Friday, August 31, 2012

It's Friday!

Go crazy with the cheez whiz or...ya the dachshund thing and take a nap:

Your choice! What does your weekend involve? Mine involves: baking something gluten free and magical (haven't decided what yet), running the girl to the bookstore, the boy to the camera store and possibly you know, sprawling somewhere comfy and finishing this book I'm ready.

Have a super weekend!

p.s. if you're in the mood to read too and are looking for something to satisfy your naughty palate I recommend Captivated from Mischief Books or ya know...*ahem* book Restless Spirit from Xcite. ;)

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Maximum passion...

The cover for my Mischief Books novel Boys Next Door. *gasp!* I'd say more but with all the high pitched squeaks, whistles and pops I'm emitting, I think only the dog can hear me now.


Tuesday, August 28, 2012

If you read this and think I'm making it up...

Resistance Chairs
I swear it's all true. Sadly. My guest blog is up at the Girls Who Score blog with an excerpt of my story "Chairs". Peruse the other blogs while you're there. Editor Ily Goyanes has done a lovely job!

When you read this blog, you'll probably want to laugh. I give you permission. Because I am that awesome.


Monday, August 27, 2012

Thought I'd give you...

 Upper Butte Creek Falls 

a peek at where I am. In my head, at least. I'm working on book 2 of a 3 book deal, so yay! Very happy to be sitting here with one eye open to get back to my manuscript. Okay, mostly happy--my baby starts high school today and I am a bit...*sniffle*. She's ready and I'm thrilled for her, but my goodness, did time fly!  Not sure I'm ready for this :)

Now I have a question for you reader people. I was walking the dog this weekend and thinking about the way my memories work. For me, the easiest way to trigger a memory is through music or scent. Smells zap me back in time lickety split. Very easy for me to smell cologne or even certain foods and remember things vividly. The other trigger is music. I admit to having whole albums (yes! Albums!) that I can't listen to because they are linked--in this twisted maze of my brain--to tumultuous or painful times. I just found out this is not so for others. Some people think music is! And do not mentally link every song to an event. Ha! What um...*ahem* nuts!

So what about you? What are your easiest ways to trigger memories? Is music just music to you or are you like me? Is music a secret link to the past? ;) Do tell!

Sommer who is laying off the coffee...but dude, it's caffeine free @.@

Friday, August 24, 2012


I don't have a ton to say. Frankly, the next few days is going to be a mad scramble to accomplish the following:

Some work on book 2 of my upcoming series.
A short spur of the moment submission.
Baking, baking and more baking for visiting family this weekend.
And um...about 27 more episodes of Doctor Who.

See, I made girl child a promise that I'd begin Doctor Who with her after her tonsil surgery this summer. I was doing it to amuse her. So yeah, then...
Christopher Eccleston! Love, love, love. And I only got the hunky Doctor for ONE SEASON. I was distraught. No one would ever replace Doctor 9 for me. No one! Everyone kept saying I'd love David Tennant but bah! What did they know?....

David Brilliant Tennant! Brilliant!Oh my god. It only took a few episodes for me to be entirely in love. I think he's my Doctor now, period. I had three seasons. Three! The final being my favorite, when he was with Donna because Donna was...wait for it~~~~~> Brilliant! She was, in my opinion, so far the best companion. Funny and sweet and kind and no bullshit. Doctor 10+Donna=awesome. And then...*sob*...

Now, I do like Matt Smith as Doctor 11. I do! I think he has his own quirks and humor and sometimes he's even almost cute. But...he's not my Doctor. Not in my heart. I'm still taking certain scenes and imagining David Tennant doing that scene whilst doing that birdie thing with is tongue when thinking or stumped or even using his Sonic Screwdriver. *sigh*

So you can see what *I* did this summer. Got my official geek membership card. Awesome!

p.s. If you don't do Doctor Who, you're probably stumped right now. Come back soon for an normal non-Who blog ;)

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Twisty, turny, windy...

Hotness? And yes! For a good cause. Awesomesauce.

My story Making Me Do Things (originally appeared in Coming Together: For the Cure to benefit Breast Cancer Awareness) is now in the new BDSM anthology Coming Together: With A Twist. And would you get a gander at that fabulously intense, and yet, somehow sweet, cover!

The deets:

Coming Together: With a Twist is a collection of BDSM erotica & erotic romance from various Coming Together publications.

All proceeds from the sales of this anthology as well as any individual titles released in ebook or audiobook will benefit the Pancreatic Cancer Action Network.

Authors include:
Alessia Brio, Jude Mason, Nicole Gestalt, Lisabet Sarai, Sommer Marsden, Amelia June, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Mari Freeman, and Xan West.

At $2.99 it's a steal. A steal for a good cause. Go grab yours HERE (or at your favorite vendor).


Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Alllll Aboard!

Sorry, I couldn't resist. I just saw that my story Sugarshuttle Express, part of the Naked Delirium antho out from Sweetmeats Press, is available for purchase as a single on Smashwords. Nifty! Whooo-whooo! (those are my meager train noises).

I've been felled by a several day long headache, so if I'm not making sense, come back tomorrow. Maybe I will be. Mebbe ;)


Friday, August 17, 2012

Her name is Dawn...

And this is her ass crack. Seriously. I've been up since 4.30 this morning. First I woke up when the (poor poor) man had to get up at 4.30. Then I dozed off and he came back to warn me that there was glass all over the kitchen floor and not to walk in there in my bare feet. Then I wondered how the glass got there. Was the dog down there? Had it flown into his bowl at all? Did someone knock it over and not clean up or...yada yada yada. I gave up and got up at about 5.30.

So here I am, clutching my coffee and working on my book (and retyping half of what I write because I become severely dyslexic when I'm tired) and trying very hard to remember what I said I'd tell you yesterday. I believe it was about good news. So here goes:

This book is out like...any minute! Some time today, I think, actually. And I'm in it with my story Sugarshuttle Express. Very excited to be included in Sweetmeats latest offering and I cannot wait to see this little beauty in person.

These two lovelies are out soon from HarperCollins Mischief line and...yep! In 'em. My story Property Of is in The Boss, along with authors like Justine Elyot, Giselle Renarde and Kate Pearce and my offering Tea Dresses appears in Too Fast for Love along with authors including Rachel Kramer Bussel, Emerald and Elizabeth Coldwell. Woohoo!

Speaking of HarperCollins Mischief Line...I can finally announce that my book Boys Next Door will be included in their steamy September lineup. I am beyond excited. Can't wait to have a cover to share!

And...*sips coffee*...oh! (It takes a minute for my synapses to fire at the moment).

My story A Long, Hot Hammer will be included in Smut in the City put together by the fabulous Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse. How's that for nifty?

I think that is everything. I could be wrong. I am PROBABLY wrong, but I am running on a tiny shred of sleep and my one allowed cuppa for the day. So...yeah. Wish me luck. I have all kinds of words to go jumble up and a bunch of other stuff to screw up too!

p.s. I think I am taking the weekend off (worlds collide, Jerry!) so have a great one! :)

Thursday, August 16, 2012


Thank goodness! This makes me feel better about what feels like a constant carousel of projects. To see even more advice from some very famous authors, go check out this fun article from . Mark Twain, as usual, cracked me up. Have a great day ;)

p.s. I have lots of good news to share but am in too much of a rush today to do it. Back tomorrow with the down low or the up high or the...let's just call it Yay! :D

Monday, August 13, 2012

There's things that you guess, and things that you know...

And I know all the Twitter chatter from my British friends had me running to Youtube to enjoy me some George Michael. I am so tired I'm stupid today but am posting this for fun. I love the entire Faith album (yes, album!), it came out around the time I lost my um...yeah. I'll let you do the math.

Have a great day. Now click that play button and sing along. You know you want to. What's your definition of dirty, baby? What do you consider pornography....


Friday, August 10, 2012

I hope to not do...

99/365: Relax

very much at all this weekend. Starting today with going out to lunch with my mom.That will be the fun (overdue) kick off to laziness. I'm sure I'll end up doing stuff. I'll just do it in my own time. :)

The last few weeks I've been twisting myself up in knots over really strange stuff. What's this one's doing or that one or that person over there. And do I measure up, am I good enough and why haven't I ____________ (fill in that blank with something mind fucky and you'll be in my head space of late). And then the other night, out of nowhere, I switched my thinking up and realized, I am so lucky. So fucking lucky! I earn a living (it varies, but it is a living, albeit a humble one) doing what I love. What. I. Love. What I have always wanted to do for as far back as I can remember.

And suddenly, what that one or that one or the one over there was doing versus what I was doing seemed very irrelevant. The how blessed I am part of the whole scenario seemed like everything. Amazing what turning your thoughts on their head can do for you. Right?

So this weekend will be attempts to grow things and cook things and eat things and watch things and read things and maybe even write things. But in their own good time and when I feel like it. Because Monday will be here in a blink.  (But don't actually blink because then the Weeping Angels will get you. Yes! We finally hit *that* episode in our Doctor Whoathon. Yay!)

Have a great weekend! And if you want to read dirty, check out the post below. My novel Restless Spirit is now available in the US in paperback. Woohooo!


Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Well, spank my ass and call me Sally...

Ha! It's finally here! After a brief delay (was due out August 1st) my erotic novel Restless Spirit is finally available in PRINT here in the USA! Woohooo!

Very excited. I've been waiting forever (it feels like) for it to be here. And it's here! *happy dance*. Here's a little bit of what you'll find inside.

From Restless Spirit 
by Sommer Marsden

My hand slammed the rock wall and there was a moment where confusion made my head ache. Shepherd used a bungee cord to loop me to the brace for the overhead shelf.
‘Shepherd,’ I whispered.
My other arm was moved overhead and he took another bungee cord from the counter. When I was secure, despite some struggling, he stepped back.
Dropping onto the stool, he sized me up. ‘See, I think you took control with that baseball bat with that loser ex of yours. Even now you’re actually in control.’
I laughed. It was an angry laugh tainted by a vein of fear. ‘Oh yeah?’
‘Yeah. Say kitchen and I let you go. That’s your word.’
Kitchen. Kitchen where he’d seen me with Reed. And still he’d come to talk, apologise at the restaurant and then later in bed he gave me what I needed when I asked.
And I’d freaked and tossed him out. I hadn’t allowed myself any solace in him or him in me.
‘Say it,’ he said.
I shook my head. Instead I said, ‘I told every one of you that I wasn’t interested in–’
He held up a hand. ‘Yep, I know – a commitment. I get it. And I had no interest in one, either. Trust me. And I still wish I didn’t …’ He looked up and away. Finally those eyes settled back on me and he said ‘I wish I didn’t have these flashes of … wishing.’
I got that. I knew what he meant.
‘What do you want from me?’ I hissed. I truly did not want to have this conversation. I truly did not want to have to … face him.
‘Your trust.’
‘You have it,’ I said, shaking the cords and thusly the shelf over my head.
‘I don’t think so.’ He scratched is beard and walked to me. We were so close again I could feel the heat radiating off of him. It was in direct opposition to the cold that seemed to seep from the stone wall to my back.
‘I’m tied here aren’t I? I haven’t said … that word.’
It did not escape my notice – or his, judging by his face – that I did not say “kitchen”.
‘But last night instead of letting me see your fear – instead of explaining to me what you felt – you ran me off.’
‘Shepherd, I didn’t even know what I was feeling,’ I growled.
‘No excuse,’ he said and kissed me.
His tongue and teeth and lips bullied mine and he cut off any of the protests I might have tossed at him. I didn’t see the knife in his hand until he pulled back.
‘What’s that?’ My tongue was clumsy in my mouth and my heart raced with sickening speed. I tried to take a deep breath and failed.
‘A fork,’ he joked and winked at me. ‘Don’t’ worry. There’s no bloodletting in my home. But I owe you some new digs,’ he said.
‘New–’ But then I got it because he sliced my sweater from neck to waistband and I stood very, very still to let him do it. I was no fool. Then he cut the little piece of lace that held my bra cups together in the front.
‘And a bra,’ he said, looking up from where he knelt.
I had enough time to pray he didn’t plan to do that to my jeans too when he undid my button with his big fingers. Then the zipper hissed and he shoved the denim down to my ankles. The knife was back to ruin my pale green panties.
‘And panties,’ he breathed, pressing a hot kiss to the swatch of skin right above my mound. My belly fluttered, my pussy got more slippery still and I willed him with the power of my staggered mind to put his mouth two inches lower and make me come. Give me that rush and buzz of release.
Instead he stood and wiped his hands on his jeans. ‘I’ll be back,’ he said.
‘You … what?’ I struggled enough to make him smile. ‘That is so not funny.’
‘It’s not meant to be.’
‘I … where are you going?’ I asked, forcing myself calm. Making myself take a deep breath and hold it for a count of four before I passed out.
‘I was just about to make some lunch when you showed up. You want any?’
I looked at myself pointedly and then glared at him. ‘Sure. Naked and bound in your hobbit hole is totally a place to eat lunch.’
‘I could feed you,’ he said and to accent his words he placed one lone fingertip between my legs and pressed my clit like a button.
I gasped. Furious. Aroused. And damn it, now I realised, hungry.
‘No,’ I whispered.
‘Fine by me. But I am starved. Be back in a few. And while you’re up there, ponder this. What’s with you and Adrian? He’s a boy. What’s with you and pretty boy? You’re smarter than that. It smacks of fear and running and denial.’
‘Oh and you are the perfect man for me?’ I snapped, again staring at my bonds.
He shrugged. ‘I don’t believe in perfect. I don’t even think I buy that soul mate shit. But I do believe in connections. I do believe in energy recognising compatible energy. I don’t have a word for it,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘But I believe you can look at someone – maybe one someone in your whole life – and feel this instant …’
Zap, I thought. Lightning.
He shrugged those massive shoulders. ‘I’m doing a really bad job of explaining this, but I bet you dollars to donuts, you know what I mean.’ He pressed his lips to mine once more, pushed his finger back between my legs for one heart stopping second and then he walked up the stone steps and out into the unseen day.
‘Well, shit,’ I said to no one but me and the four walls.

Monday, August 6, 2012

The Long and Short (Review) of it is...

I love fall and winter! A lot. And boy howdy am I counting down until fall arrives. If you go check out my guest spot at Long and Short Reviews you'll see just how much I love cooler weather. And if you comment, you're automatically entered into the weekly contest. Huzzah! Now go! Go watch me count down to fall.

There are only...TOO MANY DARN days left! :)


Friday, August 3, 2012

You had me at campy...

A lovely kitten happened to review my book Long Lost and gave me a five star Recommended Read at Hotly Ever After. And as if that wasn't good enough, this caught my eye in the review:

The writing is very solid, the voice is fantastic, and it has that 90’s campy vampire feel sort of like The Lost Boys which I think is what endeared me to the story in the first place. 

You had me at campy but sealed my never ending love with The Lost Boys comparison. Fab-you-luss!

Read the full review HERE.

And yes! I am not supposed to be reading reviews, but at least once a week I break that rule and I read one (good, bad or ugly) and then I put a dollar in the jar. Hey, don't look at me that way, at the end of August the money goes to charity. Not sure which one yet, but given my inability to keep myself in check they're getting something out of me one way or the other!


Thursday, August 2, 2012

69 is the perfect number...

Especially when you're talking about a beautiful antho like this. Behold! I am in Alison Tyler's latest Harlequin collection called 69 Sultry Short Stories of Need and Desire. Go treat your reading device to a naughty little present ;)

Check out the fabulous authors:

Countdown by Violet Blue

The Kitchen Kink by Alison Tyler
Hare Coursing by Janine Ashbless
Pulse by Vida Bailey
Speed Mating by Sophia Valenti
Permission by Justine Elyot
Star Fucker by John Albert
The Redi-Wash by Jax Baynard
Selections from a Bedroom Closet by Thomas S. Roche
Dress Rehearsal by Sommer Marsden
Good Cop, Bad Cop (a story) by Kristina Lloyd
Come at Six by Portia Da Costa
Plus One by Nikki Magennis
I Dare You by Emma Hillman
Two Ways by Dante Davidson
Manners by Georgia E. Jones
Another Country Heard From by Eric Williams
Frosted Kisses by Vida Bailey
Summoned by Raziel Moore
His by Charlotte Stein
Talk to the Hand by Allison Wonderland
Three Days by Cate Robertson
Reclamation by Willsin Rowe
Open by Donna George Storey
Frozen by Aisling Weaver
The Welcome Wagon by Sophia Valenti
Hot Cross Buns by Shanna Germain
Granny Panties by Sommer Marsden
Touchless by Alison Tyler
Cast Party by Jeremy Edwards
Fall Back by N.T. Morley
Love, Honor and Obey by Janine Ashbless
Permissive by Justine Elyot
Hot in the City by Saskia Walker
Add It Up by Nikki Magennis
Crossed by Dante Davidson
The Funeral by Georgia E. Jones
Floating in Blue by Teresa Noelle Roberts
Suite Surprise by Cate Robertson
Shoulders by Donna George Storey
Saturday by Willsin Rowe
Based on a True Story by Kristina Lloyd
The Barest Offering by Aisling Weaver
Hers by Charlotte Stein
Translation by Sommer Marsden
Dessert by Sophia Valenti
Skill by Aisling Weaver
Attic Moment by Janine Ashbless
Satisfied Customers by Ashley Lister
Closing Distance by Raziel Moore
Friends in Need by Saskia Walker
Homecoming by Willsin Rowe
The Long Afternoon by N.T. Morley
Naked Lunch by Angell Brooks
Just a Kiss Away by Thomas S. Roche
Goes by Sommer Marsden
Waking the Neighbors by Heidi Champa
Ours by Charlotte Stein
Mathematics by Nikki Magennis
Laplanders by Jeremy Edwards
Slave Market in Monochrome by Kristina Lloyd
In the Cold with You by Victoria Janssen
Listen by Emma Hillman
Come at Nine by Portia Da Costa
The Eskimo Game by Donna George Storey
Reflection by Saskia Walker
Permitted by Justine Elyot
Never Alone by Alison Tyler
Every Dollar by N.T. Morley
A is for Anal, Z is for Zenith by Shanna Germain
How Early? By Thomas Roche

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Greedy Greedy Greedy (Extension of Deadline)


I have a goodly amount of zombie stories, but could still do with a few more. Because I'm greedy that way. Lots of folks have said they were working on a story but missed the deadline. So...keep working. You have until AUGUST 31ST now to get me your zombie stories. Remember~ zombies are required, sex (from sweet to smoking) is required, but zombie sex is NOT required! Go forth and bring me your story of the undead. Any questions, feel free to ask! for the full call (warning date might be listed as original date July worries. It's Aug 31 now!)