Sommer Marsden's Blog, page 123

check it...

If you click the lovely image it will take you to Book Cover Lovers. Where my cover for Dirty or Die is up as we speak. Writers, check out this nifty site! Show off your cover art and give your cover artist some props. The owner Shiela is lovely.
Speaking of cover artists of the greatest magnitude Willsin Rowe, writer, movie maker, cover artist of the book to your right (heh, typed write) has a brand-spanking-new site. Go check him out.

XOXO
Sommer

"...his attraction to the blonde lady with the crazy socks..."

Hey, that's me! Oh wait, not really. She's talking about Mel in my book I'm On Fire and yes...my sock fetish even shows up in my books. To your right are my lavender slouch socks. Fabulous on a cold icy night.

But this is so not about socks (okay, a little bit), it's about a fan-freaking-tastic five nymph review for I'm On Fire from Literary Nymphs. Yay! Yay! Happy funky chicken dance! Ahem. Sorry. I'm better now. Thanks to LN for reviewing me. And tonight--to celebrate--red slouch socks.

Ole!

XOXO
Sommer

random sock shot!

Sorry, folks, I did mean sock and not cock. Those are my lovely lime green slouch socks that were caught in a totally candid shot as I sat on the steps to pull on my boots to go outside and see if I could avoid falling on my dupa. We had a bit of an ice storm here last night. It wasn't as bad as they expected, but bad enough. They shut schools because at first glance it just looks wet...'til you walk on it, fall on your ass, and end up sliding on your bottom down the street (we live on a hill). So...yeah. Snow day!
Today I'm just showing you my lime tootsies (if you follow me on Facebook you've seen the orange and purple ones too...hey, you are welcome ;) ) and pointing you to one of the most original and entertaining reviews of a book I have ever read. You won't be surprised to see that it was written by Miss Alison Tyler...of course it was! Anyway, read a great review of Spank! here (scroll down to the bottom).

XOXO
Sommer

"...this was such a great story about second chances."

Bwah! Who let Monday in? Jeesh. But if I had to get up and act like I know what I'm doing, at least this fabulous review was waiting for me. 4.5 stars for I'm On Fire from Dark Divas.



As my fourth grade teacher used to say: "Wooo-da-hoooo!"

XOXO
Sommer

things that have made this day super...

Being woken up by a laughing man...

Good strong coffee...

Snow everywhere but roads clear enough/safe enough for me and girl child to hit two libraries and snag a few books I've been jonesin' for...

"emergency orange" slouch socks and red checkered Vans...

Writing a killer scene in my (increasingly longer and longer nearly novel length) paranormal...

A super dinner of a gorgeous salad with all the bells and whistles and awesome grilled pork chops...

Walking into the bedroom to grab my robe to shower and having a big handsome man walk in behind me and lock the door...

Taking a hot, hot shower forty minutes later...

XOXO
Sommer

Hungry?

Have a bite of us. I mean, on us. For this weekend only the Eat Me anthology, edited by the unstoppable Miss Alison Tyler, is free! Go to ARe and get yours today. Now...now...hey, you! Right now! You have some weekend reading to do.
XOXO
Sommer

Dirty or Die...today!

Woohooo! My newest paranormal is out today. Today! Todaytodaytoday! And it's another snow day so everyone is here to witness my abnormal shrieking and flailing about (aka the 'happy' dance). Dirty or Die is available here. And here's a little blurbage for your reading convenience...

Trapped in a haunted house…three blind ghosts, three blind ghosts, see how they hunt… Ghosts are average when you're a reporter for The Skeptic. But these ghosts are energy vampires. They like fierce emotions—so sex, violence and lust are high on their menu demands. Paranormal reporters Darla and Mason find out that their pent-up, squashed-down lust for each other might just be what keeps them safe in Pike House.

The game of survival starts off with a bang—literally—and keeps escalating at a frenzied pace. If they ever get out of Pike House alive, Darla's thinking she might just give her huge, handsome partner a shot. After all, she's lived through much weirder things than love.

4.25 stars...Bueller?...Bueller?...Bueller

Yay! NOR has given my little ditty I'm On Fire 4.25 stars. Woohoo! Thanks to them for taking the time to review me.


We had another snow day today. We all got out there as a family and shoveled ourselves and a sick neighbor out. It was fun. Like being the Waltons for the day. Then since we had another day off we had another 80's lunch break. Yesterday was Weird Science. Today was...Ferris Bueller's Day Off !

If it snows tomorrow I'm diggin out Pretty in Pink. Ole!

XOXO

Sommer

snow day...

pretty pretty. I went across the street to take a shot of my favorite angel statue (peppered all over my previous blog and the cover of The Kept. lol). I went over in boots, snoopy pajama pants, knee-high white socks, a My Chemical Romance DEAD! hoodie and my new hair cut pulled up like a looney bin patient. I trudged up through the snow to get my shots. Framed them, took them, and looked over...to see some guy parked in a car watching me.

I am 39 now. That means I am used to myself. So I let out a huge woop of laughter and then waved to him before running down the driveway in the snow. No. I did not fall. Shut up.

XOXO
Sommerp.s. Click 'em. They get bigger! :)

well fuck me hard

So some of you have been following my hellish travels through the world of what can I eat. And I simply had to share this ridiculously Sommeresque story.

Since my food has been cut down to basically fruits, vegetables and lean meats with some nuts and seeds at the moment, I am trying to be adventuresome with vegetables. You know, snazz up the miserable state of I cannot eat anything fun and or processed. Ever. Any more. Forever. And also Ever!

I am off wheat, corn, rice, nightshades (potatoes, eggplant, tomatoes and peppers) and beans. I figured out beans by accident. I thought I was very clever making a crisp for my birthday brunch with fava and chickpea flour for the crumble. Well, I thought that until I was trying to peel my skin off and saying what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck? six hundred times.

Anyway, on with the story. So I bought that cute little guy up there for dinner. That is Jicama. Isn't he cute? Or as I like to call him, the devil.

We had a lovely dinner of turkey breast, jicama fried in coconut oil and sweet potatoes. Root vegetables are my friends, and to me that Jicama looks like a gnarly big root veg.

Two hours after dinner I start itching. Huge knots and welts and rash. What the fuck! yell I for I have been good for days. Days!

Then I start to moan: Oh, not the coconut oil. No! Not that. I was going to bake with coconut flour and sugar, I was going to make soups with coconut milk. I was going to use coconut oil as a lube even (hey, you can! safe, cheap and non toxic. ole) And now all my planning is ruined, ruined I say, as I claw my skin off.

But something in my wee little brain says: Check the jicama.

Check the jicama? It is just a giant turnip. A giant radish. A giant...root veg. Right? Right? So I bend to my internal voice and google Jicama. Um:

"Jicama belongs to the legume or bean family (Fabaceae)..."

Wha...Wha...What!? Well fuck me hard! Leave it to me to go out and pick out a giant goddamn bean to have a 'safe' meal.

Good news is I'm probably fine with my potentially beloved coconut.

Any of this sound familiar to you? I'll be posting links of places that you might find of interest. Such as The Spunky Coconut.

Stay tuned. Maybe next time I'll pick out a giant secret nightshade. Kidding. I plan to google all my suspect and foreign veg from here on out. Trust me.

XOXO
Sommer