Day 2 of the Christmas Blog.

2 December

Thanks to Daisy for inviting me to take part in her Advent Calendar.

Growing up in England, Advent Calendars were a vital part of the run-up to Christmas – especially when the calendars came out with the little chocolates behind each flap.


I live in New Zealand now, where Christmas falls in the middle of summer, and chocolate has to be kept in the fridge, otherwise it melts into a sticky mess. The idea of a treat every day though, that still works.

And so my treat to you, is one copy of my latest release A Handful of Wolf (Snowdonia Wolves #2). Daisy can select a commenter at random for the prize. It’s topical too. Although my wolves are based in deepest, darkest Wales, this story is set in sunny Wellington, the capital of New Zealand. Sasha Llewellyn has been working here for a few months and plans to return home soon… that is, until he meets Megan. His wolf is convinced she’s his Mate, but the man is not so sure. And as for Megan, a human… can he win her love and introduce her to his highly secret world?

Sasha & Megan

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.


In this extract, Megan and her friends have taken Sasha to their favourite night club, Might Mike’s. To his astonishment, it’s populated mainly with shifters.


Sasha stuck by Megan’s side while she tossed down shots with the girls, and as she tottered on unsteady heels toward the stage. “Howlin’ Wolves are on next.” It took a moment before he realized she meant the live act. There were howling wolves all around, mixing easily with the very bohemian crowd. He felt like a hick. He’d never seen so many tattoos or piercings, and the way they knocked back their drinks made him feel distinctly uneasy. Shifters usually had a higher tolerance for alcohol than humans, but even these wolves were off their heads. How did Megan and her friends keep up? He clung to his half empty bottle of beer like a lifeline.

The band members were all wolves and played loud, fast rock music that ignited the audience. Before the opening chords finished, there was a surge toward the stage and Sasha automatically caught hold of Megan before she was knocked over. Lou and Nessa took position on the edge, but Megan wanted to be in the center, despite the jostling and pushing from the other dancers. He moved to stand behind her, arms circled around her waist and shielded her as best he could. She was in the perfect position for him to nuzzle her hair and he took advantage and buried his nose deep in the soft, brown waves. She snuggled closer to him and his cock sprang to life. She couldn’t miss the hard ridge pressing against her ass. When she ground against him with her pelvis, he groaned. This was torture of the sweetest kind.

Another rub against his hard-on, and he retaliated. He slipped both hands under the trailing edge of her top and found warm, silky bare skin. Velvet. With both palms against her flat stomach, he held her even closer and nuzzled the back of her neck. Her dancing faltered and she trembled. Christ, she felt good in his arms. It didn’t matter that they swayed together amidst a crush of sweaty dancers, she had his sole attention. Her throat was just a breath away. He kissed a slow path up the side of her neck, over the shell of her ear, and down again with a nip to her earlobe. The taste of her skin was like a drug. His blood heated and pulse surged, and he had to go back for a second taste. Her caramel scent intensified and exploded in a burst of sensation on his tongue. There had to be something in the smoky atmosphere that was melting his synapses. He wanted to bite her neck. The urge to mark her thrummed in his veins, pounding at his consciousness. His wolf urged him on, scratching at him, demanding that he claim her.


Claim her?

As in claiming a Mate?

He was drunk. He had to be. It was the only explanation.

A Handful Of Wolf  from Liquid Silver Books.




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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

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20 thoughts on “Day 2 of the Christmas Blog.

  1. I love wolf shifters. And New Zealand is my favorite place in the whole world. I call it the Sampler Islands On two slender islands exists every beautiful site you could ask for. It is the most amazing place: Glaciers, Rain Forests, Volcanic explosions of the past, Live volcanoes, Sunny beaches, a 21 foot water you can safely raft over, Rapids galore, hang gliding, dangerous rafting, maniacal helicopter rides, sheep, tiny reindeers, smart dogs, and fabulous people. Best place on earth. Everyone should visit because it also seems to have wolf shifters. Oh and it’s a great place to make movies. (really wants a handful of wolf.)

    • Congrats on your release day too Liza. Thanks for commenting. Fingers crossed your number will get picked for the
      prize. I too would love to visit New Zealand, perhaps if I’m lucky I might get the chance one day.

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