Sydney Somers's Blog
March 12, 2012
February 8, 2012
There are a lot of things I wish I was better at and cooking definitely tops the list. If left to my own devices, I'm quite capable of burning the crap out of a pot of water. I could blame the voices in my head for my lack of kitchen skills (and I have in fact blamed them on many occasions in the past–but really, who could be expected to pay attention to a little thing like flipping the food to avoid scorch marks when an intense fight scene is playing out in their head?)
Anyway… Most days I manage to conceal my dislike/ineptness for all things culinary (except the eating part) and put together something decent for my kids. And then along comes a problem. Let's call it…My Sister's 30th Birthday Bash. Now I have no choice but to acknowledge that I'm toeing the line of my comfort zone when it comes to food prep. With the growing guest list I'm not going to be able to get away with just a dip for nacho chips. A wee bit of a dilemma, no?
Enter Jeff, henceforth known as Master Chef. Master Chef (has a nice ring to it, don't you think?) loves to cook. It works out rather well for me since I love to eat. And what better way to solve the birthday bash problem than to encourage Master Chef to embrace his mad culinary skills and use them for the better good–namely saving all the party guests who would otherwise be subjected to my water-burning talents.
Win-win, right? Yeah, that's what I think too. Now comes the hard part–getting Master Chef to acknowledge the brilliance of my plan.
February 1, 2012
Today's post (over at Nine Naughty Novelists) is brought to you by the little icy demons who frequently masquerade themselves as something so gentle and harmless sounding as snowflakes.
January 30, 2012
So I have this thing for Zombies…
Those of you already shuddering don't need to worry about me writing any Zombie romances. Not really my thing. But I can't promise the undead might night factor into ideas Jaycee and I may bounce around when we're ready to tackle a project together. Some of you know how she is with her dead bodies. 
Anyway, I have what Jeff some might call a slightly disturbing fascination with zombie shows (love the Walking Dead), movies and now video games. War video games aren't usually my scene, until apparently I'm shown the Zombie level on Call of Duty where I (a.k.a my Russian gun-holding guy on the screen) gets to run around and take down the eerily creepy CGI undead. Oh and the flaming dogs too. Nothing says Zombie Game of Doom like flaming undead dogs, right?
Aside from thinking I can now talk with a believable Russian accent (can't everybody?), you want to know the best part of my disturbing zombie fascination? It's starting to rub off on Jeff.
January 16, 2012
I'm blogging about reasons I can't wait for Spring over at Nine Naughty Novelists. Drop by and say hi.
December 30, 2011
My only blogging lately has been over at NNN but I'm sticking with the idea that a little is better than nothing. Drop by and read about my New Year resolutions for 2012.
December 15, 2011
It's my day to blog over at Nine Naughty Novelists and I'm chatting about my trip to Florida. Drop by and say hi.
December 5, 2011
Since I sort of fell off the writing map this year I've been getting emails asking about my gargoyles. Yes, there are definitely more books in the works. Writing was put on the back burner for most of this year, but don't worry that I've forgotten about the next books in all my series. The voices in my head wouldn't let me if I even wanted to.
This week, when I'm not slaving away on my wip, I'll be on the hunt for the perfect xmas tree. And if I can find one without having to face the cold to do it even better.
And just because you know you need a laugh, check out this link.
November 30, 2011
So I've discovered there are some skills I need to work on:
Mario Kart – If there is a cliff then it's a given that I'm hurtling straight over it and right into last place.
Laundry – Apparently some people think having 5 baskets of clean laundry to put away is excessive. In my defense it is clean laundry.
Shooting pool – I'm told I show promise but always after the table has been cleared by my cocky sweet opponent. I don't even have time to visualize my victory dance, let alone warm up my bon-bon.
And I'm also blogging over at Nine Naughty Novelists today about how I try to stay motivated. Drop by and keep me company.
October 4, 2011
Two of my NNN pals have released some sizzling hot books recently and I know you guys want to check them out.
GOING DEEP – Juniper Bell
Beth is the shy, dreamy type. No one guesses at the wild sexual thoughts she hides behind that quiet façade. She doesn't even share her secret longings with her husband.
Gavin loves his wife, but he's tired of living in a marriage in which neither he nor Beth reveal their true desires. When Gavin sees Beth's response to an erotic bondage photo in her framing shop, he jumps at the opportunity to break through her barriers.
He accepts an invitation to a showcase match for the amateur hockey team he coaches during Wild Nights, the infamous winter festival during which "anything goes, nothing counts." But he's opened a sensual Pandora's box—Beth has some surprises of her own. When she meets Eagle, a free-spirited Wild resident, she knows he's the perfect man to help enact her erotic fantasies. And once they go deep, there's no going back.
Visit Juniper website or pick up her latest Ellora's Cave release here.
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HIS ONLY HOPE – Skylar Kade
After two grueling years caring for her terminally ill mother, Hope O'Shea is eager to start fresh. Except her first interior-decorating job is for a popular BDSM club—part of her kinky past she misses, but had to leave behind.
Worse, she somehow ends up in the arms of her ex-Dom, Gabriel Cassidy. The one man who could strip her emotions bare, so bare that rather than reveal her painful history, she ran.
Gabriel never understood why Hope left without even a goodbye. Determined to get answers, he entices her to Maison Domine for a weekend on the promise of meeting the owner for another decorating job. Except being with her again reminds him why he loved her in the first place—and why she shouldn't trust him as her Dom.
As their attraction reignites, Hope is transported back to the sub-space bliss she felt only with Gabe. Then a nightmare from her past shows up at the club, and with no other safe place to turn, she has no choice but to trust Gabe with her shame. Leaving Gabe with a devastating choice—reveal his last secret…or lose his Hope.
Visit Skylar's website or pick up her latest Samhain release here.
