Hi. I’m Sofia. Perfect Stranger is my newest release, and while it’s a standalone contemp romance, you may recognize some of the characters from my previous release (Pole Position).
Perfect Stranger is set mostly in Manchester (a city I love) and in an industry (IT sales) I worked in for several years. Most of the places I mention are real, from Dukes 92 bar, to the Quayhouse Pub.
Writing this book felt like taking a walk through my memories 🙂
I should mention that the storyline is dark, and if you have a domestic violence trigger, you may want to stay away.
Let’s Get To Know Sofia Grey
Q: What’s the funniest thing a reader has ever said/emailed to you?
A: Someone posted a Goodreads review in Russian. I had to use Google Translate to try and figure out what they said, but it still made almost no sense! This is an excerpt:
“I got the impression that the author only undersigned, it jerked and said, “Everything! peak words exhausted.” And instead of having to rewrite the finished text and expedite things, she turned everything in the epilogue of a pair of crumpled obzats.”
Q: What fictional character would you punch if the face if you thought you could get away with it without going to jail?
A: Edward from Twilight. Repeatedly!!!
Q: What’s your favorite AND least favorite thing about being a writer/author?
A: Favourite – being able to justify the WEIRD google searches I do.
Least favourite – trying to sleep when I haven’t finished writing a scene, and the characters won’t stay quiet in my head.
About Perfect Stranger by Sofia Grey
Kate’s having the birthday from hell. A sadistic boss and rumors of a corporate takeover threatening her handpicked team are bad enough, but then her car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. In a monsoon.
A one-night stand with the delicious Jordan Merrill is probably not her best idea, but it’s far more appealing than room service and pay-per-view. Like Cinderella, she runs away from the best night of her life, but instead of leaving a glass slipper, she drops her business card. Like Prince Charming, Jordan isn’t satisfied with just one night, though he and Kate live hundreds of miles apart.
Kate’s worked hard to reach her senior management position, and she knows a long-distance relationship is impossible, even if she falls in love with Jordan. He wants to promise her a happily ever after, but is she ready to throw away her career for him?
I abandoned my car by the entrance to the Victoria & Albert, ignored the protests from the doorman, and charged upstairs to my room. I was running on autopilot. Pack my bags, check out, and get the hell out of Manchester. I never wanted to see this stinking city again as long as I lived.
My sole focus was getting back to London.
I ignored the knock at the door. Probably the porter, looking for my bags—packed and ready to go. Snapping the clasp on my laptop bag, I turned around to see Kate in the doorway.
I’d only seen her in business clothes or naked up to now. Today she wore skintight faded jeans and a lacy T-shirt, her feet in sandals. Her toenails gleamed a pale, iridescent pink, which reminded me painfully of the charm I bought her. Her cheeks were pink too, her hair slightly damp as if she just had a shower. She was too fucking gorgeous.
Fury boiled in my veins. She had someone else. Why the fuck did I still want her? I’d come close—too damn close—to making an idiot of myself. It stopped here. Messing with someone else’s woman was not how I behaved.
“So who’s running away this time?” She sounded out of breath. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”
I found my voice and made it hard and disgusted. “Not at all. I now understand why you couldn’t see me yesterday or last night.”
“No, you don’t.” Anger flashed in her eyes, but I’d no intention of listening to her excuses. She might cheat on her fiancé but it wouldn’t be with me. I turned my back to her and snatched up my key card, ready to go.
I didn’t expect her to catch my arm. “Jordan, at least listen to me.”
I shook her off, but she grabbed the front of my shirt in both hands, and I couldn’t help looking at her. My deluded heart flipped. She had twin spots of color in her cheeks, her eyes glowing fire, and she was pretty damned pissed.
Nope. There still was nothing to say.
“Jordan, you came waltzing up here and barged into my life, with no warning, and then you got uppity when I had plans for the weekend.”
I snorted. “Yeah. I saw what sort of plans they were.”
“I only met Isaac a couple days ago. He’s—”
“Never stopped you before.” The taunt was childish, and I was amazed at myself for stooping so low. I lost every ounce of common sense around Kate.
She blanched at my words, but her retaliation was swift. She slapped me hard across the cheek. A noise like a gunshot reverberated about the room.
“How dare you?” She snarled the words. If I thought her angry before, it was nothing compared to this sizzling demon. “He’s my sister’s fiancé.”
“You…” My cheek stung. She fucking hit me. I was beyond astonished.
She quivered with indignation and bristled with energy. It wouldn’t surprise me if she let loose a few lightning bolts from her fingertips. One hand still clutched my shirtfront.
I stared at her, as the words finally sank in. “Your sister’s fiancé?”
She gave a nod.
“Staying at your house, with your sister?”
Another nod. Even her hair quivered with rage.
“Awww, shit.” Twice today, she’d reduced me to speechlessness. I sought the right words, before it was too late. Before I fucked up completely. “I’m sorry.”
She didn’t speak. Did she have any idea how impossibly sexy she looked, standing there, glaring at me?
I tried again. “I’m sorry. You’re absolutely right. I jumped to conclusions, without giving you the opportunity to explain.”
This merited an angry snort. “I shouldn’t need to explain anything. It’s my home, and who stays there is my business.”
“I know.” I pulled her by the arm to sit on the bed beside me. I turned her hand and raised the glowing palm to my mouth, to press a delicate kiss over the center.
“You are so beautiful.” I had to touch her. Had to fix this. Smoothing a stray lock of hair from her face, I caressed her cheek. “You know this was the first time I’ve ever been hit by a woman.”
“Well that explains a lot.” Her tart reply released the knot inside my chest, and I roared with laughter. Her lips curved, and I could see she was fighting a smile.
My favorite quote from Perfect Stranger is:
Why did she leave without saying anything? Had some emergency cropped up? Something that necessitated a departure so rapid, she didn’t have time to leave a two-line note? “Thanks for the fuck. See you around.”