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{Blog Tour & Giveaway} Womb of the New World By Mira Noire (@MiraNoire)

8/18/2014

In a post-nuclear future, the lush pleasure cyborgs of Earth have become powerful, fearsome mutants known as Wroks who rule the wild, desolate Fallout landscape. The Wroks and their leader, Yoevin, desperately hunt for a female capable of mothering a cyborg's child. As the years pass, they struggle while fighting to hold on to the intelligence and humanity granted by their makers centuries ago.

Hidden deep in caverns below, Imogenne and her people survive by cultivating the earth, making rare forays above ground for supplies and fresh resources. But Imogenne is not like the rest of her people. She is wild, sensual, and strangely independent -- like her mother, who disappeared years ago in a Wrok attack. On the verge of being betrothed to a man she does not love and facing the rest of her life underground without adventure or freedom, she is haunted by darkly erotic visions that promise something more beyond the world -- and biology -- she knows.

When she is captured in a night Wrok raid, Imogenne hopes to escape her new masters and survive by her wits. But she then discovers a horrifying truth: Her body has a will of its own, one that may very well leave her no choice but to become a mother of the New World.
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Words: ~19,000. This title contains graphic sexual scenes: m/f, captive sexual submission, voyeurism, mutant cyborg and human intercourse. Do not read this work if you find such themes offensive.

Yoevin remembers when his closest friend and mentor Agvar captured a human woman many years ago. Agvar was a Wrok Lord and he gave up everything to disappear with her.

Yoevin yearns to experience such a connection but is torn between the survival of his people and his desire. All of his encounters with viable women never fill the void inside. He knows that there is one out there that will change all of that and he just has to wait for her to appear.

“In my mind are the distant memories of belonging to a woman. I have a tactile memory, ingrained in my makeup, of her fingers running through my hair. It is apparently a cherished memory, of a sentient
being that exists no longer. Fingers that I remember stroked the flesh of a woman, who welcomed them without question – they are now claws, long and gnarled. Nature has made me into something to fear. I will not let that be my – our – legacy.”

Imogenne has dreams of someone calling to her – calling to her body and soul. All of her life, she has heard the stories of how human women are captured by the Wroks and used in experiments to continue their species. Her own mother was rumored to have been taken for such a purpose. But she can feel something coming closer and she both fears and craves it. Will this be the end of her life as she knows it or the beginning of a whole new world?

Womb of the New World is more than it appears. Yes, it’s science fiction and dark erotica but it’s also a touching love story. The characters form an emotional connection that goes far beyond just physical.

I could see the parallels of world we live in today running all through Mira’s story and it made for a most enjoyable read…

Exclusive Excerpt -

I turn my head slowly to look at the walls. Stone, heavy and grey. One side has a window looking out onto a night sky. Another is entirely made of a metal gate, and on the other side sits the monster. I swallow hard, and say nothing, taking in every detail, willing myself to give no reaction at all to my captor.

“Look upon me, then. You’ll see me for many days hence.”

His eyes glow red and unnatural, but in them is an intelligence. The ears are pointed, like the bats of our warrens, nearer to the back of his head.

“What are you?” I ask, noting the powerful muscles of his body, beneath black, warped skin that looks dry and peeling. Veins ride out hard against the flesh, bulging as though from an excess of power. From behind his back rise huge, membranous black wings, with pointed upper tips that hook together, holding them closed … again, like a bat’s.

“I once looked like your kind, you know,” he says, not quite answering the question. My eyes wander down, unable to stop. “I would not look there now, if I were you.”

His voice is gravelly and soft, and I stop my eyes at his chest, feeling my heart suddenly skip beats. It rarely does that.

“Why?”

“There are many strange stories to tell. You’re the only one I’ve met who hasn’t lost some of her sense by now. I wonder how many stories you could bear.”

“Test me, then.”

I lift my eyes to his and feel a daring in them I do not know the source of, but it takes over, like everything else. His chin is sharp and pointed, and I see fangs hiding behind the surface of his lips. They gleam, those lips, wet and hungry for something I have yet to see.

About The Author -

Passion. Decadence. Drama. Mira Noire doesn't pussyfoot around. If you're looking for the typical happily-ever-after with the same old characters - they aren't here. Mira writes visceral scenes that are so real you can taste (and smell!) them, and loves to feature flawed characters you may not always like. Like or not, you'll definitely love watching them, and hopefully enjoy following them on their intensely personal erotic journeys. Mira lives in the San Francisco Bay Area, loves to travel abroad, and has a B.A. in English from Stanford University. Visit Mira at http://www.miranoire.com to get to know her world a little better.