Encore by Tantra Bensko - Book Tour + Giveaway

ENCORE

A Contemporary Love Story of Hypnotic Abduction

Tantra Bensko

Series: The Agents of the Nevermind Book 3
Genre: Psychological Suspense, Romantic Suspense, Gothic Novel
Publisher: Insubordinate Books
Publication Date: October 1, 2018

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Hypnotized to believe she's his wife.

A troupe in England performs the history of a gem which features in legends of Shambhalla and Atlantis. The troupe's hypnotist, Dune, has made them famous, especially his wife Susan, who is the star.

After the star's disappearance before the show, her standby, Miriam, takes Susan's place. Dune always hypnotizes the standbys to believe they are the actors they replace: the post-hypnotic suggestion ends when the final curtain lands, and they remember their identity. Before the curtain lands, Dune whisks Miriam to a castle.

Meanwhile, Miriam's friend, Colin, who just kissed her for the first time, seeks against all odds to rescue her, though she's told he's a crazed criminal.

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Fun Facts

Bennu: You might have heard of the carbon-rich asteroid named Bennu which NASA is taking samples from using the spacecraft named OSIRIS-Rex spacecraft to learn about the origins of life on Earth. The asteroid is named after the Egyptian flamingo deity, the original version of the Greek Phoenix bird of rebirth into eternal life.

Osiris is the Egyptian also associated with rituals in initiation rituals into magickal organizations and occult secret societies, still continuing today. Osiris, who arose to bring renewed life in Egypt, is the original of the Greek Persephone, who cyclically returns to initiate spring fertility in Greece. The Osiris mysteries were performed at re-initiation rituals in Egypt each spring in the temples, celebrating his rebirth.

The Agents of the Nevermind books dramatize the tendency of intelligence agencies to interconnect with secret societies with death/rebirth initiation rituals to instill new, loyal secret identities for the members. The Bennu Society, which takes an interest in extreme longevity through vampiric practices, like many such cults, networks with the Agency of the Nevermind in the castle owned by an alchemist who makes New Age elixirs out of a meteoric rock, Moldavite, associated in many cultures with magical longevity.

Excerpt

He bucked against me and I swayed with him, as if we were ocean waves. Our audible breath excited me. The wonders of his body again after so long apart, so long living overlapping nightmares. Distant yet connected, even when I didn’t know him.

Even then when he was a crazed stranger waiting to abduct me if I set foot alone outside the fortress there was electricity between us. His body steeped in the wind and sun, gorse and the hunt. How fortunate I was to have him. To be me. To have a normal life.

I had been a lie. A pretense of being someone else. The lifelong hope to one day be someone else well enough to be loved.

Instead, at the castle, I had become my true self. Violet frequency of universal bliss. An aura I saw around me as far as my vision took me. Grand. Proud. Nothing insignificant.

The mist made diamonds of moisture in his hair. Moonlight glinted off the diamonds.

He picked up a piece of wood, and beat it against a stump, a drum. Boomboom. Boomboom.

I danced around the stump, low to the ground, and leaping. Boomboom. Boomboom.

Colin reached out to my breasts jutting over my dress. He slapped the left one then the right, flicked one nipple, then the other. Not too hard. Perfect. I leaned back against a knotted trunk, raising a leg to wrap around him and draw him close, his pelvis against me with my ankle. I pushed my hips away from the tree and toward his, then us both to the tree, clenching him with my ankle over his round butt, setting off a rhythm as if it shot up through the trunk and branches and leaves.

“Imagine our energy rising above us together through the tree,” I said. “Turn your eyes upward to direct the flow. Don’t let it leave here.” I pressed with my ankle against his hardness pulsing against me. “Just extend upward. So, we’re light together all the way up into the highest levels of our auras.”

He took hold of both my wrists and lifted them above my head, pinning them to the gray bark with one hand that encompassed both wrists at once. Our hard breaths went in sync.

He thrust against me and with his quick flick upwards, his aura flowing through the core of my body, glowing to my inner vision. My eyes closed as I swooned.

When he put his hands against my breasts, the light grew there. He leaned forward and kissed me in between them. His chest against mine, moving his head to my right, nuzzling his cheek against mine. We breathed in sync, alternated, he breathing out when I breathed in.

The energy he’d sent up my body rested in my heart and then flowed over to him: pure love, communication, outpouring of esoteric liquid fire.

I’d sent the energy to trees before, reaching out to touch them, and speak to them with heart vibration, warming them with gratitude. I knew they resonated.

Love flowed from my heart to his, and I pushed it down his body, pushing the flow with tiny muscular movements, directing it with my eyes as I scanned the center line of his body. When energy reached his crotch, he thrust, and sent the life force up through me to my heart. We cycled it.

He said, “We’re light circling through our bodies.”

“I am you.”

We didn’t make love. We didn’t need to.

Moving our bodies sent exquisite energy between us, divine, powerful light. We cycled it fast and faster, moving it with our undulations. As we did, we pressed our bodies against each other with delicate thrusts until the motion became precise, tiny, ecstatic. Behind closed eyelids, it burst, fireworks of passion-deities present in every molecule.

When we stopped cycling and pressed our bodies against each other in silent stillness, the energy whipped up through me so intensely, it threw my hips forward toward him and my head back and I yelled, and he yelled, his body in sync with mine.

We stood there, hands on each other’s hips holding each other up while we leaned back and yelled into the forest far from the loud castle. We were it. The eternal itness of things. The universal life force that had no end, but was the trees, rocks, stars, rivers.

Other Books in the Series

In these contemporary psychological suspense novels, unlikely heroes work to expose how intelligence agents fund and perform social engineering. To end coups and proxy wars, the heroes must overcome the effects of gaslighting and discover who they are. Can their lovers help put the pieces together before it's too late?

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About Tantra Bensko

Tantra Bensko, MFA, teaches fiction writing with UCLA Extension Writing Program and Writers.com. She is a manuscript editor with Book Butchers and her own Online Writing Academy. She won a gold medal in Intrigue from Readers Favorites. Hundreds of her stories have appeared in magazines and anthologies. She lives in Berkeley.

Website: http://www.insubordinatebooks.com

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