Guest Post – Sofia Grey – A Welsh Wolf in Wellington

A Welsh Wolf in Wellington blog tour


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The Terrace


Since most of Sasha’s story takes place in Wellington, the compact and thriving capital city of New Zealand. I though it would be fun to feature a different part of the city – especially those mentioned in the book – on each tour ‘stop’. Come and join me on a truly unique virtual tour of Wellington 

The Terrace is one of the main business streets in Wellington, and apart from cafes and bars, and the odd hotel, it’s mainly offices. It also feels like one of the steepest streets! Wellington is hilly at best, damned steep when you’re wearing heels or carrying a heavy bag.


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The climb creeps up on you, if you’re on foot. You only realise how far you’ve gone, if you (a) look back down from the top of the street, or (b) take the elevator from the shopping street. It goes up 7 levels. Yes, 7 levels. In a glass-fronted elevator, it feels like you’re shooting up into the sky, and then you cross though a walkway to not-even-the-top-of The Terrace.


Terrace 2

Wellington is still undergoing a massive phase of building-strengthening to make the hotels and offices safer in the event of another earthquake. Many office blocks have scaffolding frames in place, with construction crews climbing up and down to do their work, and it was this activity that inspired Sasha’s opening scene. I might have been staring at one particularly hot construction worker, much as Megan does, but only for research purposes you understand 



Chapter 1


Any minute now and the girl would lose her scarf. Sasha watched with interest as the wind snatched at the gauzy pink fabric and blew it briefly onto her face. She pushed it down with one hand, a frown appearing on her smooth forehead. Her attention seemed to be riveted on the phone call she was making or taking. Either way she was oblivious to the group of builders on the raised platform opposite of where she stood.


“Twenty bucks on her.” Dion nudged him and Sasha stared at her some more. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen the curvy brunette and he figured she must work in one of the nearby office blocks. Kissing her would be no hardship at all.


He flashed a grin at his colleague. “You’re on.”


Dion winked and they bumped knuckles. “I’ll raise it to fifty if you score a date with her.”


Fifty? The guy was earning too much. “Just a date?”


“Yep, but she has to turn up. No show, no pay.”


Sasha shrugged. He loved a challenge and this would be a fun diversion for the end of the week. “Sure.” At that moment, the breeze intensified and whipped at her scarf, tugging it free.


“Watch and learn, dude.” Sasha prowled to the edge of the platform and leaned on the rail. The girl grabbed at the errant scarf, but it was too late. It swirled up and away from her before floating on the breeze, racing across the busy road and flying upward toward the builders.


Sasha channeled his inner wolf and jumped onto the guardrail. He crouched for a second before springing forward and catching the trailing end in his fingertips. He dropped neatly onto the next platform and stood there, waiting to see her reaction.


Dion whistled and clapped his hands. The girl stared open-mouthed and then laughed, a dimple appearing in her cheek.


Wow. Sasha could see why she’d been wearing a scarf; her very generous breasts were all but falling out of her stretchy white T-shirt. He had a thing for leggy blondes, but there were plenty of those in Wellington and he’d dated more than his fair share, so maybe it was time for a change.


The girl dodged between a string of cabs and made it safely to his side of the road. Sash vaulted over the guardrail and grinned as she approached. Dion stood no chance of hanging on to his money.



A Handful Of Wolf  is available 25 November 2013, from Liquid Silver Books.




Sasha’s not a looking-to-the-future kind of guy, but he’s made an exception with his plans to travel and meet lots of pretty girls. Too bad his Pack Alpha, fate, and reality have other ideas about his trip abroad. He’s pretty sure he didn’t sign on to be a diplomat for the Snowdonia Wolf Pack. Or to find a Mate. Especially not a human Mate.

Megan knows better than to let a sweet-talking charmer get under her skin, but Sasha’s sexy playfulness is making her forget all her rules. Except one: she’s not willing to risk her heart by falling in love. The gorgeous boy from Wales can only be a fling, especially since her over-protective brothers hate him on sight.

In the midst of a wolf uprising, a hesitant Mate, and Megan’s complicated family ties, Sasha learns that sometimes impulsiveness is dangerous and even lethal. Can he show Megan why they belong together before it all comes crashing down around him and he loses his Mate forever?




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About Author

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.

Black Friday…already? by Christy Gissendaner

Black Friday…

It seems this shopping holiday always falls on my day to post, which is fine by me since I’m not a shopper by any means. (Although I really do hope my hubby snags the $99 Kindle Fire HD from Best Buy!) With three little boys, I’m proud to say our Santa list is quite short.  Simple, really. A trampoline and a Nintendo 2Ds. I’ve been trying to push the Wii U for entirely nefarious reasons, but so far no one is paying any attention to me.

I tend to avoid crowds, so I will miss out on the mad rush for the shopping deals, but I know many of you are probably seasoned shoppers. Share with us your best deal of the day…or worst horror story. Any altercations our readers to know about?

And while you’re out making your shopping lists, how about adding Unmasking the Wolf to your must-have items of the season? My first ever wolfie story is now available for pre-order and will release on 12/5/13, just in time for the holiday season. Check out the awesome trailer and excerpt at

Happy holidays, ya’ll!


Giving Thanks

For those of us in the US, it’s Thanksgiving day. While our ancestors ate venison and had no sugar (or ovens) for pies, I believe the meaning of the day remains the same today as it did then – except for the football, of course. 🙂

We are stronger when we stick together. Give thanks – not just today – but every day. Express kindness and compassion for your fellow man. Share the bounty of life with those around you. It seems so simple, doesn’t it?

Rome and I spending our day with friends. Our children are coming this weekend and I will be making a very non-traditional meal: fried rice. My kids love it, and request it every year – it is sort of a speciality in my kitchen. My kids have several places that require their attendance during the Thanksgiving holiday. The fried rice tradition was my way of ensuring they stopped at our house first (no shame in my game!). If they started with my fried rice, they could load up … and then be hungry a few hours later for a more traditional fare elsewhere. Genius, right?

What are your traditions? For those out of country – what are you doing today?

As we enter into the holiday season (and an insane shopping day Friday that I will be avoiding like the plague), I wish you all a very safe, very happy holiday.

Family, friends, readers – thank you. You all make my world a brighter place.

Much love,


I’m thankful

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.

Seriously, a day to spend with our families and express gratitude and share good food? It’s like it was custom-designed just to push all my happy buttons.

I’m thankful every day, but I don’t always express it. So today, I will.

I’m thankful for the friendships I’ve made with the ladies on this blog. I’m thankful for Lucky’s and Love in the Cards and how much fun putting those anthologies together has been. I’m thankful for the past year of getting to know Rosanna, Lynn, Parker, Cherie, Monette, Becca, Emilia, Christy, and most recently Jianne.

I’m thankful for the readers who enjoy what we do.

I’m thankful for a new publishing contract–you all will hear much more about that later.

I’m thankful for my big, dumb dog, even if he does keep chewing his toenails off.

I’m thankful for my handsome hubs, who turns 41 today and is just as gorgeous, smart, and funny as the day we met.

I’m thankful for our two little boys who make me laugh every day.

I’m thankful for relentless curiosity.

Happy Thanksgiving!


Carnival anyone?

Coincidentally I’m currently driving through New Orleans, but I’m not going to that kind of carnival! Nope. Not this time. I’m going on a cruise! It’s my third cruise, but I always feel a bit giddy like a kid in a candy store anyway.

The best part of the week will be the lack of internet. No work for five whole days! I’m not going to write or edit or read through this long ARC I have. I’m just going to relax and enjoy the sun and the family. I may read, but only for pleasure. I have my new Kindle Fire all loaded up with fun books–and they aren’t my own!

Also, I’ve only seen the tops of my kids heads for years now. No matter where we go or what we do, everyone has their head dipped down to the gadget in their hands. They have lovely heads, both with very nice hair, but I’m looking forward to seeing their faces since they won’t have internet!

Imagine the meals. All four of us sitting down to long dinners with nothing to do but talk to each other. What will we say? “So, sure wish my Ipad worked in here…” “Man, I miss my video games…” “I wonder what’s happening in the news…”

Ahhh, the life. Five full days. I hope we don’t kill each other and we make great memories. I’m excited. Fun times are ahead!

By the time you all see this post on Tuesday, I’ll be lounging around with a nice adult beverage playing bingo or watching a comedian or getting my butt kicked in some sort of trivia contest.

Hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving. They’re serving up my turkey on the starboard side this year!


The Thanksgiving Holiday Et Al!

Hi everyone *Jianne waving*

Happy Monday! Today’s blog is a twofer – a notice and a blog.

First the notice: For the next couple of days, today and tomorrow, I’m running a few contests over at The Romance Studio’s Thanksgiving Party. Drop by and meet new authors, read some smexy posts, and win prizes. Here’s the link: or click on the banner below:

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Here’s the big prize!

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Enter for a chance to win a $125 Amazon eGift Card! Deadline is midnight EST 11/26/13! Click here to find out how to enter!

And now for the blog:

Most of the North Americans I’ve met don’t realize that Thanksgiving is a holiday peculiar to the continent. While Germany, Bavaria, and Japan have similarly named holidays, to my knowledge no other countries in the world besides Canada and the United States celebrate Thanksgiving in such an elaborate manner.

While Thanksgiving is ‘the’ national holiday in the U.S.A., it isn’t so in Canada. Don’t get me wrong—it’s observed and is a day off, but not with the grand pomp and fervor of the American celebration.

I find the differences between the two nations peculiar because both are offshoots of Britain, both are ‘melting pots’ in terms of population, and both are immigrant-based nations. Yet—and Rosanna you can correct me on this—in Canada, Thanksgiving yields to Christmas, Hanukkah, Eid-ul-Fitr, Divali, and a whole host of other cultural holidays, in importance.

Over the years I have come to relish Thanksgiving because of the very fact that it’s commemorated by every single American no matter what his/her origins.

This year is my second without having all my sons present. Last year the young ‘un was in Madrid, and this year the wayward one (middle son) will be in California. He keeps trying to appease my sorrow and worry by reiterating constantly the fact that Google does whosoever’s left on campus proud with incredible feasts and fun-filled activities.


It won’t be the same, but I’m ever so grateful for Skype. We’re going to set up our biggest screen in the dining room and involve the wayward one even if he isn’t so inclined. His gramma insists on it (read his mom).

This will be my last blog before the big occasion, so I want to take this opportunity to wish everyone who’s celebrating Thanksgiving a joyous, happy, family-filled holiday!

Be safe!



P.S. I’m on Cover Reveals on Saturday, November 30 – so those who aren’t braving Thanksgiving shopping please drop by – there will be contests galore and prizes!!! Here’s the link:

Insight into the Male Mind by Emilia Mancini

**Warning: This post contains comments that are completely inappropriate male ramblings, and also an insight into to what I have to live with on a daily basis. Probably NSFW and you may want to put your coffee down.

If there is one thing Mr. Mancini is, he is supportive. I’m pretty sure I’ve said this before, probably so much you guys are sick of hearing it. But, hell, sometimes you just gotta give a guy credit.

What has he done this week that has warranted such an honorable mention in today’s blog post? He desperately tried to help me come up with a topic for today because I’ve been drawing an absolute blank.

Just what types of things would Mr. Mancini like me to delve into?

  • “Fisting. Why would anyone try that? It’s not really a recreational activity.”
  • “Why is it called squirting when you’re just peeing on your partner?”
  • “Why is it that Germany seems to be the number one place to find animal porn?” (I am not asking how he knows this. Some things are best left a mystery, even between marrieds.)
  • “Why is it you can’t ever get the right amount of lube? And who dreamed up lube?”
  • “I like the idea behind having a sex chair. No, I like the idea of having sex rooms.”

Clearly that last one was more an unfiltered ramble than an actual topic suggestion, so at that point I informed him he was no longer being helpful. Not that he really was to begin with.

So, while I still didn’t manage to get a topic out of him, I did get some pretty good laughs.

Next time maybe I’ll ask him for ideas for my next book. Then again…maybe not.

What’s In A Name? by Monette Michaels

MM_TPC2_PrimeSelection_3_x_4Okay, the title of this blog is a question, and so I will have to answer it.  But the question is wide-ranging.

Am I talking about naming a book?  Um, yes.

Am I talking about naming characters? Um, yes.

Am I talking about naming new alien races? Um, yes.

From the above, my close friends and much-put-upon family will tell you I am in the throes of getting ready to type Chapter One and starting a new book, specifically Prime Chronicles 3. Yes, I am one of those people who can NOT write word one without having all my ducks, or in this case, names in a row.  Just. Can. Not.

Believe me, I have tried.  Calling it Prime 3 will not work.  Calling the new alien race I need for background for one of the villains, Race X, does not work for me.

And calling the new villain, the guy who forces Brianna to go on the run before Iolyn and the gang can get to Tau Ceti to pick her up, Creep-a-zoid, doesn’t work either. Though Creep-a-zoid is highly descriptive. 🙂 [It’s also a bitch to type.]

As I mentioned last blog, I have come up with a name or title, if you will, for the third book — Prime Imperative.  The title conveys the urgency of Iolyn finding his gemate.  It also implies the need for the Prime race to find a way to ensure the survival of their species — and Brianna and her lab are central to that discovery.  And it also describes the emotions the fanatical Pure Bloods and their shadowy leader feel about stopping Brianna and the Caradocs from issuing in a new era in the Prime history.  A good title that covers all those plot threads.  Yay me!

And when I asked my DH for a good alien race name, he looked at me and said “Dornians.”  My hubby is a man of few words (plus he was watching the Golf Channel and Big Break and wanted me gone.) So, Dornians from the planet Dor in the solar system Dor 991, in the Sagittarius arm of the Milky Way (no, it is not a real solar system, I made it up), it is.

And as for the villain? Well, I used one of those name generator thingies to generate some alien names and sent three of them to my crit buddy, Cherise (um, xoxoxo to you, dear Cheri), because she would be the first one to tell me if the name didn’t work for her.  She is a very honest crit buddy, and I love her even when I whine and bitch and moan and cry when she critiques me.  She is the best.

Anywho [sic], here are the names she had to choose from:

  1. M’tali Saura
  2. Jota Zeni
  3. Vanni M’tali

And she picked?  None of them.  That’s my Cherise.  Did I mention she is honest and that I love her to pieces?  🙂 Instead, she re-arranged them and came up with:  Jotak M’tali. I loved it.

And so Creep-a-zoid is now Jotak M’tali – Jotak for short — and he has his own agenda for wanting Brianna in his bed and as his life partner (Dornians don’t mate as the Prime do). And he will let nothing and no one, not even Brianna’s true Prime mate have her. He saw her first, after all. Well, not really, but Iolyn was an infant and doesn’t recall the last time he saw Brianna before the evacuation of Cejuru Prime over 27 std. yrs before.  And try to explain the gemat-gemate mind-body-spirit bonding to a sociopath, and well, it’s a waste of time and breath. Jotak wants what he wants.

So, now that I have all my names, I can write, yes?

Almost. I still need to get my time lines straightened out.

I can hear you all now:  “It’s always something with you, Monette.”

Yes, it is. But this is what I go through every damn time to write a book for you.  It’s part of my process, and I have learned if I don’t follow it — I can’t write.

Free, did I mention Free…oh and Free

So you know me….I don’t know usually plan things. No, that’s a lie, in my every day life I have many plans and schedules and “to-do” lists. But with writing stories and blogs, I have no plan…..I just open a blank doc and let the words flooooowwwwww.

Today is no different…..I’ve opened this blog and thought to myself what should I write about….and out of the corner of my eye I see the cover for Love in the Cards.

So I think to myself….why not share a bit of Empress. For those of you remember we did a little Halloween short series of free reads, my offering was Empress…. so here is a little snippet


She waited a minute more, letting him truly relax into his submission. When she was sure he was ready, she grabbed a handful of hair and tugged, making sure he felt the pin pricks of pain.

David’s eyes flew open. Lucy bent down, so close she could speak directly into his ear.

“Listen close, brat. I’ve asked you two questions, and you refused to answer either of them. You seem to think you’re in charge here, but you forgot … I don’t work for you anymore. I’m not on my knees in front of you.” She pulled back so he could see her face. “Since you don’t want to answer questions, how about we try obeying my orders instead? Take your clothes off.”

She let him go and stepped back.

For a second, he didn’t move. She could almost see his mind whirling away behind his eyes. Amazed as she was to have David Michaelson on his knees in front of her, she didn’t forget for a second who he was. He was testing her; she’d seen him do this to others a hundred times before.

This time he’d met his match. Lucy was more than capable of handling a stuck-up, bratty sub.

“Fine, you can’t answer questions. You can’t follow orders. Really, I don’t see the point of taking this further. Have a good life, Mr. Michaelson.” She turned and picked up her bag before stepping toward the door. She hadn’t even reached for the lock when his voice stopped her.


If you liked that then the rest of the story is available now….FOR FREE…. FREE I say….. from All Romance E-books, Barnes and Noble and most ebook sellers.

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Why not have a look….I’m mean you can’t get cheaper than free right??

So until next time…..remember…..a hug can fix more things than you could imagine….unless you are trying to hug me….don’t hug me…..

Is your heroine experienced? by Rosanna Leo

I think it’s possible, that when I wasn’t looking, I became a prude. Yes, you heard me correctly. Sigh.

Pardon my frustration. I’m in the middle of a new work in progress and have reached a characterization impasse. And the whole reason I think I’m stuck is because of ridiculous social prejudices. You see my wolf shifter heroine, Charlotte, is a sexually savvy lady. Now please don’t get the wrong idea. She’s not an aging barfly, who’s seen everything and done everyone. She’s a lovely 25-year-old woman with a healthy appetite. She’s the sort of person who wants to sample life’s bounty and not settle down until she’s had her fill. In fact, she may not want to settle down at all.

I didn’t have an issue with this character trait until about 30,000 words into the manuscript. And then it hit me…will this character be seen as, well, too worldly?

I hate that I even thought it. After all, in this day and age, most women are not virgins when they marry. And in the world of shifters, sexual needs run rampant. However, in romance lit, there’s always been an expectation that the heroine is somewhat more innocent in the bedroom than the hero. Right? It doesn’t mean she needs to be as pure as the driven snow, but we normally expect the men to be the experienced ones. In fact, the heroines usually have a sexual awakening upon meeting these heroes. They open their eyes, you know, among other things.

And yet, I have created this woman who’s been with several men and who prefers casual relationships. Now of course, this will end once she and the hero get together, but I confess I’m worried about how she’ll be received.

Am I being silly and letting archaic ideas overrule my common sense? I would love to hear from readers and fellow authors on this. When you start a new romance, how much experience do you expect the heroine to have? Have you ever read about a heroine who’s more experienced than the hero? What did you think of her? Do you prefer a heroine who is more virginal, or do you wish romance books were finally freed of this stigma? What about when reading paranormal shape shifter books? Do you expect these characters to be more open to experimentation in the bedroom, because of their animal natures?

I would love to hear from you, and so would my heroine Charlotte. She’s feeling a little, um, dissatisfied.

Knowing What Works and What Doesn’t by Lynn Lorenz

Even as a young child, Lynn couldn't keep her hands off the boys...

Even as a young child, Lynn couldn’t keep her hands off the boys…

So there’s all this social media, Twitter, FB, Linked, Google, and Yahoo Loop Groups… I’m bombarded with it all, and I’m sure if you’re writing, or trying to write, you’ve been sucked into it also.

And if you’re like me, you have limited time to spend on all the bits of your life – day job, spouse/SO, kids, writing, friends, and all the other things you do either daily or weekly, like mow the yard, do the groceries, attend meetings. If you’re a “full time” writer, you might have all the time in the world or maybe you make enough money to hire a PA to deal with it, but that’s a whole other post. You can ignore this post.

You others, the ones nodding? Keep reading.

Don’t forget about sleep – that rare thing we writers never get enough of – that’s supposed to take up about 6 to 8 hours each day, if we’re lucky enough to get that much. And if the day job is taking 8-10 hours a day, that’s 14-18 hours out of our 24 hour day – leaving only 8 to 10 hours for all the rest of it. And the rest of it, that’s some of the most important stuff, like the kids, and your mate and uh, writing.

And if you’re like me, you have more than one pen name…which then doubles the amount of social media crap you’re “supposed” to do.

So, where the hell are we supposed to fit in the social media stuff?

And if we don’t, will something awful happen to us?

Will space junk fall out of the sky and hit us? Will we break out in adult onset acne? Will we go blind? No, wait, that’s the other thing we’re not supposed to do.
Anyway, will our writing somehow stop, wither and dry up? If we don’t post to FB every hour will we fade from everyone’s memory, sliding into oblivion? Washed up and has-been?

Know what I think? Probably nothing. *gasp* Oh yes I did! Girlfriend said it, uh huh. Nothing is going to happen if we don’t do every social media thing there is to do. Some people say, “just spend one hour a day doing social media stuff.” Seriously? Which part of my remaining hours will this “one hour” come out of, exactly? Talking to the kids? Dinner? Connecting with my spouse? Writing?

I say, even one hour is too much every day. I see the time suck of social media and I wonder “what is it doing for me?” Is it getting me new readers? Well, if most of the people on my FB and Twitter are authors, and I’m posting promo, I’m preaching to the choir. And if all my author friends are on Linked In, and we’re promoting to each other, who are we really reaching?

Some folks swear by FB, others by Twitter, some love Tumblr and Pinterest. Good God! Now I’m supposed to be pinning photos of stuff for everyone to see! And I’m not really even sure what Tumblr is or does.

Frankly, I’m drowning in the social media sea and where the hell is the lifeguard?

I’m being sucked down by the undertow and it’s come to my attention that the only one to save me is myself. There are no lifeguards on this beach. Only bright, shiny things that tempt me away from what is important in my life…my work, my family, my friends, and my writing. (Not necessarily in that order)

Wow! I just boiled my life down to four essential things! And lo and behold! Social media wasn’t one of them. Holy crap! There’s a heavenly beam of light blinding me and I’m like Paul on the road to Damascus! Here’s my epiphany – I have no idea what doing social media does for me. None whatsoever. No proof that it gets me new readers or that posting promo on dozens of loops gets anyone to buy my books. I’m just hoping for the best, really. Maybe it does, maybe not.

What I do think works is to write another book. And I do enjoy live chats with people who are actually there interacting with me. Love that. And I like some of the FB groups that focus on what I’m writing, filled with both authors and readers. I can see keeping those.

Now, I just have to back off – ease out of all of it. Step slowly away from the shiny.

So, I’ll Tweet only on Fridays. And I’ll post only a few things on FB – releases and contracts. I’m going to change my loops to Special Announcements. And I’ll promo on a few FB groups. Write the occasional free read for the M/M Goodreads group because they are mostly readers.(At least I don’t think there are over 12K authors in that group) I think these things might only take minutes from my day, not an hour. But I have to wean myself off the Internet teat – you know, checking your smart phone every few minutes, constantly checking emails, posting to FB friends…that sort of stuff. It’s got to go, because it’s eating into my life and taking over and I really should be writing.

I need a schedule. And I need to stick to it. Because I truly believe the best promo you can do is to write another book, and if I don’t get myself out of the social media swamp, the gators are going to eat me. It won’t be pretty. Gators are not neat eaters.

So, does anyone else feel this way? Is anyone willing to join me in my social media diet? To take a good long hard look at social media, decide what you enjoy doing, and forgo all the other stuff? It’ll be like eating dessert first, going for the good stuff.

Let me know if you’re in the same boat, without a paddle. And what you plan on doing about it?