need protection—and who better to turn to than her ex-boyfriend turned Detective? She’s got a closet full of secrets that include a stalker ex and a kinky past. She vows to not dream about Mathieu…much. If only he were a Dominant, one who would not just flog her into bliss, but love her as well. A girl can dream, can’t she?

He was her first love.

Mathieu wants nothing to do with another damsel in distress, but he can’t say no when the little blonde woman walks back into his life with proof her ex is big trouble. He’ll give her a place to sleep, but nothing more. His heart is locked up tight. Except, Lisette uncovers his past in the BDSM world and she’s never backed down from a challenge. He can handle her, can’t he?

Lisette and Mathieu embark on a relationship that is strictly about sexual gratification, but evolves into more. When the bodies align, the hearts entwine. Except their rekindled flame is in danger. Lisette’s ex has found his prey, and he’s not afraid of taking a life.

Includes a bonus short story, Picture Her Completed.


Excerpt from Duty Bound: Bayou Bound # 2
© Sidney Bristol 2014

Hello Kinksters,

No, your eyes are not deceiving you; it really is me. Kinky Girl, your fearless leader. I know I haven’t been around lately, and for that I apologize. Life caught up to me in the worst way possible and I’ve needed to deal with it in my own way.

I’ve been trying to compose this blog in my head for weeks, but I wasn’t sure how to start it. As I sit here, I’m still not sure what I’m going to say except this.

I, KG, am a victim.

Many of you will remember the discussion from a year ago about dating vanillas that caused a lot of comment drama. I eventually documented my struggles with falling for a man who had no kink inklings and you all helped me through that break-up. I’ve misled you all into believing the saga with my ex has ended.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

In the intervening months between admitting the break-up and now, my ex has beaten me and put me in the hospital. The extended absence I took a few months ago was for necessary surgery on my arm because he broke it so badly it took all the hospital’s doctors and all the hospital’s nurses to put me back together again.

Writing this isn’t about accusing my ex of his wrongdoings. I can and have done so to the police and proper authorities.

This is about me taking my life back.

Yes, I am a victim.

I have hidden this from my closest friends. My bloggers. And even my family is unaware of the full extent of my injuries, but that’s another topic entirely.

Today, I refuse to hide any longer. I did not ask for the broken bones or bruises. It was a criminal act against me, and for that, I will never apologize, but I will fight for justice, and I will regain all the little pieces of me that have shattered and scattered during this journey.

I realize this could be potentially triggering for those of you with similar backgrounds, so I will tag the blog with the appropriate warnings. For now, I’m closing the comments because I did not warn the blogger team I was posting and they have lives. My internet access is sporadic, so if you feel compelled to email me, know I’m getting the messages, but I cannot reply to all of them in a prompt manner.

I hope this doesn’t change how my readers view me, but I have to accept that it will. And that’s the hard part for me. Abuse wasn’t something I asked for. It happened to me. I’m still the same person underneath, but I would be ignorant if I didn’t also know this will change me. I’m not sure how. The future will tell.

Now for something a bit lighter. The other day I was out in a cute park and I snapped this picture. Yes, it’s a new foot picture of my toes in the grass. Remember, the Foot Fetishist book will be coming out in just a few months and my feet will be in it!


Kinkily yours,


About Sidney Bristol

small Sidney THUMBIt can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a ‘normal’ life.  She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor-home on the US highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.

Tour Schedule

Wednesday – June 4
HEAs Are Us  ~ Spotlight
Deal Sharing Aunt  ~ Spotlight
Crystal Blogs Books ~ Spotlight with Unique Excerpt
Miss Little Book Addict’s House Of Books ~ Spotlight with Unique Excerpt
Tina Donahue Presents ~ Spotlight with Unique Excerpt
The Lusty View ~  Spotlight with Unique Excerpt
I am, Indeed ~ Review
Thursday – June 5 
Tattooed Book Review ~ Spotlight with Unique Excerpt
The Book Tart ~ Spotlight with Unique Excerpt
For Whom The Books Toll ~ Spotlight with Unique Excerpt
Desire(e) Me Only ~ Spotlight with Unique Excerpt
Friday –  June 6
Love to Read  ~ Spotlight with Unique Excerpt
Let’s Get Booked ~ Spotlight with Unique Excerpt
A Tasty Read  ~ Spotlight with Unique Excerpt
Adriana Kraft ~ Spotlight with Unique Excerpt
Reviews By Crystal ~ Spotlight with Unique Excerpt
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