Lovers torn apart by duty…will Angelo and Lena be reunited?
Mankind is close to extinction. Toxins have all but wiped out the male population. The remaining fertile men are housed in manors where their seed is collected.
Lena Lee is a new collector with a rare pheromone believed to reignite human fertility. She's assigned a male who's predicted to be her perfect match.
Angelo, a clockwork butterfly maker, is held captive, his essence harvested daily by Lena. Over time, the couple begins to fall in love, something which is strictly prohibited. When their forbidden love is discovered, Lena is banished from the manor.
Torn apart by the duty that brought them together, Lena and Angelo must find a way back to each other. But even if Angelo manages to escape, he doesn't know where to find Lena. Will following the path of the clockwork butterfly lead him to his true love?
Content Warning: strong language, BDSM, and graphic sexual content, including m/f, f/f, and f/f/m sexual interaction
"Sexy. Erotic. Emotional. A creative tale of a future where men are nearly extinct. Crisp and descriptive, Tabitha has made it easy for the reader to become immersed in the world she has created while the explicit sexual interactions paired with the author's ability to convey the passion shared by the characters keeps the reader engaged." Kristin at Siren Book Reviews
"A Clockwork Butterfly by Tabitha Rayne is sexy, yet sensual with explicit love scenes, raw emotions, and engaging characters that will keep you coming back for more. So, if you haven't checked out A Clockwork Butterfly, then do so today. You won't be sorry." Blackraven's Reviews
"I loved this story!" Just Erotic Romance Reviews
Lena hardly breathed as her fingertips reached out to the tiny flapping creature. Could it be? She trembled, trying to stifle her excitement with the fear that it might disintegrate beneath her touch, just as it had nightly in the dreams that plagued her.
Closing her eyes, she waited to be jolted into the reality of her cold, empty room. But it was different this time; her fingers flinched as they brushed something real. Lena opened her eyes and picked up the golden butterfly, laying it in her palm. Slowly, the tiny wings stopped beating.
Lena realized her lungs were at bursting point and exhaled up into the ceiling, fearful of sweeping the treasure away with her breath. She studied the lifeless creature carefully. It was so beautiful, so intricate.
"At last," she whispered into her quivering hands, bowing over with relief. "I've been waiting so long."
* * * *
Lena James Lee waited excitedly in the bustling throng of women all the same age as her. They had been picked up by the coach from various stops throughout the country and most were rumpled, tired, and anxious. They all knew why they were there; their fates had been decided by the Archmatrias long before they had known anything of the manors or what it meant to be a collector.
Lena's mother had been so proud; she was the only one in her whole community who had been given the special invitation to attend training.
"Remember, Lena," her mother had advised quite forcefully, "it's not just your life that depends on this."
Lena had hopped on the coach without a care in the world. Now though, rumors swelled, starting with hushed whispers and giggling until all-out mayhem ensued.
"They make you wear nothing but a golden thong and you have to crawl around on the floor, parading yourself," Mae, a loud, stunningly beautiful girl shrieked.
"Are there really men? Do we get to see them?" Lena tentatively asked her in a rare quiet moment.
"Honey, we do more than see them." Mae cackled and swiped Lena playfully on the back of the head.
Lena felt her cheeks burn, it was clear that the other young women knew a lot more than she did.
"Are you really telling me you don't know what you signed up for?" Mae leaned in to Lena. "Has no one ever told you what that's for?" she whispered lavasciously into Lena's ear and slid a hand up the inside of her thigh.
The truth was, Lena had been brought up with great solemnity about becoming a collector. All the girls were vetted and tested from a very young age and if they showed promise in any of the four categories, their life was pretty much mapped out for them from that day. Lena had been pinpointed as a good candidate for a collector because of her striking looks, poise, and perfect proportions.
"Lena, my dear." Mae looked at her intently. "I think your mother followed the rules on abstinence and denial a little too carefully!"
"What do you mean?"
Mae rolled her eyes. "I've never met anyone so sexually unaware in all my life! You must be at least twenty-one, and I bet you've never even pleasured yourself, let alone anyone else."
Lena recalled the delight on her friends' faces when she'd brought out her prize-winning lemon meringue pies at tea parties.
"Yes, I have," she said defiantly, knowing in her heart that confectionary was not what Mae was talking about.