Saturday, August 31, 2013

Forget all that other stuff. Justine Elyot is here!

Today I have one of my favorite writers ever. Justine Elyot! She is so talented it makes my head spin. Her stories always pull me in to the point where I forget all the important things I need to do and can only focus on the words she's put down. Good stuff.

Happy long weekend. Let's see about Justine's new release, shall we?


It's appropriate that I'm writing a blog about a self-published book for Sommer,
because she is one of the people who inspired me to take this step. I'd seen her
working to set up her December Ink press, watched with interest the progress of such
books as Wanderlust. I even contributed a story to her down-and-dirty Gritty anthology (read it).

I knew, in short, that it was doable. And nowadays so many stories fall between the
cracks of the publishers' guidelines – both the written and unwritten ones – that self publishing has come into its own. There is great work to be found, if you have the will
to look for it.

That's why I decided to self-publish my novella, Ask No Questions. It's a funny length
and it's a little bit out of my usual zone so I thought I'd try it on Kindle Select. It
isn't doing too badly – the five day free promotion feature has given it a place in my
top 10 selling titles this month, which means I might earn an extra couple of quid in
September. Maybe.

If you want to know a little more about the book, here's the blurb:

Lonely Rhys is too busy with his hill farm to take holidays, but when
he finds a strange girl asleep in his barn, he embarks on a different
kind of holiday - from real life.

In their intense little bubble of pleasure and freedom, neither of
them wants to be the one to break the spell until, one day, external
forces intervene and they are forced to discover exactly who they
are - and what they want.

And…an excerpt:

Rhys didn't much want to get out of bed, but the unexpected break in the
weather combined with Skip's whining and scratching at the door left him little

"Right," he said, sitting up with an effort. "These sheep aren't going to dip
themselves. I need to get on."

"Ohhhh." Kim pouted and tried to pull him back down. "Don't go. It's going to
rain again in a minute, I promise."

"Listen, my little nymphet, sex can wait but sheep can't. I've got to take
advantage of this sunshine. Don't worry. I'll save some of my strength for you."

"You better had."

He kissed her nose.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"I'll come out with you."

"All right. What are you going to put on your feet though?"

"Oh. I dunno."

"This is ridiculous. We need to get to town, get you some clothes at least."

"I'm fine, honestly." She grabbed his hand. Her eyes were earnest, and slightly
fearful. "Haven't you got a spare pair of wellies?"

"Yeah. They're size eleven. What are you?"

"Oh. Four."


"I'll just put my old ballet slippers on. They're ruined anyway. Bit of mud
won't make much difference. Oh, don't look like that. I want to come and see you
being all sheep-farmer-y on the hills. One man and his dog. I used to watch that when
I was a kid. Can you do all those special whistles?"

He shook his head, smiling, defeated.

"Come on, then. Get your kit on. My kit, that is. And don't forget – no

Despite his recent exertions, the thought sent an undeniable message to his
groin and he had to put his pants on in a hurry before things got out of hand.

Skip hurled herself at him the minute he opened the door and chased them
down the stairs, snuffling in puzzlement at Kim's thighs so she had to push the dog's
face away.

Rhys frowned disapprovingly at the figure she cut in her silly shoes and bare
legs, his jumper wrapped around her again, but there was nothing to be done about it.

As soon as the rain started again, he was taking her into town for some decent wellies,
though. No two ways about that, whether she liked it or not.

Rhys and Kim are available at Amazon for Kindle:



Thanks for reading! And thanks to Sommer for having me!

Thursday, August 29, 2013

A good reason not to eat fruit...

Fruit Platter

Fruit flies.

I battle with these little bastards every year, it seems. But for some reason they're really bugging me this year. Heh. Bugging me...

I remember the year we got 'the guinea pig'. That was what the folks who owned him before us called him. "The guinea pig". We named him Mr. Nibbles. What no one told me was that he came with a cage, some bedding, some food, a water bottle, and apparently a year's supply of fruit flies. I still believe they somehow flew out of his butt when no one was looking.

That summer I spent in battle with the fruit flies. I vividly remember, when school finally started at the end of August, sending the kids off on the school bus, having my second cup of coffee and then getting my Dyson vacuum and sort of winding it around myself with the long silver metal attachment and going through the house like Sigourney Weaver in Aliens sucking up fruit flies. Okay, I admit that made me feel a bit bad ass. But still, they were a constant in my home. Flitting about, being annoying, dying IN MY WINE. Fruit flies.

So now I shop at various places and this one place I shop I always seem to come home with extra guests for dinner. I swear it should say "A one pound purchase of sweet potatoes comes with free fruit flies." Or apples...or bananas...or kiwis.

Sure they carry odd items you see in Foodnetwork Magazine but they also carry the bane of my existence. Flying annoyance.

I'm not even sure if they're fruit flies, to be honest. The ones that came with Mr. Nibbles were bigger and black, these are small and brown. And then there seems to be some other mystery fly that is smallER and brownER than the other one.

The problem is they all want my wine. (fuckers) Also, they all seem determined to fly up my nose. It could be worse. I could be like my mom. She hates (regular house) flies to much that several years back my sister gave her small food 'tents' for her birthday. The reason being in years before that if a fly got in the house during a summer cookout or a gathering you would walk in to find the food table and snack stuff shrouded in white napkins. It looked like the worlds smallest morgue.

I don't go that far. I've just started leaving out a small glass of wine just for them. May they all die drunk and happy.

The way I plan to go. Heh.



Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The End...

Butt At Bonnaroo

And...I finished. Done. The end. Over. The fat lady has sung. Roll up the carpet. Lock the door. And any other thing that means it's over. I finished my novel today. I started it right after the man was released from the hospital. It feels like I've been writing it for eons.

I'm going to take a little break, maybe write some short stories, or maybe write some nothing, and then move on to next book. Which is banging on the inside of my brain demanding to be let out.

Speaking of my brain, it's very excited because it realized that in one week THIS COMES OUT! Yay! My brain is doing a happy dance. You just can't see it. Because...well, because it's in my head. ;)



Monday, August 26, 2013


is my day.

I did not sleep much last night. Today started school for girl child (wah! there goes my mini me). I feel slow and stupid and writing the end of a book while so is comical to say the least. I really hope that quote by Stephen King is accurate and I only feel like I'm shoveling shit from a sitting position. Ha!

I could go for way more coffee than I had but that will only mess up my stomach. So here I go, stumbling and shuffling through my day like one of my beloved undead zombie type people. Moooooooan...

Sometime this week I must go get a new computer (yes, I have hijacked the man's again). For the first time ever, I don't want to deal with the whole new computer thing. Too tired. Too in love with the old dead one. Just...don't wanna.

But I hafta. Or I need to go work at McDonald's or something. Which would suck because I can't eat any of their food.

See, I told you I was tired. This blog made no sense. But it did give me an excuse to post a minion on my blog. And that, my friend, is a good thing!


Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Gone Swimming...

Residents of the Century Village Retirement Community Gather Around Pool for Daily Exercise Session.

Making this today. Because I'm going to run off and hide in a pool for a few hours. Just a few. Just long enough to recharge my brain a little. Figured since full-on summer weather is back I'd take advantage and worship some sun. Good stuff. Have a great day.


Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Happily Ever Awesome...

It's pun intended. Okay, pun totally intended. Sometimes I crack myself up. Especially nowadays what with the fact that I've lost my mind!

But look what's headed your way. Happily Ever Anal. The fourth anal sex collection!

Alison Tyler says: "You'll be delighted by the dreamy stories in this (our fourth!) anal sex collection, featuring stories by Sommer Marsden, Jax Baynard, Sophia Valenti, Kristina Lloyd, and yours ever so truly."

How fucking cool is that?

Hope you'll pop us in your shopping cart when the time comes.

Quick Update: The man has entered phase two of treatment. This means a break and then IV chemo. Followed by follow up scans to see where we stand on surgery. So to all of you out there pulling for us, talking to me online, sending good wishes and thoughts and prayers and stories to the antho Alison Tyler is putting together...keep it up and thank you thank you thank you from the bottom of my dirty little heart. <3

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Shh...I have infiltrated the man's computer...

Because I can't stand that I have yet to show you...THIS!!! *trumpets*

My new cover for my almost here book from Ellora's Cave. To find out more about it go HERE.

Why did it take me so long to blog it though I got it the other day? Because if you missed the obituary via Twitter and Facebook, my computer bit the big one last Sunday and I've been operating mainly on iPad and Nook until I can get a new one. Which should hopefully be this coming week. The following week at the latest.

In the meantime I once in a while hop on the man's computer. It's alien to me. I have to type everything ten times because my fingers get misplaced (it's a bigger keyboard) and I end up typing stuff like this:

SHNOICHNE,micl.  koiiph 454552'

Which reminds me of what Alison Tyler said to me once when I answered an email to her late at night and thought I had my fingers on the right keys but did not.

"I don't speak drunk"


Off I go to finish cleaning and reading and generally wandering around my house doing the things that need to be done but at a slow Sunday pace.

Now that you have seen my lovely cover I know your Sunday is complete ;)

p.s. My winners for the full bookshelf contest were Sam Warren, Angela and Jess! They have chosen their books and if they are lucky sometime before Christmas I will get them in the mail. Kidding, kidding...mostly.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Winner, Winner, No Chicken Dinner!

Chicken & Malts

I have winners for my full bookshelf giveaway. Angela, Jess and Sam Warren. If those three people will send me their choice of paperback book I'll set about making that wish come true. Please let me know if you want it signed or "naked" and don't of them will have a Barnes and Noble gift card tucked inside. I won't know which (I've decided to let the man stick it in a random book). So let me know if you're the card winner when you get your books.

Thanks to all for commenting and for playing along. Meet me back here when the next shelf is full! :)



photo credit: pam's pics- via photopin cc

Saturday, August 10, 2013

We're slashing prices!

I tried really  hard to find a clip of one of those 1970s used car dealership commercials but failed. Nothing quite compares to the ones that were on TV when I was growing up. But I did find this nifty picture. Can you imagine a car for $35? I cannot.

I'm just popping in to say that all December Ink titles (self pubbed) are now 99 cents on Amazon. With the exception of Wanderlust and Gritty. All of them were older titles and I had them set at some pretty weird prices. From $1.29 to $1.69 etc. From back in the day when we were all trying to figure ideal prices for various things. I'll be working--slowly but surely--at changing them on all other sites as well. But time is limited.

Happy Saturday!


photo credit: KOMUnews via photopin cc

Thursday, August 8, 2013


My m/m novella Unexpected had a makeover. And I love the new cover. I hope it's coming to Amazon etc and not just the Xcite site. I found it by accident and can't read the tagline. When I get a bigger one (heh) I'll post again.

Love, love, love!

I also love this 5 star review I somehow missed for Unexpected on Amazon:

Fell In Love
Fell in love with the M/C's. Fell in love with the story.

I read a lot of books and I mean a lot, so when I find an author I like I look for other books. This book was written well. Funny with a little sadness, and of course a HEA which for me is a must. So now I'm off to see what else this author wrote.


I'm so glad Meme fell in love with my men. I know I did. :)

Theme of the day seems to be...LOVE.


Tuesday, August 6, 2013

That Other Voodoo That You Do: Lucy Felthouse edition!

Morning, morning. I know, I've been a bad, bad blogger. But I'm about to make that up to you with this guest post by Lucy Felthouse. I'd like to make this a regular thing so if you have other voodoo that you do when you're not writing, hit me up at sommermarsden[at]gmail[dot]com. I'd love to hear from you...

And now, welcome Lucy!



That Other Voodoo That You Do by Lucy Felthouse

First, thanks to Sommer for having me over here and for this fab idea for a guest blogging series.
So, what do I do when I’m not writing? Lots of things, many of them boring, but my favourite thing to do is to go out exploring the countryside with my other half and my dog, Scamp. I love country houses, mansions, castles, abbeys, ruins, stone circles, pretty villages and just any beautiful countryside. I’m a particular fan of the Peak District, as it’s got all of the above things, and so much more. It straddles several counties, and although I go there an awful lot, I see something new and fascinating each time I visit. I’m very lucky to live so close to it, though the plan is to sell enough books that I can buy a house and live there!

I love how the landscape is so different, from gritstone to limestone, to rolling hills and craggy moors, it’s just stunning. The photograph was taken near to The Roaches and Lud’s Church, which are two particularly interesting places. You can visit them easily both in one day if you do an eight mile walk or one at a time if you do four mile walks. They both have myths and legends associated with them, which just intrigues me further. The Roaches has a pond at the top which is alleged to house a mermaid... in a landlocked county. Go figure. And Lud’s Church is a chasm in the middle of some woods where it’s alleged that sunlight only hits the bottom (which is covered in sludgy mud – Scamp loved it!) on Midsummer’s Eve. A legend associated with it is that one of King Arthur’s knights came across it and got into an argument with a giant. Fascinating stuff. If you’re into that kind of thing, the Internet will definitely tell you more.

So, yeah, walking in and exploring the countryside is something I adore doing. I don’t really like climbing hills as I’m not very good at it, but I do it anyway so I can see the views from the top (Scamp has quite often assisted by dragging me up). I love views. It’s good exercise, mostly doesn’t feel like it, there are no crowds, the company is great and it’s inspiring. What’s not to love? If you’re ever in the Peak District, give me a shout and we’ll go and explore together.

When Katrina’s ex, Tom, turns up on her doorstep, he’s literally the last person she was expecting to see. After dumping her and running off with a vanilla chick, Tom broke the Domme’s heart and left her seriously hurting. So when he returns, begging for another chance, Katrina is understandably very confused and protective of her bruised feelings. She finds it very difficult to believe that he’s turned his back on a vanilla lifestyle for good and wants to be with her, a professional dominatrix. Rather than letting her head or her heart figure out what to do, whether to forgive him, she decides to put Tom through a series of challenges that will prove his devotion to her—or not. Testing Tom is not something she’d ever expected she’d have to do, but to her, it’s the only way she can be sure whether he’s back for good.

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Happy dance...scared the UPS man.

But I must admit the UPS man and the mail man are used to my crazy excitement and sometimes witness me doing a little jig.

Yesterday brought the two copies I ordered of Coming Together Treasures: Sommer Marsden. The inaugural issue of single author collections Alessia Brio is building for Coming Together. It's exciting all the way around. Don't forget to grab yours. All benefits go to . I might even do a happy dance for you if you tell me you bought one.