Monday, December 17, 2018

The Case of the Precariously Leaning Bawdy Bookshelves by Sommer Marsden

It's time to tackle the bawdy bookshelves since they are sagging precariously under the weight of over a decade of books. I have a lot of paperbacks that are no longer available--whether it be completely or with that particular cover. Each book shown is $14 shipped*, signed to you or a friend, or naked if you prefer.

All books are brand new. I have limited quantities of each, so just shoot me an email a and tell me what you're after.

*for US only. I'm happy to ship to the UK but will have to charge a bit of shipping.

Saturday, December 15, 2018

Best Lesbian Erotica Volume 3: Husher (by moi!)

There seems to be a reoccurring process with the stories I write for Sacchi Green

The process is this: 

I have nothing. I want to, but damn, I have like...nothing. Then I get a germ of an idea. And then I write the germ and let it grow. Then I turn in what I’ve grown and Sacchi says: “Great! Thanks!” [paraphrasing].

The point is, when her calls come out, I often have nothing in the chamber, but then her call magically grows an idea. That’s pretty neat, if you ask me. It’s like a secret dirty challenge to myself. So what have you got, Marsden, what are you going to turn in for this one?

I’m pleased, as always to appear in an anthology edited by Sacchi. To rub shoulder with some damn fine writers. And to see my name in lights (or on paper, if you get me).

Husher was fun to write. It was sexy and odd and I liked it a lot. As a writer, what more can you ask for then all of those elements? I mean, it had me at odd, you know? 

So, here’s a little taste. And if you’re looking to stuff a stocking—your own or a loved one’s—pick up a copy of Best Lesbian Erotica Volume 3 and treat yo’self. Save on the heating bill and keep warm with a good dirty book. J

“I see you staring at her all the time,” Maggie said. She nudged me with her elbow.
I glanced at her again. The girl with dark, dark hair wearing the black leggings and black Docs. I had come to think of it as her ‘uniform’. No matter the top she wore—tunic, sweater, hoodie, sweatshirt—she always had on the black leggings and Docs. I was curious to see if this fashion trend continued into the warmer months.
I shrugged, making an infused iced tea for the irritated soccer mom trying to get her toddler to stand up. Every time she let go of his hand, he dropped to the floor again. I tried not to smile. He seemed to be on a mission to make his mother nuts. My mother often claimed I had the same mission.
“Go talk to her already,” Maggie hissed, putting a lid on the soccer mom’s latte before bellowing her name: “Susan!”
Susan took the drink gratefully and hustled her apparently boneless child out of the coffee house. 
“You do remember who you’re talking to, right?” I snorted. 
I wiped down the counter because we had an unexpected lull. The black uniformed girl ate her scone, sipped her plain black coffee, and read a book. I’d come to realize this was her lunch break.
Maggied rolled her eyes. “Yes, I realize. The world’s shyest girl. But come on, Darby. Even you can muster up a little ‘hi’, can’t you?”
I shrugged. 
“Ugh. Listen, I know someone who you know…” She leaned in close so I felt her breath on my ear. Maggie was cute, but not my type. “Had a little fling with her.” Her eyes wandered pointedly to the dark-haired girl.
That perked me up. I cocked an eyebrow and stopped wiping the counter for a moment. “And?”
“And, you ask? Not who?”
I shook my head. “Nope. I don’t care who it was. But I’d like to know how it was.”
She rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed with my lack of curiosity on the identity of the person who fucked the dark-haired girl. “You’re a weirdo, you know that?”
I nodded and waved my hand as if to say, go on…
Maggie grinned and spilled her guts. She apparently thought she had dirt. “She said it was good. Hot. Really hot, actually, but the girl was always telling her to hush. She was a husher, if you can believe it.”
I giggled. “A husher?”
“Yeah, my friend said every time she’d try to talk while they were fucking, Angela would hush her.”
“Angela,” I said, letting the name roll off my tongue.
“Yes. Angela. By god, don’t call her Angie, from what I hear.”

I encourage you to go back and forward with the tour. Info below:

Blog Tour List and Links

December 1
Sacchi Green

December 2
Pascal Scott
The Night Shift

December 3
R. D. Miller

December 4
T.C. Mill

December 5
Victoria Janssen
Still Marching

December 6
Anna Watson
Sweet of My Heart 

December 7
R.G. Emanuelle
The Auction

December 8
Scout Rhodes
Morning Fog

December 9
Emily L. Byrne
Rainbow’s End

December 10 
Mags Hayward
Yin and Yang

Valerie  Alexander
December 11

December 12
Xan West
Trying Submission

December 13
M. Birds
Where There’s Smoke

December 14
Raven Sky
Fuck Me Like a Canadian 

December 15
Sommer Marsden

December 16
Lea Daley

December 17
Nan Barret
Oliver: Twisted

December 18
Nat Burns
Jani-Lyn’s Dragon


Wednesday, December 12, 2018

Happy Ho-Ho-Holidays!

This is just a quick winter pop in. In 2019, I hope to come here and blog more than once every 18 months (kidding, mostly...).

Just wanted to say that you don't have to subscribe to my newsletter to read it. The latests is full of updates and even a recipe and can be found HERE.

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As we speak, I am writing some erotica, working on what's turning out to be a very long (again!) horror story, and rereading a book that scared the ever living fuck out of me when I was fifteen. It disappeared into the ether many moons ago (seeing as I just turned 47) but I managed to score myself a used copy.

So far, it's as great as I remember and the cover is the bomb, don't you agree? ;)

The Bearded Giant and I have been doing a lot of rewatching of 80s movies lately. And I've been doing some rereads from the glory days of 80s thrillers and horror novels. So stay tuned! If you have any books you're looking to give a reread shoot me an email or leave a comment. I've been playing with the idea of finding a book many people have read and doing a book club kind of deal. Who knows, we have a whole brand new fresh year coming up, people! (May it be full of less insanity than this one).

Have a Merry Christmas or Holiday of Choice. Above all, I wish you time with those you love--human and furry kinds alike--and some down time. And a warm beverage or three. And wine. Don't forget the wine...