Guest Blogger: Tabitha Rayne

Uniform of Writing by Tabitha Rayne

Lovely to be here today, thank you.

While daydreaming about being a ‘real’ romance author – you know, pink dressing gown, flouncing on a chaise-longue, libation in hand, I started thinking about how clothing really helps to define a character. It is true for me that I always seem to have any ladies in my stories wearing a skirt and blouse, sometimes with stockings, never tights. Oh no, no, no! In fact, I think without exception, every woman I have written about has this uniform. I know in my own daily life there are different outfits for different occasions, I do love wearing skirts, blouses, always with stockings underneath (what a secret thrill to know you have them on!). But far from being dressed for writing in these garments, I am usually fresh in from the garden, dirt under my nails, welly socks over worn out leggings, ancient cardigan… not an erotic or even pretty sight! So I always have to at least imagine myself in something a bit sexier and always seem to fall back on the good old pencil skirt/blouse combo. I think on one occasion in Mia’s Books, Mia swaps her usual outfit for nothing but a long sheepskin jacket, - but that’s a fair exchange!

Any authors I read, especially erotica, I like to imagine them tapping away on their keyboards either in a billowing nightgown (the idea couldn’t wait until morning) or skirts and blouses. It may be a romantic notion, but then again, I am a romance writer so, I think, it is an excusable fancy.

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Mia’s Books

Ghost lover or mortal—can Mia have both?

Mia has a big problem. She is in love with two people, and one of them happens to be a ghost. After a late night seduction in a deserted library, Mia brings home a haunted book. The book contains a ghost which instructs her to seduce strangers on its behalf. Mia falls in love with one of her conquests and finds herself in a romantic tangle. Can she keep both her lovers, or will she have to choose?

Buy from publisher http://www.beachwalkpress.com/mia%E2%80%99s-books/

Also available from all good eBook retailers, including Amazon, All Romance eBooks, Barnes & Noble and many more!

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Tabitha Rayne loves her romance with the heat turned up. She lives in the country with her partner who has the difficult job of having to listen to new ideas and help her to focus on one project at a time.

Blog http://aneroticadventure.blogspot.com/

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Mia’s Books excerpt

The book had changed colors. It was now jet black and lay seductively by the bed. Gently lifting her sheets off, Mia slowly made her way over to it as if she were trying to capture a bird.

Her fingers were trembling. Cold air chilled her hands as she reached out and picked it up. Thick raised letters on the cover gave her instruction. Open Me. And she did.

Rows upon rows of names and numbers merged into each other. It was a phone directory. Mia was disappointed, but curiosity kept her flicking the pages, watching number after number fly by. She was about to close it and just go back to bed when she realized the numbers were all the same and the name wasn’t a name at all—it was another instruction.

Call Me.

Mia flushed with excitement. Was this her ghost lover contacting her for real? She reached for the phone and dialed before she could change her mind.

Silence.

Mia flopped back onto the bed and let the phone fall by her ear. She began to ponder the fear that she might actually be going mad when a voice startled her.

“Hello?” She thrust the handset to her ear and strained to hear. “Hello?” she repeated, barely able to breathe in her excitement.

“Mia?” came a breathy whisper that set her nerve endings alight.

“Yes?” she whispered back.

“I need to s…” The voice faded, and Mia started to panic.

“What? You need to what? Please...don’t go.”

“...see you.” The sound was so faint that Mia had to strain to catch it. “Meet me at the park at dusk.” The line went dead.

Mia was exhilarated. It hadn’t been a dream. She was going to meet her ghost lover once more! She hadn’t been on a date in ages. Not since the insomnia had made her feel like a grumpy old hag. She suddenly felt young again—young and ready for anything…