More Time To Write Porn Slow Cooker Turkey Breast:

And easy squeezey recipe so you don't go mad. I'm on day two of feeling behind the moment I wake up. Tomorrow I am 39! How DID THAT HAPPEN!? Today I have to shop for the stuff so the man can make my dinner (he took me out last week for an early fun-birthday-date day :) ) and I did edits and I have proofing and...*gasp*

The older I get, the more frazzled I feel during the holidays. But I still love them. You'd think now that the kids are older, I'd feel less stressed, the answer is um...no! Anyway, I tend to make up super fast easy "recipes" during the holidays to save myself a step. Say, oh, dinner cooking all day while I'm running errands and working on edits. I'll post some here on the blog during the holidays. You can thank me later. Heh ;)

More Time To Write Porn Slow Cooker Turkey Breast
by Sommer Marsden:

#One boneless turkey breast. Leave that little napkin-sized bit of skin on if they give it to you.

#Smear skin with about 2-3 pats of butter (real butter!)

#Sprinkle heavily with your favorite spice blend. We use Todd's Bayou Dirt or Cajun Foreplay
#Cook on LOW in the slow cooker for 8-10 hours

#Use your drippings for gravy.

#Serve with egg noodles for non-GF folk or rice/rice noodles for Gluten Free option.

#Thank me later.

Seriously, the juiciest, most perfect turkey breast. Boy child aka the complainer lights up when I make this and it is gone almost before it hits the plate. That is what a frazzled pron writer calls a successful meal.

If you make it, make sure you let me know your results!

XOXO

Sommer

p.s. how badly do I want this apron? I mean, it even has a pocket for a flask. Can you put wine in a flask???? Oh, Santa...I have a new item to add to my list...

and now we enter...

the time of year where I feel behind the clock about ten minutes after I get up. Most days. Other days, I feel all glowy, cockle-warming, domestic bliss, Martha Stewart wanna be happiness as I putter and bake and craft. It's a crap shoot and I simply never can tell.

I'm also finishing my current book (which came out of nowhere and has blown by) so that makes the balance of birthday/decorating/shopping/prepping Christmas month that much more um...tweaky.

Here's a nibble of the current WIP as I strike things off my To Do List. So far I'm doing pretty good. How long until I lose steam and pop in the DVD of Fringe and veg out? Anyone wanna bet???

Happy Cyber Monday!

from Sommer's WIP:

“Put your shirt back on,” I growled. Mason froze. “You told him to say that, didn’t you?”

Mason chuckled, but buttoned his shirt. “No. But I’m just screwing with you. Hey, babe, I would so not be averse to a nice romantic encounter with you here or anywhere, but not under duress.”

“It’s a ghost. A spirit. Smoke and mirrors. Even if it is real, what could it possibly do to us?”

“I wouldn’t say that, Darl—“

Just then the overhead chandelier started swinging. Not an original part of the house, I’d wager, since this had been the main house on a working farm. However, it was huge and wrought iron and dominated the tall ceiling in the foyer. If it fell, I realized, not much was going to be spared. I moved down toward the sealed doors.

“There. We’re out of the line of fire,” I said to Mason in a calm conversational voice. Nothing like the coked up gerbil feeling I had on the inside.

“Yeah, I have a feeling that they—“

He didn’t get to finish when a piece of glass flew off the chandelier to crash at my feet. Then my breath stalled and my lungs kicked and panic swelled in me because I couldn’t quite breathe. It was as if my throat was wrapped in a icy cold hand that was squeezing for all its worth.

“Darla?”

“Grmph,” I said.

“Darl? Your face is turning purple.”

I clawed at invisible hands that Mason couldn’t see. Hell, that I couldn’t see. But nothing worked. I waved my hands to him and he stepped forward, pulling at my neck and giving a startled hiss when he came in contact with the icy nothingness.

“Frmph!” I said. And then I grabbed Mason and kissed him as much as a woman being strangled can kiss.

Mason’s tongue found mine and the warm touch of wetness sizzled through my oxygen deprived brain. The grip on my throat loosened and I sucked in a sweet rush of stale historical air. “Oh god, that’s good,” I said.

“I am a good kisser,” Mason said, mellowed by the physical contact.

“I meant the air.”

XOXO

Sommer
*fabulous non-working (my favorite kind!) clock here

I can't remember why I walked into the kitchen...

on any given day, but I remembered this song by Coach line for line. And I remembered what show it was from and who sang it. I think that's the first sign of senility. Anyway, the word Albania came into my sphere today and I immediately started singing this. Too good to pass up sharing this oldie but goody clip from Cheers. Which back in my day was a no-miss show that you raced home from wherever to catch!

Hope your Thanksgiving was full of love and laughter and good food. Hmm. Speaking of Thanksgiving, where is that classic food fight scene from Cheers...

XOXO
Sommer

Mmm...

Cheesecake-Stuffed Pumpkin Cupcakes. I'm in a reading/watching TV/baking/puttering state of holiday nirvana. Hope your holiday, however you celebrate, rocks. Happy Thanksgiving, peoples. :) See you Monday!

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. eat gluten free and want to make these? visit Silvana's Dish Towel Diaries for the steps. Don't eat GF? Replace the GF flour with regular. Or just eat as is. You'd never freaking know. Trust me. There's a 14 year old boy sitting next to me inhaling one right now who just said so.

I got better things to do with my time...

I get songs out of the ether. They slip out and wave when I need them most. I tend to replay music to death because certain 'albums' will be soundtracks to chunks of my life. This one slid right out of the past tonight and kissed me on the cheek. Seems I needed it.

I've spend the better part of 39 years (come December 1) trying to please those looking on. And I'm learning every day that slips by that that's a hunormous waste of time. I've known it for a while, but it's hard to break old perfectionist attitudes, especially self-imposed ones. My worst jailer is me. My worst warden is self. I'm trying to focus on how I feel about stuff only. And those closest to me. The people who form the nucleus of my life. It's hard for me. I'm sort of a rabid people pleaser who likes to appear in whatever pretty package the onlooker expects or desires. It's kind of exhausting, though. I think I might be embarking on a slice of life titled: Cutting Self Some Fucking Slack...

So this song is in my head on a loop at the moment (though The Black Keys are my current work soundtrack). I'm taking a bit of time off this week to enjoy the fam. It seems well deserved and hugely needed. I hope you and yours have a superb holiday where you can sit back, stuff yourselves whether it be turkey or tofurkey or turkey-like-substance burritos from the 7-11. I hope it's full of laughter and fun and peace and sharing.

As an aside, Phil Collins was huge when I was a freshman and sophomore in high school. I do think that Face Value and No Jacket Required are at the top of my formative years play list. I thought he was a sexy motherfucker. My friends--all Tom Cruise and Emilio Estevez addicts--laughed at me. But I was a word whore, English Lit centered, GT student then and to me, anyone who could write lyrics like that and sing them so you felt the tug and pull of emotion in your belly was...well, a sexy motherfucker, no matter the package. That's how I roll to this day. I don't care if you're wrapped in a short man in a suit with an accent and thinning hair or a six foot six athlete. It's all about the innards. No turkey pun intended.

Peace.

XOXO
Sommer

dude, those are like...claws

There is a tiny affliction in my family, that odd object speak to us. I had it happen in high school with a Buddha pendant from and antique kiosk and my mother ended up buying it for me for Christmas that year because it was all I talked about. I still have it and I still wear it.

It happened to boy child this summer down in Hampden on the Avenue at an antique store. We ended up bringing home a carved wooden statue of a Japanese fisherman with what appeared to be a alien-like head. Like close encounters alien. The head, though human and matching the body, seems oddly disproportionate to the rest of him. But I digress...

As you can see, it happened to girl child today at a local bazaar with "The Chief". That is how he was labeled. I think they missed the words "Creepy Pants". Big Chief Creepy Pants seems about right. Yes, it is plaster, yes it is huge (about 2 feet), yes it is hand painted by a non professional--no, no! I know you think it was but I assure you, despite its impeccable facade it is definitely the work of an amateur. (Oh. My. God) AND...it appears to be sporting rather deadly talons instead of fingernails on the hand that is clutching the AXE!

(funny aside: she says to me "Maybe he is a Cherokee chief, Ma" as if this will make me feel better about her purchase. Our bloodline is heavily peppered with Cherokee, but somehow I don't think he'd care if we're related or not)

The amusing part of this to me is not that I have a blood thirsty half shifter Indian Chief armed with an axe in my home, it's that it was purchased by the same child that once made me lock a ventriloquist's dummy in the trunk of my car because she thought it was going to come into her room at night. Does she not fear Big Chief's death claws?

Anyhoo, here are some other pics

Our sunset tonight. The photo does not do it justice. It was pinky pinkerson and gorgeous.

When I turned around on the deck, this was on the other side. A gorgeous plump moon.

The fake fire where I mope and wallow (see blog below).

I am glad I have this fake fireplace to hang out in front of now that the sun has set, the moon is full and chief creepy pants is dragging his bodyless torso through my house with his deadly shifter talons so he can finish me off with his...AXE.

Maybe I'll lock him in the trunk of my car.

XOXO
Sommer

other stuff i assume i could be if i quit writing...

When I get a not so nice review I usually allow myself to wallow for one day. One day to bury my head in the sand and hide and feel sorry for myself. ONE. If I go beyond that it is just ridiculous because it is unreasonable and sad to expect that everyone in the whole world should like you and/or your work--whether your work is phone service or fiction writing.

I found a bad review quite by accident. It was buried amidst so many good ones, and still, that one bad one instantly negated all the numerous good ones for me (because I have issues, yo). So today is my official wallow day.

Since finding the one bad kernel amongst a whole can of good ones, I have watched episode two of The Walking Dead on demand (nothing says self loathing like zombies), I have written several pages of new book (and questioned and second guessed every durn word), the man dragged me to the home improvement store--which was oddly soothing and nice in a bizarre "this is like a mental institution but with power tools" kind of way, walked his fatness with the man.

I am now sitting in front of my fake wood burning stove heater thingy my mother-in-law bought me contemplating the virtues of a self-shaming nap. (I would like to note that the fake fireplace heater thing is next to our actual functioning gas fireplace that we are too cheap to run). Whilst I sit here and enjoy this false blaze, I have made a short sad list of things I could be if I quit writing (and apparently assaulting folks with my thin veil of fiction wrapped around gobs of sex). Here goes:


$ dog salon receptionist (There is a dog salon by our home. Twice now they have put HELP WANTED signs in the window and I have chickened out to go in and apply. For whatever bizarre reason, this has become my mental dream job (no, I am not kidding) should people stop buying my books and we require stuff like food and heat and shelter)
$ home improvement store worker person (like I said, oddly soothing in bright, clinical, soft rock being piped in overhead way)
$ the 'would you like fries with that' girl at any fast food restaurant (this needs zero explanation)
$ grocery store worker (again, oddly calming to me, possibly because I own one tween, one teen and one man and I am CONSTANTLY there, so to me it is like an extension of home only with food cold storage, bright lights, stock boys and again with the soft rock)
$ professional TV watcher (again, no explanation needed. seriously, if you need one, call me, we'll talk.)

That's my list for now. There might be others, but those are all I can think of. That nap is looking pretty good, wallowing is exhausting.

XOXO

Sommer

After the blog/Author's Note: I took a nap shortly after this blog. Then I watched the Top Chef Desserts finale I missed the other night. Etc, etc, etc.

Also, I wanted to say, when I post blogs like this it is not a desperate cry come stroke me, come stroke me, tell me I'm pretty, tell me I'm good... It's not. But you guys always rally and make me smile and sometimes LOL out loud (to quote Mr. Monk) so thanks and you totally rock my thinly veiled gobs of sex world ;)

pros and cons of leaving the house like a 'normal' person

my lists i kept via my desktop sticky notes whilst writing 1500 words during a 1.5 hour span riddled with anxiety, ADD, trucker hats, cold spots and sniffling women (see blog below!).

I will do it again, no worries, but it seemed like a huge amount of rigamarole for 1500 words that I could have done here and done laundry and been WARM and had The People's Court on in the background.

However, occasionally I do miss working in an office with actual people around me. So beyond the rogue (and extremely stupid birds!) and the frigid temperatures and the sniffling...it was good and I will go back!

Because I am a masochist dontchaknow?

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. 'allowed' is totally supposed to be 'aloud' but my brain was frozen by then
p.p.s. can't read it? click it. it gets bigger! (yeah, yeah, buddy, i've been fooled by that one before...heh ;)~ )

My Big Day Out or What Happens When You Put A Writer-Recluse Person Out In The “Real” World For A Day:

And the day isn't even half over and here I am reporting!

I decided for some odd reason yesterday that I should change venue and write somewhere that is not here (home) today. So that is what I set out to do.

I would go to a new (undisclosed for my safety heh) location and write.

Hmm. Funny. I did not realize how much I have alienated myself these last five years—that’s how long I’ve been a full-time writer—until I set out to um…leave the house.

Don’t get me wrong. I got to my local library and the other local library and my mother’s and the folks at the grocery store practically high five me when I walk in for god’s sake, but here I was going somewhere I’ve been before (duh) but doing it with the intention to write.

First obstacle: my laptop does not fit in my laptop bag (I should say that the actual first obstacle was getting dressed. I was pole axed on what to wear to leave the house to sit in another location and type for a few hours). I tried and tried but my new laptop is too wide for my old laptop bag. No matter how much I mutter or try and convince it to fit. So I wrapped laptop in a scarf and put it in another tote bag (last year’s b/d gift from the lovely AT)

Second obstacle: Have I gotten lost? It seemed to take forever to get here. I mean seriously. I had one blinding moment of panic where I was sure I had totally flaked on how to get where I was going. (I have done that FYI. Forgotten how to get somewhere that is about seven minutes from my home and I’ve been a bazillion times. You call it funny, I call it Alzheimer’s)

Third obstacle: How did I get so many bags? Getting out of the car when I finally got here (after my round of ADD for the morning. Oh, a park! I should walk there! Oh, a corn field! Why have I never noticed that before? I should walk there…prolly not since it would be creepy and the farmer person who owns it will probably be mad) I had my laptop (tote)bag, my actual (book) tote bag, and my giant purse that could be a tote bag. Finally, I managed.

Then…I got inside and there was a slot that said: Do not put hand in this slot. Man…I so wanted to put my hand in that slot. But I did not! And I got inside and I realized a class was going on (okay, yes, I am in an alternate library in case you have not figured that out yet) and I had to sneak back to the quiet section. It is marked QUIET SECTION.

There were two women in the quiet section (a super fancy QS if I do say so myself). They were putting away quiet things. There are quiet tables and quiet windows and it really is gorgeous (despite the woman over there who is sniffling too much and is sooooo not being quiet). So I say to one woman, “Is it okay if I work on my laptop in here?”

Which is the world’s dumbest question, I know because she looked at me like I was on drugs and said “OF course”

So here I am! Working out of the house! Feeling a bit anxious about it. In the quiet room with the sniffly lady and who just walked in…oh! A man with glasses and a trucker’s cap. Hello trucker cap man.

What have I written? This blog.

Stay tuned to find out if I actually…did anything. More later

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. hey look my wifi works! have had this new laptop for about two months and am just now testing it out. i feel like a space alien being able to connect to the interent with my fancy laptop at a remote location. beam me up, Scottie? Scotty? Beam me up, Spock!

I took a little...

trip back to Dirtyville and Kinkyville today! I found this traipsing around my old blog and love, love, love it. I wanted some of my new visitors to see it in case they hadn't. So, I'm posting it on my recently moved to brand new shiny blog...here!

The only diff is, if you are new to me and my stuff, at the end it would now read http://decemberink.blogspot.com/ as SGP is now gone poof. :D

Beyond that I managed to drag self to American Education Week day for girl child's school, boy is home because our neighborhood had a mini tornado last night (oh no, Toto!) and the high school has no power so they sent students home. Yes, he is devastated. Hahaha! ha! It's funny because it's not true. Let's see, also, I sat down to watch a show for research for the paranormal I am neck deep in writing right now and fell asleep and then made GF chocolate cherry mini loaves to test out in case I want to give them for Xmas (when I woke up, obviously. I did not bake whilst asleep. Though that would be super cool and a huge time saver).

As a bizarre aside; You really see that you are an odd recluse type person--if you work for yourself--when you attend school events. Other parents are coming in all gussied up from work or heading out to work or whatnot. They have their phones clipped to their belts or purse straps. They're wearing suits and ties and heels and all that jazz. Me? I'm all "What day is it, anyway?"

(o_O)
XOXO
Sommer

Later... Author's Note: Man, this is the blog of run on sentences--I don't know why--it's like my sentences will not die, I say unto thee, and now I am just doing it to fuck with you...or maybe because I had too much of that mini chocolate cherry loaf thingamabob...

would you like whipped cream with that?

and I got four cherries from Ambrosia over at Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews for Man In The Middle. Woo and also hoo. Thanks to her for taking the time to read and review (and like!) my little novella. :)

Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go will myself not to be getting this cold I feel like I'm getting. But I'm not getting it because I'm refusing to um...get it.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. My mother-in-law bought me a fancy little heater that looks like fireplace and the man is reading the directions aloud (for whatever reason). First line in the book: Warning, this heater is hot...
p.p.s. I love how I started this blog with 'and' as if it continues on from the title. Which I often do. I start a thought or a sentence in the title and finish it first line in. But see, I did not do that this time, but wrote it as if I had. Hmm. I blame this cold I am so totally NOT getting.

the sofa

lulled me yesterday. I sort of had a slow motion day and the migraine waxed and waned and basically refused to simply vacate the premises all together. But I had good company. Mmm. Mitchell, George and Annie. And I got in SUPER BIG trouble with girl child when she got home from school because we had been watching season 1 of BBC's Being Human together. So then she and boy child had to hurry up and have a three episode marathon last night so we can all start season two today...*cough* stupid migraine. Making me watch ahead. I had nothing else to watch...I swear (((Supernatural seasons 1,2,3,4; Monk seasons 1,2,3,4,5; Psych season 1, Buffy season 1,2,; CSI; Burn Notice; and about 800 active TV channels. But beyond that...nothing)))

I did still manage about 2K on the current book between pain bouts. And today I feel sort of...hollow. If that makes any sense. But feeling much, much better, thanks to those of you who sent well-wishes. You rock!

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. Just in case anyone from the BBC is reading, I would not be against doing a guest spot as a woman woefully caught in a love triangle with Mitchell and George. Just saying...

sorry

today due to migraine. Went to bed early with it last night...joy, oh joy, it was still around when I woke up. So I'm bugging out for the day. It's wiped me out. You know, I used to live with these on a super regular basis. Several a week from the ages of 5-30. Now...I have no fucking clue how I did that.

XOXO

Sommer

oh. my. god...

such a fierce cover. Thanks to Willsin Rowe my new December Ink release Justine (previously published 'back in the day' at Ruthie's Club) has a smoking hot cover. And it's out today at ARe, Bookstrand, etc, etc, etc...

And speaking of covers, this is my ham-handed segue into the fact that I've blogged on that very topic over at The Self Publishing Revolution. It's the 13th of the month, which means I'm over there running my mouth. Heh.

XOXO

Sommer

It's gonna be a hot, hot winter...

Cause...I am the lucky super duper awesomely lucky winner of both of these sexy books! Both new titles from Xcite. Justine Elyot is a writer I lurve and K D Grace is new to me so I'm super excited.

I plan to keep cozy this winter with some steamy smut. Yay. Me.

How am I winning these you ask? Go to Erotica For All and click Competitions and keep current with the giveaways.

You could keep warm too.

XOXO
Sommer

things that make me smile...

Seeing a seventy-plus year-old man raking and bagging leaves in a Buffy tee shirt. I was out walking his fatness and when I spotted it I was all...Is that Buffy? And then he turned around and I saw: Into each generation, a slayer is born...on his back.

Rock on, Mr. Leaf Man. Heh.

XOXO

Sommer

things that bug me...

Dentists recommend we drink everything (including coffee and wine) through straws to avoid staining our teeth. It will help keep them white, they say!

Dermatologists say never drink through straws as then you get those old lady wrinkles around your lips and you look like you've taken your dentures out (though you don't have dentures and could not possibly take out all your natural teeth).

So...I can have wrinkly old lady mouth or jacked up teeth...choose now! (O_O)

XOXO
Sommer

my lucky day...

It must be! My second and third m/m novellas are out from Xcite (there were three). Yay and yay! and happy dance!

Here is the blurb for Ferryman:

Charon's only job is to make another man happy. No matter what. Even if the demands of his rock star boss twists his heart until he admits to himself exactly what he want – Graham for his own. Against all odds.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand, the blurb for Report For Repair. {Funny story, we have that oak in our neighborhood, we have not made peace yet, that tree and I. But I forgive it a little, because it gave me the idea for this book. Ha!}

Report for Repair brings us a very determined Chance whose arch nemesis – a dead oak – becomes his ticket to seeing a very hot Sunshine Gas and Electric man who is definitely making him work for it. But that's fine, Chance isn't above taking matters into his own hands.

An excerpt of each is on the Xcite site. All three of the new m/m novellas (also see Unexpected below) are now available on Xcite and All Romance Ebooks and coming soon to other places. Woohoo! :)

XOXO
Sommer

there was a little german in my mailbox today...

and it wasn't a wiener dog! It was the German translation of Misbehaviour and my story "Phone Sex" translated to Telefonsex (I think that's what it said. It's up on the porn shelf). And look at that gorgeous nekkidness on the cover! What is German for fierce?

XOXO

Sommer

it's been ages since...

I've laughed so hard I've wept. I did that last night. I needed it badly! Especially right now with lots of looking deadlines and details, a fresh version of what I call Celiac hell complete with food diaries, yet more food eliminations, pain and struggling to feel 'normal' some days. And in the midst of it, trying to ignore the fact that sometimes I feel like total and absolute poo (but sometimes I do not! focus on that. focus...Om).

Anyway, I read this last night thanks to a tweet by a little twitter bird named Lauren Flax. Her tweet led me to this blog which led me to actually laughing so hard I was crying, wheezing and yes, felt a bit like I might be sick.

If that sounds like fun, go read it!

XOXO

Sommer

unexpectedly...

my m/m novella Unexpected is out on All Romance Ebooks. This new erotic romance from Xcite Books is up for release officially 11/11 but I guess ARe is so smoking hot, they got an early start. Woop and woohoo!

Here's the blurbage from the publisher:

When gay guy Charlie agrees to father a baby for his friend Mariah he has no idea that, uanble to cope, she'd disappear to California and he'd be left holding the baby. Then he meets Giovanni, all lean and kinetic and beautiful who not only brings some sunshine back into his life but adores children too.

XOXO
Sommer

Charlotte Stein has me singing Janet Jackson...

Because her fierce book CONTROL is out today! Yay for Charlotte! Here is a sexy snippet. And now I have to go get dressed. The man is yelling "let's go! Let's go!" Jeesh. Talk about control.

When Madison Morris decides to hire an assistant to help run her naughty bookshop, she gets a lot more than she bargained for. Aggressive Andy doesn't quite make the grade, but continues to push her buttons in other areas, while uptight and utterly repressed Gabriel can't quite take Madison's training techniques. One makes her grasp control, while the other makes her lose it. But the lines are blurring and she's no longer sure who's leading and who's following. In the midst of kinky threesomes and power plays, can Madison work out what she really wants?


XOXO
Sommer

p.s. Charlotte has a contest on her blog too! Go here!

I'm in this gorgeous

book edited by my super awesome friend Ms. Alison Tyler for Harlequin. I'm so stoked (I am single-handedly trying to bring 'stoked' back into use BTW) to be a part of it. Can't wait to see the line up. If you see this and you're in it too, leave me a comment. :)

XOXO
Sommer

i've never seen this before...

for one of my books. But google alerted me this morning that I had a Coming Soon on Manic Readers. I adore the phrase "coming soon" it holds so much promise. It's second only to the phrase "coming again". Oh baby ;)

Look for my goofy, hot, sexy, holiday romp "Pretty In Pink" December 3rd from Excessica.

XOXO
Sommer

teeth, glorious teeth!

I've a toothsome guest blog over at Oh Get A Grip! blog today. The topic: Kinky Obsessions. My take? Well, here's a hint~~~~~~~~~>

XOXO
Sommer

shirt available here

the christmas music has eaten into my brain...

That's right! Christmas music! On TV. This morning. Then the MVA (Motor Vehicle Administration for those of you with DMV's) and turns out my social security card still says I'm maiden name me. So...Social Security Admin for a new card request. So...have to go back to MVA in a few days to get that new license I need.

Sum up: my brain is in knots. And there's Christmas music! Already. So I am putting the 'villes on sale. 40% off on All Romance Ebooks, Bookstrand and 1 Place For Romance (and the collection which is both volumes in one is on 1PFR only~also 40% off!)

Ta and da. And Fa-la-la-la-la-La-la-la-la! (Oops. How'd that get in there?) Damn.

XOXO

Sommer

Mazel!

I'm back to do my Andy Cohen mazel of the week. It goes out to our own little Cora Zane (frankly, I think the world would be more kick ass with more people like Cora in it) who has her very first Ellora's Cave release Connection out today! Here's the blurbage:

Gage is a cyber vamp, an AI being who feeds off energy, sexual and otherwise. Kiri loves that they can feel each other’s pleasure during sex…during those electric moments when Gage slips his fangs into her neck ports.

Kiri knew from the start Gage wanted a no-strings relationship, but hadn’t realized his bite would grant him access to her heart. Hadn’t counted on being so lost to pleasure she lets loose her innermost desire. Now Gage knows her secret, and Kiri can’t bring herself to face him.

But Gage has a secret too. He’s found more than sexual satisfaction with Kiri. He’s discovered the ultimate connection—and he’ll prove it the second he’s back in her bed.

Why are you still here? Go buy her sexy cyber book! Mazel, Cora. Many happy sales.

XOXO

Sommer

i'm in a few new books from Xcite...

They're four or five story collections and they can be found on the Xcite site or at AllRomanceEbooks and a buncha other places too. I'm smushed up against all kinds of great writers like Jeremy Edwards, Dakota Rebel, Heidi Champa and Justine Elyot. Coolio ;)

XOXO
S

ghosts of many kinds...

I'm working on two projects at once right now. One in the form of a crime novel as my original self. The ghosts in that one are more memories than actual ghosts. Then there's my fun paranormal erotic book that involves more traditional (and greedy and mischievous) ghosts. So, I did 2,100 words today and then I needed a break.

I put on Paranormal State and vegged out for THREE back to back episodes. That's a record for me. I can rarely calm the whirlwind that is me mid-day. But I did and it was awesome. Maybe it was the rain. Cold rainy gray day and PRS and ghosts and...now that's what I call research.

XOXO
Sommer

got some pretty in...

my mailbox today. This is my third year in Best Women's Erotica edited by Violet Blue and every year it's an honor. Love that cover. Makes me feel all...*shiver*

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Sommer

I'm a featured giveaway...

at Happily Ever After reviews. Woohoo! Good way to start November!

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Sommer