Meet Author Tabitha Rayne

by Pepper on May 24, 2014

I am thrilled to have fellow Beachwalk press author Tabitha Rayne as my guest this weekend. Tabitha has a brand new book — Taking Flight — out May 16th, and she’s here to tell you all about it.  Welcome, Tabitha!

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A big thank you to Pepper who is letting me loose today to talk about my new book from Beachwalk Press, Taking Flight.

We both have romance books with Beachwalk which will be celebrating its 3rd anniversary this year, so be sure to stop by and join in the celebrations – there will be lots of author chats and prizes – join our Facebook group for exclusive snippets and juicy gossip 😀

Writing erotic romance has many benefits, not least the giddy heights of creative arousal, but also the fact that I’ve met so many new friends. Romance readers and writers are super lovely and friendly, it’s a lovely world to inhabit.

The world in my new book isn’t quite so friendly or lovely, toxins are killing off males and it’s a fight for survival.

 Here’s some info and a snippet that I hope you enjoy…

Taking Flight by Tabitha Rayne

The prequel to A Clockwork Butterfly
Genre(s): Futuristic Erotic Romance
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Lovers on the run in search of a bond that transcends all else.

Dr. Deborah Regan is a scientist working on a cure to the poison that’s killing the male population and destroying the natural world. But when she makes a breakthrough in her research, it becomes clear that the authorities have no intention of finding a cure, and now that she’s getting closer to an answer, she’s a threat to them—a threat they need to deal with quickly.

Deborah and her partner, Marcus, flee to the forest where they meet another couple on the run. Birch and Hazel show them how to survive in the wild and teach them the theory of ultimate unity. They believe that by finding sexual nirvana at the point of intense orgasm, they will break through the barriers of physicality and become one.

It soon becomes apparent that Deborah has an aptitude for falling into this trance-like state, and she manages to bring Marcus on her journey. Their spirits can indeed join together at the meeting point, suspended in time and space while they climax.

When Birch and Hazel become jealous of the young couple’s ease at reaching ultimate unity—something they’ve unsuccessfully tried to do for years—they betray Deborah and Marcus to the authorities. As they are separated, Marcus begs Deborah to continue to search for the ultimate sexual unity, because he’s convinced that no matter where they are, this connection will allow them to meet again on a spiritual plane.

Will this metaphysical union be enough for a couple so deeply in love?

Content Warning: This book contains apocalyptic peril and graphic sexual content, including m/f and f/f sexual interaction, along with BSDM

Note: This book has been previously published.


Taking Flight – Excerpt

Deborah scrabbled around the room, tears sticking her sleep-wild hair to her face, picking up whatever she could grab hold of. The banging on the front door was getting louder, and Marcus knocked her to the floor, clasping his hand over her mouth, just as the beam of light from a torch slid across the disheveled room. Their hearts thundered against each other’s as Marcus pressed her down with his full weight. Deborah could hear his frightened breath, lungful after panicked lungful blowing strands of her hair back and forth across her face.

“We need to go.” He barely formed the words but Deborah heard them. He eased off her slowly and carefully when the blue torchlight passed on. Keeping low, he pulled the things Deborah had collected and flung them to the side. “We don’t have time to take anything.”

Deborah was stricken. “But my research…” she whispered, her chest lurching with the finality of what they were about to become—exiles from their own home.

Marcus cupped her face in his hands and forced her to focus through her panic.

“This is it. This is the moment that will affect our lives forever. You have to choose. Come with me and we will be on the run—perhaps for the rest of our lives—or stay and find the cure. But I have to go. I have to go…” More banging punctuated his words.

Deborah squeezed her eyes shut and covered her ears against the noise. Of course there was no question. Marcus was her life; she would go with him, but if only she could just grab a few papers. She glanced through to her table where piles of folders and notes documented over a decade of her investigations. Marcus followed her gaze.

“There’s no time, we have to go now.” He dropped her hand and retreated, leaving the decision to save her work up to her.

She watched, frozen, as he opened the cupboard door to the escape hatch they’d made months—even years—before. She couldn’t remember how long they’d lived this secret life together. An image suddenly flashed into her brain, sealing her actions. The thought of running outside, hand in hand with her lover, was like a bolt of lightning to her soul; he’d hardly stepped foot over the threshold for years. What the hell was she thinking?

Deborah ran to the cupboard just as the front door was smashed in and what sounded like dozens of feet clattered through. Slipping down into the tiny space under the floor, she caught the trapdoor and pulled it shut, tugging on the string that would start a chain reaction of falling boxes and clothing to cover all signs of the escape hatch. It had always worked in their trial runs, but there was no one up there to check it had been a success this time.

She could hear Marcus breathing in the darkness as he patted about, trying to find the candles and supply bag they’d stored. Finally, a match struck and flared and Marcus lit a candle. It flickered over his strained face and Deborah had the biggest instinct to reach out and caress him with her fingertips, but he turned quickly and urged her on through the short passage that would lead them to their freedom or doom.

Footsteps banged about overhead, causing dust and debris to spatter sickeningly on them. Each drop felt like the touch of a captor and the adrenalin and nerves were becoming unbearable. Ducking down, they squeezed into the air vent that would bring them out behind a bush.

“Hurry up!” Deborah thought she was going to pass out or vomit, or both, and lurched through the hole as soon as Marcus’s foot was through.

The night was the velvety black kind; a blanket of complete darkness swathed across them, muffling everything. It was eerily silent outside after the fearful shouting and crashing inside the house. They’d prepared for all eventualities and had stored clothing suitable for their escape in the shed just a few meters away. It seemed like miles to Deborah, who couldn’t recall whether the security light still worked or not. Surely it would have been one of the first things they’d forfeited in the energy rationing?

She held her breath and closed her eyes as Marcus grabbed her hand and pulled her from their hiding place and out onto the exposed lawn. She just ran, trusting he would lead the way. Three steps, four, five; there was no click, no sudden flood of light, and she was yanked down behind the shed. She sat there shivering as Marcus crept inside and brought out the bag with clothing and blankets.

“Quick,” he whispered. “We need to get as much of this on as we can and go—it will be cold out there.”

She fought with the bundle of fabric he’d thrown her, her hands fumbling at laces and socks as she tried to pull them on over her cold, bare feet. The yawning gasp of tears that had been threatening since they’d heard the first knock on the door now dripped from Deborah.

“I can’t do it,” she wailed, feeling utterly pathetic. She’d always thought when the time came she’d be strong, capable, organized, and yet there she was, struggling with a sock. “I can’t stop shaking.”

Marcus quickly finished tying his shoes and threw on the rest of his clothing before crouching before Deborah.

“You’re in shock,” he said tenderly, helping her to dress. “Take some deep breaths.”

He held her hard by the shoulders and stared into her eyes; she could just make out the gleam of his eyes in the darkness. He buttoned up her thick coat and pulled her to a standing position. She felt the blood drop into her feet, leaving a hollow iciness in its wake. Her legs began to give way but Marcus held her fast.

“You need to get it together, Deb,” he said gruffly, shaking her hard. But it was no good; the wooziness was making her into a rag doll. He released one shoulder and smacked her hard on the cheek. It was instant. The clatter and sting pulled her from her stupor and snapped her back into the here and now.

“What the…” She scowled, but was relieved to be back. The heat on her cheek left her strangely invigorated and she grabbed Marcus’s hand with new determination. “Come on.”

They made ready and peeked out from behind the shed to see every light in their house on and their belongings being scattered everywhere in the search. Deborah winced as she caught sight of the back door handle turning.

“Now!” he said and sprang forward.


Tabitha 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. Taking Flight is the second book in The Clockwork Butterfly trilogy from Beachwalk Press.

Tabitha also has a passion for art and takes great pleasure in painting nude ladies.


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Thank you for having me Pepper x x


{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }

Connie Bretes May 24, 2014 at 11:07 am

Hi Pepper and Tabitha. Sounds like your book is a good read. I’ll be adding it to my tbr list. Hope you have good success with it.


Pepper May 24, 2014 at 5:29 pm

Hi Connie! On behalf of Tabitha, thanks a bunch for stopping by today.


Tabitha May 25, 2014 at 12:46 am

Hi Connie! I seem to have trouble leaving a reply – so hopefully this works – Thank you so much for your lovely comment x x x


Tabitha May 25, 2014 at 12:40 am

Hi ladies – I couldn’t get to a computer yesterday – so Thank you Pepper for having me here and a big thanks you to Connie for your comment – perhaps see you at the Beachwalk birthday celebrations! x x


Pepper May 25, 2014 at 2:59 pm

Tabitha, I’m happy to give you a little boost. Best of luck!


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