Friday, November 30, 2012

"Holy hell this book is H.O.T.!"

It's been a long while since a book review has made me *this* happy. I really try to um...NOT read them. Usually something will make me feel like I could have done better. For real. But I was curious about this review (due to some snafu with loading the book) and went to see if it had been reviewed yet. And it had. And I read it. And...gasp.

My birthday is tomorrow but I feel like it's today. Super happy. Thanks very much to Just Erotic Romance Reviews for taking the time to read me and for such a lovely, thoughtful review. :)

My fave bit: "It’s been a while since I’ve read an erotic romance novel that turned me on so completely from head to toe (I could have been satisfied with just the elevator scene or the middle of the night visitor!).  I re-read each encounter just to catch more of the decadent nuisances that made the characters squeal in orgasmic delight!"

Woop!

GO HERE to read what I'm yammering on about.

XOXO
Sommer

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Under My Skin...



Oh my goodness, gracious, holy-moly! I'm so excited by this cover.

Under My Skin is a ghostly erotic oddity and I cannot WAIT for it to release in January. I believe it's slotted to release January 9, 2012. You'll be able to find it at Resplendence Publishing, the awesome publisher that houses my zombie exterminator series (love, sex, bondage and the roaming undead).

Woo and hoo!

This week has been chock full of retro Christmas classics. I promised myself a retro holiday season this year. Watching all the classic Christmas shows, slowing down, not working like a fiend every day through the season but taking time to bake and shop and wrap and...ENJOY IT. Like I used to. Before I became a type A, self employed, maniac who doesn't know how to relax.

So far I am making good on the Christmas special part of this deal. And I am doing sprints to contain my writing. I do one or two 1k/1hr sprints and then try and do something else and make my days well-rounded and joyous. It's just for the holidays. Just a few weeks. I certainly won't die...right?

Hmph.

XOXO
Sommer

Monday, November 26, 2012

"I can’t wait for the second installment of the trilogy to be released..."


I can mash potato...And I can do the twist...[dancing dancing dancing] I can do them all and I am because Lion Hearted got its very first offiical review and it is not just a five star...it's a Recommended Read! I am happy dancing :)

Woo and hoo too!

Thanks to Leanna at Two Lips Reviews for this:

"I’d never read anything by the author prior to this book but I’ll be honest—I can’t wait for the second installment of the trilogy to be released (hopefully it will be Sam and Eliot’s story!). In the meantime if you like strong male alpha types with a soft heart, hot sex, and a good dose of heart stopping suspense, I highly recommend Lion Hearted by Sommer Marsden!"

To read the entire wonderful review go HERE. It made my whole day :)

XOXO
Sommer

 

Haha!

Plug your ears and hide your children! I just bought myself a wee little birthday gift today. I've been dying to learn and if I get good I might invest in a really nice ukulele. But for now, I will be plucking away on this baby and making my family's ears bleed...I mean hearts sing!

Also, congrats to Stacey Price. She's my Naked Delirium winner. Thanks to all who shared a comment for the giveaway. You rock. :)

XOXO
Sommer

Sunday, November 25, 2012

I have to hollah just a touch...

Right? This is a very quick blog to give a very small squeak about some of the reviews Restless Spirit has gotten lately on Amazon US and UK.

Here goes! Bear with me just for two seconds while I do the blog version of the funky chicken :)


" Book filled with lots of sex, and very erotic BDSM scenes with a very hot cagefigher. At the end of this book, I was wishing for more." Stephanie from NC

"For this being very erotic, I really like the story and characters. I was not just all sex, it had a really great story line and I would highly encourage you to read this one!" Lori

"Dont usually write reviews but feel this one really deserved one This book had everything you need laughter, sex,lots of sex, the chase, good story kept me interested..." Chesh

"Good read, good story and TONS OF ORGASMS" Martha O

"It was well writen and OMG It was way better than fifty shades of grey.. My husband said thank you to the writer Sommer Marsden...Your Awesome!!" Roberta

"Fab book better than 50 shades once I started could not put it down, I finished in a couple of hours" Caroline UK

Yay! I have a teeny weeny touch of OCD sometimes and it makes me very happy to line these all up in a nifty little row on my blog. Thanks to all the readers who read and enjoyed the book and took a moment to do a review. It means more than you know!

XOXO
Sommer
 p.s. Last day to enter my contest. Look for the one below with Snoopy and leave me a comment ;) 

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Almost time for Santa! with Guest Victoria Blisse

And I have proof he exists :) Check out this new release by the amazing Victoria Blisse. I dare you to find a nicer person in the world of erotica. And she has mad skillz too, just check out below!

Happy Saturday, everyone.

XOXO
Sommer


Proving Santa Exists Blurb

When Jonathan transfers from the U.S to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc., Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.

Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?

* Includes the Full Seasonal Recipes for meals & snacks mentioned in the story.


Proving Santa Exists Excerpt
by Victoria Blisse

"How are you enjoying your Christmas so far?" I ask, the film credits fading into the background.

"It's been amazing," Jonathan enthuses as his eyes meet mine, then a serious shadow darkens their flame.

"Christmas was never anything special when I was a kid. We never had a tree. The home said it cost too much and it was a fire hazard."

I tut and shake my head.

"The highlight was the Santa. We knew he wasn't real, just a man dressed as Santa. He'd bring each of us a toy. I got a little car one year. I still have it."

 "How come you knew it wasn't the real Father Christmas?"

"Because we knew there was no real Santa. They told us so all the time. They told us not to get our hopes up because Santa didn't exist and wouldn't bring us what we wanted on Christmas Eve."

“What?" I'm outraged. I feel my blood boiling with the harsh cruelty of it. "Santa does exist."

"You don't believe that, do you?" He shakes his head, his eyes wide.

 "Yes, yes I do." I nod my head emphatically. "Maybe not in the way a child does, but I heartily believe in the spirit of Father Christmas. I believe in the meaning behind the make-believe. My faith is in the giving, which is the true centre of the festive season—the heart of it all. It's all about making life better for other people and, through that, enhancing your own life. Santa definitely exists."

Suddenly, those lips are on mine again, and his arms wrap around me. I feel his cheek against my skin. I feel moisture there: the trail of a tear. I close my eyes and kiss back, giving. I give him the softest, gentlest kiss I can. I want him to feel cherished. My heart throbs in pain at the harshness he’s suffered in his life. I want to smooth over all those rough edges; I want him to see what I mean about Father Christmas existing.

 I pull him closer to me. My arms wrap tighter around him, and I stroke his back to offer comfort. Our lips, in contrast, are joined lustfully. With every small move, I feel my heart beat harder and faster. I become dizzy with the speed at which the blood is whizzing around my body, making every inch of me zing with the created friction and heat. His body presses me back against the sofa arm, twisting my own beneath him.

His lips leave mine and kiss a fizzing trail of pleasure down my neck to my collar bone. His hands rise from their position on my hips to slide under my loose-fitting red jumper and up higher to cup my breasts. The shock of his cool hands through the thin, lacy gauze is deliciously arousing. I groan my appreciation as his fingers dig into the cups and ease out the masses of abundant tit-flesh beneath. Pushing the wool of my jumper up with the tops of his wrists, his lips leave the soft flesh at the hollow of my neck.

Moments later, after my jumper is completely removed, their warm wetness encompasses my nipple, sending even more intense ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I feel him shift until he's on his knees in front of me. One of my legs is still on the floor, the other is crossed in front of my pubis. I slip a hand between our bodies, running it under his shirt, feeling that soft, supple skin that I've only just glimpsed before. I follow the soft trail of hair down from his belly button to the top of his jeans. I feel more than hear the moan he emits from around my nipple as I pop open the brass button, then slide down the zipper.

 I can't believe I am being so forward, but as he doesn't move to stop me, I yank his jeans and his boxers down to the middle of his thighs. My action emboldens him and he moves back, allowing me to spread my thighs around him. Jonathan strokes down to my legs and pulls up the full length of long, billowing skirt, his mouth still feasting on the white meat of my breasts. A hand of mine rubs through the wiry hair trailing down to his cock. When my flesh touches his, I melt. He's hard and hot and very willing.

Buy Links:
 


More about the author:

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk or follow and friend Victoria: 

http://twitter.com/victoriablisse 
http://facebook.com/victoriablisse




Thursday, November 22, 2012

I am thankful...(giveaway)


for my man and my minions and my fat dog. My family, my career, all the wonderful people I get to interact with on a regular basis.

I'm so thankful I'm doing a paperback giveaway here on Unapologetic Fiction from today through the weekend. Monday I'll draw a lucky winner from a  hat and send them a print copy of the illustrated erotic anthology NAKED DELIRIUM for his/her bookshelf.


All you have to do is leave me a comment that includes what book you are most thankful for. Or you can do a writer. Or you can do both if you are oozing with gratitude of the written word.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I am thankful for all of you, the folks who come and read me regularly. I am thankful that enough people read and appreciate my work that I can make a living doing what I have always wanted to do from as far back as I can remember.

Now that's being blessed. Thank you :)

XOXO
Sommer

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Another stop, another chance...

Brotherhood

The thing that draws me about the idea of shifters—and makes me write them—is the idea of this undeniable brotherhood. A pack. A pride. A group of beings who are similar, often secret, who stick together as a family unit.

Then I break that rule.

I broke that rule with my wolf Garrett in Base Nature, I mostly broke it in Big Bad, Ellis was a lone wolfish guy of sorts. And this time I broke it in reverse because my lion Tryg’s pride had pretty much pushed him away. They want something from him, but they also want him gone.

The draw of writing Divination Falls for me was taking that brotherhood—that sense of community—that should come in the pack or the pride or the flock or the school or whatever and making it a place that is a mish mash of shifters and other magical types who have formed their own unit. The unit is full of some interesting characters.

You meet some of them in book one and you meet even more in upcoming book two (Beast in Me). I sort of began to think of it as a Twin Peaks for shifters and magical. Which was super fun!
I hope you come visit this magical little town. Where everyone in the shifter community is welcome. And  even some who are just…different. It’s an eclectic little town where they make family out of those around them. Which I’ve always done myself. I think family is what you make of it, not something you are born with and therefore stuck with.


Stella Harris was kind enough to have me as a guest post on her blog as part of my Lion Hearted blog tour.
Are there any books or movies that you adore that give a sense of community or brotherhood? I’d love to hear about them. I’m a sucker for a story like that.  Leave me a comment here or at Stella's for a chance to win an All Romance Ebooks $10 gift certificate (there are even some tentacle gifties shown on my blog. You get those too). I’ll go through all the comments along the Lion Hearted blog tour and draw a winner when all is said and done!

Who's ready for turkey day? Ha! Not me! But I hope to be more ready by the end of the day. Wish me luck. May the freaking force be with me!

XOXO
Sommer

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

What would *you* do?


So...I just had an interesting experience in the library. I had to take boy child to get some books for a research report now that he's feeling a wee bit better from last week. When I pulled up, there was a woman getting out of her car. She turned her back to me as she rifled through her back seat and my jaw almost unhinged.

I mean, she was in an adorable outfit. Nude colored sweater dress, knee high chocolate brown boots. She looked adorable. With the exception of one thing. I could see completely through her dress. At first I was pretty sure I could see so much I was seeing her skeletal system, but in actuality it was enough that I could see that her thong was black (or dark navy or purple) as was her bra. And given that it was a thong, I could see her ass cheeks (she must work out) and she was curvy so yeah, curves.

I was hoping it was the sun, but as we followed (only one path to the door!) I could see that sun wasn't the culprit.

I said to boy child (arleady mortified, was he) "Should I tell her?"

"Dear God, no!"

"But I would want to know."

"If you tell her, I'm leaving."

I tend to embarrass him often. Daily, if not on some days, hourly.

It haunted me. It was a loop in my head as I found her sitting on the upper level at a table. Alone.

I would want to know...I would want to know...

I said it to boy child again. "Jesus, would you tell me if I was about to go out like that? Clearly she doesn't know. There's no way she can know." (She did not exude the uber confident manner of someone who knew and did not care. Call it a hunch.)

"I would tell you," says he. "But we do not tell strangers!"

But he could see it eating at me. He knows me too well. And he's a super good kid.

Finally, with a sigh he says, "Fine. Go do a good deed. Go tell the stranger she might as well be here naked."

So I sent him downstairs and waited a beat. Then I slid into the seat next to her and started. "Look...I debated telling you this but I would want to know..."

She turned 50 Shades of Tomato (sorry, I couldn't resist) and thanked me.

Good deed done. Right? Or was it? What about you? Would you have told her? All I could think is, what if this is her favorite outfit in the world and no one says anything because they'd feel embarrassed. How many times will she wear this thing before someone finally speaks up or, the worst of all, she accidentally finds out and then is horrified at how many times she went out basically nude.

Was I helpful or a buttinsky?

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. super awesome panties available from Knickerrocker on Etsy. Someone by them for me for Christmas! Please! :)

Sunday, November 18, 2012

I love to do this...(or I am feeling procrastinatish)

On a regular basis because I am so damn nosy I love to know what people are reading, watching, listening to or obsessed with at any given time. I wanted to show off some of my most recent obsessions and maybe if you're bored on this chilly November Sunday, you'll drop me a comment about your recent obsessions.

Here we go:



(click any images to go to the items on Amazon and read about my obsessions)

Vacation by Matthew Costello. Now...I won his book Home on Goodreads (yay, me!) and I realized that it was a book two. So I bought book one and...ate that sucker whole. I have not devoured a book in two days (two busy days, mind you) in a very long time. And even more rare than me reading a book that fast is me reading a sequel immediately after a first book. I have a thing about that. I prefer a break between the books but for this one...I could not wait! So I moved on to...



Wowza Wow! A sequel as good as the original book...unheard of. But no, not really. Because this one was. And I ate that super fast too (heh, that is a joke as there are cannibals in these here books) and I was left wondering, hoping...crossing fingers that there will be a third book. So, Matthew Costello I'm sure you're reading this (*snort*), please write me another book. It can be a birthday gift.


In the midst of all this I've been doing a lot of baking. Gluten Free of course. I bought the second book by Gluten Free on a Shoestring and have made some real yummy things for my tummy. Baking gets me away from the computer, my work and the imaginary people in my head who sometimes won't shut up. So if I'm baking a lot, it's to find my Zen. These were pretty Zen and pretty damn good too.



Yum, yum, yum! I barely shared. They were very fast, very easy and made my house smell terrific. Even the boy child who often shuns the GF food, no matter how tasty, ate them like a rabid wolverine. All recipes were found in this nifty book:




While you're waiting for yours to arrive visit her blog Gluten Free on a Shoestring. I made pumpkin butter this week from a recipe on the blog. I took a break from my writing and whipped up some tasty tasty crack. I mean, pumpkin butter. I swear you can make it while you're checking your email and Twitter and Facebook. Not that I do that often. *cough*

Let's see, what else? Walking the dog, plotting (my first) Thanksgiving, doing stuff with the man because he's off this week. (Get your mind out of the gutter. I meant stuff, stuff. Not that stuff. Okay, that stuff too, so you can leave your mind a wee bit in the gutter. Just a touch.)

And last night quite by accident I stumbled over this movie on cable and was flat out horrified/mesmerized as I watched it. Boy child came down 1/2 way through and told me it was Kevin Smith's movie and some of the background and quickly planted his skinny, sick (he's been v sick) ass in the rocking chair and watched the rest with me. Wow. If you want a scary because it's nearly true (or could be true *shiver*) movie that grips you by the short and curlies and won't let go...Red State is your movie.



Last but not least is my current addiction to Doomsday Preppers on National Geographic Channel. I'm not saying it's really getting to me, but I do check out the price of water and *cough* canned and dried goods a lot now. And I have twice as much food in my pantry as I used to. And I make Christmas wish lists that include flashlights and glow sticks and...solar lanterns.


Okay, I need to go clean now. This blog was basically a giant procrastination technique. If you feel like procrastinating too, drop me a comment and tell me what you've been up to: reading, watching, listening too and discussing. I'd love to know. I'm nosy that way.

XOXO
Sommer

Saturday, November 17, 2012

The Story Behind the Story: Sadey Quinn

Happy Saturday! I have a SBTS for you. And away we go with Sadey Quinn.

p.s. If you hit Sadey's blog you can read an excerpt from her story! ;)

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Story behind the story:

I love power dynamics. Kink, bondage, and all the glitter aside...what really gets me going is domination, submission, and the intricate mental gymnastics related to power exchange. I love power hungry, arrogant doms, and I love calm, cool alphas who subtly take control. I love bratty subs who push limits just as much as I love the subs who truly, to their very core, want to obey.

Often, my writing reflects this passion (obsession?) of mine. So, naturally, when I sat down to write 'Zombie Goddess'--my story for Sommer Marsden's collection of zombie erotica--I played with the theme of power, control, and what might happen in a BDSM scene starring a human and a zombie.

Another concept I messed around with for this story is making the typical antagonist--the decrepit, brain-hungry zombie--into my protagonist. I wanted my zombie to feel amazing, empowered, and...well, I wanted her to feel hot. So my star is a sexy, newly un-dead zombie woman. She's not after brains to eat. Instead, she's learning to enjoy finding minds to fuck.

Author Bio:

Sadey Quinn writes erotic novels and erotic short stories, often with BDSM and/or spanking themes. She's a digital nomad, moving from place to place in order to share time and laughter with as many people as possible in a variety of locales. When not writing, she's reading, hiking, cooking, or drinking good beer with friends--not mutually exclusive hobbies! Her novels include Under Order and Social Service - BDSM themed novels set in a kink-friendly community.

Her latest release is a novella called Under His Roof, and her current project is the sequel to that novella, entitled: Taking His Hand. Both stories explore the concept of domestic discipline.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Release Day! *does funky chicken happy dance*


Coupling is out! We are celebrating Black Friday early. A pre-Black Friday extravaganza. You can start shopping now (with this awesome book in Kindle or Print). Or if you are hardcore and do not shop until Black Friday and beyond, we will be there waiting for you with bells on!

Wait. Are there bells? *rifles pages*. Hmm. No bells. But there is spanking and even a bit of paranormal. Some bondage, a strap on, voyeurism, and hot sexy couples as far as the eye can see. Sex! Love! And rock and roll!

Wait. Is there rock and roll? *rifles more pages*. Oh my God there is! And a spectacular anniversary celebration that takes "sharing your joy" to a whole new level.

You get Selena Kitt, Willsin Rowe, Alison Tyler and me. Well, you don't actually get us, but you get the fruit of our dirty imaginations. We're all about sex and sin and orgasms and oh yeah, commitment.

Check us out. Some links below, but make sure to check your favorite vendors for us. We're everywhere, waiting for you to stuff your stocking. Heh. ;)

Excessica: http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=5&products_id=602
Amazon US:  http://www.amazon.com/Coupling-Filthy-Erotica-Couples-ebook/dp/B00A7KJ21Q/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Coupling-Filthy-Erotica-Couples-ebook/dp/B00A7KJ21Q/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1
All Romance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-couplingtwo-1000347-144.html
PAPERBACK! http://www.amazon.com/Coupling-Two-Sommer-Marsden/dp/1480299243/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1353081455

Thursday, November 15, 2012

There's still time to win some reading cash and gifties...


We're more than half way done the Lion Hearted book blog tour. Look at all my wonderful hosts. BUT you still have time to follow along and comment at the links below, and of course at the upcoming blogs, to win a $10 ARe gift certificate and the tentacles goodies shown. That is one fine tentacle fingertips (no lie, I want one for each finger) and a nice tin of Cthulhu mints. Because you never know when you'll need fresh breath if the old ones reappear.

Stop in at any or all and say hi. Every comment earns you a slip in the hat and a chance to win. Look for new stops coming soon through December! 

Nov 13th at Miz Angellz Blog
Nov 12th at Cassidy Kingston's Blog
Nov 10th at Liv Honeywell's Blog
Nov 9th   at Tenille Brown's Blog
Nov 8th   at Tabitha Rayne's Blog
         and at Lucy Felthouse's Blog
Nov 7th   at Willsin Rowe's Blog
         and at  Tamsin Flower's Blog
Nov 5th   at Tasha Harrison's Blog

The Story Behind the Story: Blacksilk

When I saw that there was an erotic zombie anthology in the works, I knew I had to get involved for two main reasons. The first was that I am a massive geek and slightly nerdy anthology themes like this one really appeal to my inner twelfth-level ranger. Although I still haven't watched enough zombie films (because who has?), I'm a big zombie fan. In fact, there was a good few months of my life where my erotic side had to take a big step back because I was too busy being obsessed with playing Left 4 Dead to write my sex blog. Zombies are awesome.

The second reason was that I considered it a real challenge. I haven't been writing erotic fiction properly for long and a story that skirted between horror and eroticism sounded a good thing to try to stretch my writing muscles. I really wanted to do a story featuring sex with a zombie as opposed to “some zombies and some sex” because I figured that if I could make fucking the undead sexy, well, I could probably write anything sexy.

But a solid idea escaped me. Little snippets of hooks and settings plagued me, but none called to me enough to run with. I knew a story had to grab me by the balls to work. Finally, I said to myself that if I didn't get anything in the next day, I'd stop stressing and give up. That, of course, is when it came to me and Last Man on Earth was born.

I knew that Sommer wanted to be surprised if we were going for zombie sex and I really wanted to achieve that, so I picked what I felt was an usual take on the zombie theme. For a start, in my story, there's a singular zombie. He's not even dead. In fact, he's more of a L4D-style “Infected”.

I'm not giving away too much (the clue is in the title, after all) by saying that the idea for my story was inspired by the graphic novel series Y: The Last Man, which you should really read if you haven't. It's amazing. In any case, with men scarce in a post-zombocalypse world, what would happen to possibly the Last Man on Earth? And what would young women do to get their hands on him?

More about Blacksilk....

Blacksilk is a sex blogger and fledgling erotic writer from Cardiff whose latest story recently won the Lovehoney Erotic Story Competition, becoming the lead story for the soon-to-be-released anthology Take Your Partner and other tales of seduction. When not writing smut, reviewing sex toys or drawing filthy pictures for her sex blog, she likes to roll dice, sniff leather and drink too many cups of tea.

Her story in Hungry for Love is her first erotic fiction to be officially published, though the first one she wrote for publication will be out on December 12th in Tiffany Reisz's FELT TIPS. Blacksilk is currently toying with ideas for an erotic sci-fi piece tentatively titled “Universal Lubricant”.

You can find out more about Blacksilk, her erotic fiction and the rest of her erotic life at www.BeingBlacksilk.com

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Here's When I Wish I Was a Crazy Used Car Salesman...


I'd have signs and a dancing gorilla and a roller skating hottie in satin shorts. What a deal! It's a steal! Come see us TODAY! Heh.

For a limited time (not sure how long), all my Excessica novels are being offered at a reduced price. That would include Angry Sex, Learning to Drown, Big Bad, Long Lost, Christmas Break, etc. Not just on Excessica, but on Amazon, Fictionwise, ARe etc. Most have gone from 6.99 and up to 4.99 across the board. Some may be lower at 2.99. If the new price is not reflected at your favorite vendor (it will show as the regular price since this is not a sale) it will soon.

Stuff that Black Friday shopping sack while you can. Fill your stocking! Deck your um...you get it. I don't know when they'll go back up so get 'em while you can! :)

XOXO
Sommer

Call for Submissions: Missed Connections

Subway Train Entering Station TTC Toronto

Morning, all. After a late night of watching Doomsday Preppers (dude, my new favorite show addiction) I'm typing this with one eye open whilst clutching a cuppa. Today we have a call for submissions via Stella Harris. So, hey, why not sharpen your pencils and lick the tip and...see, already it sounds dirty. What I mean to say is, why not give this call a try!

XOXO
Sommer

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I’m thrilled to announce that I’m editing an anthology for Storm Moon Press. I’ve been working with them for most of the year and have been consistently impressed with how well they treat their authors.
I’ve been kicking around the idea of a Missed Connections anthology for a while now and I’m very excited to be making it a reality.

Please take a look at the details of the call below and feel free to share this information far and wide.
I can’t wait to read your amazing stories!

Submission Deadline: January 1, 2013
Expected Release: May 3, 2013
Genres: Contemporary
Theme: General
Pairings: Heterosexual
Word count: 10,000 – 20,000

No matter how happy we eventually become with our lives, we never forget the one who got away. Maybe it was the handsome stranger on the subway who smiled so sweetly but hit his stop before you had the chance to say hello. Or the adorable girl at the coffee shop who caught you reading her favorite book but had to get to class and couldn’t stay to chat. Everyone has a story of that epic love that never was. But what if there could be a happy ending after all?

What happens when you meet that incredible someone you just can’t get out of your mind? Just chalk it up to a lost opportunity? Or do you take a chance and try to track them down? Enter the “Missed Connection” ad. Just a when, a where, and a description of the two people involved, but each one representing a love in potential if only the stars were to align just right.

Show us the stories of the connections that don’t go missed forever. Every story should contain one of the characters leaving a short “Missed Connection” ad in a newspaper or on a website, and the romance that begins when the ad is answered. Stories can be sweet or funny or surprising, but should definitely be hot and steamy. Let’s see how sparks fly when two ships passing in the night finally come together. Twists and turns, heartache and angst, are all fine along the way, but for Missed Connections we’d like your characters to find their HEA or HFN ending.

Read the full SMP sumbission guidelines.

Visit Stella's site HERE.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Kiss Me, You Fool!

Kiss / 20091129.SD850IS.03533.P1.L1.SQ.BW / SML

Thanks to Miz Angell for having me today as part of the Lion Hearted blog tour. I'm at her place discussing...Mmm...two boys kissing.

Stop in and say hi for an entry to win my LH prizes.

Happy...Tuesday. I had to think about it for a mo'. @.@

XOXO
Sommer

Monday, November 12, 2012

First Kiss

Nude

Thanks to Cassidy Kingston for having me on her blog today as part of the Lion Hearted blog tour. Talking about that first rough kiss. Rawr. Good stuff.

Come say hi if you get a moment. Giveaways details apply to this stop as with every :) There's stuff up for grabs.

XOXO
Sommer

For some reason I like noon...


But ya know, morning or night works for me, too. I'm easy *cough*. Speaking of Morning, Noon and Night, Alison Tyler's blog tour for her lovely new book is live tomorrow. Here's the lineup. Come say hi, no matter what time of day it is!


11/13 Alison Tyler
11/14 Sasha White
11/15 Vida Bailey
11/16 Cheyenne Blue
11/17 Donna George Storey
11/18 Aisling Weaver
11/19 Teresa Noelle Roberts
11/20 Cora Zane
11/21 Angell Brooks
11/22 Justine Elyot
11/23 Kristina Lloyd
11/24 Preston Avery
11/25 Ashley Lister
11/26 Victoria Janssen
11/27 Always Each Other
11/28 Tamsin Flowers hosts Jeremy Edwards
11/29 Tenille Brown
11/30 Kat Watson
12/1 Alison Tyler
12/2 Sommer Marsden

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Kiki Howell: The Story Behind Story

I was very excited when I saw the submission call for the Hungry For Love antho being that I am not only a paranormal author but also a diabetic. Problem was, I'd never written a zombie story before. But, I have written stories about necromancy, where sorcery is used to conjure the dead, usually to look into the future. But, this story was my world, so I pushed a bit, stretched my imagination, and found a place where someone born a necromancer, with special skills to raise the dead, could be kidnapped and used in a spell to raise an army of zombies. Then I set the story in an old factory because I liked the idea of scary scenes written in delapidated rooms - don't judge now ! LOL And, Zombie Factory was started...

I guess as authors we all start from what we know and find our way to our story. I read, here on Sommer's blog, actually, in one of the first story behind the story posts, that Alison Tyler had done the same in a way, not being a paranormal author, she found her way to a zombie story through a bit of a different path, through the use characters watching a zombie movie. Curious, I went to that story first as I started to read the anthology. 

That fun hot and sexy fun was Alison Tyler's Head Full of Zombie story. I appreciated the old-time feel of the setting, the little touches of zombie movie feel around the whole plot, and of course, the heated sex that I have come to REALLY love in Alison Tyler's work. She never disappoints! 

I have to admit though, I was so engrossed in where the sexual escapades had gone that my heart gave a little skip for a few reasons in the end, a little surprise for reader and character that could have gone several ways *winks* 

Okay, I'm going back in for more. Can't wait to read all the stories in this anthology that I am just so thrilled to be a part of :)

More about Kiki Howell:

Ever since she was young, Kiki Howell has loved to listen to a well-woven tale with real characters, inspired plots, and delightful resolutions. Kiki could spend hours lost in a book, and soon she knew that creating lives, loves, and losses with just words had to be the greatest thing that she could do. To that end, she pursued her study of literature and writing, earning a bachelor’s degree in English. She then followed in a Master’s program in Creative Writing.
 

She has now had over thirty stories published between eleven different publishers.  She could not be more thrilled or grateful to see her creations polished and out in the real world. Although, a bit of caution, most of her stories tend to hang out on the graphically sexy side of town.

In May, 2011, Kiki was chosen as an Ohioana Book Festival author for her novel, Torn Asunder. 

Kiki resides in the Midwest with her incredibly handsome and talented, singer/songwriter husband and two children. When she is not writing, she is spending time with her family, reading, baking or knitting.

Kiki's most current work is the paranormal, romantic suspense novel, Hidden Salem, released in October 2012.



Saturday, November 10, 2012

Cry me a river...

Man in the fog
I'm at Liv Honeywell's today talking about how I can get a bit verklempt when my characters fall in love. Or...ya know...happen to tug my heart strings in any way.

There's a $10 ARe gift card and some tentacle gifties just begging to be claimed. The only thing you have to do is go to any (or all) of the Lion Hearted tour stops listed in blogs below and drop me a line. Say hi...say boo! Say anything. (Great movie ;) )

Every say earns you a chance to win.

Thanks to Liv for having me. Have a supah Saturday!

XOXO
Sommer

Friday, November 9, 2012

Slip sliding away...

Shower Head Water Drops 7-26-09 3

Thanks very much to Tenille Brown for having me on HER BLOG for today's blog stop where I discuss...(drum roll please) shower sex! Rolling along with the Lion Hearted blog fun. Awesome :)

Drop by and say hi for a chance to win my goodies. Well, not my goodies, but some goodies. You know what I mean.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. My mom had surgery today. All went well and she's home totally fine. Just a quick thanks to all those who sent well wishes and good thoughts. You rock. :)

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Another busy, swept away day...

Luckiamute Falls

I'm popping in to say I'm double booked again today for my Divination Falls blog tour. I'd rather be too busy than not busy enough.

Today is stop 3 and 4. Yay!

#3 is Tabitha Rayne, a fellow Xcite and award winning author. I'm over at HER BLOG talking about secret places. If you think I mean your naughty parts, not quite. ;)

#4 is the lovely Lucy Felthouse, a phenom in the erotica community. She's a writer and a promoter and a...candlestick maker. Okay. Maybe not. But she does a lot. I'm at HER BLOG talking about unlovable people falling in love.

Please stop by and say hi. Giveaways mentioned below, apply. Of course they do!

XOXO
Sommer

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Busy day, awesome day!

Lion 
I'm not only announcing stop #2 on my Lion Hearted Blog Tour but stop #3 as well.

Stop #2 is at Willsin's World where I talk about 'writing like a man'. Willsin is a fellow eXcessica author and a top notch cover artist if you don't know. (which you should). He's also part of my upcoming antho Coupling 2. Woohoo!

Go HERE to visit his blog and leave a comment to get a chance to win a $10 All Romance eBooks gift card and the tentacled gifties pictured below!

Stop #3 is at Tamsin Flower's blog where I blog about my fixation--ahem, I mean love--of roadtrips.

Tamsin is a fellow Xcite author, so go HERE to check out her blog and drop me a comment because the above giveaway listed applies!

Happy hump day. It sure is a busy one! ;)

XOXO
Sommer

The Story Behind the Story: Lynn Townsend

Another story that stuck with me, I can still remember it vividly as I type this. Today we hear from Lynn Townsend who penned the story Dead in the Water for Hungry for Love. Woohoo!

XOXO
Sommmer



My first exposure to the macabre genre was a tattered paperback copy of the Amityville Horror by Jay Anson. My cousin - who lived in a by-God Log Cabin out in the middle of nowhere New York with outdoor "plumbing" and no power (her parents were really odd, so it's not her fault) - had swapped it out of the local library's "leave one, take one" book pile. She'd read about two chapters, freaked out, and threw it under her bed. I'd found it there a few weeks later and - being bored out of my MIND - started reading.

I was ten. 

(It is not the place of this writer to comment on the controversy surrounding the Amityville Horror. Whether or not the events are true did not, in the slightest, matter to me. I was fascinated by the book as a story, not as a documentary. That being said, I have read a lot of the surrounding media sensations. It is a true story? I have no idea. I've never really decided if I believe in ghosts or demons. I have had a few "weird" experiences that might be considered paranormal activity... maybe I'll tell you about them someday.)

And I was hooked on the horror genre. 

I grew up in a small, very conservative town. I'm not sure I'd quite say the local residents were suspicious of that new-fangled stuff, "fire" but... they were not particularly open-minded. 

I had to get a permission slip from my parents to check out books from the library in that genre. 

But I read everything I could get my hands on. Rosemary's Baby. The Omen. Stephen King - who had not quite started publishing his laundry list.... 

In an odd twist, reading horror led me to reading Watership Down. (King mentions the book in the Stand, and I went to check it out....) and Watership Down led me to reading Fantasy (the Dragonriders of Pern) and Fantasy led me to Science Fiction (Asimov, Heinlein, Nivens, Brin, Clarke. May I take a moment to recommend Childhood's End by Arthur C. Clarke and The Practice Effect by David Brin as some of the best damn novels I've ever read, ever? Thanks.)

And... oddly enough, the Sci-fi/Fantasy fan club I was a member of in college... introduced me to my best friend. Who much, much later, introduced me to the genre of Romance with my very first romance book being a gift from her. When He was Wicked, by Julia Quinn.

And now... I write erotic/romance stories in steampunk settings (Golden Moment, Deep Breath, Shadow of Kenfig, and Blister Effect) or horror settings (Dead in the Water and W.O.L.) or fantasy settings (Garden Variety).

My upcoming and recent publications include Coming Together: Hungry for Love (Dead in the Water), Ladies of Steampunk Magazine (Deep Breath) and Duty & Desire: Military Erotic Romance (Snake Dance). You can find out more about my writing on my blog, Paid by the Weird http://paidbytheweird.blogspot.com/ or on my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/LynnTownsendwriter.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

The Story Behind the Story: Cora Zane

I'll cop to it! Cora's story Little Deaths was the very first story I read for consideration from the pile for Hungry for Love. I remember thinking, Oh baby, if the rest are like this...I am in for a treat. It really worked for me--her torrid little tale.

Now let's peek into her pretty head and see what she has to say about it, shall we?

~~~~
The idea for setting Little Deaths in Houston, TX came from a trip to a writing conference several years ago. Instead of flying, my husband and I drove the distance, and this was before we had a portable GPS we could swap between our cars. In fact, this was the trip that convinced us we needed to buy a GPS...so we would never, ever get lost like that again.

The drive took six hours, and all we had with us were printed directions to the hotel. We had downloaded them from the internet, so as you can probably guess, they were half-assed directions at best.

We had no trouble actually getting to Houston. However, we came into the greater metro area at rush hour on Friday afternoon. The traffic was insane. Picture multiple lanes of bumper to bumper traffic at a stand still. We ended up trapped on an overpass, in a center lane, with no way on or off the interstate. To make the experience even more memorable, we had an ambulance howling behind us. We couldn't go anywhere. I jokingly told hubby, if this was the start of the zombie apocalypse, we were totally screwed.

At the time, he wasn't feeling my sense of humor. We'd been sitting in traffic for about thirty minutes, and the directions we'd downloaded from the internet didn't take into account the post-Hurricane Rita road closures and detours.

It had been a couple of years since the hurricanes (Katrina, and then Rita), and you could tell there was still a recovery effort going on. The road signs along the interstate were a beat up mess. Some signs were torn in half, others were either covered up with plastic sheeting or were missing entirely. So, basically, we were in a strange city, driving blindly to a hotel we had never been to before.It was a nerve-wracking situation.

Our first goal was to simply get off the interstate before we ended up out of our target area and on the other side of Houston. When hubby finally managed to get to an exit ramp, we ended up in probably the worst possible neighborhood. Again, many of the street signs were missing so we didn't know exactly where we were, and by that time, it was getting dark. After driving around in circles for another thirty minutes, we decided to call the conference cooridintor to ask for clear directions to the hotel.

It's not something you often think about when traveling only a state or two away from home, but there is a definite state-to-state difference in the way people communicate directions. Call it a local flavor. The woman helping us on the phone told us we needed to get on the "feeder road" to reach the hotel. We had no idea what a feeder road was or how to find it, because in Louisiana, we call them service roads. Even so, she somehow managed to explain it, and steer us in the right direction to get us to our destination.

In Little Deaths, when Rachel is trying to make it home to find out if her husband has survived the explosion that kicked off the infectious outbreak, I tried to keep that fearful, nervous energy consistent for her character. I pulled a lot of her internal conflicts from my own experience of being lost in Houston during that trip. You'll also "see" the interstate and feeder road mentioned in the story.

A final thought. Not knowing what you have to do to get yourself to a safe place is terrifying in any situation. It's even more terrifying when you're not familiar with the customs in that area, or in Rachel's case, when the rules of society are suddenly and completely stripped away.Everything she once took for granted as familiar about the local customs, about the area itself, and even about human behavior, turns chaotic and becomes potentially life-threatening within a matter of hours. Now, add the well-being of a loved one to the equation and consider how traumatic it would be to go through something like that while flesh-eating monsters are tearing people apart on the streets.

I believe that sense of being lost within your own back yard in a time of crisis adds to the fear factor when it comes to zombie fiction, and that's one of the finer nuances I was trying to capture in Little Deaths. I hope you enjoy my story.

BIO:

Cora Zane lives in an area of northern Louisiana known as "out in the sticks," which she swears is as good a place as any to wait for the start of the zombie apocalypse. She drinks a lot of tea, and writes sexy fiction every chance she gets. Her publishers include Cobblestone Press, Ellora's Cave, Wild Child Publishing, and Cleis Press. You can find her online at www.corazane.com.

 Cora's latest release: Chasing Moonlight. Available now from Cobblestone Press.   



Monday, November 5, 2012

I am incorrigible...

T. Harrison Erotic Romance Author Oh wait! She was nice. She said incomparable. Heh.

My first stop on the Lion Hearted blog blast is at Tasha Harrison's bog. Can you say yay? Or you could just rawr! :) Go visit for a snippet and me running my mouth off about um...tentacles.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. The Giveaway Part: I will take comments from every step of my blog tour and when it all ends, I'll draw for a ten dollar ARe gift certificate and my tentacle gifties. So check back often to see where I am!

Sunday, November 4, 2012

House Party: Sommer Lovin'...



Sommer Lovin' is actually my two shorter collections, Buckle Down and Taking Care of business, smushed into one larger collection.  More um...bang for your buck, if you will. ;) Here's a taste of the one of the smaller collection's title story and a personal favorite. A procrastinator + a Dom-ish man + a nice leather belt = Buckle Down.

I have no idea where the inspiration came from. It's not as if *cough* I'm a procrastinator or anything. *ahem* :S

I'll draw from any comments after November 10th for a $10 All Romance eBooks gift certificate.

XOXO
Sommer




Buckle Down

Edward watches me make my tea. Cut my cheese and lay out my
crackers. He watches me add grapes, check the phone messages,
nibble the food, wash a dish.
“If you keep stalling you’ll never pass your exam,” he observes.
I look up, blinking as if I am just realizing he is there. “I’m fine.
I’ll do fine. I’m just…”
“Procrastinating.”
“Puttering,” I correct.
“I’m pretty sure I’m right.”
I snort but say nothing.
“You need to buckle down,” he says.
I blow out a huge breath and shut my eyes-count to ten. “I try. I
do. But I can’t. My brain is racing and I’m so afraid I’ll fuck up that
I can’t even focus.”
He cocks his head, watching me intently. “Maybe you need
incentive.”
I laugh, thinking that he’s kidding. But I should know better.
This is Edward. Serious to my flighty, intense to my laid back, clever
to my spastic (at times). “Money?” I ask, being a smart-ass.
He shakes his head, still watching me.
“Shoes?” I ask, getting excited.
“No.”
“What?”
“Go to the bathroom and then meet me at your desk,” he says
and then leaves the room with me wondering what the fuck he’s
talking about.
I mumble to myself. I fret and I twitch and I worry, I find that
when Edward is secretive I find is thrilling but a bit scary. I find
him in our bedroom at the small student desk that has become my
prison.
“Sit,” he says.
“Woof.”
He grins at me. “Cheeky. Now sit.”
I drop into the seat and wait.
“Wait, sorry. Stand.” He laughs at himself.
I stand and try not to complain. I want to know what the hell
he’s doing. “Now take off your pants and knickers and then sit.”
“What!” I yelp. “Are you high?”
He whacks me rather hard on the bottom with the ruler that he’s
had secreted behind his back. “Do it. Now.”
My face is hot with surprise but my body goes warm and lights
up from the sudden and unexpected snap of that plastic to my body.
“I…well…fine!”
I drop my pants, my drawers and though it feels odd, I sit. His
dark eyes-dark like coffee at my favourite café-are on me and he
licks his lips. Edward takes his belt and binds my thighs to the chair
seat. “Now you stay here until I come and get you. No getting up.
No excuses.” Edward leans in and I can smell his cologne-something
woody and spicy and with the undertones of earth and leaves in the
forest. I can nearly count the dark bits of stubble pushing through
his skin. He runs the blunt tip of a finger along my lower lip and
says “No sandwiches, no potty breaks, no new socks, no cigarettes,
no candy. Sit-arse in the seat-and study.”
Just considering this makes me crawly and nervous and restless.
But I nod because he comes around behind me, his chest to my
back, his hands finding my lap, his fingers probing my pussy. He
slides a finger into me and curls it so a stab of pleasure shoots
through my pelvis. “And if I do that…”
“You get a nice reward,” he says and pats my head. He chuckles
darkly and kisses my hair and leaves me there. With my books and
my naked legs buckled to the desk chair.
“Right. Buckle down. Let’s go.” I blow out a breath and steady
my heart.
It only takes a moment for me to start talking to myself. “You
could just unbuckle yourself, Carling. He’d never know. You could
pull that bit back and let it fall open and…” I sigh and study the
highlighted parts of my book. Who knew there were so many parts
to the human body? Who knew they did so many things? Who the
fuck knew that being a nurse would be so complicated?
I force myself to go still and read about insulin, the pancreas
and Diabetes. It’s one of the diseases I will be tested on and I am
trying hard to focus and not play with the silver buckle on the black
belt. At some point my body calms and my legs stop pressing up
against the restrictive leather. At some point my mind focuses. At
some point I am fully involved with my studies instead of trying to
figure a good excuse to get up and move around.
“How goes it?”
I look up to find him in the hallway, lurking like some beautiful
dark shadow. I feel my nipples spike under my thin cotton pulloverhe’s
allowed me to keep my top on at least. I feel my pussy go wet
and receptive and I wonder if I’m leaving little trails of desire on the
chair.
“Good,” I say, shocked to find that I mean it.
“Good girl.”
More fluids. More eager fluttering deep in my pussy. More
excited tingles and twitters in my belly. “Thank you.”
“I’ll be back,” he says and disappears...

The Story Behind the Story: Alison Tyler

Today we have the most awesome Alison Tyler. When I was asked to do this zombie book, I knew I wanted her in the book. I also knew zombies weren't her thing per se. I also knew she would find a clever, enticing way to um...skirt the issue, if you will. And she did! She never fails to amaze me :)

XOXO
Sommer



Confession time: I'm easily scared. Boo! See? That scared me. I haven't even seen a (bloodied, gruesome) handful of Zombie films in my life. In fact, you can count the Zombie flicks I have seen on two (disembodied) fingers: Night of the Living Dead and the spoof Shaun of the Dead. That said, as soon as the excellent editor Sommer Marsden put out the call for Zombie erotic fiction, I knew what I had to write.

"Head Full of Zombie" is a line from a Men at Work song that is (oh, dear lord) about three decades old. My understanding is that the lyric refers to a type of particularly virulent marijuana that was blowing around Australia at the time. (Not that I’d know anything about that, personally.)


I tend to touch themes rather than soak in them — so I wrote a piece about a couple that goes to a drive-in theater to watch Zombie films. (Quick aside: I worship drive-ins, grew up going to them, have spent way too much time in the back seats of cars missing the movies.) While at the theater, Zeke has Jolie hotbox the car—filling the vehicle up with the sweet, fragrant scent of good weed. (Urban dictionary defines a hotbox as "a room or vehicle that contains one or more pot-smokers smoking one or more joints. The exhaled smoke and the smoke coming from the joint, unable to escape, circulates and thus is breathed in and not wasted." Which sounds pretty good to me.)


Not to give away the ending, but as in most Zombie tales, someone definitely gets eaten by the last page of the story.


Called a “Trollop with a Laptop” by East Bay Express, a “Literary Siren” by Good Vibrations, and “over caffeinated” by her favorite local barista, Alison Tyler has made being naughty a full-time job. Her sultry short stories have appeared in more than 100 anthologies including Sex for America, Liaisons, and Bedding Down. In all things important, she remains faithful to her partner of 17 years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume. Find her 24/7 at alisontyler.blogspot.com.

Alison Tyler is currently at work on six different anthologies for Cleis Press (calls for submissions reside on her blog). Her most recent publication is Morning, Noon, and Night out from Cleis Press on 11/13.


Saturday, November 3, 2012

The Story Behind the Story: t'Sade

Morning, morning, all. :) Here's the first story behind the story entry for Coming Together: Hungry for Love. t'Sade gives us a peek into Love Never Dies.

Hopefully, you'll be seeing more of these as the days pass. I'm trying to woo my writers into sharing the inner workings of their dirty minds.

XOXO
Sommer


Love Starts Somewhere

Love Never Dies is actually a combination of lots of little things that
I thought fit well together. Mostly, it is a romantic story of someone
carving out a bit of happiness in the apocalypse.

Probably the most obvious is the ending for Shaun of the Dead, one of my
favorite movies. In that case, it was his best friend, but just the idea
of having a zombie in the back shed because you love them that much is
just a wonderful idea. It doesn't matter if it is a snarky best friend
or a lover, there is something about not just bashing in their head with
a baseball bat.

I'll admit, there is a bit of my turn-ons in that story since I write
about stuff about five sigma past normal. Extreme bondage and body
modifications are just one of the many things I find appealing, so a
story where the zombie is bound in pet play equipment and had their
teeth removed (to prevent biting) just seemed to fit with that
interests. It also handles the frequently bad teeth you see in movies...
um, ew.

Having the pet play equipment be hers I thought added a transition from
playful submissive to dominate zombie owner. I thought it hinted nicely
at the changes everyone has to go when the zombies come. You can't
destroy the world without having to grow.

Which leads into one of the most frustrating things I found about zombie
movies and stories. People turn stupid. The attacks always come because
someone didn't lock the door, didn't watch their backs, decided to get a
blow job outside the fence. I tried to show a woman who was intelligent
about care and feeding of her zombie lover... though she did a few
stupid things when she got horny. But, at least she was careful before
she scooted closer.

Finally, the garage was modeled after one of my best friend's. Someone I
grew up and I had fond memories of sneaking into their garage. I never
did anything naughty in there, but I definitely thought about it. But, I
loved crawling into abandoned places as a little thing and all those
adventures show up in my writing.




Bio

t'Sade always loved the grindhouse movies of the 70's and the

splatterpunks of the 80's. Their interests reflect those topics: sex,
violence, and so far from the mainstream you'd need a map. They explore
these themes in the soft underbelly of sexuality, trying to dig out the
more obscure, and can be found at http://tsade.com/.


Their novel, The Mummy's Girl, is a high fantasy, erotic novel of
reincarnation, BDSM, and a love that never dies. And a mummy along with
three randy gods. It can be found at http://tsade.com/mummy and is
available in print and ebook.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Money back on good sizzling reads and some seriously sticky keys!

Right now through November 15th, HarperCollins titles are 25% off (rebate given at checkout) at All Romance Ebooks. Wow! That means you can get my brand new erotic novel Boys Next Door for less than a buck fifty. Happy Friday to me!

Yesterday my 's' key was sticking. Today it's my 'a' key. So if any a's are MIA in this blog...it's not my fault. It's the fault of all the yuck and debris in my keys. Seriously, the man cleaned out under my 's' key last night and I think he pulled enough fuzz to build a cat out of there. And we don't even own a cat.

I think he summed it up when he said, "I think I found a pretzel..." (gluten free of course).

All a's aside! Go buy my book for less money than the cheapest cup of Starbuck's coffee. You'll have something to read and keep you warm this weekend!

XOXO
Sommer


Thursday, November 1, 2012

The Dynamic Duo...


of Katie Salidas and Willsin Rowe are at it again. You can grab their new book Submission Therapy tomorrow. But for now, here's a nibble to perk up your appetite:



Submission Therapy
EXCERPT:
© November 2012 by Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas

Master Sweet rested his hand back in my hair. “Natasha, it’s time to begin.”
He fisted that hand again, reigniting the heat in my scalp, while his other swept down my calf and stopped at my red-black two-toned peek-a-boo toe Louboutin pumps.
“What size do you wear, Natasha?” He drew the shoes off one at a time.
“Six.”
“Yet you have size eight feet.”
“Guys exaggerate their dicks, girls shrink their feet.”
He turned his already-tight fist, pulling a sharp breath into my lungs. “That kind of language is a privilege. One you’ve not earned.”
I couldn’t speak through the tension in my body, and I couldn’t nod without risking searing pain. Thankfully Master Sweet eased his grip just enough to allow my voice back.
“Yes.”
“You will address me as Master Sweet, or simply Master.”
“Yes, simply Master.” I tensed up, ready for him to squeeze again. Instead he shocked me by pushing forward, overbalancing me until I was on hands and knees, my cheek buried in the carpet. His pelvis nudged up against my ass, and he was definitely packing something hard in there.
He took a long, deep breath in. “I do so enjoy these early stages.”
“Yes, Master,” said the toadying redhead.
He brought his free hand back down to my feet. He appeared to still be addressing his off-sider. “Look at the deep lines her shoes have carved. The rich redness of constriction.”
“Yes, Master.”
His breath seemed to falter for a moment. “It will be exquisite to see this all over her body.”
All over my body? What exactly was that supposed to mean? I should have known better. Never agree to a deal without the terms being spelled out in a contract. Business 101. “Listen, Mister Sweets. Unconventional sex therapy is one thing, but no one is putting any kind of marks on my body. Are we clear?” I threw his condescending words back at him.
“Do you understand what it means to submit?”
His callous tone caught me off guard, but I quickly recovered.
“I have underlings for that.”
“So you see submission as a form of weakness.”
“Absolutely. I bow to no one.”
“You do now. “ The finality of his words was chilling.

Blurb:


Billionaire CEO of Blakely Incorporated, Natasha runs her empire with an eagle eye for every detail. She’s an obsessive, compulsive, micromanaging hard-ass, consumed by the need to control every aspect of her life and her business. 

But underneath that seemingly strong façade, Natasha is a swirling mess of anger, anxiety and sexual addiction. Only her therapist, Dr. Benson, knows how close she is to burning out...or exploding. He insists on a radical form of treatment – Submission Therapy – knowing that it’s her only hope.
Skeptical but intrigued, Natasha agrees to attend the first session. What she finds there is an erotically-charged environment that will forgive none of her habitual bad behavior. And a steely-eyed man who seems to read her every desire - even the ones she won’t admit to herself.

Will Natasha learn what it means to submit? Or will she allow her brittle pride to rob her of what she truly needs?
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