Thursday, June 30, 2016

Release Day for Submitting!

Wow! Two blogs in two days. I'm really on the ball. :)

I'm popping in to say today is release day for the new HarperCollins Mischief anthology Submitting. This little number contains my story Your Assignment which was an utter blast to write. I had a lot of fun with that one.

Below is a bit about the book. You'll note there are some fab authors in this collection including Justine Elyot. Lovely to share pages with her again.

Grab a copy for this weekend. It's supposed to be hot, but it could be hotter...

XOXO
Sommer

Kinky games and arrangements abound in this Mischief collection of original erotic fiction.
In Submitting, the fun, thrills and pleasures of surrendering to that special lover, or lovers, is explored imaginatively and intensely in eight original stories, written by some of the best erotica authors writing today, including Justine Elyot, Sommer Marsden, Lily Harlem and Rose de Fer.



Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Me and My Boi Blog Tour

Hey, ho, folks, long time no blog. What can I say?...Life. I've actually acquired one lately. :) That being said, I'm here with a blog tour post for Sacchi Green's new anthology Me and My Boi, and woohoo! I'm in it! ***UPDATE*** Comment here for a chance to win a copy of Me and My Boi.

I'm supposed to say something about my story Bennie. So I'll tell you my favorite tidbit about this particular story. It was the impossible story. When I first talked to Sacchi and read the call for this book I thought...no way. I don't think I can write something for this particular book. My first instinct was that I didn't grasp the theme well enough and as a writer you always want to do your topic justice. Always. I even told Sacchi that. She was gracious and understood. So...that was that.

But see, it wasn't. The moment I said I didn't think I could, this story started whispering in my head. After a day of that, I think I sent Sacchi an email and said..."Well...maybe..."

The next day the story was shouting in my head and I sat down and wrote the whole damn thing in one sitting. I think I turned it in a few days later after a spit and polish, so to speak. That's what makes Bennie a favorite story of mine--it shouldn't exist, and yet it does. I said no, and something in my mind said, actually yes. Those kinds of stories are gold for me personally. They make being  writer fun and exciting. They're the best kind of writing adventure. The ones you'd never think you could write that then immediately demand to be created.

The full tour link list is below. Go back, go forward, time travel, be a timelord! ;) Happy Hump Day, ya'll.

XOXO
Sommer


Excerpt:



Bennie
Sommer Marsden

I watched Bennie the way I did every morning. Stomping out of her house in her big work boots. She walked like she had a vendetta against the world and the way she carried herself never failed to turn me on. She clutched a to-go mug of coffee and rooted in her deep pockets for her car keys. Every morning she did this and every morning I enjoyed the ritual.
I sat inside my apartment, watching her as I drank from my Snoopy mug. My computer whirred gently and my freelance work waited and yet…I watched her.
I had this fantasy, had had it for ages, where she’d stalk over here instead of to her car. She’d rap on the door hard enough to make me jump instead of root for her keys. She’d ask me out on a date instead of driving off to work.
It had yet to happen. Would probably never happen. But I had the fantasy anyway. It went on from there. Her coming to pick me up for said date in her black fitted trousers and her leather vest. The one she only wore to special events. Semi-casual, she’d once laughed when I complimented her on it. I’d been getting the mail, she’d been heading out for the night.
I’d blushed as if I’d asked her to drop to her knees and go down on me instead of complimenting her outfit. It had taken everything in me to do it and yet I’d forced myself. Then I’d watched her pull away in her ’66 Mustang coupe—white to her almost consistently black ensembles. After she’d gone, I’d damn near staggered into the house, dropped to the sofa, shoved my hand into my panties and gotten myself off, not once, but twice. Just remembering her clear blue eyes on me and the way she’d laughed.
It made me want to kiss her, that laugh. It made me want to fuck.
I’d let the curtain drop so when the doorbell rang I damn near swallowed my own tongue. A peek through the window showed me Bennie and I found my feet had disappeared on me. I couldn’t feel them at all. Nor my lips. My face was on its way to being numb as well, but I forced my hands to work the lock and then turn the door knob.
“Hey, hi,” I stammered. “What’s up, Bennie?”
She had no idea. She was clueless. She didn’t know that as we stood there I was wet inside my panties, frantic and nervous inside my stomach.
“Car,” she growled. “Won’t start. And…” she patted her pocket and a clicking sound arose. “Phone’s dead. You’d think I would remember to charge it, right? I have no home line.” She stared at me.
And? And? My mind scrambled for words. Finally, she did that little half smile thing of hers that always made me want to drop to my knees and beg her to notice me. She ran a hand through her close cropped dark hair and said, “So…Ava…”
“Yes?” Damn if I didn’t sound breathless. It was mortifying.
“Can I use your phone to call a tow?”
My heart kicked in my chest, hard. I realized my stupidity. How silly I must have looked. “Of course!” I chirped. “I’m so sorry. Clearly I need more coffee.” I was babbling as I hurried to the kitchen to grab the portable home line. My cell was dead too, so that made us two for two in the dead cell department.
When I turned she had come in right behind me. Standing so close to me, I could see the green striations around the pupil in her blue eyes. I could smell some sandalwood scent on her skin and the clean generic smell of shampoo and soap. I could see up close what those lips looked like in that little twist of a half-smile.
She took the phone from me and her fingers brushed my hand. I jolted and then tittered nervously when she noticed.
“I didn’t hear you come,” I said. Then caught my words and had enough presence of mind to feel my cheeks flame red in an instant.
“Oh, you would.” She laughed. “Thanks.” 


Me and My Boi Blog Tour Links

June 12—Sacchi Green— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com


June 14—Anna Watson— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 15—Sinclair Sexsmith-- www.sugarbutch.net

June 16—Jove Belle-- https://jovebelle.com/

June 17—Tamsin Flowers-- www.tamsinflowers.com

June 18—Victoria Villasenor— https://breywillows.com

June 19—J, Caladine—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 20—Victoria Janssen-- http://victoriajanssen.com

June 21—Dena Hankins--  http://denahankins.net/my-summer-of-boi/

June 22—D. Orchid—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 23—Pavini Moray-- https://emancipatingsexuality.com/

June 24—Melissa Mayhew—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 25—Jen Cross— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 26—Kyle Jones-- www.butchtastic.net


June 28—Aimee Hermann— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 29—Sommer Marsden—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 30—Axa Lee—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

July 1— Kathleen Bradean— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com



Friday, May 27, 2016

Playlist Blog #4: Kiki Howell

Hey! Look at that. I remembered! It's Friday and here I am with the next playlist blog. Today it's my super sweet, super talented friend Kiki Howell. Not only does she write bad ass books but she's a bad ass yoga buff-soon-to-be-instructor. Sweet.

I hope that makes sense. My brain is running on fumes. Senior week has officially ended as of end of the picnic today and tomorrow brings...SWEET SWEET NOTHING! Party on, Wayne.

XOXO
Sommer





Kiki (A Little Light): Steven Howell
I will Not Bow or Dear Agony: Breaking Benjamin
Family Tree: Matthew West
Close My Eyes Forever: Lita Ford & Ozzy Osbourne
Glitter in the Air: Pink
Bring Me To Life: Evanescence

I know, a very eclectic list, but with the darker paranormal romance that I write, I’m often looking for a mood, or a song to put me into a certain emotional state, to get deeper in touch with my characters. Sometimes they have to rise up and fight, and others they need to wrestle with the weights of their worlds. And yes, the first one was written by my husband for me, so it just inspires me to do what I do before I start.

Hidden Salem: Salem Series Book 1, An Amazon Top 100 Bestseller in Paranormal, Ghosts, Suspense, and Witch & Wizard Thrillers
Intuition alone brought Makayla to Salem, MA in search of a story, but her research has her confronting more than she bargained for. With her empathic gifts stronger in Witch City, she physically suffers, landing her literally unconscious in the arms of both Noah Ayers, local cop and Dylan Baines, local history teacher. Yet, it is Lauri, a witch who owns a local shop, who teaches Makayla about who she is and what she can do.
Unfortunately for all of them, Makayla also stumbles upon a coven in the woods practicing a dark magic ritual. Now they are after her, threatening her life and the lives of those she has quickly come to care about. Immersed in things she never expected, like an old legend and necromancy due to residual hauntings, the race is on to stay safe from the coven and protect her heart from a certain sexy cop.
But, is Lauri correct in thinking Makayla might just have encountered the only real witch in Salem in 1692? And, do they share the same bloodline?
Salem’s Revenge: Salem Series Book 2, A Top 10 Bestseller in Witch & Wizard Thrillers
In this sequel to the Amazon Bestseller, Hidden Salem, the story resumes one year later, another present day October, in Salem, MA. Filled with the same cross of pagan and paranormal elements, as well as suspense and occult horror weaved into Book One in the Salem Series, Book Two also contains touches of romance, giving readers a sweet addition to the spells and rituals.
Denise Daniels came to Salem, MA to be in her best friend, Makayla’s wedding, but her matron of honor duties find her confronting more than she bargained for. In her first moments in Witch City, she’s greeted by a corpse used in a gruesome reanimation ritual.
Without warning, the final week of wedding preparations becomes mixed with a quick introduction to Wiccan practices, including necromancy used to communicate with the dead, as attacks by a mysterious, new coven seeking revenge increase. Denise soon becomes immersed in things she never expected, including automatisms—drawing elaborate pictures of two women in red cloaks in the woods—a pretty impressive feat for a girl who has only drawn stick figures prior.
As Denise tries to find her place in this world of magic, she discovers her own connection to the Salem of 1692. And, while losing the battle to save her heart from a romance that can never be, she ends up fighting to save her life.
Author Bio:
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 forty 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. In May, 2011, Kiki was chosen as an Ohioana Book Festival author for her novel, Torn Asunder. She's also had three flash fiction stories win writing contests. Since the fall of 2013, she’s had several stories hit Amazon Bestsellers Lists in categories like Paranormal, Suspense, Gothic Fiction. and Occult Horror.

You can find out more about Kiki at: