Friday, September 30, 2011

Gluten Free Pizza


by me. Made with the Bisquick GF mix. Not as good as the biscuits, because this was basically a GIANT biscuit with pizza toppings. But still way better than a lot of the stuff out there. Also you could add more spices and/or some Parmesan as you get the feel for it--tweak your own special recipe, if you will. I'll probably try it again with more spices and try to get it a bit thinner and more uniform.

On a scale of 10 for GF crusts, I give it a 7.5. Udi's pizza crust is still my fave for pizza so far.

But ain't she purdy???

XOXO
Sommer

sing along with me...


I'm at T. Harrison's blog for the final stop of September's zombie reign of terror. I'm talking about the music that fueled the books and taking requests for number four. Got a song to suggest? Hit me. Do you have soundtracks to your work (or your life)? Tell me!

Visit us here. Because soon it's October and we move on...to wolves.

XOXO
Sommer

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Look away, look away!



If you're not interested in reviews. I have a few and I'm gonna post them. Feel free to skip this if you're not interested :)

4 kisses for Report for Repair from Top 2 Bottom Reviews.

For readers who believe in and enjoy lust at first sight stories with the potential to grow into something more, this sweet, sexy, and often humorous tale provides just that, with a couple of leading men who needed a little nudge from Mother Nature to jump start their romance and bring them together.

4 ravens for Unexpected at Blackraven Reviews.

I was a little bit surprised by Sommer Marsden’s Unexpected. I thought from the blurb that this would be a simple romance about two gay men as parents, which is a trope I enjoy, but there is so much more to the story.

5 puckers for Base Nature at Two Lips Reviews.
It is nice to see something taken seriously but in such a way a lot of readers will want to read this book. The story will stay with me for a long time for its depth and love.


AND WOOHOO THE FIRST OFFICIAL REVIEW FOR...

Lunatic Fringe [WOLF WHISTLE! CAT CALL! CRAZY HILLBILLY REBEL YELL!] 5 hearts from Sizzling Hot Book Reviews.

Lunatic Fringe is probably my favorite so far of the Zombie Exterminator Series and it is hard to beat We Kill Dead Things in my mind. But, Lunatic Fringe delivers action, passion, humor, love, and suspense all at once. I can’t wait for the next installment of the Zombie Exterminator Series.

Yay and thanks to all my reviewers for taking the time to review me. I appreciate you!

Okay. I'm done. Carry on. :)

XOXO
S

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

I am smellifying my house...


simmering orange peels, cinnamon sticks, whole cloves, star anise, nutmeg and ginger. Chemical free and smells great. Smells like fall which I love. Bring it! (hurrrrrrrrrry!).

XOXO
S

would you want to do it one more time...


before the zombie hoard? I would...duh ;) I'm over at Angell's blog discussing tense, urgent, under the gun sex and giving away a zombie book. Dealer's choice. Come see me! :)

XOXO
Sommer
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Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Great Gluten Free!


I'm going to start doing mini recommendations for GF items as so many of my writer friends, readers and family are finding out they have to eat GF.

Aren't these pretty? Gluten free Bisquick mix offers a biscuit recipe on the back. I made them to go with my beef stew. I would say oh my god, yum! but I'm about to stuff another in my mouth. With tons of butter of course.

Two gluten free thumbs up!

XOXO
Sommer

Super review of WKDT...


by the lovely Victoria Blisse. I was gobsmacked (I stole that from Alison Tyler who stole it from the entire UK, I guess) when I read this. So nice! Victoria seems to nail all the things I love about the characters and sex in these books. I'm addicted to my crew. Whether anyone reads them or not, I love the exterminators and their tales so much, I'll keep writing them regardless of audience. But ya know...um...I do hope someone's reading them! :)

Here we go--a snippet and a link to the full review:

Poppy, Garrity, Noah and Cahill are brilliant characters. They are zombie killers not so much by choice but driven by the need to survive. They are joined together by friendship, loss and lust and it is a powerful bond. I do love hot, realistic sex that pulls you deep in to a story and Sommer gives her readers that in bucket loads but I am ecstatic when that passion ignites between characters I can really relate to. Sommer is a genius at this, little mundane things shine through the chaos and frenzy of the killing creepers (the group’s term for the living dead) and help you to get to know the people behind the cold dispatches of the walking dead.

Read the whole shebang HERE.

XOXO
Sommer

Monday, September 26, 2011

run for your life!...or your butt...


I'm over at the lovely Cassie Exline's today talking about zombies, running, music (or the lack thereof) etc. There's also an excerpt and a giveaway. Tada! Join me over there and say hi. :)

Ugh. Monday. How did that happen?

XOXO
Sommer

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Lovely, lovely, lovely...


...Bronwyn Green has me on her blog today. She asked me all kinds of crazy questions...okay, she asked me normal questions. I think it's the answers that might be crazy.

Go check us out and say hi
:)

XOXO
Sommer

Saturday, September 24, 2011

today etc... :)


This is an older pic of a pumpkin chiffon cake that girl child and I converted to be Gluten Free. And it was gone in a blink. I miss that cake...


Today. He's really very tired. It's exhausting being this cute...


Wake up stretch. Soooooooooooooooo good...


A little wiener (circa around the year I was born probably) from Alison Tyler. He's on my TBR shelf along with some books I'm itching to read. And okay, okay! A few of mine.

Boy child's "Birthday cake" which happens to be my favorite dessert but my mama makes me the same for my birthday only she uses gluten free pretzels. Crafty boy child. I can't eat wheat, his dad can't eat strawberries. Gee, I wonder who'll get the lion's share of this dessert?

Hope your Saturday was nifty :)

XOXO
Sommer

Friday, September 23, 2011

no chainsaws, no knives, no guns, that leaves...um...



I'm at Justine Elyot's lovely site talking about my zombie escape plan as part of my reign of terror aka the Lunatic Fringe mini blog tour. What's yours? Better than mine, I bet.

Feel like sharing? Go tell us how you'd escape a ravenous undead hoard. Or you can tell me here. Dealer's choice. ;)

XOXO
Sommer

And to break up all the zombie fun...


A really nice review for Ferryman from Booking It. And if you follow that Ferryman link you'll see a nice reader review on there too. That's two happys for the price of one! Here's a snip of the review:

I really liked the Ferryman. Graham’s over-the-top personality is a nice balance to Charon’s stoicism. I believe it is definitely worth checking out this tale of two unlikely individuals coming together.

We now return to our regularly scheduled zombie reign of terror. I have a new stop on my tour coming up later today. Deets to follow...

XOXO
Sommer

Thursday, September 22, 2011

double time...


Happy Thursday!

I am talking about being that girl over at Victoria Blisse's lovely blog. I'm a Blisse virgin so she's being gentle with me. But you don't have to be. Read about how I'd totally fail at defending myself against a zombie hoard and then leave me a comment for a chance to win Lunatic Fringe.

And then when you're full up on zombies go see about my idea of lust worthy wolves over on Gee/k/ink. There's Jacob and Joshua, and I'm pretty sure that writer guy might be a beast...

Come visit me and say hi. Or howl at me. Or moan BRAIIIIINZ...or something ;)

XOXO
Sommer
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Lunatic Fringe...we all know you're out there...


I'm out today! Or my zombie exterminators book #3 is. Lunatic Fringe is now available for purchase from Resplendence Publishing. And here is the nifty blurb:

Poppy's birthday should be a big, fun, sexy deal. And it is, until the zombie exterminators find out that the creepers in their neck of the woods happen to be switching the game up a bit. They have a new nifty trick that keeps them from being readily recognizable. Something poor Poppy is unlucky enough to find out on her morning run. She goes from fantasizing about her birthday foursome with the boys, to running home to spread the bad news of mutation.

Her big day is suddenly full of machetes, a lady from the CDC and news of a new vaccine that might—or might not—work. Lucky for Poppy the boys won't let the new turn of events ruin her birthday, they still take her where she needs to go. Because all four of them know, every day could be your last. Sadly, Garrity, Cahill and Noah can't control what happens next. Things change, possibly forever, for their little group of exterminators. And over the next few days Poppy realizes a few things with perfect clarity: she loves Garrity, the thought of losing one of the boys terrifies her, and she's completely at a loss when it comes to one of her own being threatened. It seems to be the one area in which she can't pull off the bad ass persona.

What will she do, she wonders, if their perfect group of four suddenly becomes a group of three? How will she survive?


On the site you can click to read the opening pages of the book.

Let me clear something up on the zombie front, because some folks seem confused about the premise. My zombies are NOT banging like bunnies. Not that the idea hasn't crossed my mind, if I'm honest. There's a huge dark comedy factor there...but I digress! My EXTERMINATORS are doing it. And doing it...And doing it. She'd doing it with him and he's doing it with another him. And then he's doing it with her and him and then...he's doing it with her and him and him also!

There is a lot of doing it, but the poor dead fuckers they're hunting...not doing it.

Tada!

Go here to find out more.

XOXO
Sommer

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

the soundtrack in my head for my wip...



And can I just say that Peter Gabriel is the fucking man when it comes to music that makes all the tiny hairs on your neck stand up...

XOXO
Sommer

Monday, September 19, 2011

Confessions, Jud Crandall and winning the full zombie exterminator series...


I am doing all that today! (and i haven't even had a full cuppa coffee yet). I'm over at the lovely Katie Salidas's blog today talking about how I used to be 'meh' about zombies...but then realized I actually liked zombies...or at the very least had been scarred by zombies and...

Never mind. It's hard to explain. All you really need to know is if you go to Katie's blog WRITTEN IN BLOOD and drop a comment you get a chance at winning the entire zombie exterminator series. Books (pdf format) 1, 2 and 3 (Lunatic Fringe) which comes out Wednesday from Resplendence Publishing. I'm offering the whole kit and caboodle because Katie is kicking off my reign of terror. I mean months of guest blogs.

Surely you have a good feisty zombie tale to tell. Or you could just laugh and point at me.

Contest runs until the 23rd.

XOXO
Sommer

Saturday, September 17, 2011

who...me?



I always wonder who they're talking about when I see 'best selling author' attached to my name. After all this time it still startles me. Tickles me, true, but also...startles. Anyway, Nothing But The Boots a fun, hot rubenesque erotic short by best selling me is now available on Smashwords.

Awesome!

And that is all I have today because I am having a very lazy Saturday. I'm one of the seven deadly sins over here. I think Sloth might be tattooed on me somewhere.

xoxo
S

Friday, September 16, 2011

Am I stopping by your neck of the virtual woods?



Woohoo! I am popping in on all my internet friends over the next two months. Why? Paranormallish goodness, that is why!

Somehow it worked out that September is zombie month and October is all about werewolves (and vamps). How that happened, I have no idea, but it’s fine by me.

Here’s what the schedule has shaped up to be thus far:

September, a month for braaaiiinnz…
9/19 Katie Salidas’s blog Written In Blood. Chance to win the all 3 zombie books!
9/21 LUNATIC FRINGE RELEASES [and the villagers rejoice! The ones who haven’t been eaten, that is…]
9/22 Victoria Blisse’s blog. She has promised to be gentle. I’m a Blisse virgin.
9/23 Justine Elyot’s blog Guilty Pleaures...guilty? moi?
9/25 Bronwyn Green’s lovely blog where my lovely Bron interviews me and I think she is lovely because I am her stalker…
9/26 Cassie Exline’s blog. I’m baaaaaaaaaack. Bring your axe.
9/28 Angell’s blog. My first time ever!
9/29 T. Harrison’s blog. Also a first. Awesomesauce.



October, the month to howl…
10/12 Rebecca Bond’s blog. I hope Ellis and I don’t shed…
10/14 Release day for BIG BAD!
10/15 Back at Katie’s Written in Blood for Vampire Awareness month. I’ll be talking about bloodsuckers in general and then maybe introduce Tyler Gent, my vamp from BIG BAD, with a snippety doo dah!
10/17 Aisling Weaver’s blog because she wants da wolf!
10/19 United by Books is having me...fur and all :)
10/20 Double time:
Erotica for All to chat about Big Bad
Kiki Howell’s blog with the whole spooky crew. Big Bad and Lunatic Fringe.
10/25 Gemma Parkes’s blog, Awhoooooo!
10/27 Back at T. Harrison’s blog to scratch up her hardwood floors with our wolf claws.
10/30 Back at Cassie’s for some howling at the Halloween moon
10/31 Drink heavily and steal candy from my kids.

Would you look at that? Wowza! Thanks to all my awesome hostesses. You rock, you roll, you do the zombie shuffle and the werewolf boogaloo!
XOXO
Sommer

Thursday, September 15, 2011

I am coming soon...


Prolly because of this cover ;) This is the cover for my upcoming (next week!! 9/21) zombie exterminators book LUNATIC FRINGE. It's the 3rd one! I never thought I'd write one dirty zombie book, let alone three. I've become quite addicted to the characters if I'm totally honest.

It seems that pretty Noah has become a reader fave, so if that's the case with you, then this is your book. Noah is very much the star of the show.

And...I am currently plotting a zombie apocalypse as we speak! Okay, so it's a blog tour. Whatever. Potato...Pot-ah-toe.

Purchasing deets and blurb etc to come.!

XOXO
Sommer

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

For some twisted reason I adore...


this review. It's a good review! But I think was really tickles me pink (and black due to my very dark sense of humor) is the basis of the review is why the reviewer should really not like my novella Unexpected...at all. And yet, once she spells it all out point by point...she does!

Genius!

For a very different kind of review read the full post HERE.

XOXO
Sommer

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

It's that time of year...


Ass time! Alison Tyler's put out the third annual anal erotica collection from PTP, this year's is Smart Ass. My story Smokehouse is inside. I have to cop to this being one of my favorite stories in a long while. Something about it just resonated with me and stuck. All the little hairs on my neck stayed at attention the whole time I was writing it.

We're up for sale on ARe with Kindle and print etc to come.

To celebrate this asstacular selection, I'm including my favorite 'ass' movie snippet from Disturbia. It's the kind of play on words (Spanish or otherwise) that cracks me up...

Monday, September 12, 2011

Okay! I CANNOT STAND IT ANY MORE!




I am coming soon! (and is it any wonder? do you see that man? That is Ellis Bach. My werewolf. And you can meet him on October 14th. Mmm...Ellis Bach. The best sex I've ever had on paper. Did I say I? I meant Ruby, my character. *ahem*

Cover, you ask? Why Willsin Rowe of course. Was that even...a question?

Yum and yum and yay and woohoo! and...is it October yet?

To read more about the title go HERE.

XOXO
Sommer

Automagically gets some stars...


I've been sent a few reviews. There's this 4 star review from Myrtle at Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews...

"...that is the beauty of an author who has a wild imagination and a great sense of humor. "

For the whole she-bang go HERE.

And...

Four stars from Manic Readers too.

Tada! That is about as coherent as I get today. :) I had to fast for blood work this morning. I am now having my first cup of coffee. I have usually had three by now.

Happy Monday!

XOXO
Sommer

Sunday, September 11, 2011

*pause*




for a moment today. And remember all those we lost and all those who helped save us.

Today, I plan to keep my family close and be grateful that I have them with me.

XOXO
Sommer

Saturday, September 10, 2011

FOUR YEARS...




Happy Anniversary to me! I mean us! And not the kind you think.

Since I was very little the 10th has been a hard day for me. Even if I didn't know what day it was (I worked two jobs and took a 17 credit course load in college, I often didn't know what day it was). Whether I knew the day or not, I usually had a rocky day on the 10th--it's the day my father died. So today is the 36th anniversary of that loss.

Though, it's eased with time and is less sharp and intense, things like that never really go away, if you ask me.

A few years ago the man and I decided we were done with the whole smoking business. For various reasons such as it was actually starting to effect my health, the money, our children (we NEVER want them to smoke) and on and on and on.

We had both tried multiple ways to quit and had never managed as he would become withdrawn, I'd become emotional and then it would all collide into me thinking we were going to end up divorced. I'd rather smoke!

So we decided, no bullshit. We needed to realize I would become emotional (and down right terrifying sometimes, I'll admit) and he'd become extremely withdrawn an we would NOT get divorced, we'd make it through.

So we quit cold turkey...on the 10th. We took that day hoping to turn it into something positive. I swear I never thought we'd do it. I am still shocked. I was that person who lit one cigarette with another. So to this day I'm still a bit gobsmacked that we pulled it off.

Now cigarettes are about six bucks a pack and up and every time I get that rogue craving for one, I simply remember what my clothes and hair smelled like (oddly I still thing burning cigarettes smell awesome. It's extinguished ones...not so much). How much money we spent. How my kids hated it. Those cravings last about two seconds.

So, if you're considering quitting...do it. It can be done. Trust me, if someone like me managed it, you can too. And oddly, one of my favorite things: when we're expected to get big snow here, I don't immediately start doing math in my head and focusing on if I have enough cigarettes to get through. And the figuring how I can get more if my math is off and I run out.

I can just...enjoy it.

Four years and counting. Happy anniversary to us. Woohoo :)

XOXO
S

Friday, September 9, 2011

And the winner is....


The lovely and talented Kiki Howell with her story Reunited. Fan favorite to be sure. Kiki will get a print copy of Gritty: Rough Erotic Fiction and something else. What that is depends on her list of favorite things. (p.s. I totally stole her author photo off her site. Isn't she adorable? I want that hair!)

Thanks to all who wrote a story for this little contest and to all the voters. We'll do it again soon. Maybe for someone's special birthday...like a 40th...which is swiftly approaching. Someone...ya know...someone who is *cough-me* going to turn the FABULOUS (dammit) 4-0...

Stay tuned.

Here's our winner:

Reunited by Kiki Howell

A worn gate called to Alina like a siren. In avoidance, her gaze traveled to where the sun glistened off the rust-colored bricks and white paint of the two buildings framing the passageway. The air was thick with the promise of the energy contained there. A place memory awaited her.

Being an empath, these residual hauntings were a way of life. She felt compelled to touch the chipping gray paint, so what happened on this spot some time ago would play for her like a movie clip. She gave in, if only to stop the sensation of being choked, of her very life being in peril if she didn’t.

As her trembling fingers caressed the decorative post cap, waves of energy washed over her, overwhelming her with emotions and images. In her vision, the rain beat down, creating a small river over the cobbled ground, lapping at the feet of the couple who stood before her.

“We have so little time,” whispered the woman, who looked so much like Alina she could’ve been a sister save for the period clothing.

“We’ve discussed this much. They’re coming for me. There’s no sense running, my love. Men, death will part us.”

“Why won’t you let me use my magick to save you? Please,” she begged. While her tears were invisible with the rain on her face, Alina felt each one being shed.

No magick! This is my fate. I fear for my family should I alter it.”

He hushed her by crushing his lips against hers as he pulled her to his body. Alina felt the weight of him and of his passion, along with the sensation of dying from a loss which hadn’t even happened yet.

He pushed the woman up against the wet bricks, lifting her skirt. With her garters exposed, Alina’s eyes were drawn to the tan of his hand juxtaposed to the creamy-white of her thigh. His fingers dug into her flesh for a second. Fiddling with his own garments, she saw his heavy erection spring free and abruptly enter the woman’s folds.

Alina’s inner walls pulsed. The woman chanted and cried out. The man’s pants fell. His hard, rounded ass clenched and released.

“Stop the spell now!” he yelled, still trusting. He lifted her leg higher, and Alina could see his balls against her ass, he was buried so far inside her.

She cried, “Only ensuring…our spirits will meet again…in another life…until then…I will miss you…”

His growl echoed hers. Their bodies shuttered, and their dual climax stole Alina’s breath until she felt faint.

A voice came from behind her, “Excuse me.”

Sun replaced rain as she turned, the fire raging through her stomach searing her lungs.

“You alright?” said a man who looked like the twin brother of the man she’d watched fuck her look-a-like. Only, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt tight enough to show the hills and valleys of his chest.

She nodded.

“Do I know you?” he whispered.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

there was an earthquake...



Life around here's been a bit of a joke lately. If you have a dark sense of humor, that is. There has been an earthquake, an aneurysm, a hurricane (no shit), biopsies (me), a back thrown out so severely he walks like an old man (the man), a tropical storm...and in the interim I was supposed to do a favor for an acquaintance. And I dropped the ball.

I flaked.

I am a bit of a hard-ass (on myself) and a perfectionist (about my word) so I freaked out. And the man started yelling: "There was an earthquake and a hurricane! Brain surgery and a storm! I threw my back out and you had your outpatient surgery procedure thingy and...jesus...who cares if you dropped the ball."

Which I explained in a darkly humorous beat-self-up, slightly buzzed late night email to Alison Tyler. Who promptly sent me this (she has a perfectly organized memory for appropriate movie clips it seems!). This made me giggle and snort for quite a while. A) It's one of my mom and dad's favorite movies and B) there really was an earthquake. I just hope the locusts don't show up....

Happy monsoon day. I mean Thursday. ;)

XOXO
Sommer

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Breaking the law...breaking the law!



I'm stealing blog content today because I am totally swamped. Pun intended since it's raining so much here I'm pretty sure Noah and his two-by-twos are gonna come down our street at any mo'.

Anyhoo, one of my favorite people in Allmyfriendsliveinthecomputerland is Bronwyn Green and she has a nifty interview with author R.A. Evans up today and a giveaway. A giveaway. I love scary books. I shouldn't tell you it's there because you might ruin my chances of winning...but I am nice that way :)

Oh, and if you scare easily (and are a writer), don't read the part about the note cards and writing out of order. It had me shaking in my boots. (okay, flip-flops)

Go here for the whole dealio and drop a comment for a chance to win! (Almost typed wine. I know...you are shocked)

XOXO
Sommer

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

ah...cool weather...

66 degrees! 66 degrees was the high today. And rain! Fall is in the air. I can feel it coming. Socks and jeans and boots and leaves and the fire pit, hot cider...baking! Like yesterday was hot but I had apples that were going to spoil so...Gluten Free Apple Pie. Yurm. It totally like caramelized on top of a crispy sweet rice flour crust. It was gone before bed. Jeesh.




Today the weather was so cool and I was so excited, I made the boy's favorite (and GF friendly) flourless chocolate cake.



The weather made me feel so cozy I almost forgot that I started the day getting a biopsy on each arm. That is a weird feeling. Being numb but knowing they are cutting you. Blereugh. So...wish me luck! Hopefully they were just funky moles and not nefarious ones. :)

XOXO
S

Monday, September 5, 2011

"I don't mind being the bad guy. Bad guys have bigger guns, don't they? And they cheat..."



A really nice 4 star review of Learning to Drown over at TRR. My little book I almost chucked gets another nice nod from a reviewer.

Many thanks for TRR for taking the time to review.

XOXO
Sommer

Sunday, September 4, 2011

*space cadet*



I totally forgot to say...yay! My story RECLAIMING SPRING is set to be in Shanna Germain's upcoming Bound by Lust. The intro is by Alison Tyler (you don't get any dirtier...but it a thoroughly good way) and the searing lineup follows:

BOUND BY LUST TABLE OF CONTENTS

* Reclaiming Spring Sommer Marsden
* Being His Bitch Janine Ashbless
* Spring Training by Donna George Storey
* A Preference for Deference Allison Wonderland
* The Heart of Chaos Rachel Kramer Bussel
* Under the Clock Justine Elyot
* Steps Evan Mora
* Brush Strokes Kristina Wright
* No Sleep Kristina Lloyd
* Crossing the Line Dominic Santi
* A Few Things to Pick Up on Your Way Home Andrea Dale
* Life Lines Nikki Magennis
* Marcelle Alana Noël Voth
* Whippoorwill Teresa Noelle Roberts
* Slave Sister Vida Bailey
* A Beautiful Corpse Craig Sorensen
* Eine Klein Spanking Clarice Clique
* Defining the Terms Sharazade
* Devil’s Night Veronica Wilde

Nifty on toast.

XOXO
S
p.s. I filled in the blogs I knew off the top of my head. If you're on the list and would like to be linked, just email me and I'll plug you in. Heh. Plug...

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Ah...Duke...



I have shamelessly gotten my kids addicted to Haven, the show based on Stephen King's The Colorado Kid. I had very little hope for the show at first, but it's become quite a Friday night event. Snacks, pillows, blankets and Haven. And that's saying something since I own two teens who tend to hibernate in their rooms. [(I have also sucked them into Warehouse 13, Breakout Kings (boy), Rizolli and Isles (girl), Bones (both), Supernatural (both) and Chopped (girl)--bad, bad mother...)]

Anyhoo, I wanted to find a clip of last night's episode with Nathan dancing. Girl child and I were propping each other up we were laughing so hard. But I had to settle for one of our top ten favorite TV moments...ever. If you watch the show, you'll appreciate it.

And if Duke is giving out hugs in that outfit...I'll totally be at the head of the line.

Happy Saturday.

XOXO
S

Friday, September 2, 2011

have you ever made a sandwich...


so beauteous that it almost made you weep? Almost caused a Dean Winchester sandwich lust moment? I did yesterday. This is a fond remembrance of that sandwich (don't mind the snowman plate in September or my unpainted thumb nail). This here is also my blog today since I'm too incoherent (one word: babysitting) to think of anything better.

Behold...the sammich. The dachshund was very jealous and extremely irate when I did not share.

Don't forget to vote on the free steamy reads below!!

XOXO
Sommer

Thursday, September 1, 2011

what'll it be...what'll it be...


I cannot for the life of me tell if this poll will work. LOL. But if it is magically there when I click PUBLISH POST it will stay up for a week. If not...I'll come up with plan B.

Today is September 1....know what that means? In three short months I shall be the big 4-0. Me. OMG. I must come up with a birthday gift to give out on my birthday. I'll get right on that. I smell a birthday contest coming on...

XOXO
Sommer




The Garden Gate
By Cassie Exline

Friday night, Molly was late getting off work, and her friends had left with the new guy before she’d had a chance to meet him. She made her way across the empty parking lot. A piece of paper fluttered under her wiper blade.

Straight ahead, I’m waiting at the Garden Gate. Can’t wait to know you better.

She followed the directions, hurrying toward the alley. The wind picked up as she entered the alley, turning it into a wind tunnel. Her curls danced in the breeze and her skirt flew high. Raindrops splashed. Thunder echoed. She walked faster. Ahead she saw the gate between two buildings. The wind whipped. A drenching rain poured down.

Head down, she hurried on until she reached the gate. Her fingers slipped on the wet latch. Thunder pounded. Lightning streaked, illuminating a tiny garden beyond.

“Allow me,” said a male voice. He wore a dark cloak, and when she was through the gate, he drew her in. “I’ll keep you dry,” he said.

Beneath the cloak, aromas of musk and sex filled Molly’s nostrils. She huddled closer to the man’s warmth. Her belly felt the brush of his bulge. He moaned. He pressed her against the wooden slats of the gate and claimed her lips. His fingers explored. He lifted her skirt and with a growl ripped away her panties. His zipper snicked. Her heart thudded. She wrapped a leg around his waist. He entered her hard. His hands cupped her bare bottom, lifted, and his thrusts went deeper. She gasped. The gate creaked and groaned as he slammed into her.

The storm continued to rage. Her orgasm took her breath away. He continued to fuck her. She clung to him, feeling the power of his embrace. His breathing was raspy and erratic. She sucked his earlobe and he exploded. Warmth flooded her.

“That was so good,” she murmured. “You’re so good, even if you didn’t keep me dry.”

He chuckled beneath the cloak, then drew it off and kissed her hard. “I’m so glad I decided to use the back way tonight.”

“And I’m glad you left me the note.” Her fingers glided across his hardening cock. “But where are the others?”

“What others?”

“From the office. They said I had to meet the new guy. Your note said to meet at the garden gate.”

“The Garden Gate is a new club that just opened. I put flyers everywhere.”

“Flyer? But it read like a letter.”

“Instead of the usual rhetoric, I used a personal spin.” His full lips smiled. “I’m glad it worked.”

“But... So you’re not the new guy?”

“I’m your new guy.”

“Pleased to meet you,” she said. Her fingers wrapped around his dick. She stroked.

His fingers entered her pussy and pumped. “Bend over,” he said, “I want inside you.” He held her hips and pounded against her butt.

She gripped the posts and shoved backward. He moaned. She groaned. Their climax rattled down the gate.


Reunited by Kiki Howell

A worn gate called to Alina like a siren. In avoidance, her gaze traveled to where the sun glistened off the rust-colored bricks and white paint of the two buildings framing the passageway. The air was thick with the promise of the energy contained there. A place memory awaited her.

Being an empath, these residual hauntings were a way of life. She felt compelled to touch the chipping gray paint, so what happened on this spot some time ago would play for her like a movie clip. She gave in, if only to stop the sensation of being choked, of her very life being in peril if she didn’t.

As her trembling fingers caressed the decorative post cap, waves of energy washed over her, overwhelming her with emotions and images. In her vision, the rain beat down, creating a small river over the cobbled ground, lapping at the feet of the couple who stood before her.

“We have so little time,” whispered the woman, who looked so much like Alina she could’ve been a sister save for the period clothing.

“We’ve discussed this much. They’re coming for me. There’s no sense running, my love. Men, death will part us.”

“Why won’t you let me use my magick to save you? Please,” she begged. While her tears were invisible with the rain on her face, Alina felt each one being shed.

No magick! This is my fate. I fear for my family should I alter it.”

He hushed her by crushing his lips against hers as he pulled her to his body. Alina felt the weight of him and of his passion, along with the sensation of dying from a loss which hadn’t even happened yet.

He pushed the woman up against the wet bricks, lifting her skirt. With her garters exposed, Alina’s eyes were drawn to the tan of his hand juxtaposed to the creamy-white of her thigh. His fingers dug into her flesh for a second. Fiddling with his own garments, she saw his heavy erection spring free and abruptly enter the woman’s folds.

Alina’s inner walls pulsed. The woman chanted and cried out. The man’s pants fell. His hard, rounded ass clenched and released.

“Stop the spell now!” he yelled, still trusting. He lifted her leg higher, and Alina could see his balls against her ass, he was buried so far inside her.

She cried, “Only ensuring…our spirits will meet again…in another life…until then…I will miss you…”

His growl echoed hers. Their bodies shuttered, and their dual climax stole Alina’s breath until she felt faint.

A voice came from behind her, “Excuse me.”

Sun replaced rain as she turned, the fire raging through her stomach searing her lungs.

“You alright?” said a man who looked like the twin brother of the man she’d watched fuck her look-a-like. Only, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt tight enough to show the hills and valleys of his chest.

She nodded.

“Do I know you?” he whispered.



The Alley . . . the Gate

by W. S. Peters, Sr.

The gate stood before me. Like so many gates i have encountered in my life time it stood between me and the visa, the passage which i wished to enter . . . the alley. When i close my eyes and apply this metaphor begging for life i clearly get it. Her name . . . did not matter, but she had gates, plenty of them. There were some which were Mental, some spiritual, but gates just the same. The one i concerned my self with was that which stood betwixt me and what i imagined lie beyond such inhibiting characteristics she embodied. Yes, i wanted to go beyond that gateway of her panties. I wanted to make holly passage into her alley where here secretive passions secreted flavors of the unknown which beckoned me forth. Should i use force? . . . nah. Should i employ my wit? Was there a lock. What type was it . . . was it keyed or a combination. Either way i would not be deterred, for what lay beyond intrigued me. My imagination began to run away with my rationale. I became consumed by the denial. I imagined her Silken Gate moist at the crotch and i became unhinged. My simple thoughts were to reach forth and caress the spaces in places that would entice her gate to open of it’s own volition. Finger now coated with the juices of wantonness, i oiled her hinges . . . that was it. The gate finally gave way, and i nobly pushed forth, and entered that sacred alley of my desires . . . beyond the silken gate. The Alley . . .the Gate

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Taylor rolled her over onto her back on the rug on a cold, grey day in Suburbia. He held her wrists by her side and dropped his head to her sternum and she was struck with the sudden memory of the time he had lowered her into a square of sunlight that had heated the bare boards of his first apartment.

He'd lain her down in that patch of warmth and light and kissed her neck, and kissed her lips and she had looked into the sun with her eyes closed against its glare and all of the inside of her had lit up, flared red-orange and glowed.

She wriggled an arm free and slid her fingers into his hair as he reached her nipples, cradled his head. His hand slid up her skirt, moving inside her panties. When he stroked her and pushed his fingers into her heat, she knew the gold light was blooming behind his closed eyes again too.

And slowly, on the wall outside their front room, a golden square bloomed, filled up, as if illuminated by the couple and their coupling, inside.


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“May I sit down?” Her breath fogged in the winter afternoon as she gestured to the snow-crusted bench.

“Sure.” What else could I say?

She sat down, but said nothing. She opened a lunch bag, pulled out a sandwich, and ate in silence.

I drank the soup from my thermos and stared into the tiny gap between two buildings on the far side of the street.

She left without a word, but came back the next day. It wasn't until Thursday that she introduced herself. “Caitlin.”

“Sam.”

Then, no other conversation for a week until... “What are you doing?” She gestured to the garden I stare at every lunch. “What's down there?”

“You don't want to know. You'll think I'm a pervert.”

“I already do,” she smiled.

I didn't answer for another week, the first of February. “Last August, I was walking down the street and I saw...” I gestured to the trapezoid of sunlight streaming through a two-story brownstone at the corner of the block. “And... I saw the shadow of a woman with the most perfect breasts in the world.”

Caitlin didn't come back the next day.

-

“May I sit down?” It was May and the rain drizzled off Caitlin's umbrella.

Completely surprised, I nodded and made room. She sat down in the middle and pulled out her lunch.
“How are they perfect?”

I knew what she was talking about, but I couldn't answer until Tuesday. “She had tiny nipples on the two sweetest mounds begging for attention.”

“Do you want to bite them?”

“I didn't know,” I lied since I thought about it daily.

She repeated her question the next day and I finally answered. “Yes, I want to nip right on the tip, then circle around with my tongue.”

A day of silence.

“Think she likes them being smacked?”

“I wouldn't hit her!”

“No, playful smack. Just a bat?”

I never thought about it. By Monday, it was part of my fantasies. “Yes.”

“I bet she likes to be spanked,” she murmured.

By Thursday, I desperately wanted to spank the mystery woman.

-

It went like that for months. By June, we spent our lunches like that. We came up with erotic things I wanted to do to her. Suck on her, fuck her, spank her. Two semi-strangers bonding over my fantasies of a woman I never met.

“Want an ice cream?” She pointed to an musical truck down the street. “My treat.” She patted her side, then frowned. “Oh, I forgot my purse. Let me get it.”

She got up and crossed the street, leaving her lunch behind. I watched as she walked up to the brownstone of my obsessions. I turned to the garden wall with desperate hope and anticipation. A second later, I saw her. The woman with perfect breasts silhouetted on the bricks as she picked up her purse.