GUEST POST BY AUTHOR SOFIA GREY
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Walking through my memories
When I first wrote Perfect Stranger, my world was very different. It was the late 90’s, and I worked in Manchester, a bustling and vibrant city in the north west of England. Already, the city was changing. A terrorist bombing ripped out the centre of it, just two years earlier, but as everyone said at the time, they didn’t take the heart of the city. They rebuilt.
I wrote the first draft while working in the IT sales industry, and populated it with characters inspired by the people I knew. Friends, co-workers, they all helped to shape my story, as did the city itself.
Wind the clock forward eighteen years, and my memories of Manchester are just that. I now live thousands of miles away in New Zealand. My job is completely different. Very little about my life is the same. When I settled down to re-write Perfect Stranger it was like looking back through an old photograph album. The pubs where I hung out with my colleagues, the shops I went to, the very essence of Manchester coated every page. It felt like meeting up with an old friend.
The finished story is different now. The secondary characters Jenny, Rob and Cade, play a more significant role than in my first draft, and the technology has been updated. After all, who uses flip-phones any more?
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An irrational fear that she might leave when I was in the shower nagged at me, but she was still there, waking up. She squinted at me, unfocused, when I emerged from the bathroom, a towel around my middle. A second later, she snapped her eyes closed again and tugged the sheet over her head. Cute. She’d seen me in all my glory last night, yet was embarrassed about watching me dress? I shrugged into a fresh shirt, found clean boxers and socks, and selected another pair of suit pants.
While Kate continued to sleep, I called room service, checked my phone and email, and knotted a tie around my neck and put on my shoes. A glance at my watch confirmed the ugly truth. I couldn’t stay any longer.
I figured that level of drinking wasn’t usual for her, and she’d most likely have a headache this morning. I dug out some painkillers and a chilled bottle of water, and placed them on the bedside cabinet. Inching the sheet lower, to see her face, I couldn’t hold back my smile. She was irresistible.
“Morning, gorgeous.” I dropped a fleeting kiss on her lips, and she opened her eyes. God. What I wouldn’t give, to climb back into bed with her. “I’m really sorry, but I have an early meeting, and then I’m straight back into the conference.” When she tugged her eyebrows together in a hint of a frown, I added, “I’ve ordered room service for you, and it’ll be here soon.”
“Mmm, ‘kay.” She stared at her hands, where they lay tangled on the bedclothes. She wouldn’t meet my gaze.
Did she think I was ditching her? The idea made my heart pound. “Hey.”
She glanced up at me and then skittered her gaze away again.
“Last night was amazing. You were amazing.” I captured her cheeks with my hands and claimed her mouth in a deep kiss. Hot damn. I wanted her all over again. Pulling back a fraction, I found my voice. “I’ll be free by seven. Meet me for dinner?”
There was a long pause. My gut churned with an unfamiliar sensation. “Uh, huh,” she muttered, and then burrowed back under the covers. Okay. So she felt awkward about morning-after protocols. I was never sure about them either, but one thing was crystal clear—I couldn’t wait to repeat the experience with her.
Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and always makes them work hard for their happy endings.
Music is interwoven so tightly into my writing that I can’t untangle the two. Either I’m listening to a playlist on my iPod, have music seeping from my laptop speakers, or there’s a song playing in my head – sometimes on auto-repeat.
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