Sunday, March 30, 2014

we have a wiener...erm...winner!

                                                   Here he is...the wiener...

Of BA Tortuga's giveaway yesterday. And the wiener is...Emerald! BA will be in touch Emerald.

Thanks, everyone for stopping by yesterday and for being here all month long. I had a blast and feel so blessed to have so many people to celebrate with me.


Saturday, March 29, 2014

A BONUS guest, a BONUS Amazon giveaway. BA Tortuga is here today and oh my god...a PIE RECIPE!

Hi, hi, hi. It's Saturday (cheer) but it's gray (boo). Bottom line is I am suffering post party blues since my 9 Years of Sommer party ended yesterday but guess what? No need to be blue. We have an extra bonus guest today and an extra bonus prize.

BA Tortuga is here with a blog about her brand new book Terms of Release, a pie recipe of all things, and a $20 Amazon gift card giveaway.

So leave a comment, say hi, tell us your favorite pie or anything else that might tickle your fancy for a chance to win. *Be sure to leave your email address so we can contact you if you win!

Now, I give the blog over to the lovely, talented and oh so kind BA Tortuga :)


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The Importance of Pie

Hey, y’all!

First, let me say EEEE! I’m on Sommer’s blog!

Okay, now that that’s all over. ;-)
I’m so tickled about my upcoming release from Dreamspinner Press, called Terms of Release. They’re a new publisher for me, and I wrote a slice of life sort of novel about Sage, a cowboy who made a terrible mistake as a teenager, and paid his debt to society, and Win, a sheriff’s deputy who doesn’t think people should hate Sage for what happened when he was a kid.

One of the things I explore in Terms of Release is how someone who’s led a very regimented sort of life needs routine. Sage, once he begins to branch out a tiny bit, goes to a diner run by bikers Wilma and Bulldog, and has a cup of coffee and pie a couple times a week.

Never seems to matter what sort of pie. Banana cream, chocolate, pecan. Just give Sage a piece of pie and a good book to read, and he’s a happy man.

Pie is important to Sage. Not just because it’s part of his routine, but because it speaks to the child in him, to the innocent kid he was when he left Texas for California, and to the rare joy he experienced after that, during those holiday meals where a piece of bad pie from a prison cafeteria was the one thing a man looked forward to all year.

Not that Sage would be able to articulate any of that. He’s just a cowboy, and what he knows is what he knows.

Me, though, I know how important pie can be.

Here’s one of my favorites:

Best Ever Gluten Free Coconut Pie
·         3 eggs, beaten
·         1 1/2 cups sugar
·         1/2 cup butter or margarine, melted
·         4 teaspoons fresh lemon juice
·         1 teaspoon vanilla
·         1 1/3 cups grated coconut (3 ounce can)
·         pinch salt
·         1 gluten free unbaked pie pastry, 9-inch, Whole Foods has a good one
Preheat oven to 350°. Combine eggs, sugar, butter, lemon juice, vanilla, and salt; mix well. Stir in coconut; pour into pie shell and bake for 30 minutes. Shield the crust edge with a pie shield ring or fashion one with aluminum foil and place over edge. Bake for 10 to 20 minutes longer, until set and no longer jiggly.
As the pie bakes, a golden topping forms on the surface.
Chill thoroughly before serving. The pie will be gooey if served at room temperature. Serves 6.

The Terms of Release is releasing March 24, 2014 from Dreamspinner Press and I’m proud enough to bust.

Official Blurb:

They say a man can always come home. So after doing hard time, Sage Redding heads to his family’s northeast Texas ranch to help his ailing daddy with the cutting horses.

Adam (Win) Winchester is a county deputy and the cousin of one of the men killed in the incident that sent Sage to prison for almost a decade. While Win's uncles, Jim and Teddy, are determined to make Sage and the entire Redding family pay for their loss, Win just figures Sage has paid his dues and maybe needs a friend. Maybe he needs more than a friend. In fact, Win’s counting on it.

No one’s denying Sage is an ex-con who went to prison for manslaughter. Regardless of the love he has for his father, he’s returned knowing things will likely go badly for him. Maybe a man can always come home, but he may not be able to stay.

Paperback buy link (first 20 copies come signed):

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Where to find BA:

@batortuga on twitter

Friday, March 28, 2014

Day 28 brings a birthday wish, a grateful thank you and...of course, a WINNER!

[There's a very important bit at the end if you are NOT my grand prize winner so read, read, read all the way down!]

Good morning, internet. First, I'd like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! to the man. He's not up yet, but I'm saying it anyway. Let's hope his Sleeping Beauty impression yesterday was just him prepping himself to have a great day today (he slept like 20 hours!).

Secondly, thank you, thank you, thank you to all the wonderful authors who participated in my 28 day writing birthday/anniversary party. They were amazing and super and generous and I am just humbled at how quickly they all signed on and the work they put in.

Thirdly, as for yesterday's winners of Brien's books: As Long As You're Mine goes to melonhead and Can't Make You Love Me  goes to sammi. Ta and da. I'll be in touch soon!

And now...the big one...the one you've been waiting for. The grand prize winner of the $50 Amazon gift card goes to...Jade A. Waters! And the slip I pulled from that huge goblet of papers (the level was to the top, they got smushed down with the swirling) says "FB" which means it was a Facebook share. So, yay to you, Jade! I'll be in touch.

NOW IF YOU DIDN'T WIN...don't despair. I have a special guest tomorrow. BA Tortuga is here to celebrate her most recent book and she's got a nifty prize to give away. So come back tomorrow and you'll have another shot at an Amazon gift card. Look at that! The universe has smiled  on us. After 28 days...ANOTHER prize. Nifty!

Thank you, thank you, everyone for playing along. You made my writer-person-birthday-versary fun and special and beyond memorable :)


Thursday, March 27, 2014

Day 27 brings Brien Michaels, two giveaways and a brief hijack.

Okay, so I have to hijack this space briefly from the 9 Years of Sommer party for just a minute tosay....yay! Lost in You is officially out in the US and the UK. I am beside myself. Which is interesting before you've really had coffee. Two of you sitting right next to each other vibrating over a new release? Spectacular!


Now back to the regularly scheduled blog post which is the last guest day for this party. Brien Michaels is here because he has a brand new release too. How exciting is that?

I've been bumping into Brien online for years and he's always so sweet. He was the first person to send me a picture of my book The Best of Sommer Marsden from a print. I still have that picture somewhere. I was so damn excited it was ridiculous. I'll always be grateful for that picture :)

Brien's choosing two winners so make sure you comment for a chance to win and make sure you *leave your email address so we can contact you if you win.

Speaking of winner of yesterday's big-ass box set is...t'Sade! That should make Fluffy happy, right? t'Sade, Abi will be contacting you shortly. Congrats! Everyone was entered in the grand prize draw which is...TOMORROW! Wow, time flies when you're having fun.


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In honor of the birthday girl (three cheers for Sommer!) I’m going to spend a little time today talking about births. In this case, the birth of a series. I’ve blogged, rather extensively, in the past about how the first book in the Sexy College Studs series, As Long As You’re Mine, came to be. But something I’ve rarely said is that it was intended to be a one-shot. I wrote the book for a submission call about the men who buy rentboys and that was just supposed to be the end of it. But when I sold the book to Loose Id, my plans changed.

Shortly after I signed my contract on As Long As You’re Mine, I saw that LI had a call open for holiday stories. I hadn’t written one in a couple years so I thought to myself, eh, I’ll write something for it. I’d already had an idea for a story floating around in my head that would fit perfectly for the holidays. But when I sat down to try to write I spent like three days staring at a blank page. And any author will tell you that three days can easily feel like a lifetime. Especially when there’s a deadline looming. At any rate, I was packing for a trip to New Orleans for the Authors After Dark conference and listening to music, as I usually do, when the song that inspired the idea for the story popped up in my shuffle. So I got to thinking about the book again.

How, I asked myself, could I get this man who’d never really believed in love to meet someone who changes his perception of everything? As I was contemplating, I got the first round of edits on As Long As You’re Mine and that’s when it hit me. I could have my hero meet this guy over the phone. The idea of phone sex had worked for me before, so why not try it again? I still didn’t think of it as the second book in a series, though, until one of my co-workers read a rough version of As Long As You’re Mine and demanded to know more about the phone sex line Zac worked for. I went to write with her requests in mind, and this time the words flowed like they hadn’t in a very long time. I loved the way it was coming along and so did my editor and she bought it before I’d even finished writing it.

And so Not Like the Movies came to be. I had a guy, too painfully awkward to be in the type of relationship a college guy would expect, and another who was tired of getting the same results with everything in his life. Chris and Jay had chemistry like no other characters I’d written and they really seemed to jump off the page, and I truly don’t think that would have happened if I hadn’t introduced the Sexy College Studs thread to the story. Because, honestly, who doesn’t love phone sex?

What are some of your favorite series? And could you tell from the first book that it would be a series? Every comment will enter you into my giveaway. One person will win a copy of the first book in the Sexy College Studs series: As Long As You’re Mine. I’ll also choose a second winner, who’ll receive a copy of the first book in my Stories of Us series: Can’t Make You Love Me.

Blurb for Not Like the Movies:

Jay has spent the last decade in front of a computer. He watches movies, taking everything he knows from them. But lately he’s started to want more. Including a one night stand with his super-hot roommate Chris. Starting off slow, he’s called the Sexy College Studs hotline, and the sexy sounding Duke.

Chris has had everything handed to him his entire life, but college life is tough. In an effort to earn more cash, he’s been working for Sexy College Studs. On the phone, he goes by the name Duke and is in high demand, with more repeat customers than any other guy in the company. But his clients bore him. Except the mysterious Kyle, the guy with the strange fascination with movies, who wants him for companionship, not just sex.

When Jay and Chris find out each other’s true identities, it’s weird for both of them, but Chris is up for the challenge. He wants a month to prove to Jay that true love isn’t what you see in the movies. But he falls for Jay harder than he expected. If he wins, he gets the relationship he’s always craved, but if he loses, he could lose Jay forever.

Blurb for Can’t Make You Love Me:

It’s just a crush…right?

Sean has had a serious crush on Dylan for years, he's just never known how to tell him. So when the opportunity arises to show Dylan how he really feels, how is Sean supposed to resist?

It doesn't matter how straight Dylan is, he knows attraction when he feels it. The only problem is that things seem to be progressing further than he'd like, and Sean shows no signs of turning back. Dylan needs to make a choice—and the sooner, the better—because the longer he waits, the more likely things will get out of hand. But how can he turn away his best friend without losing...his best friend?

Excerpt from Not Like the Movies:

“What if I told you I was afraid?”
Duke chuckled softly on the other end of the phone. “Afraid of what?”
Jay sat silent for a long moment. He picked at a stray thread in his comforter as he pondered his answer. “Being left alone.”
“News flash, dude, you kind of are alone. Unless there’s a boyfriend you didn’t tell me about. ’Cause you know three-ways are extra.”
“I thought you said this one was off the clock.”
“Relax. I was only joking.”
Jay lay back and let Duke’s easygoing baritone calm his racing thoughts. He wondered how he sounded to Duke. Before the two of them had started talking, Jay downloaded an app that gave him the voice of someone else, just in case Duke didn’t like the voice he already had. “I don’t know. My whole life has been ‘Leave or get left.’ With everything. So it makes sense that it would transfer to my love life too.”
“You know what I think?” Duke grunted as though he had sat up in bed. “I think you’re full of it. No one wants to get dumped, but it happens. It’s stupid if you’re gonna hurt somebody who might actually be into you just because they can’t live up to impossible expectations.”
“Impossible expectations?”
“Yeah. That leave-or-get-left thing might be part of your problem, but we’ve been talking long enough that I think I’ve figured out what the real one is.”
“Really?” Jay sat up himself, intrigued. “And what might that be?”
“You keep watching all these fucking movies, and then you’re disappointed when these guys in real life aren’t the heroes you want them to be. Life isn’t a romantic comedy. There isn’t always a happily-ever-after around the corner if you work hard enough for it.”
“But why couldn’t there be? Why can’t the perfect guy be waiting somewhere for me right now?”
“I’m not saying he isn’t. And I’m not saying it can’t happen. All I’m trying to say is that it’s not guaranteed. And there are some really good guys out here you could be missing out on because you’re expecting too much.”
Jay thought about that. Maybe Duke had a point.
Duke grunted again. “Do me a favor?”
“Sure.” As if he even had to ask. Something about the way Duke’s voice washed over Jay always made him extra receptive. He was starting to think maybe he had a thing for deep voices.
“Close your eyes.”
Jay did as instructed. “Okay.”
“Imagine me and you are together. Like together, together.”
“I don’t even know what you look like.”
“That’s why you’re supposed to use your imagination, doofus. Make me up.”
A body appeared in Jay’s mind’s eye. Exceedingly ordinary at first, but the more Jay thought of Duke, the more it took shape. Deep-cut abs, pecs you could bounce quarters off, sky-blue eyes, shaggy blond hair. “Okay.”
“So we’ve been going out awhile, right? Everything is going great until you find out…I dunno, I have a drug problem or something. We fight about it a few times, and I swear I’ll stop. Because I don’t wanna lose you, right? But then you come home one day and find me doing it again. Then there’s this huge blowup, and there are lots of fuck-yous and I-hate-yous and baby-I’m-sorrys being thrown around. So you storm out and tell me it’s over, right? What do you expect me to do then?”
It took Jay a moment to pull himself back to reality. He’d been so wrapped up in Duke’s scenario that he’d found himself getting angry over this made-up problem. “I’d expect you to follow me. If you care about me as much as you say you do, you’d follow me and try to convince me to come around.”
“Okay. Let’s go with that. Let’s say you took the car. And it’s raining. And you’re not answering my calls.”
There was that chuckle again. The one that made Jay’s insides curl with something he wasn’t ready to feel.
“So you want me to chase you down on foot in the rain? And what if I do all that, and I make it to your place, and I stand there in the rain, banging on the door and begging and pleading for you to forgive me, and you still don’t open the door?”
“If you really want it that bad, then you’d wait for me to come out.”
“Right. So you want me to stand out in the rain, possibly catching pneumonia and dying, until you’re ready to come out and talk to me?”
Jay remained silent as he considered the options. Sure, Duke’s scenario was extreme, but he honestly couldn’t see himself wanting anything less.
Duke apparently took the silence as an answer. “Fuck that, dude. Because let me tell you how it’ll really play out. I’m just as fucking angry as you are, not to mention hurt because I know that I fucked up and hurt someone I care about. So I’m gonna give you your space and time to cool off before I try to talk to you. I need that time too, right? I have to clear my head and think of what I’m gonna say that’s gonna be so mind-blowingly amazing that you aren’t going to have any choice but to forgive me. I deserve at least that, right?”
“Well, yeah. When you put it like that…”
“You know why it played out the way it did in your mind? Because that’s how it would have happened in a movie. Dude would have totally lost his nuts and gone chasing your car through the rain, trying to get you to see it his way. But in real life, if that happened, he probably would have gotten run over and died, and you would have felt guilty because you’d know that he would have never been in that road if you hadn’t expected him to be.”
Jay fought a grin. He hated it when Duke did this to him but couldn’t help loving it at the same time. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Completely deconstruct everything I think and somehow manage to turn me into the bad guy?”
“I’m not turning you into the bad guy, man. I’m just opening your eyes to how fucking crazy you really are.”
Jay scoffed. “I’m not crazy. I just want things to be a certain way.”
“Yeah, it helps when that way is realistic. It helps the rest of us be able to live up to it.”
“It is realistic.” But now Jay wasn’t so sure. Not after the way Duke had painted that picture for him.
“Sure, it is. I’m gonna go, all right? Got a class at eight thirty.”
“Okay. Wednesday still on the house too?”
“You’re gonna get me fired, dude.”
“You lost the bet, not me.”
“I know.” Jay could hear the smile in Duke’s voice. “It’s still on the house. Just remember to call my personal. They check the minutes on the work phone.”
“Gotcha. G’night, Duke.”
A moment of silence, then, “Night.”
Jay’s roommate barged in as soon as he’d ended the call.
“Hey,” Chris said. Like clockwork, he let his bag slide to the floor and pulled his shirt off.
As usual, Jay narrowed his eyes and stared off into a corner of the room. “Can’t you ever keep your shirt on for, like, five minutes?”
“It’s been on all day. Way longer than five minutes.”
“You know what I mean.” Jay scrubbed a hand over his cheek and tried to force himself to think of something boring. Hopefully Chris wouldn’t see the blush creeping up.
“I know. I just like fucking with you.” Chris flopped down on his bed and grabbed a book off his nightstand.
Jay chanced a peek in Chris’s direction. He had his nose buried in the latest Patterson. If Jay had learned anything in the time since the college had assigned them as dorm mates, it was not to mess with Chris when he pulled out a book. It was almost as though he went into a trance, ensconced in the pages and unable to focus on anything else.
Jay stopped himself before his gaze drifted any lower. Chris was hot, sure, but he was also the poster boy for straight guys of America. He didn’t flaunt how hot he was, but Jay didn’t come on to guys who looked that good unless he wanted to be rejected. Jay had seen guys like Chris before, though. In movies. You thought they were straight until you got them drunk enough, and then they started stalking you to make sure you’d never tell anyone.
“Hey, um…” Jay cleared his throat. “You gonna be up for a while? I wanna watch a movie.” Chris didn’t respond, so Jay added, “Wanted to make sure I wouldn’t keep you up.”
Chris blinked a few times, as though the pages still had a hold on him. “Yeah, that’s cool. I’m not going to sleep until I finish this. Only got a hundred pages left.”
Jay marveled at Chris’s reading drive as he picked up his laptop off the floor.
Duke floated back into his mind as he pulled up his video streaming account. No way his expectations were too high. There had to be a guy out there who could live up to them. But what if there wasn’t?
Would he spend his entire life alone?

Brien Michaels was born at an early age. In the time that he is not writing, he enjoys reading, eating, and terrorizing young wood nymphs. After an altercation with a person in a mask, he fled to the hills and now lives in seclusion with the voices in his head. He currently writes dark fiction, erotic fiction, and dark erotic fiction for the creatures that have moved in under his bed.

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