Sommer Marsden's Blog, page 127

A Gift To You...

from me! Now until December 31st, if you punch coupon code FH28E (not case sensitive)in the coupon code section at Smashwords, you will get KINKY FOR CHRISTMAS for free. Go one, get kinky for Christmas, you know you want to...

The picture here is my 2010 portrait. Every year I try and remember to take a picture of the print anthologies I'm in or my own print books. It helps me remember that all the weird hours really are for a reason. And it also helps remind me that I do actually work. Sometimes I feel like I don't...

I'll be scarce the next few days as our annual Xmas Eve dinner is swiftly approaching and there is pit beef to be made and quiche and all kinds of other stuff. Ho ho ho!

XOXO
Sommer

oh. ma. gott.

Another review. It must be all the good deeds I did this year earning me all these little shiny reviews right before Christmas. This one is for Ferryman, a favorite of mine, and one--I have to admit--that I've been holding my breath over. I've heard tons about Unexpected, but nary a word about Ferryman. Until now from Seriously Reviewed. Oh, baby, it was worth the wait.

Stuff like "This story was brilliantly layered..." had me smiling--hugely, happily, and okay a bit stupidly...heh. Read the whole review here!

XOXO
Sommer

And for my holiday novella "Pretty In Pink"...

a nice review too. My stocking overfloweth with nice things from great review sites. Like: "a light and humorous holiday-themed novella that gives a new definition to the phrase "love thy neighbor." and "Whether Kimber and Charlie are coming together for the first time or fumbling around in the back of a pickup truck, these two aren't content to make love silently. They talk and tease and just plain have fun, and the effect is both sensual and grin-inducing."

Yay me and ho, ho, ho!

XOXO
Sommer

"Unexpected by Sommer Marsden is a fast-paced, feel good book..."

Four stars and a really bright way to start my day. I'm flattered and thrilled with the NOR review by Daisiemae of Unexpected.
This made me smile! ~~~> "Sommer Marsden is a relatively new author for me, and I have to confess, after reading Unexpected, I plan on keeping an eye out for more books written by her."

If you'd like to see the rest of the review it's here.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. the punctuation issues Daisiemae mentions is the British vs. American way of setting off dialogue. I have to admit, I'm still getting used to it myself, but I just wanted to point that out. :)

save the neck for me, Clark...

It's birthday brunch day here at casa de crazy. Since nine I've been puttering and prepping and trying to keep the breadish things away from the gluten free safe for me to eat things. I have had coffee and tried to find a table cloth (impossible), then I settled on artfully arranging some vintage dinner napkins I recently found at a rummage sale as a table runner.

For some reason, having folks over that I see all the time--every year--to my house for holiday festivities (which my birthday and my sister's birthday fall under due to us both being December babies) freaks me out. And tension and stress can run high. So there's joking and pauses to be kissed or hugged after being snappish (usually on my part) between the man and I.

And almost every holiday season, someone says too much and hurts someone's feelings. Orrrrrr someone just acts like a loon (the verbal equivalent of putting cat food in the Jell-O mold) and freaks someone else out. There is often at least one bruised emotion or act of insanity. At some point. Every. Year.

What my mother and I like to call "Another good old fashioned Griswold Christmas". Unless one of us is the offender/offended. Then we joke about it after the fact.

Hope your holiday is turning out to be stress free and fun or at least you can laugh about it later. And save the neck for me, Clark...

XOXO
Sommer

Balls!

It's another theme song day. It snowed yesterday afternoon and the roads were covered but passable. It was really no big deal. Until this morning. Which is when we all overslept. I mean overslept as in we woke up at the time boy child should be leaving the house most days. Then came a mad rush like a flock of birds all trying to take off in flight at once. I flipped on the news—here comes the part where I misread the ticker and thought we were two hours late. We all breathed a deep sigh of relief…*whew* Then the man called to pop my bubble and tell me…no! We were not two hours late. Get a move on! Bwah!

Then there were pop tarts and seltzer water (I'm out of juice) and cussing. Some yelling and stomping. Wet shoes and car clearing. Raised voices and weeping. And that was just me. [or it felt like it]. I blindly tossed on clothes and took boy in, my coffee is something I tossed together in a travel mug and I'm not sure if it's even actually, technically safe to drink. But girl child has just left to go to bus stop and dog is curling up against my leg and…ah. Peace.
Oh wait. It's Friday right? I have to go shop for food for the brunch at my house tomorrow. (o_O) Balls!

So I bring to you some Gene Loves Jezebel to kick off your morning. I love this album. Can you say ooh-la-la eighties? It was the first 'album' I bought on CD. Ever. Hold on...let me get my cane.

XOXO
Sommer

a nibble of my holiday erotic romance Pretty In Pink

less calories than sugar plums...but he looks pretty tasty to me :) The whole book can be found here at Excessica and also at ARe and Bookstrand and etc etc etc and also. heh.

From Pretty In Pink
by Sommer Marsden
copyright 2010

The sound filled her home again. A deep groan shook her teeth in her head and made her stomach turn.

"It's okay," Charlie laughed touching her hip.

When his fingers touched her there, she sighed. It was involuntary, like sneezing or blinking.

"I'm embarrassed," she admitted.

"Don't' be." Charlie moved past her, his bulk crushing to hers for just a moment and the fact that she wasn't breathing from nerves made white flowers and spots bloom in her vision. Kimber sucked in a deep breath and he laughed softly. That laugh was like his lips on her skin. So intimate and knowing that she shivered. Another moan and Charlie lifted the window. "It's just a noise, Kimber. It sounds way worse than it is."

"Right! Right. It sounds way worse that it is."

"Just like you thinking I was actually sorry I'd kissed you. That sounded way worse than it was."

He leaned out the window and she held her breath, afraid he would fall but mesmerized by the grace with which he moved. The flex of his arms inside that heather gray hoodie. The hard lines of his thighs in his soft-looking pajama pants.

If she touched her hand to the fabric, would it be as soft as it looked? Until she got to the fly? Then would it be hard? A girl could only hope.

"You said you were sorry."

Bang, bang, bang. She jumped a little with every impact.

"But I meant it was wrong of me. Not that I actually regretted the kiss itself." He hauled himself back in and stood tall. God, he was big.

"Oh, I thought you meant…"

"Your lips taste like red hots, did you know that?" He winked and shut the window. A warm rush of fluid moistened the crotch of her panties. She was so very, very hot for this guy. Which was so very, very wrong on many levels.

"I use this cinnamon lipglo—"

She didn't get to finish because he moved in close to kiss her. His head dipped and his mouth pressed to hers. His lips, soft and warm, tasted like mint toothpaste. He hauled her closer and held her waist in his big hands. The cold of them seeped through her pink penguins, causing her to shiver. He pulled her even farther into his embrace. Charlie's mouth toured down her throat and his thumbs stroked her nipples so they pressed the thin fabric of her pajamas. The thrill of his touch pulsed through her belly, her pussy, and even her fingers. She was loose and limber. She was made of jelly. And her ears were ringing. She pushed her hands into his hair and tugged until his hips shot forward; his hard-on undeniable.

"Your skin tastes like Spring. Which is good considering how fast the snow is falling." He didn't let her answer. His hands scooped under her bottom and he lifted her easily, walking to the bed. He planted her on the edge and tugged at her penguin pants. "Out of these, please? I won't regret it." His voice, dark and intense, made her move on the bed like a wave of long hair and long limbs. "Will you?"

Would she?

Charlie studied her, lifting her now bare leg up and kissing the inside of her knee. The tingling parade of sensation marched straight to her cunt and she wanted him more than the next lungful of air. "No. I won't regret it. Be gentle. It's been a while."

She laughed and so did he. "For me, too," Charlie said.

Pick a storyline…

Guest blogging at Excessica today. Tell me...one storyline, two storyline, three storyline...four?
Pick a storyline...any storyline...

XOXO
Sommer

shut up and let me see your jazz hands...

I started today by putting my sweatshirt on backwards in the dark. Then when I realized, I said a [deleted] word and then proceeded to put my slippers on the wrong feet...in the dark. Then I came down and the man was home (his headlights died) and then the boy's walking buddy said he was catching a ride seeing as it is...9 degrees! So drove boy in. Then drove man to drop of car. In the midst of all of this my brand new shiny phone was binging at me because me and the kids got new phones with unlimited texting yesterday. What's faster than me on a laptop keyboard? Kids on a teeny weenie little texting keyboard. Insanity. I'm still learning. Me and my [feels like] giant thumbs.

My god. I need to a) wake up and b) get some work done and c) stay warm. You know what that means? That means this day calls for a theme song. This is what's blaring as I psyche myself up to get down to bidness. My recommendation is (((PLAY IT LOUD)))

Morning, kidlets. Happy Hump Day

XOXO
Sommer

It's 23 degrees...

But with the insane and slightly scary wind chill factor it's waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay below that. Trust me, the tip of my nose and my cold little fingers will tell you so. I'm so happy to be done errands and in my slippers. This seems to be a really good day to go hunting. Are you hunting? If you're not...you still have time! And it's a great excuse to stay in and keep warm.

XOXO
Sommer