Monday, September 30, 2013

Pot Pourri...Bitch

Which translates to...a whole bunch of shit, yo.
First on the roster is...Breaking Bad. Do you watch it? Did you watch it? Oh, my God. Such a good finale in my humble opinion. We were all happy with the ending and how they tied everything up. The man tends to run when me and the minions watch BB. Why? Because it's more like some in depth college psych class than a TV show. We sit and talk off and on about characters, their intentions, their duality, how well they're written, what we think will happen. He just...runs.

Last night, I must give super big kudos to whoever thought to use the final song as the final song. I nearly cried.

Good, good stuff. There! See that. No spoilers at all. Just a final fun fact that we ate Good Bye Breaking Bad cupcakes.

Next up, holy crap! The last time I checked on my book Restless Spirit on Goodreads it had thirty/forty or so reviews/ratings. I went back the other day and um...620! What the hell happened? Well, apparently, it's on Netgalley. So if you Netgalley (see I made that into a verb?), check it out if you can. Someone even made me a killer pull quote 'poster'. It is awesome. You can see all the input on Goodreads.

And finally, chemo brain.

I've noticed that lately when folks come on and comment on my blog, I often answer them in my head but forget to actually do it on the blog. It happens on Twitter and Facebook too. So if you say something to me, and I do not answer, let me assure you that the most likely scenario is...I have answered you. Just not so you can see it!

Bear with me, folks, I was prepared for the man to get chemo brain but not me. However, I seem to have it too. I chalk it up to too much to do, too many plates on poles, too many balls in the air. We start round two of chemo tomorrow, so it will be going on bit longer, but keep talking to me! Because even if I forget to actually type my answer to you, I appreciate your comments and contact (and as always, your support!).

oh p.s.! Don't forget to check in daily to see if there's a stop for the Restricted Release:

Sunday, September 29, 2013

The First Level of Chaos...

Is, of course, none other than Alison Tyler. She's the first stop on my super laid back almost a blog tour for Restricted Release. She was tickled with her new title so she made this:

Of course she did. (Much like my Pinterest board and the Beastie Boys song) She's crafty.

Go check out AT's blog for insight on 'did this really happen?'. In this case it did. And it's not what you think.

Happy Sunday (go Ravens!).


Saturday, September 28, 2013

New stuff is new!

First up is Shameless Behavior which features my story Echo Chamber. Go grab a copy, read it, if you like it...go on make some noise. (That's a joke. You'll get it once you read the story). And might I just say, that is a spect-ass-ular cover! Click the image or go HERE.

Also new, new, new, the paperback edition of Finding Herself which features my novella Inventing Herself. Ta and da! This is one of The Secret Library books that has the flocking on the cover. The books are almost as much fun to hold and stroke as they are to read. *cough* Not that I've ever stroked a book...[lies!]

Just click the image or go HERE.

That's my update. Hope you're having a super duper weekend. We are having lovely fall weather. I'm ready for football tomorrow. And some of that pumpkin pie I made today!


Friday, September 27, 2013

Coming soon! A disorganized ball of chaos!

The most laid back blog tour ever! Not because I'm very laid back, mind you. Mostly because I wasn't quite on the ball this summer. I am now doing a blog tourish kind of thing. I've been invited to some very spiffy places to guest blog and hock my book. So stay tuned and I'll be posting links to site/blogs I'm appearing on as they happen. It's like real time reporting. Or reality TV! Or, ya know...a disorganized ball of chaos. Fun, fun chaos.


Wednesday, September 25, 2013


I can't believe I'm saying this but...17 years ago today I had this little fart blossom. (Pet name in this family). We brought him home and I was terrified. I had no clue what I was doing. And he cried...a lot.

All these years later I still have no idea what I'm doing. He does not cry very often anymore. But he eats...a lot.

Happy birthday, Boy Child! You are the best surprise I ever got, and once I got over the fear of you ending up on Oprah talking about what an awful mother I am, we sure had a lot of fun. We love you very much. (I'll show you this blog next year when you're legal to read my blog. Heh.)


Monday, September 23, 2013

All the little pieces...

76/365 - dumb missing last piece
Make me want to drink! Just kidding. Mostly.

I'm not talking about the jigsaw puzzles we've taken to doing recently. They, in fact, have become a little stress reliever for me lately. I used to hate them. I had no patience whatsoever for something like that, but we started doing them shortly after the man began treatment this summer and we're now wrapping up the third puzzle (1,000 piecers).

What I'm referring to is the fractured book I was working on when my computer bit the dust. I had the majority of it saved in the ether. So when my former baby went belly up I began to write a chapter at a time on my iPad. Then I misnamed a chapter. But I forgot and...*gasp*. It's just awful.

Yesterday my mother-in-law brought me a gift. Microsoft Office '13. Um...because "I know you need it for your work" (I was working all seat of my pants in various programs). This is what mothers do, I guess. So today was the big fat stress of installing it. Yes, I know, laugh if you want but it stresses me. Hey, I'm old and I worry to death when I have to do shit like that because I'm certain I'm going to fuck something up and render the whole damn thing useless. The first time we installed Word on a computer, years ago, the man had to wait for me to be asleep to install it so I wouldn't panic and spin out of control. *snort*.

Anyway, I finally got Word '13 installed, proved I was actually me to the fine folks at Microsoft, and was on my way to working when I thought to myself, "Hey, self! You know what would be awesome? To put that whole novel together now that we have Word and then I can begin to proof it tomorrow. The sooner it's proofed, the sooner it can be subbed." My self thought this was a great idea. Until I started to do it.

First I had to email myself the bulk of the book, then I began to go in and paste in chapters from text copies in my email. Um...until chapter 24 where it all fell to shit. I searched, read aloud, tried to piece together this quilt of pages and finally realized I had a document marked "Chapter 24 for real". Ha! End story is I have the book all Frankensteined together and I can begin proofing it (in Word, huzzah!) but God, what a fucked up way to arrive at the finish line. Two nervous breakdowns in one day.

Happy Monday right? Fun fact: the lady at the post office said to me as she handed me my receipt this morning: "Have a good weekend." I laughed, "Wishful thinking?". She laughed too. "Girrrrrrrrl."

Only four more days until the weekend! Girrrrrrrl...


Thursday, September 19, 2013

Oops! I almost forgot...

Non sono montagne

It's been a day and a half over here in Sommerland. You could even call it a 'day of dentists'. I won't bore you with the gory details but I will say I'm over at Lucy Felthouse's blog guest blogging about taking reviews with a grain of salt and the danger (an inescapable one, I think) of expectations when it comes to being a novelist.

I hope that made sense. I'm on painkillers.

Anyway, go see! And then go down (heh) below and check out what I have to say about Lunch.

p.s. those aren't grains...they're mountains. Which is much more along the lines of what I need ;) photo credit: lorca56 via photopin cc

Sommer Does "Lunch"

I'll be honest I picked up Lunch because it was written well before there were 50 Shades of 50 Shades knock offs everywhere you looked. In fact, it was written waaaaaay back in the way back machine called the late 90s. I picked it up because something about it intrigued me. I picked it up because curiosity killed the cat. But satisfaction brought her back.

And I was not disappointed.

In fact, I was a bit startled.

First off, the book is written in a bizarre first person omniscient voice that really tripped me up in the beginning. I hated it. I resented it. I did not like it. In fact, I am putting this book down right...after one more page.

So I got used to the voice. And I must note, with much hand waving and shouting, that Karen Moline somehow wrote a charged erotic book while only using the word cock once. And the other buzz words nonce (which is my at-home word for none or no times). What...the...what?

I read it in great big bites, until I couldn't. Meaning I'd read a huge chunk and then I'd put it down for a whole day or two. Because it was emotionally exhausting while still being thoroughly engaging. I loved it, I hated it, I thought about reading it but would deny myself (said the masochist). Then I'd grab it and head to the porch with my wine and throw myself into it. Much like Olivia, the main character, giving herself over to Nick. I loved to hate it and hated to love it. Mostly because there were some very erotic scenes, but also some borderline disturbing ones (and toward the end, some that weren't borderline at all) and despite that, I couldn't quite stop. Just like Olivia again.

The book is touted as a novel of erotic obsession. It didn't tell me I'd develop my own odd little obsession with it. So, there you have it. My confession.

I'll admit, I don't read a lot of erotica. *blink blink*. Now before you get your pitchforks and torches and accuse me of shunning my very own genre of all things, I don't read a lot of it because I spend 8-12 hours of my day immersed in the world of erotica. And when night comes and my brain shuts down it wants to read a book that deals with crime or horror or humor or even one of those books that defy genre. It does not want to deal with naughty bits. Unless, you know, me and my brain are getting lucky. That's a different story.

The fact that I read Lunch at all was odd. The fact that I kept going and got past the weird first person voice that irked me was a miracle. The fact that I loved it was a shock. But I did. I urge to give it a shot whether you're a new reader of erotica or have worked your way through the pile of 50 Shade clones. And when you do, come tell me what you think. If you agree with me or just think I'm wonky. Either way, I think you should give it a go. You can thank me later.


Wednesday, September 18, 2013

*gasp* (I'm late, way late, so what?)

 I just stumbled over this song on True Blood: Soundtrack Volume 2 . But apparently Robbie Robertson has a new, and by new I mean I'm only 2 years behind, CD out under the same name.

I recently had a conversation with Alison Tyler (who else, right) about this album (yes, album!) from back in the day. And how I played the tape (yes, tape!) until is snapped And how if he sang anything at all to me in that voice of he's I'd probably let him do just about anything he wanted to me. Pretend I didn't say that.

There's something about a good voice. It's a vice of mine. Just like good forearms. If you feel like it, tell me your weakness when it comes to wooing.


Tuesday, September 17, 2013

From the Vault...

On a whim (not really, more due to something Alison Tyler said. She's the angel on my shoulder. Or maybe she's the one dressed in red on the other shoulder. Heh.) I decided to look back in time to see what I'd blogged about two years ago today.

Apparently, I was talking about my short Nothing But the Boots and the term "best selling author". Which is what my publisher called me. Never get used to that.

HERE'S WHAT I SAID. And I can't help but notice that NBTB is now on Amazon.

Flashbacks are exhausting, man. I need some coffee. But for now we're off for a CAT Scan for the man. Fun stuff! Cross your fingers and your toes for us. Even your legs. But not your eyes, please, I'm phobic about that shit.


Saturday, September 14, 2013

Fall is coming...

You can see it creeping in around my stone lady. And yes! Now that I am a Whovian I wonder if she'd a weeping angel. Ha! But even is she is, I love her. I have been kinda obsessed with her since we moved into our current house. She lives nearby.

I guess my stone lady finally infiltrated my brain just enough because she is mentioned in the opening of my third Divination Falls book Kiss Me, You Animal. Which will be coming soon!

If you're curious about the DF trilogy books here's the rundown. They're my m/m shifter series and book one is Lion Hearted. Book two is Beast in Me. Book three is...currently kicking my ass. It's ready to be polished up, out and about. Soon!

Happy weekend. I hope your weekend is as lovely, fall-ish, kick ass and productive as mine. I am wearing my new sweatshirt and dorm pants (I swear that's what they're called, I don't understand it) and my feet are cold. MY FEET ARE COLD! How fucking awesome is that?

p.s. pic by moi!

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Free September 12-13th...

My novel Wanderlust that was born here on my blog. Written roughly 1,000-1,500 words at a time and posted for public consumption. I gathered it all in one volume and today it's free. Only on All Romance Ebooks.

Grab it while you can. Go HERE.

p.s. I have noticed on Amazon people love it 'but' there are small typos and errors. I say in the intro and I'll say it here, I pretty much took it from the blog and put it in one large document. I left it in blog format. I wanted to preserve the...rawness(?) of the way it was written. So those typos and small errors, I prefer to look at them as beauty marks. Maybe one day I'll go in and polish it up and make it all bookish. But most likely, I won't.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Somebody Stop Me! (But don't)

I'm having way too much fun making little posters and whatnot for my new book Restricted Release on this new computer. Recently I made this (click it, it gets bigger)...

Hey, it's no Willsin Rowe work, but I sure as shit amused myself whilst making it. And isn't that what really matters?

In other news (see that wonderfully smooth segue I just made there?), I was on the phone with Alison Tyler the other day and we were discussing fetishes. Yes, erotic authors really do that. Who knew? Not me! Until...well, until I got on the phone with the likes of Alison Tyler and discussed fetishes. Anyway, she was telling me about some of this looner stuff. Which I admit, I am sadly unlearned on. Or...I was. She told me she'd written a story and promised to look and lo and behold! She did look and found it.

You can read some on her blog right now. Go HERE. And hey, I'll just say you're welcome now because it was my nosiness that made her post it. *buffs nails*

If you dig it, it's just one of 69 dirty tales in her Harlequin collection 69. Which you can get for a pittance by clicking the title.

While I'm at it, I am including some pictures below of gifts I've received in the mail this week. An awesome tee from Miz Angell that I coveted. And a bag of David Lynch signed guess it! DAVID LYNCH from my friends at Eight Stone Press and Leeking Inc.

Oh. Mah. Gott.


There. You are all caught up now. Hope your hump day is extra humpy.


Sunday, September 8, 2013

Highlighting Fiend...

I've been having some fun today pairing my favorite pics from my camera roll over the last year to some of my favorite lines from Restricted Release. As you'll see below!. (If you click them, they'll get bigger)

If you are like me, which is a highlighting fiend (I have streaks all through my ebooks), please send me any of your fave lines from RR. Just shoot your faves to sommermarsden[at]gmail[dot]com. I might be able to pair your favorites up with a picture. ;)


And then he kissed me... Sunday Snog!

It's been a while since I've Sunday Snog-ged round here! So yay, I've brought you a snog from my brand new Ellora's Cave novel Restricted Release. I've been waiting for this book to come out so I could yay and squeal and do (imaginary) cartwheels and just go hog wild. So here you go, a little smooch from my new book. :) Now look away, I'm going to attempt that cartwheel.

For more Sunday Snog-ging go to Victoria Blisse's site and get your snog on. Enjoy!


From Restricted Release by Sommer Marsden

“Hi,” I blurted.
He grinned at me and warmth curled in my belly. A wild untamed fear of what I was about to do flooded my veins.
“Hi there.” Matt grabbed my wrist very gently and pulled me in the house. He knew. We both knew.
“I came to…I wanted to…” I sighed.
He leaned against a huge stack of moving boxes, most just labeled by room. Living Room, Kitchen, Den and some were marked JUNK. When I said nothing he said, “Wanted?”
“You,” I blurted. “I wanted you. I saw…” I swallowed hard. “God, I really suck ass at this, you know?” I growled.
That earned me a laugh and I finally noticed his hand was still wrapped around my wrist. My pulse jumped madly beneath his fingers.
“I saw you naked,” I whispered as if he were the only man to ever be naked in the history of the world.
He chuckled again. In my mind his laughter was made of smoke and cashmere. It was soft and slightly sinister but soothing as well. It was a fucking enigma is what it was.
Matt put his hand to his chest in mock shock. “Oh no…not…naked.”
I nodded. “Yes, naked. And I wanted to…I wanted you,” I said, despite the fact that my face felt like it had caught fire. “And I figured if I was bold enough to admit it at my house earlier I should be able to just put on my big-girl panties and say it to you. Even thought it is utterly insane. Like lock-me-up crazy.”
I took a deep breath as if I’d just surfaced from swimming.
“So that’s what you have on then?”
I blinked slowly, trying to figure out what he meant. The fingers of his free hand curled in the waistband of my gray leggings and he pulled me toward him. I took the staggering step and realized I’d been forgetting to breathe.
“What?” I finally gave up and asked.
“That’s what you have on? Your big-girl panties?” He pulled my waistband out and peered into my panties.
My heart shot up into my throat and then started beating in my temples. I couldn’t remember what panties I had on. Shit, I couldn’t remember if I had panties on.
“No,” I sighed.
He pushed fingers into my knickers and simply cupped my pussy. His hand was insanely warm and his middle finger curled snug to the split of me, pressing very gently against my clitoris.
All the air had left the room. All of it. I felt like a fish out of water. A girl chained to the bottom of the pool. I was drowning.
But then he kissed me and I could breathe.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Make your Kindle blush...

Restricted Release is now out for Kindle. The perfect sit-in-a-lawn-chair-and-secretly-read-dirty-words-while-your-neighbor-mows-his-lawn book if I do say so myself!

Hope you're weekend is as lovely as the one we're having here. We walked the street fair today and
the weather is perfect almost-fall. I have a bit of a sinus infection I think, but I'm trying to take that in stride and still get my weekend happy on. And this bit of news helps me get my happy on, that's for sure!

Sommer photo credit: Marionzetta via photopin cc

Friday, September 6, 2013

And today I'm like wha...?

Because I get a Google alert with my name in it that contain the words USA Today and the name of my new novel Restricted Release. So I click it and was like...

Because my book is mentioned on HERE (third book down) and I can happily call it a lazy Friday. Tada!

Have a superstar weekend.


Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Release Day Rowdiness!

I am feeling like this...

Because this happened...

And now this is available or purchase!

Oh my gosh, I feel like I've been waiting forever. I haven't. Ellora's Cave did a good job getting this book edited (super duper magical editor Julie Naughton) and out. But I wrote this novel two years ago so it feels like an eternity. As you can see, I do not, in any way, corner the market on patience ;)

So there it is and below is a blurb and a link and if you go to the site you can read and excerpt and...gasp! We shall be celebrating tonight. On our budget of nothing at all. But you do not need a budget to celebrate (I just recently realized I pretty much never celebrate my books. What's that about?). So the man is cooking (big deal right now) and the girl made gluten free brownies and we will sit down and raise a toast and I will be all giddy and shit.

The end. :)

Giddy Sommer

Blurb for Restricted Release:

Clara is the recovering anorexic who’s nearly become a shut-in after the end of her emotionally abusive marriage. Matt is the new boy next door. Graphic artist, nice guy, funny…accepting of Clara.  She wants him, he wants her—but Clara is afraid.

Nadia is the stand-in—Matt’s idea, Clara’s challenge to accept. A longtime friend of Matt’s, she’s a sexual surrogate intended to guide Clara until she’s not afraid of Matt’s desire for her or hers for him. Twosomes become threesomes, watching becomes touching and lust becomes love.

When Matt moved in next door, lust was the last thing Clara expected. Two lovers never crossed her mind. And the need to make a choice was something she thought she’d never encounter. But she’s bolder now, healing, and everything has changed. And a choice must be made, no matter how hard.
Inside scoop: Clara’s healing includes a hot woman who wants to show her how desirable she is, as well as f/m/f menag├ęs.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

"So there was that telling-the-truth discomfort." Interview with Two Lips Reviews.

I've been interviewed by Two Lips Reviews. *fist pump* If you check it out I'm second down on the page.

I talk about stuff like how portions of Wanderlust are autobiographical, writing in general, rabid hamster faces and what's on my TBR list (hint Alison Tyler's Dark Secret Love [ Cleis Press ] and Adam Nevill's Ritual). And I give you a nibble of Restricted Release which comes out this Wednesday! *Kermit flail*

Yay! And on top of all that goodness the man is having a really great day. Which is so welcome right about now. He's so himself: energy, humor, doing things. It's wonderful to see. Doesn't get much better.

Happy Sunday!