Sunday, December 17, 2017

On Christmas and Time and Happy Holidays

I wrote the post below on FB off the cuff a few minutes ago, but figured I should post it here. For those of you who show up to read the blog I hardly every update any more. Below kind of explains why I don't update it much. I forget, to be honest. But I appreciate every single one of you who subscribe and show up when I do remember to say words here in this space. 
Happy Holidays, my friends. May they be fun and comfortable and cozy and full of laughter.
I love you,

*Our sights at Penn Station in Baltimore upon picking up my beloved girl child at the ass crack of dawn*

I used to work a lot. A lot a lot. I got a lot done. I ran a house, wrote god knows how much in any given year, cooked dinner every night, baked a lot, made a ton of gluten free from scratch. Crafted and was pretty spot the fuck on with my holidays.
I loved my life. I loved all of that. I loved all those thing about myself and the life I had with my family.
Trauma changes you. I'm not the same.
Now I work a lot. But in various things. One a grand new quest that lights me up the way writing did when I was a noob. I am open to more adventure. I go to crowded places, new places, scary places. And I love it. I cook a lot less but still eat good food with people that make me laugh and feel loved. I bake a lot less but have known to whip things up for those I love. I am more laid back about some things. Less about others.
Like time.
Time is not unlimited. Time is very finite. So, if your Christmas is not perfect and pretty and all done up the way mine used to be, if it's kind of chaotic and imperfect, but you're spending time're all good. Are those beloved faces around you? Then you're golden.
Remember that. It's about the time. Not the stuff and the perfection. It's about the time. Because it's the most valuable fucking shit you have, my friend. Use it well.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Stuff, Things, Holidays, and an Upcoming Reading. Come see me! Watch my Social Anxiety at its finest! Alright!

Once again I have been away from the land of Bloggerdom for way too long. I have no excuse other than life, fun with the bearded giant, writing, not writing, girl child coming in for holiday, actual holiday, birthday, getting infected with the plague, and opening an Etsy shop as myself...gasp!

But I did want to share a couple cool things about one of my short stories "Demons Purse" which is in BWE of the Year #3 edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. I wrote the story after hearing the phrase, had fun, wrote dirty--filthy, actually--and thought not much more of it other than "Yay!" when it was accepted. But apparently, other people notice the phrase :)

Like Library Journal:

And this from  Publisher's Weekly !

And here's the best most psychedelic part: I am doing my first EVER reading of erotica this winter in February.  I am already drinking! I mean worrying! Come see me. Meet me. Say hi. See my social anxiety at its finest. Come whisper in my ear that it's okay and when I get home with the bearded giant and have a glass of wine life will become less bright, sharp, and terrifying.

"Mark your calendars for our Best Women's of the Year 3 reading Feb. 13 at 7 pm! Join and Lynn Townsend at . Can't wait! "

All joking aside, I am extremely anxious about it. But also excited. Because fear doesn't stop death, it stops life. And I'm old now. So fuck it! Come shake my hand, I'll already be shaking ;)


Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Questions, questions...? Bueller?

Readers and new (or not) writers, I want to see your questions for a possible new project. Ask me whatever. DM me or hit me up at



Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Running to Write...

Once upon a time I wrote non-stop. I didn't need to do anything in particular to write. But, as I've said other posts, loss and grief change you. You end up being an entirely new person when you're on the other side. Things you once loved, maybe you don't. Things you once hated now might intrigue you. Things that were easy are harder, things that were hard are easier.

Or sometimes you're just scrambled and everything is different.

That's okay.

Since childhood all I wanted to be was a writer. And I did it. It took many years to get to the point of doing it full-time and those original few years were amazing, much better than current (thank you industry shake up), but after much consideration I find I still want to be a writer. For a while, honestly, I wasn't so sure. I have also found, I need to attack it at a different angle.

I'm not shy about talking about my workouts online. They directly related to my writing now. And I love when some of you email me to ask what's up with all the nonsense. I'm about 50 lbs down from three years ago. I do a lot of the Beachbody programs. I started with T25 went to Insanity Max 30, a few others, right now I'm all about Core de Force (despite fucking up both rotator cuffs getting overzealous with some kettlebells). I also run and do said kettlebells and battle ropes and basically anything else I can get my hands on. I've considered being a coach but haven't made that step. What I have discovered since my husband passed is that in order to write, I need to move. Usually beforehand and sometimes during I need to get up and take a walk (or walks plural. a shortie with the dog and a long for me. :)

There's so much different about me as I approach the 3 year anniversary of Jim's death. I couldn't leave the house then (literally) and I think that is part of my current need to move in order to create. Then all I could do was be in this house and create and care for him. Now I still create but the urge to move and leave the house regularly and throw my body around like a lunatic (heh) is overwhelming.

Things I find amusing about it is, my brain can either get very romantic or very dirty on a run. It can make connections it used to only make in the magical place called: the shower. It can blank out and just go dormant and that STILL helps my writing because it's a weird form of hibernation. Or it can enter a kind of weird surreal state where my body is fighting to do what I want it to do and my brain's all chill and stoner dude. All of them are good and aide my writing.

Anyway, this is a long rambling blog about being a new person, changing after loss, writing, when things that were easy get hard, and not giving up. I've been asked over the years about my advice to writers who want to write full time. My advice used to be: write every day! Blah, blah, blah. I guess my advice would now be to follow your heart or possibly your feet when it comes to what wrings the most words out of you on any given day. There is no single way to go about it. Capiche?

One fun fact: I am a wateraholic. Coffee, water, wine. That's what I drink, people. :) I can't take big bottles cause they slip out of my hands. I like little bottles but they tend to be so flimsy nowadays and I crush them and then feel like the Hulk. Plus there's the whole green aspect. Today I had no little bottles. None. So I went rummaging through the cabinets and found the BKR bottle I got in my FabFitFun summer box. It's glass with a silicone sleeve. Seems bad for running. But I gave it a shot.

I was wrong. The silicone helps me grip it, or when I get too sweaty, I loop my finger through the top hoop thingamajig and it holds perfectly. I was pretty pleased with myself that I found a greener way to take my water AND a way to use something I thought I'd hardly ever use.

You learn something new every day. (I also learned it can be 'fall' and a jillion fucking degrees)


Monday, October 9, 2017

I made it to round 2! and a shamed dachshund...

Lucky 7 made it past round one at All Author ! Can you click that vote button for me again so this gorgeous cover can move forward? And as a reward for your love and devotion: a shamed dachshund photo. I came home from a run and someone was up on the back of the sofa where he shouldn't be. I'm not saying who...but the evidence speaks for itself.


Monday, October 2, 2017

Can you click that button for me, baby?

My lovely lovely Lucky 7 cover is up for Cover of the Month at All Author. It's a Willsin Rowe cover, which explains its great beauty ;) I'd be forever grateful if you'd show it some love by running over and clicking that button. Heh. That sounds dirty...


Thank you!



Cover of the Month

Lucky 7

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Thank you for your support,
Sommer Marsden

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

5 Stars for Lucky 7! (((*fist pump*)))

I was super pleased to see that Manic Readers had a review for Lucky 7 up. And it was 5 stars! Doesn't get much better than that. It turned a very Mondayish Tuesday into a good day, after all. You can check it out HERE. And thank you, Alberta! You rock, you roll, you party hard.


"What a treat! Seven short stories that are all different, & hotter than hot!"

Monday, September 25, 2017

Dirty Bits

I realized I had put these on the social media but never on my own damn blog. Here are some of my favorite dirty bits from Lucky 7. Pics and words by moi! ;) XOXO 

Sunday, September 24, 2017

On Podcasts, Accents, and Spiders...

Well, before last week I'd only agreed to one podcast. That was ages ago. Somehow, sweet Rose Caraway, suckered convinced me to do one. By asking. Because, let's face it, Rose is so damn nice. That's how I tricked convinced myself to do it was by thinking "Just a phone conversation with Rose who you've known for years now. No. Big. Deal."

J said, "Just be yourself". Well, I was myself. There's even a bit in there, unless it was cut (which I am 99.999999% sure it wasn't), of me vs. spider. The prize: a gluten free fig newton.

Here's the link. Listen at your own risk. I promise, though, I do not say "We're goin' down thee oshun, hon." #Baltimore #hon What I do say is stuff about my story Thunderclap in Dirty 30 Vol. 2 and stuff about my upcoming novel and stuff about, well, spiders...


Sunday, August 13, 2017

Anthology News!

Hey, hey, I'm so happy to have a story in this new anthology Dirty 30 Vol. 2 put out by Stupid Fish Productions and Rose Caraway. My story Thunderclap is tucked in amongst a bunch of dirty stories and great authors. Check out the antho if you're in the mood for some variety...and spice ;)

More news about some fun stuff coming soon, btw. And some pretty excerpts from Lucky 7. I'm trying my best to be 'on the ball' but it's all translating to 'chasing my tail'. Tail...heh ;)

Happy Sunday!


Here's the lineup for the curious at heart.

Monday, August 7, 2017

I'm a masochist...but YAY! My book is out!

*Author's Note: This is coming out a few days after I wrote it. Because I had a SNAFU and then chaos. Hey, I'm getting one kid off to college and the other out to cohabitate with his BAE. I'm a bit chaotic ;)

So today is the first book of mine to release in...oh, I think about a year and a half. Two years if you count my last Excessica release. I'm so excited I kind of forget how I'm supposed to do any of this. The last few years have been spent pimping other people's books. Now, I have one of my own again and I'm sorta...duh. :)

This morning, to celebrate, or maybe just to think about how to proceed, I ran a one woman 5K in horrible heat and humidity. When I was done, I went out with girl child (who leaves for college in a few weeks). I, literally, had to think about what to do about a new release. Which was bizarre.

So, here goes! There's the lovely cover. The lovely links below. And a lovely (I hope) excerpt. Things are changing around her fast. All of it at once. Girl child is off to college, boy child's moving out with his girl. Me...I'm stunned. But I think this will leave a lot of time for writing (to burn off the crazy). Which that I'm back, look out. I'm back and I'm moving forward full speed.

Happy Friday!


Amazon US
Amazon UK


A big machine kink and sharp teeth cravings, a celebratory threesome, a bartender with specific urges, and a wife who likes to share her husband as an appetizer. Roll yourself a lucky number seven with this new collection by Sommer Marsden.

This short anthology comes after the success of Lucky Streak, the follow-up book to the original anthology Lucky 13—#9 in Violet Blue's Ten Hottest Sex Books of 2009. It’s bursting at the seams with neon colored characters and their tempting tales. From the darkly erotic The Scent of Her to the kinky Big Machines to the romantic Finger Bang. Take a chance and treat yourself to these seven sexy stories.

excerpt from Sharp

I wasn’t particularly interested in Derrick until I saw his teeth. We’d met via a friend of mine. It was at a party, and I’d had a few drinks. So had he. So had everyone else. There wasn’t much of a spark, no burning attraction, but I’d still agreed to a date the following week.
To be honest, I was dreading the whole thing. When he showed at the local dive bar I was prepared to tell him it had been a bad idea and leave it at that. Until he walked in and smiled at me. It was a big smile, genuine, lit by the surreal orange colored sconce lighting.
His canines were sharp. Sharper than most. And just seeing them set my body buzzing. I imagined them scraping down my throat. Biting my collar bone. Dragging down my inner thigh. How had I not noticed them on our first meeting? How had that predatory grin escaped me?
I put my hand on his arm and felt that previously absent spark spring to life. “Derrick,” I said. “Thanks for coming.”
I hadn’t intended it, but somehow the emphasis I placed on the word coming, made him raise an eyebrow.
“Of course, I’d come for you,” he joked. “Who wouldn’t?”
I put a hand to my cheek expecting them to be hot. Thankfully, they weren’t. But my laugh was a bit on the nervous side. “What I meant was—”
“I know what you meant,” he said. “I was just joking.” He flashed those canines again in a big smile and my nipples spiked hard and hot inside my bra.
Shake it off…
I had to keep saying it to myself, though, as he put his hand on my arm and led me to the bar. “This good?” he asked.
I nodded, licking my lips. I was suddenly thirsty. And warm. And the room seemed to have grown smaller and more crowded. I climbed onto my stool, and he did the same. He waved a finger at the bartender who nodded to indicate he’d be right over.
“I really didn’t think you’d come,” he said. Then he laughed. “So to speak.”
“I didn’t either,” I blurted. Then I waited to die. “What I meant is…” I sighed. “I don’t know what I meant.”
The bartender took our order, a Jack Daniel’s neat for Derrick, a house Cabernet for me. I was grateful from the respite from embarrassment.
“You didn’t find me attractive,” he said as the bartender went to grab our drinks.
“I didn’t find you unattractive,” I said. It was the truth. “I just didn’t feel that…thing.
“Ah, that elusive thing,” he said. 
“Yes. I know. It’s stupid.”
“Not at all. Sadly, or maybe not sadly, for me, I did feel that thing with you. Which is why I asked you out. So now you,” he said, placing a single finger on my forearm. The skin he touched seemed to heat up and I found my gaze straying back to his teeth. “Why did you come if there was no thing?”
It was my turn to touch him. I couldn’t seem to help myself. I placed my hand on his arm and felt his warm skin. “I decided to say yes anyway because I feel like I spend so much time saying no. It’s not healthy. At least that’s what I hear…and read…and my mother tells me.” I couldn’t help but laugh.
I let my hand rest on his arm and felt like I was flirting with the Big Bad Wolf. A thrill raced down my spine like a trickle of cold water. I shivered.
“No. Turned on.” There I went. Blurting again.
He raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his drink. “Now I’m really confused.”
I drained half my wine in a single gulp, took a deep breath, and asked, “Do you want the truth or do you want me to dance around it?”
This time both eyebrows went up. “Always the truth. It’s the best way.”

“Your teeth,” I said. 

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Must be pimping day...but I'm a proud mom!

My lovely girl child (not so much child now) has an amazing story in this SciFi collection HUMANS WANTED. If you dig that sort of stuff, or just good writing, you might want to grab a copy of said collection. It just went live today and was carefully curated and a Kickstarter to boot. Go Indie!


This Friday!


I might be slightly excited. I'll be posting links etc super soon. Bear with me, it's been ages since I had a book release. I kind of forgot how exciting it is. And how to do it. So...winging it.


Tuesday, July 25, 2017

I murdered my phone...I need some happy...COVER REVEAL!

I was taking a picture tonight. Of this, ironically.

And then, I dropped my phone, and this happened (I hadn't even had any of the damn wine!). Oops, indeed! *sob*

That doesn't even do this spiderweb of cracks justice. Honestly, the fact that it still works boggles my mind. My new one arrives by Thursday, most likely. So, this one is limping along. I'm amazed.

Anyway, I need more than wine. I need some HAPPY. is my brand new Willsin Rowe cover for Lucky 7 my new collection due out August 4th from Excessica. Woop Woop! I'll take any silver lining I can get right now. Isn't it gorgeous? :) 


Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Time keeps on slipping slipping slipping...

Is it me or is time going faster nowadays? I used to manage to blog almost every day. Now if I squeeze in my workouts, my errands, feed myself and others, and manage at least 1,000-2,000 words of something, I feel like I've conquered the world.

So, random weird ass update: I'm 22,000 words into a new novel and still stoked about it. Working on a new collection. And the cover for THAT is in my hot little hands and I'll be posting it soon. Woohoo!

I just watched a really good movie called VIRAL the other night. J and I have found we reallllllly love the Blumhouse movies so I think that running through all the ones we haven't seen will be a summer goal. Along with eating all the gluten free cake and going to thrift stores.

As far as what I'm reading:
For fiction I'm still working on INTO THE WATER by Paula Hawkins
For non-fiction I just started THE SLIGHT EDGE by Jeff Olson

Remember I mentioned thrift stores? If you are a thrift store haunter like myself read below. Because I've noticed things that once upon a time would have been ridiculously low are now ridiculously high. It's kind of weird. Anyway, randomness here, I thought this blog on the topic was a good read and if your dig thrifting you might too.

Beyond that, hair is lavender!

There. Now you're all caught up. Update me on your stuffs and things and goings on in the comment if you want to share.


Thursday, June 1, 2017

Boom! Excited!

                                           *** BOOK FUEL! BRIGHT AND EARLY!***

Hey, lovelies. It's been a while since I was this excited about something I'm writing. And then the other thing I'm working on too. I can never do one thing at a time. You know that. :) In just this one week's time I'm stoked about the way a novel is going (my first dirty novel since Muse) AND about an upcoming anthology. Plus, I got a cover! A Willsin cover, to boot! But that's another blog and a reveal. Soon! Soon :)

A few of my favorite bits of the novel I've posted on FB/Twitter as I work are:

She nodded. “It was. And what’s your point?”
He leveled a finger at her and yelled “Ah ha!”
Had she been upright she’d have punched him. 
#WIP #lovehate

“Yep. You’re a grump but I’m a super nice guy.” His eyes seemed to be cataloging her messy living room and she bit back the urge to scream. Her house wasn’t ready. Why was he here? This was her personal messy space. 
“Remote,” he said, snagging it and handing it to her. She snatched it away and managed to resist the urge to beat him with it. #WIP #hatehate#laterlovehate

Okay, so sticking her ass in his face when he already found her attractive—annoying as all fuck, but attractive—might not have been the best plan. He tried to focus on empathy. He felt bad for her that she was damp. He felt bad that she’d hurt her ankle. He felt bad about that stick that seemed to be buried up her ass… #WIP #hatehate #laterlovehate

While I'm at it, I finished The Hatching and You Are a Badass at Making Money and have started the books below. So far, both are good. The SI book (Make Your Mark) is a bit more 'formulated' than You Are a Badass at Making Money, but we'll see where it goes. Who's reading what? Let me know in the comments.


Thursday, May 18, 2017

Kill Your Darlings

                                          *RIP, darlings. Photo by moi :)

I think the first time I read that phrase was in something Stephen King wrote. I have no idea if he's responsible for the phrase, I just know it's a damn fine phrase.

This weekend on Mother's Day girl child, J, and I went to see a movie. I won't name it just in case ;) heh. Spoilers and all. The point is, in said movie, the movie makers took kill your darlings to heart. We lost a character we suddenly loved and wow. Talk about a gut shot.

I told her that I was terrible at killing my darlings. I manage from time to time, but I tend to just fuck with my darlings but end up making things okay for them. My daughter, also a writer...not so much. She is not just a kill your darlings writer, she's an *angry god of apocalyptic proportions and you're lucky if you live to see the end* kind of gal. Bless her stinky little talented heart.

The conversation turned to some books where KYD was employed leaving the reader wounded and fragile. A handful of mine are:

Summer of Night by Dan Simmons
Bag of Bones by Stephen King
11/22/63 by Stephen King
Feed by Mira Grant

There are others but those jump to mind. I think as a writer my only truly successful instance IMHO of KYD was My Ending. And then that book actually became a prediction of my personal life on some level. If you've read it, you get it.

What are your KYD books? If you have any, drop me a comment. I'm always looking for new books to read. God knows the thousands in this house aren't enough. *faints* If I've read your favorite and agree I'll come and update the list!


Sunday, May 7, 2017

Full Circle

So tomorrow I plan to start a new book. And do some freelance. Freelance has pretty much been the only thing I've been writing for a while. I'd start things and then drop them. Start them, then drop them. Most recently was the book I was working on for NaNo. I got a good amount in and then phtttpht! I sputtered to a stop.

I have a book I'm pretty damn excited about. It's in my head, talking to me. Talking to me so much I was scribbling notes the other day at his apartment and J's like:
"What are you writing?"
"Yep. For a book."

It was kind of neat because he's never seen me in that mindset. It was a mindset I lived in constantly for many years. Then after Jim died I used writing as a retreat. Then the retreat became a prison. And then suddenly I found myself very happy and I only wanted to go to that place when I had to. Had. To. Which was weird and disconcerting because my identity is highly entwined with the word "writer". But I accepted it because forcing myself was even more disconcerting.

I am finally feeling the stirrings of excitement and joy for writing again. I've let go of the feeling that it's a retreat and residcoverted the feeling that it's my bliss. Writing got me through a fuckton of horrible days. It's how I kept my shit together. It was a blessing that I could so my job sitting by his bedside. It let me retreat from a reality that was often horrific. It was my coping mechanism, not just my job.

So I abandoned it when I remembered what happy felt like. I wanted nothing to do with it except the things I had to do to maintain income. I wanted to be happy. Enjoy my new relationships, my shifting life, my children. I wanted to spend this gap year for girl child with her and him and the boy and the other boy and do things. All the things.

Now, it's approaching girl child going away. I've been with J nearly a year. And finally, FINALLY, my brain is like, " know that writing thing you used to wake up every morning excited to do? I'm thinking maybe we should do that again. Ya know? See...I have this idea..."

And the next thing you know, I'm scribbling notes on paper I pilfered from his printer and telling him he can't read them yet because he'll jinx me. I've come full circle, I guess. Joy-retreat-coping mechanism-secret hideout-necessity for income-joy.

Man, it feels good to be back.

Tomorrow I start. Today, I read! Let me know in the comments what YOU'RE reading. Or hell, even what you're writing if you feel like it.

I've missed you all! :)


I'm reading two awesome books. Here goes:

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Under Construction

I'm starting to clean up the side bar and weed out old stuff. And add some stuff, and delete some stuff, and blog and other shit. Bear with me. Or dog. That's a dog, not a bear. So dog with me as I proceed to blog the blogs again. *fist pump*


Wednesday, May 3, 2017

I am not dead...

I know I've said that before. But I am not dead. My attitude about a lot of stuff I used to do often has been...well, see above. But I've got myself situated and I've found my writing joy again and I will be blogging again soon. Along with writing a new thing with the stuff and the sexy...

In the meantime, I hope everyone is doing well and full of badassery! Can anyone fucking believe it's May? No? Me either.


Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Half Way, Bitches...

Sorry I was swaying to invisible music. Also, here's the easy peasy link to the book I talked about. Girl Boss. Rock it like a girl. :)

Don't forget to let me know how you're faring with #NaNo!


Thursday, November 3, 2016

How To Kill Your Mother In Home Depot In Just One Easy Step

So last night J picks me up for dinner and to run around and just do whatever. We eat at a new place (for him). An 'old people' place, meaning in there we were spring chickens. And then the excitement comes--we have to stop at Home Depot for brass brads. I know what you're thinking: Stop! the excitement is too much! But as an aside, being with someone who makes everything seem fun is pretty awesome.

NOW back to my story! We go to Home Depot and I of course, somehow, don't ask me how, end up toting hardwood for the fire pit around the whole store. I'm the only person I know who can go into a store for nothing and end up with something like that.

The brads turn out to be a bust but then...we need wood something. Not glue. Wood filler. I think. Pretty sure. Yep, that's it.

So we go down the aisles and my phone goes off, a text from girl child, and I open it up and this is what I see:

And then my heart drops out of my body and I'm dead. Thank god at that point J was carrying the big thing of wood.

Of course, J hears this horrific gasp and turns around. I'm clutching my heart and light headed but I have managed to read the very small one line message BELOW those photos that says:

"Playing with Latex"

So I show him and he starts laughing. Granted, I got the whole soothing calm down back rub circles, but the bastard laughed the whole time while blood returned to my head and my face and my brain. It felt like it has all left.

Girl child is an artist. You know that. She can draw and paint and make things with clay that are shown at the Baltimore Museum of Art. She can write and she can fucking sing. And now she's branching into the world of movie makeup. Which I love. I even bought her a magazine one time in the Barnes and Noble and J and I watch back episodes of Face Off with her religiously. But that almost killed me.

So he's chuckling and my hands stop shaking enough for me to call her on my cell and I'm like " think next time you can send me a message before that says something like: HEY I'M GONNA SEND SOME MAKEUP PICS. I AM NOT DYING. I DO NOT NEED PARAMEDICS?"

He's still fucking laughing. She's baffled. And apologetic. And finally I say, "But good job, though."
"Good job. I literally thought I was going to pass out. That means you did a good fucking job."

And then for a few hours I still felt like I'd left my heart near the wood filler in Home Depot.

The end.


Tuesday, November 1, 2016

NaNoWhyMe...? aka WTF Am I Thinking?

Not sure why I decided to do this. J said because when you run there's no blood in your brain. I'm starting to think he's right. But if you're doing NaNo too, join me. Eep!

p.s. Happy Halloweenie. Here is my punkin :) (little graphic courtesy of J)

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Speaking of Spooky Reads...FREE Halloween Read

Speaking of spooky reads (like I was yesterday) I'm part of Circlet Press's countdown to Halloween. My free micro fiction story "Din-Din" is up today on their site. Read my story, go back and read the previous, then turn around and read forward. Read, read, read! And buy a Circlet book or three while you're at it.

Happy Halloweenie (countdown).


Boo! Spooky Reads For October

Time flies when you're losing your mind, then finding it again, then losing it again...[rinse and repeat]. But I am aware enough as I try to restructure life and work and slowly regain my sense of humor and urge to do more than watch TV and exercise, that it is October. And October has always been a favorite because I truly dig all things spooky.

For instance, I have snagged myself a guy who loves horror movies as much as I do. Correction: he loves them more. So I have seen some doozies lately that I didn't even know existed. And on top of that we are currently working our way through Tales From the Dark Side (hello 1984 and thank you, Shudder!). Just last night we witnessed Christian Slater at the tender age of 15 in an episode called A Case of the Stubborns. Oh yeah, Brent Spiner was in there too.

But I digress. I'm popping in to post some of my spookier tales for your consideration. I hope you can find something that makes your heart beat faster.


Two people lost and alone in life searching for answers…

Maddox visits abandoned sites to take photographs and figure out his future. He haunts the places that are monuments to the way he feels inside. Stark, empty, raw. And Olyvia searches for answers to her own painful
loss by hunting ghosts. Trying to comfort herself by seeking proof of an afterlife.

One haunted amusement park with a dark history…

Maddox and Olyvia recognize kindred souls in one another. But a chance to fully explore their connection is a luxury they may not have. There’s a ghost stalking Screamland hell-bent on revenge. And it’s targeting them. 


Wesley Moore, who bargains with a demon to find success. The price seems cheap when he's alone and his family has a history of early deaths. What he doesn't count on is falling in love with two different people just before his deal comes due. Can Wesley come away with his life and both the boy and the girl? 

**Originally appeared in Other Magical Creatures

Big Bad

Lust according to Ruby: You read those books where they explain it all away. They make it fine with rationalization. But what if I just want to? What if that's my whole reason? My life is not a romance novel. I don’t need justification. I’m a grown woman who knows what she wants. I want Ellis. And I want Tyler. And I won’t apologize... What’s worse than wanting both your best friend who’s a vampire and the just-back-in-town alpha werewolf you find yourself fixated on? Finding out that the werewolf in question wants you, too. But he isn’t too keen on the sharing part. Oh, and by the way, you’re his dead mate. Okay, okay, dead is harsh—reincarnated. What’s worse than that? Realizing that you believe the whole crazy tale of reincarnation. Because it seems to be true. And yet you still want them both—together. Vampire and werewolf and you in the middle. Stuck between two predators who want you and only you. To complicate it all, you find out that you can have it. With your new/old mate’s blessing. But just one time before he claims you as his. Are you brave enough to take it? That one shot? Well...Are you?

Long Lost

What's a girl to do once she's gotten her wolf? Spend Christmas in the belly of the beasts...or at least their Town. Ruby's loving her new life until a single phone call makes her knees go weak, bringing the near past back into her cozy present. Seems an old evil has returned in a brand new nasty package to take another swipe at Ruby. Ellis isn't about to let that happen, and neither are her friends, but Ruby discovers she will be the only one who can really do what needs to be done. And it turns out there are things at stake she never imagined. Things she's willing to die for.


The Divination Falls Trilogy

Lion Hearted
Beast in Me
Kiss Me You Animal

Happy Haunting and Happy Reading. Boo to you!


Thursday, September 8, 2016

If you think my blog's been neglected...

You should see my poor newsletter. I think I missed the release of at least three books. Um...yeah. So to kind of relaunch the Unapologetic Fiction newsletter and apologize for being the great silent one, I'm including a special story in the next newsletter.

This is a story with bite (heh. can you mebbe guess the kink?) that was only available on a pay site until now. Now it will be available on a pay site and to UF newsletter subscribers. I'll also mention those books I forgot to promote. And possibly some stuff that's in the works. I've been mulling over some stuff that's sort of thinking outside the box. I'd like to set the box on fire, actually, but we'll see.

If you're reading this and you already subscribe, sit tight, it'll be out in about a week. If you aren't a subscriber and want to be (don't worry, you might get one newsletter a month, often less, or might think I died!) got that way to ye olde sidebar ~~~~~~~>

p.s. Premature Friday dance. I ordered this tee from Teeturtle last week :)

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Things That Are Nice: Part One

Today hasn't been the most spectacular day, so I kind of decided instead of getting all fuckety in an angry way I'd get fuckety in a different way.

Fuck it, I figured, I'll list things that are nice. That should work. Won't fix the day but it will draw my attention to some good stuff. Right?

Can't fucking hurt, can it? Nope. Let's go!

1. Writing when you want to scream. That is nice.
This morning I had an appointment that I dreaded. I felt equal parts sad and angry and impotent. That's quite a combination. Somehow, after weeks of not being able to wrangle my writing habits very well, I managed to throw myself head first into some submissions I wanted to get done. I was still angry, sad, and impotent, but I had almost a full story under my belt.

2. My dog. My dog is nice. He is the nicest fucking dog and he will lick you within an inch of your life.

3. My dog loves the person petting him in that adorable picture. That is nice. There is a new person in the pack and Oyv adores J. So that is what I call a win-win.

4. Someone said: "An instant wank bank favourite this is one I would definitely recommend to my friends." about my story Appetizer in Rose Caraway's book in this review. No one had ever said that particular thing about my work and it made me laugh. That was all kinds of nice.

5. Alison Tyler and I haven't been able to talk for ages on ye olde telephone. So she's been sending me shit in the mail. Real mail. Letters, notes, etc. Now that is fucking nice. And she is a dreamboat of a friend.

There's some nice stuff. I'm sure there will be more poopy days. And I'll be posting more nice stuff because...can't hurt, right?

p.s. The evening ended up being much better than the day.

Sunday, September 4, 2016

I’m Not Dead: Love, Reboots, Writing and Other Random Weirdness

 So yeah…

It’s been ages since I’ve blogged. That is both due to laziness, life, and by design. (snort, sorry, couldn't resist the graphic).

I have attacked the things I want to say from various angles and been dissatisfied with most. The thing is, I’ve always been a very real human being on my blog. Sometimes too human, I think. I don’t just update readers about work. I update about life and love and humor and sadness. Go on, I’ll wait, scroll through if you don’t believe me. Hop around. Hit a few years. Spot check different months…

My point is, my blog isn’t just for promotion or updates about my work. It’s to spotlight my friends, fellow authors, and a whole damn lot of it is just me. Messy, crazy, me.

Which means a lot of you reading this were there for diagnosis. And there for chemo and radiation. There for when things got bad. And there for the very end.

Believe it or not we’re creeping up on the two year mark. Two years since the word WIDOW was thrust upon me.

Truth be told, I have a shit ton to say about those two years. It’s the writer thing, I guess. You didn’t really feel it unless you can write about it. There are so many things I’d like to excise from my head and explain. Not just to chronicle it, but to share it with others who might need to read it. Just like I did with this particular blog right after Jim was diagnosed.

But like I said, every angle I attack it from leaves me dissatisfied. Because those of you who’ve been here since 2000-whatever (whenever the fuck I switched from SmutGirl to this blog) and before should read the things I want to say as humbly and honestly and lovingly as I can state them. And maybe I’m just not there yet. Two years, in the scenario of loss and grief, is both an eternity and a blink of the very flawed human eye.

So what I can tell you is this:

*Life does indeed go on and it can get better. And then it can get good. And then it can get great. You’ll find yourself super fucking happy one day and for that first split second of recognition be very, very confused.

*I am still writing. I am back to writing shorts again. Which is odd. I’d kind of stopped them unless and editor contacted me and specifically requested it. Now I’m back in the thick of it and kind of digging it.

*I am working on a novel that is NOT erotic. Shut your eyes, rub them, read them again…you read it right. Not erotic. Let’s see how that plays out.

*I do have two erotic novels half done but I’m not sure where we stand right now. I’m still petting them and plying them with wine and chocolate. We’ll see. Long time readers might recognize one of them: A Many Splintered Thing

*I have someone in my life. And to just rip that band aid right off and do the fuck it thing: I love him. Very much. He is a good, good man. And you all know how I feel about good men. (Um…Johnny Rose comes to mind)

*I do not wake up anymore and think: “Oh, shit. I’m still here…”

*I wake up and wonder what my day will bring. And what will be said or done to make me laugh or make me feel grateful or make me just kind of tilt my head back and say thank you to no one in particular.

*I will be picking up with blogging and getting back to the playlist blogs (if I still have yours, Christ, I am so sorry lol)

*I look forward to seeing what this new life brings me. Because it is A NEW LIFE. Something I have tried to explain more than once. I am not the same person I was three years ago. I am a whole new beast. And this is not the same life I had three years ago. This is a reboot. So everything is new. That is both amazing and utter weirdness. However, if you’re a writer worth their salt (at all, right writers?) you have to embrace new and strange and terrifying. It’s the only way to roll. And write.