Sunday, December 17, 2017

On Christmas and Time and Happy Holidays

I wrote the post below on FB off the cuff a few minutes ago, but figured I should post it here. For those of you who show up to read the blog I hardly every update any more. Below kind of explains why I don't update it much. I forget, to be honest. But I appreciate every single one of you who subscribe and show up when I do remember to say words here in this space. 
Happy Holidays, my friends. May they be fun and comfortable and cozy and full of laughter.
I love you,

*Our sights at Penn Station in Baltimore upon picking up my beloved girl child at the ass crack of dawn*

I used to work a lot. A lot a lot. I got a lot done. I ran a house, wrote god knows how much in any given year, cooked dinner every night, baked a lot, made a ton of gluten free from scratch. Crafted and was pretty spot the fuck on with my holidays.
I loved my life. I loved all of that. I loved all those thing about myself and the life I had with my family.
Trauma changes you. I'm not the same.
Now I work a lot. But in various things. One a grand new quest that lights me up the way writing did when I was a noob. I am open to more adventure. I go to crowded places, new places, scary places. And I love it. I cook a lot less but still eat good food with people that make me laugh and feel loved. I bake a lot less but have known to whip things up for those I love. I am more laid back about some things. Less about others.
Like time.
Time is not unlimited. Time is very finite. So, if your Christmas is not perfect and pretty and all done up the way mine used to be, if it's kind of chaotic and imperfect, but you're spending time're all good. Are those beloved faces around you? Then you're golden.
Remember that. It's about the time. Not the stuff and the perfection. It's about the time. Because it's the most valuable fucking shit you have, my friend. Use it well.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Stuff, Things, Holidays, and an Upcoming Reading. Come see me! Watch my Social Anxiety at its finest! Alright!

Once again I have been away from the land of Bloggerdom for way too long. I have no excuse other than life, fun with the bearded giant, writing, not writing, girl child coming in for holiday, actual holiday, birthday, getting infected with the plague, and opening an Etsy shop as myself...gasp!

But I did want to share a couple cool things about one of my short stories "Demons Purse" which is in BWE of the Year #3 edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. I wrote the story after hearing the phrase, had fun, wrote dirty--filthy, actually--and thought not much more of it other than "Yay!" when it was accepted. But apparently, other people notice the phrase :)

Like Library Journal:

And this from  Publisher's Weekly !

And here's the best most psychedelic part: I am doing my first EVER reading of erotica this winter in February.  I am already drinking! I mean worrying! Come see me. Meet me. Say hi. See my social anxiety at its finest. Come whisper in my ear that it's okay and when I get home with the bearded giant and have a glass of wine life will become less bright, sharp, and terrifying.

"Mark your calendars for our Best Women's of the Year 3 reading Feb. 13 at 7 pm! Join and Lynn Townsend at . Can't wait! "

All joking aside, I am extremely anxious about it. But also excited. Because fear doesn't stop death, it stops life. And I'm old now. So fuck it! Come shake my hand, I'll already be shaking ;)


Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Questions, questions...? Bueller?

Readers and new (or not) writers, I want to see your questions for a possible new project. Ask me whatever. DM me or hit me up at



Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Running to Write...

Once upon a time I wrote non-stop. I didn't need to do anything in particular to write. But, as I've said other posts, loss and grief change you. You end up being an entirely new person when you're on the other side. Things you once loved, maybe you don't. Things you once hated now might intrigue you. Things that were easy are harder, things that were hard are easier.

Or sometimes you're just scrambled and everything is different.

That's okay.

Since childhood all I wanted to be was a writer. And I did it. It took many years to get to the point of doing it full-time and those original few years were amazing, much better than current (thank you industry shake up), but after much consideration I find I still want to be a writer. For a while, honestly, I wasn't so sure. I have also found, I need to attack it at a different angle.

I'm not shy about talking about my workouts online. They directly related to my writing now. And I love when some of you email me to ask what's up with all the nonsense. I'm about 50 lbs down from three years ago. I do a lot of the Beachbody programs. I started with T25 went to Insanity Max 30, a few others, right now I'm all about Core de Force (despite fucking up both rotator cuffs getting overzealous with some kettlebells). I also run and do said kettlebells and battle ropes and basically anything else I can get my hands on. I've considered being a coach but haven't made that step. What I have discovered since my husband passed is that in order to write, I need to move. Usually beforehand and sometimes during I need to get up and take a walk (or walks plural. a shortie with the dog and a long for me. :)

There's so much different about me as I approach the 3 year anniversary of Jim's death. I couldn't leave the house then (literally) and I think that is part of my current need to move in order to create. Then all I could do was be in this house and create and care for him. Now I still create but the urge to move and leave the house regularly and throw my body around like a lunatic (heh) is overwhelming.

Things I find amusing about it is, my brain can either get very romantic or very dirty on a run. It can make connections it used to only make in the magical place called: the shower. It can blank out and just go dormant and that STILL helps my writing because it's a weird form of hibernation. Or it can enter a kind of weird surreal state where my body is fighting to do what I want it to do and my brain's all chill and stoner dude. All of them are good and aide my writing.

Anyway, this is a long rambling blog about being a new person, changing after loss, writing, when things that were easy get hard, and not giving up. I've been asked over the years about my advice to writers who want to write full time. My advice used to be: write every day! Blah, blah, blah. I guess my advice would now be to follow your heart or possibly your feet when it comes to what wrings the most words out of you on any given day. There is no single way to go about it. Capiche?

One fun fact: I am a wateraholic. Coffee, water, wine. That's what I drink, people. :) I can't take big bottles cause they slip out of my hands. I like little bottles but they tend to be so flimsy nowadays and I crush them and then feel like the Hulk. Plus there's the whole green aspect. Today I had no little bottles. None. So I went rummaging through the cabinets and found the BKR bottle I got in my FabFitFun summer box. It's glass with a silicone sleeve. Seems bad for running. But I gave it a shot.

I was wrong. The silicone helps me grip it, or when I get too sweaty, I loop my finger through the top hoop thingamajig and it holds perfectly. I was pretty pleased with myself that I found a greener way to take my water AND a way to use something I thought I'd hardly ever use.

You learn something new every day. (I also learned it can be 'fall' and a jillion fucking degrees)


Monday, October 9, 2017

I made it to round 2! and a shamed dachshund...

Lucky 7 made it past round one at All Author ! Can you click that vote button for me again so this gorgeous cover can move forward? And as a reward for your love and devotion: a shamed dachshund photo. I came home from a run and someone was up on the back of the sofa where he shouldn't be. I'm not saying who...but the evidence speaks for itself.


Monday, October 2, 2017

Can you click that button for me, baby?

My lovely lovely Lucky 7 cover is up for Cover of the Month at All Author. It's a Willsin Rowe cover, which explains its great beauty ;) I'd be forever grateful if you'd show it some love by running over and clicking that button. Heh. That sounds dirty...


Thank you!



Cover of the Month

Lucky 7

My book has been nominated for Book Cover of the Month on It would be greatly appreciated if you could take a moment to vote.

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Thank you for your support,
Sommer Marsden

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

5 Stars for Lucky 7! (((*fist pump*)))

I was super pleased to see that Manic Readers had a review for Lucky 7 up. And it was 5 stars! Doesn't get much better than that. It turned a very Mondayish Tuesday into a good day, after all. You can check it out HERE. And thank you, Alberta! You rock, you roll, you party hard.


"What a treat! Seven short stories that are all different, & hotter than hot!"

Monday, September 25, 2017

Dirty Bits

I realized I had put these on the social media but never on my own damn blog. Here are some of my favorite dirty bits from Lucky 7. Pics and words by moi! ;) XOXO 

Sunday, September 24, 2017

On Podcasts, Accents, and Spiders...

Well, before last week I'd only agreed to one podcast. That was ages ago. Somehow, sweet Rose Caraway, suckered convinced me to do one. By asking. Because, let's face it, Rose is so damn nice. That's how I tricked convinced myself to do it was by thinking "Just a phone conversation with Rose who you've known for years now. No. Big. Deal."

J said, "Just be yourself". Well, I was myself. There's even a bit in there, unless it was cut (which I am 99.999999% sure it wasn't), of me vs. spider. The prize: a gluten free fig newton.

Here's the link. Listen at your own risk. I promise, though, I do not say "We're goin' down thee oshun, hon." #Baltimore #hon What I do say is stuff about my story Thunderclap in Dirty 30 Vol. 2 and stuff about my upcoming novel and stuff about, well, spiders...


Sunday, August 13, 2017

Anthology News!

Hey, hey, I'm so happy to have a story in this new anthology Dirty 30 Vol. 2 put out by Stupid Fish Productions and Rose Caraway. My story Thunderclap is tucked in amongst a bunch of dirty stories and great authors. Check out the antho if you're in the mood for some variety...and spice ;)

More news about some fun stuff coming soon, btw. And some pretty excerpts from Lucky 7. I'm trying my best to be 'on the ball' but it's all translating to 'chasing my tail'. Tail...heh ;)

Happy Sunday!


Here's the lineup for the curious at heart.

Monday, August 7, 2017

I'm a masochist...but YAY! My book is out!

*Author's Note: This is coming out a few days after I wrote it. Because I had a SNAFU and then chaos. Hey, I'm getting one kid off to college and the other out to cohabitate with his BAE. I'm a bit chaotic ;)

So today is the first book of mine to release in...oh, I think about a year and a half. Two years if you count my last Excessica release. I'm so excited I kind of forget how I'm supposed to do any of this. The last few years have been spent pimping other people's books. Now, I have one of my own again and I'm sorta...duh. :)

This morning, to celebrate, or maybe just to think about how to proceed, I ran a one woman 5K in horrible heat and humidity. When I was done, I went out with girl child (who leaves for college in a few weeks). I, literally, had to think about what to do about a new release. Which was bizarre.

So, here goes! There's the lovely cover. The lovely links below. And a lovely (I hope) excerpt. Things are changing around her fast. All of it at once. Girl child is off to college, boy child's moving out with his girl. Me...I'm stunned. But I think this will leave a lot of time for writing (to burn off the crazy). Which that I'm back, look out. I'm back and I'm moving forward full speed.

Happy Friday!


Amazon US
Amazon UK


A big machine kink and sharp teeth cravings, a celebratory threesome, a bartender with specific urges, and a wife who likes to share her husband as an appetizer. Roll yourself a lucky number seven with this new collection by Sommer Marsden.

This short anthology comes after the success of Lucky Streak, the follow-up book to the original anthology Lucky 13—#9 in Violet Blue's Ten Hottest Sex Books of 2009. It’s bursting at the seams with neon colored characters and their tempting tales. From the darkly erotic The Scent of Her to the kinky Big Machines to the romantic Finger Bang. Take a chance and treat yourself to these seven sexy stories.

excerpt from Sharp

I wasn’t particularly interested in Derrick until I saw his teeth. We’d met via a friend of mine. It was at a party, and I’d had a few drinks. So had he. So had everyone else. There wasn’t much of a spark, no burning attraction, but I’d still agreed to a date the following week.
To be honest, I was dreading the whole thing. When he showed at the local dive bar I was prepared to tell him it had been a bad idea and leave it at that. Until he walked in and smiled at me. It was a big smile, genuine, lit by the surreal orange colored sconce lighting.
His canines were sharp. Sharper than most. And just seeing them set my body buzzing. I imagined them scraping down my throat. Biting my collar bone. Dragging down my inner thigh. How had I not noticed them on our first meeting? How had that predatory grin escaped me?
I put my hand on his arm and felt that previously absent spark spring to life. “Derrick,” I said. “Thanks for coming.”
I hadn’t intended it, but somehow the emphasis I placed on the word coming, made him raise an eyebrow.
“Of course, I’d come for you,” he joked. “Who wouldn’t?”
I put a hand to my cheek expecting them to be hot. Thankfully, they weren’t. But my laugh was a bit on the nervous side. “What I meant was—”
“I know what you meant,” he said. “I was just joking.” He flashed those canines again in a big smile and my nipples spiked hard and hot inside my bra.
Shake it off…
I had to keep saying it to myself, though, as he put his hand on my arm and led me to the bar. “This good?” he asked.
I nodded, licking my lips. I was suddenly thirsty. And warm. And the room seemed to have grown smaller and more crowded. I climbed onto my stool, and he did the same. He waved a finger at the bartender who nodded to indicate he’d be right over.
“I really didn’t think you’d come,” he said. Then he laughed. “So to speak.”
“I didn’t either,” I blurted. Then I waited to die. “What I meant is…” I sighed. “I don’t know what I meant.”
The bartender took our order, a Jack Daniel’s neat for Derrick, a house Cabernet for me. I was grateful from the respite from embarrassment.
“You didn’t find me attractive,” he said as the bartender went to grab our drinks.
“I didn’t find you unattractive,” I said. It was the truth. “I just didn’t feel that…thing.
“Ah, that elusive thing,” he said. 
“Yes. I know. It’s stupid.”
“Not at all. Sadly, or maybe not sadly, for me, I did feel that thing with you. Which is why I asked you out. So now you,” he said, placing a single finger on my forearm. The skin he touched seemed to heat up and I found my gaze straying back to his teeth. “Why did you come if there was no thing?”
It was my turn to touch him. I couldn’t seem to help myself. I placed my hand on his arm and felt his warm skin. “I decided to say yes anyway because I feel like I spend so much time saying no. It’s not healthy. At least that’s what I hear…and read…and my mother tells me.” I couldn’t help but laugh.
I let my hand rest on his arm and felt like I was flirting with the Big Bad Wolf. A thrill raced down my spine like a trickle of cold water. I shivered.
“No. Turned on.” There I went. Blurting again.
He raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his drink. “Now I’m really confused.”
I drained half my wine in a single gulp, took a deep breath, and asked, “Do you want the truth or do you want me to dance around it?”
This time both eyebrows went up. “Always the truth. It’s the best way.”

“Your teeth,” I said. 

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Must be pimping day...but I'm a proud mom!

My lovely girl child (not so much child now) has an amazing story in this SciFi collection HUMANS WANTED. If you dig that sort of stuff, or just good writing, you might want to grab a copy of said collection. It just went live today and was carefully curated and a Kickstarter to boot. Go Indie!


This Friday!


I might be slightly excited. I'll be posting links etc super soon. Bear with me, it's been ages since I had a book release. I kind of forgot how exciting it is. And how to do it. So...winging it.


Tuesday, July 25, 2017

I murdered my phone...I need some happy...COVER REVEAL!

I was taking a picture tonight. Of this, ironically.

And then, I dropped my phone, and this happened (I hadn't even had any of the damn wine!). Oops, indeed! *sob*

That doesn't even do this spiderweb of cracks justice. Honestly, the fact that it still works boggles my mind. My new one arrives by Thursday, most likely. So, this one is limping along. I'm amazed.

Anyway, I need more than wine. I need some HAPPY. is my brand new Willsin Rowe cover for Lucky 7 my new collection due out August 4th from Excessica. Woop Woop! I'll take any silver lining I can get right now. Isn't it gorgeous? :) 


Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Time keeps on slipping slipping slipping...

Is it me or is time going faster nowadays? I used to manage to blog almost every day. Now if I squeeze in my workouts, my errands, feed myself and others, and manage at least 1,000-2,000 words of something, I feel like I've conquered the world.

So, random weird ass update: I'm 22,000 words into a new novel and still stoked about it. Working on a new collection. And the cover for THAT is in my hot little hands and I'll be posting it soon. Woohoo!

I just watched a really good movie called VIRAL the other night. J and I have found we reallllllly love the Blumhouse movies so I think that running through all the ones we haven't seen will be a summer goal. Along with eating all the gluten free cake and going to thrift stores.

As far as what I'm reading:
For fiction I'm still working on INTO THE WATER by Paula Hawkins
For non-fiction I just started THE SLIGHT EDGE by Jeff Olson

Remember I mentioned thrift stores? If you are a thrift store haunter like myself read below. Because I've noticed things that once upon a time would have been ridiculously low are now ridiculously high. It's kind of weird. Anyway, randomness here, I thought this blog on the topic was a good read and if your dig thrifting you might too.

Beyond that, hair is lavender!

There. Now you're all caught up. Update me on your stuffs and things and goings on in the comment if you want to share.


Thursday, June 1, 2017

Boom! Excited!

                                           *** BOOK FUEL! BRIGHT AND EARLY!***

Hey, lovelies. It's been a while since I was this excited about something I'm writing. And then the other thing I'm working on too. I can never do one thing at a time. You know that. :) In just this one week's time I'm stoked about the way a novel is going (my first dirty novel since Muse) AND about an upcoming anthology. Plus, I got a cover! A Willsin cover, to boot! But that's another blog and a reveal. Soon! Soon :)

A few of my favorite bits of the novel I've posted on FB/Twitter as I work are:

She nodded. “It was. And what’s your point?”
He leveled a finger at her and yelled “Ah ha!”
Had she been upright she’d have punched him. 
#WIP #lovehate

“Yep. You’re a grump but I’m a super nice guy.” His eyes seemed to be cataloging her messy living room and she bit back the urge to scream. Her house wasn’t ready. Why was he here? This was her personal messy space. 
“Remote,” he said, snagging it and handing it to her. She snatched it away and managed to resist the urge to beat him with it. #WIP #hatehate#laterlovehate

Okay, so sticking her ass in his face when he already found her attractive—annoying as all fuck, but attractive—might not have been the best plan. He tried to focus on empathy. He felt bad for her that she was damp. He felt bad that she’d hurt her ankle. He felt bad about that stick that seemed to be buried up her ass… #WIP #hatehate #laterlovehate

While I'm at it, I finished The Hatching and You Are a Badass at Making Money and have started the books below. So far, both are good. The SI book (Make Your Mark) is a bit more 'formulated' than You Are a Badass at Making Money, but we'll see where it goes. Who's reading what? Let me know in the comments.


Thursday, May 18, 2017

Kill Your Darlings

                                          *RIP, darlings. Photo by moi :)

I think the first time I read that phrase was in something Stephen King wrote. I have no idea if he's responsible for the phrase, I just know it's a damn fine phrase.

This weekend on Mother's Day girl child, J, and I went to see a movie. I won't name it just in case ;) heh. Spoilers and all. The point is, in said movie, the movie makers took kill your darlings to heart. We lost a character we suddenly loved and wow. Talk about a gut shot.

I told her that I was terrible at killing my darlings. I manage from time to time, but I tend to just fuck with my darlings but end up making things okay for them. My daughter, also a writer...not so much. She is not just a kill your darlings writer, she's an *angry god of apocalyptic proportions and you're lucky if you live to see the end* kind of gal. Bless her stinky little talented heart.

The conversation turned to some books where KYD was employed leaving the reader wounded and fragile. A handful of mine are:

Summer of Night by Dan Simmons
Bag of Bones by Stephen King
11/22/63 by Stephen King
Feed by Mira Grant

There are others but those jump to mind. I think as a writer my only truly successful instance IMHO of KYD was My Ending. And then that book actually became a prediction of my personal life on some level. If you've read it, you get it.

What are your KYD books? If you have any, drop me a comment. I'm always looking for new books to read. God knows the thousands in this house aren't enough. *faints* If I've read your favorite and agree I'll come and update the list!


Sunday, May 7, 2017

Full Circle

So tomorrow I plan to start a new book. And do some freelance. Freelance has pretty much been the only thing I've been writing for a while. I'd start things and then drop them. Start them, then drop them. Most recently was the book I was working on for NaNo. I got a good amount in and then phtttpht! I sputtered to a stop.

I have a book I'm pretty damn excited about. It's in my head, talking to me. Talking to me so much I was scribbling notes the other day at his apartment and J's like:
"What are you writing?"
"Yep. For a book."

It was kind of neat because he's never seen me in that mindset. It was a mindset I lived in constantly for many years. Then after Jim died I used writing as a retreat. Then the retreat became a prison. And then suddenly I found myself very happy and I only wanted to go to that place when I had to. Had. To. Which was weird and disconcerting because my identity is highly entwined with the word "writer". But I accepted it because forcing myself was even more disconcerting.

I am finally feeling the stirrings of excitement and joy for writing again. I've let go of the feeling that it's a retreat and residcoverted the feeling that it's my bliss. Writing got me through a fuckton of horrible days. It's how I kept my shit together. It was a blessing that I could so my job sitting by his bedside. It let me retreat from a reality that was often horrific. It was my coping mechanism, not just my job.

So I abandoned it when I remembered what happy felt like. I wanted nothing to do with it except the things I had to do to maintain income. I wanted to be happy. Enjoy my new relationships, my shifting life, my children. I wanted to spend this gap year for girl child with her and him and the boy and the other boy and do things. All the things.

Now, it's approaching girl child going away. I've been with J nearly a year. And finally, FINALLY, my brain is like, " know that writing thing you used to wake up every morning excited to do? I'm thinking maybe we should do that again. Ya know? See...I have this idea..."

And the next thing you know, I'm scribbling notes on paper I pilfered from his printer and telling him he can't read them yet because he'll jinx me. I've come full circle, I guess. Joy-retreat-coping mechanism-secret hideout-necessity for income-joy.

Man, it feels good to be back.

Tomorrow I start. Today, I read! Let me know in the comments what YOU'RE reading. Or hell, even what you're writing if you feel like it.

I've missed you all! :)


I'm reading two awesome books. Here goes:

Thursday, May 4, 2017

Under Construction

I'm starting to clean up the side bar and weed out old stuff. And add some stuff, and delete some stuff, and blog and other shit. Bear with me. Or dog. That's a dog, not a bear. So dog with me as I proceed to blog the blogs again. *fist pump*


Wednesday, May 3, 2017

I am not dead...

I know I've said that before. But I am not dead. My attitude about a lot of stuff I used to do often has been...well, see above. But I've got myself situated and I've found my writing joy again and I will be blogging again soon. Along with writing a new thing with the stuff and the sexy...

In the meantime, I hope everyone is doing well and full of badassery! Can anyone fucking believe it's May? No? Me either.