Friday, January 30, 2015

Good Fun, Good Excitement. Also, Thank Goodness It's Friday!

Long time no blog, folks. Sorry. I've been caught up in RL and buried in paperwork.

Today's been a good day. Good because it's Friday. Good because I bought tickets to attend an event this summer with my mom (more about that later) that I've dreamed of for thirteen years. Alert the media! I'm leaving the house of my own volition. ;) Also good because after a few weeks of really being on the fence about writing in many ways (sometimes considering not doing it anymore, TBH) I made some plans with a fellow writer for the near future and I am now suddenly excited and buzzy with anticipation.

I also started a novella I shouldn't be writing as a whole new persona and that put a little hitch in my giddyup. I am trying not to ponder the novel I AM supposed to be writing while I bang this out. A little nerve wracking but worth it. Plus, I think the novel is still baking in my brain. It'll ding when it's done. Heh.

That's about it. Not the most earth quaking update, but since I'm here I'd like to THANK YOU if you purchased my new lovely Lucky Streak. I was so excited for this collection and turns out some of you were too. So thank you, thank you, thank you if you bought and read it.

Happy Friday!


Thursday, January 22, 2015

Event: Smut Luton

Wish I could go, but for those of you in the area/who can travel to the area...

Smut Luton 7th March 2015

 The Hat factory, Luton will host the first smut event of 2015 sponsored by House of Erotica. Smut Events are fun, safe, inclusive days out when erotica & erotic romance readers and writers get together to socialize, exchange ideas and inspire one another.

The theme for Luton is Kinkification. We’ll be adding a little kink to your life with some great workshops, demonstrations and performances. Not to mention the book stall where you can pick up some sexy reading material and the erotic raffle where you’ll be able to win prizes from , and a special something from Smut UK.

Charlie J Forrest will be showing off some rope tricks and answering your questions on getting your lover all tied up, Zak Jane Keir will be talking about taking your hobbies and giving them a naughty spin for your erotic writing and sexy play and Victoria Blisse will be exploring all the senses and how they can heighten your sexual arousal on the page and in the bedroom.

We’ve got readings from Lucy Felthouse, Jennifer Denys, Charlotte Howard, Bella Settara, Charlie J Forrest, Meg Philip, Anna Sky, Cara Sutra and Victoria Blisse that are sure to tempt and tease.

Pick up your tickets at and join the facebook event to keep up with all the event news.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

Right on the heels of my release day, Frenchy and Quinn...

Get a big ole' 4.5 star review from Manic Readers. This is not the first time a reviewer has favored Frenchy in a review. How can you not favor a spunky, seventy-something, former burlesque dancer who still knows how to twirl a tassel and shake a tail-feather. ;)

"Marsden has a great sense of humor, and I’m sure you’ll like The Mighty Quinn." 4.5 stars

Manic Readers

You can read the full review HERE.

Friday, January 16, 2015

Release Day Polka Dance!

It's here! It's here! Lucky Streak is out on Amazon, B&N and of course Excessica. Probably other places, too, but I haven't had time to hop around. So excited I can't stand myself. ;)

Ever been so excited about something that it doesn't matter a lick if anyone else is excited about it? Yeah? That's me with this book. I mean, obviously, I am hopeful that others are excited to read this little ditty, but I think I might be excited enough for everyone.

This is one of the last projects I worked on when Jim was alive. If you're a constant reader, you know that I always, always, always dedicated my books (if I was allowed a dedication) to "The Man". When I came on the scene everyone called their husband, "the husband", "hubs", "husbo" or "Mr. ___fill in the blank___". So, I chose "the man" because no one else had. Thus, you can find an entire slew of books dedicated to said man. It was only after he'd gotten sick that I changed it to Jim. With his permission. Actually, he loved it. So, again, if you are a constant reader, you will see that this book is dedicated to him too. Because, like I said...nothing really changes when you're in love. Love you, baby.


Thursday, January 15, 2015

She Started as a Scary Editor...

And became the best friend I've never met. You know I'm talking about Alison Tyler, I'm sure.

When I say she started as a 'scary editor' what I mean is, she didn't know me from Adam. I was another brand-spanking-new erotica author when I answered her public call for subs. I saw the call (it was for Love at First Sting) on ERWA and I nervously, but with great determination, finished and polished a story to send her called "She Looked Good in Ribbons". It is, to date, my favorite story ever.

I was terrified. Not because Alison was terrifying but because Alison was...well, everywhere. And vivid. And vocal. Awesomely welcoming, and, yes, instrumental, from what I could see, in the genre I wanted to be a part of. So yeah, I was petrified. But she took the story with gorgeous, kind acceptance letter, (I sat and cried when I got the email. I had never at that point willed a story to be in a publication before but that's what I did. And my will and wish came true.) and we started a slow, funny, friendly email back and forth. Voila! A true friendship was born. When I say true friendship, I mean like, a person who holds your hand and walks you through your husband's illness and then death from 3,000 miles away. True friendship. Which is why I'm so excited and honored that this is actually happening:

"As I move into a brave new world of publishing, I came up with a series of titles dedicated to showcasing my favorite stories from my favorite authors. First up (to nobody's surprise, I'm sure) is Sommer Marsden." ~Alison Tyler

You can read all about it HERE.

Just another happy, shiny thing to be excited for in 2015. Hope your 2015 is off to a great start.


Monday, January 12, 2015

A Sneak Peek at Lucky Streak!

Hey, that rhymed. :)

Today I'm putting up a little snippet from Lucky Streak due out this Friday (1/16) from Excessica. I'm so excited for this anthology I couldn't quite contain myself. So, I'm post a little taste today just to satisfy myself.

It's raining here. Hard. And it's gray. I have a headache and I just got off a 3,900 writing tear so I'm pooped. Alas, none of that dampens my excitement, so onward and upward and onward to that little bit of what's to come :)

From Blue Lights and Love Bites (Lucky Streak)

“You know your mother’s going to want an invitation to dinner for this,” I said under my breath as Roy, the giant, oven delivery man, maneuvered our new oven into place.

Noah nudged me with his elbow. “And is that so bad?”

“Depends on the day,” I snorted.

Roy began leveling our new shiny oven. Black with chrome, two power burners, a simmer burner and what had sealed the deal for Noah—a grill. Roy was efficient, and I could tell he was doing everything by rote. When the clock lit up, I clapped and laughed.

“That amuses you?” Noah asked, raising an eyebrow.

“The clock lights are blue,” I said. “Cobalt blue. Blue Christmas blue. Elvis blue.”

Noah raised his upper lip in the classic Elvis sneer, and I smiled. I was an Elvis freak, and I loved blue. He loved the grill…I loved the clock.

“All this bad assery,” he whispered in my ear, the fine hairs along the back of my neck raising from the stimulation. “And you’re excited about the light?”

I kicked him lightly. “I am.”

“You’re a weirdo, Maggie.”

Roy, who had been eavesdropping, stood, eyeballed the oven and brushed his hands on his workpants. “All done. You’re hooked up, the oven’s level, the warranty and the receipt are in the folder, and since it’s all paid for, we’re good to go.”

Noah handed him a folded twenty and thanked him for his time. We ushered Roy out, watched him climb into his gigantic truck, off to his next delivery and installation.

“New oven,” Noah said, brushing his hand along my back.

“New oven,” I echoed. “Courtesy of your mom. Which, I guess, means…dinner.” I pretended to be beleaguered because it was fun. The worst that would come of our gifted oven would be her asking me a thousand times how I liked the new oven. Then having to prepare a dinner for her. Which I could live with.

“Let’s go stare at it in awe and wonder once more,” he said, taking my hand.

In the kitchen, I approached it, something way nicer than Noah and I could ever have possibly afforded. I put my hands on the edges, bent to look at the wrought iron grates, the smooth shiny grill top, and the lovely glow of the blue numbers on the readout.

Noah came up close to me, pushed his hips against my ass, leaned over and kissed my neck. It was getting dark in the kitchen and sleet began tapping at the windows. “It’s cold and dark, I should cook something warm and comforting.”

He rocked his hips, and I felt his stiffening cock press the crack of my ass.

“Or maybe not…” I murmured, liking the feel of him hard and warm against me.

“What’s that?” His hands came around to cup my breasts through my thin, well-worn sweatshirt. My nipples stiffened instantly. I never failed to get excited when my husband touched me. Even if it was semi-playful.

Semi-playful often turned to breathtaking with us. Even after all these years.

“You heard me.” I pushed my ass back against him, welcoming his advances.

“You know what I think?” He tugged my nipples through my sweatshirt, and lust swirled down from my breasts to my pussy.

“Hmm?” It wasn’t even a word. Not really.

“I think we need to christen this here oven. We need to fuck like animals in front of these blue lights that seem to mesmerize you so much.” He bit the place where my neck met my shoulder, and I shivered and let out a little moan. His teeth on me always did me in. Always made my mind shut down and my body turn on.

The phone rang. A shrill interruption of our christening.

“That would be your mother.” I snorted.

His teeth came down on me again, this time on the back of my neck. Pain sizzled down my spine, quickly morphing into a warm heavy pleasure. “Ouch,” I said, but we both knew I didn’t mean it.

“Nothing but love bites,” he said, doing it once more.

My nipples grew almost painfully tight. Just as he knew they would. He found them with his fingertips and stroked them through my sweatshirt. I felt my heart beat between my legs. My hands began to shake.

Noah slipped his hand down into my leggings and breached my panties. He pushed a finger into my cunt and spread the gathered moisture over my clit, stroking me. I hummed softly, pushed my ass back to get better contact. The kitchen had grown darker which meant the blue lights shone brighter.

“I think you agree with my theory of celebrating our oven with a good kitchen fuck,” he said, his voice rumbling against my earlobe. He darted his tongue out to lick me there, and another shiver rocked me.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Noah chuckled. 

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Into the ether, baby! Yeah!

I am so flipping excited right now. I just hit send on the final-final-FINAL of Lucky Streak. I'm over the moon, to steal from Alison Tyler. The follow-up antho to my original Lucky 13 is out this coming Friday (talk about flirting with disaster on a deadline, eh?) and contains 13 all new stories that have never before been published...anywhere!

Here's the blurb:

Bondage and love bites, rag ropes, spanking and sex al fresco, it’s all at your fingertips in this new collection by Sommer Marsden. Lucky Streak is the follow-up book to the original anthology Lucky 13--#9 in Violet Blue's Ten Hottest Sex Books of 2009. It’s chock-full of brand new stories, never before published, from sinful to sultry to sweet, just waiting for you to dive in. So, the question seems to be, do you feel lucky? Well…do you?

And the TOC:

Blue Lights and Love Bites
The Cheerleader
House Sitting
Off Sex
The Silent Danger of Paper
This Moment
Two Pies
We Bring It
Spoon Marks
This is Just a Love Story
A Type-C Christmas
Wag for Me
I'm also super excited because more of my crunchy clothes arrived. They are beautiful. Fabulous! And they make me happy. The purple one in the middle is my favorite. Especially once I touched it. It's sinfully soft and so adorable. It's on deck to wear on my bod today :) If you're curious they all came from Super Love Tees found on Etsy. 

All that being said, to celebrate finally getting this manuscript off my desk, is a trip to the New Age store for some candles, a CSI marathon with girl child down Christmas stuff. Actually, come to think of it, that last one isn't much of a celebration, but it must be done. I'm tired of banging into a tree when I work out. And I want my ugly pink chair in its proper location after 5 weeks. Just call me crotchety and set in my ways ;)

Happy Saturday.