Sommer Marsden's Blog, page 133
October 27, 2010
holiday hijinx...
has begun! Some recent titles from December Ink. All holiday related. Now everyone step back while I sing some Robert Goulet Christmas album. XOXO
Sommer
happy birthday kisses and wishes to...
Aisling Weaver! Join me in wishing her a fan-fucking-tastic birthday!
Now! Who wants to administer spankings? Or since it's her birthday does she get to do it?
XOXOSommer
October 26, 2010
walter, peter and i...
are still hanging today. I am feeling a touch better. Managed to drag my ass out to get food as I was getting the evil there-is-no-food-in-the-house eye (though that is a bald faced lie!) but now I'm home and that was exhausting. Don't know what's wrong with me, but am a) tired b) exhausted c) pooped and d) achey. I'm gonna try and sit here and pretend to be a carrot (veg, heh) and finish this novella today.
I'm also poking you with a stick to remind you to enter the tote bag give away for breast cancer awareness month. So far there's three books, pencils, sock and various other oddities in that there bag. Are you really gonna pass that up?
XOXO
Sommer
October 25, 2010
miss may does it again!
"This was a quick, hot, funny read. Not something you find everyday, that's to be sure." Chris at NOR
Another fab review for Allure, this one at NOR. This little Quickie I thought would get no notice at all sure is getting a lot of thumbs up. Yay May!
XOXO
Sommer
back soon
Feeling a bit under the weather today. Managed a bit of work on each book but now I'm managing Peter, Livia, Walter etc...Back soon.
XOXO
Sommer
October 24, 2010
sunday
Happiness is jumping your husband in the kitchen and being met with "Okay, apparently the chili can wait but you can't."
Cut to: bedroom. heh.
Pretty much makes me not care that the Bills are beating the Ravens and totally reminds me why I did the anthology below.
Hope your Sunday is turning out as fan-fucking-tabulous as mine.
XOXO
Sommer
October 22, 2010
"...a super sexy, hot, kinky collection that just titillated the hell out of me"
Oh. My. God. I am so thrilled I really can't say anything beyond those high pitched sounds dolphins make. So just go read the full review at Seriously Reviewed .
"I am thrilled to give this one my stamp and approval to say that if you are looking for some dirty, sexy, kinky smut….100% designed to turn you on? This is it :)" ~Seriously Reviewed
Thrilled. Super, duper, uper thrilled. Woop!
XOXO
Sommer
October 21, 2010
Guess I'm An Adult Now or Who The Fuck Put Me In Charge?
I have always been a big believer of things happening for a reason. Even the sucky ones. So today, after dropping a few bills and my local savings store (starts with a Wal ends with a Mart) the last thing I wanted to do was spend more money. But the man wanted to grill. So I dragged my ass back out intending on grabbing a steak and some sodas.
An hour and a half later I had wondered if someone was going to die in my arms and making a decision that scares the shit out of me like shall we call 9-1-1? I had run into the man's elderly aunt who was having "a spell" in the grocery store. The spell progressed to disorientation, very labored breathing, paleness and a nearly impossible to find pulse. I got to a point where I was running her family history through my head (strokes and heart attacks) and I was really feeling like the most inept person on the planet despite having managed to deal with her and her groceries, the store managers, locating her son on the phone via my sister-in-law (he was on his way) and keeping her calm.
She kept telling me (this is so funny to me now) "It's okay, honey, you go on." And part of me wanted to. I wanted to run so fast my high top Chuck's caught fire. But that was just the panic talking.
When she asked me my name after we'd already been together for a half an hour, I made an executive decision and called 9-1-1. And I was the one who decided it. Me. The flighty, flirty, falls down the steps, writes dirty books for a living perpetual fifteen year old. I dealt with the ambulance folks, the EMT's, the store manager etc. And it was during this time—in the back of my mind—when I was calm as a cuke on the outside and raging with anxiety on the inside (which is how I operate in a crisis), that I realized a) I actually am grown-up despite my best efforts to portray otherwise and b) I was running this show. And even though I didn't want to be near the stupid fucking show, let alone running it, I was. So it was time to man up, grab my balls and do it. I did it.
The point is: when the fuck did I grow up? And also never put me in charge (please!), stop to pay attention to people around you (I almost walked right past her b/c I didn't realize it was her) and in that situation better to feel silly for overreacting than attend a funeral. Call 9-1-1. Something the (cute) EMT (yes, sue me! I noticed) told me about ten times. She's at the hospital doing well, with her son by her side and she's already demanding to go home. Good stuff.
Now I'm going to nap or drink or possibly both at once.
Goodnight.
xoxo
S
October 20, 2010
five buff men and four stars!
No, I'm not hallucinating. Though I am totally on this runaway train called the project that sprang fully formed from my brain late Sunday afternoon. So, if I'm not hallucinating what am I talking about?
Reviews for Allure , of course. Fanny at RomFanReviews gave me five buff men. And thank goodness because I like looking at him. She also says this:
"The wild passion between these two tickles you like wildfire. The rich characters share a delicious rapport. I highly recommend this quickie for anyone who wants more than just a few moments of bliss." Read the full review here.
Sabine at Manic Readers gave me four shiny stars and had this to say: "Ms. Marsden has written a humorous take on the mating heat of shifters and despite Allure being a short story, the reader does get to know the characters...keep writing Ms. Marsden!" Read the full review here.
Thank you, Sabine, I think I will! :)
I'm all giddy over my hunky torsos and shiny stars but dinner is calling and so is my WIP (((Watcha!!!)))<~~~~my whip noise.
XOXO
Sommer p.s. fangs are for my bobcat May. She's such a thexy beatht...
Bobcat love...
Allure is getting so many nice reviews (there's a new one from yesterday but I um...lost the link...I'll find it!) I've been reading bits and pieces. I usually forget books as soon as I'm done. So reading them is like reading someone else's work. And I have to say, I like this little quickie by this author, uh, what's her name ;) But don't tell anyone I said that. I have a no buying your own hype policy.
XOXO
Sommer
From Allure
by Sommer Marsden
(who is me!)
Chase opened his door and slid behind the wheel. He put a big hand on my arm and I saw every miniscule caramel colored freckle on the back of his hand in great detail. The curve of his well shaped fingernails, the whiteness of his cuticles. I could smell his cologne and his skin and under it all the steady thump of his blood. And his attraction—to me. The thought would normally warm me with excitement, but the fact that I was already so warm, running a fever in human terms, had a cold river of fear swirling in my belly.
"I'm really glad I had the nerve to ask you to go out," Chase said. He touched me again, this time on the thigh. I could tell by mildly stunned look on his handsome face that all the touching was maybe out of the norm for him. Or he was just pole-axed with pheromones. This was the siren song of my maniacal hormones. I turned my face slightly away from him, acting as if he'd turn to stone instead of just outrageously horny if he looked right at me.
"Me too," I said. I heard the seductive purr of my own voice and cleared my throat. "Where are we going?" I tried to modulate my tone and the end result was a militaristic bark that made him jerk back for an instant. "Sorry, sorry," I said. "Scratchy throat."
"How's Gregg's?"
"My favorite," I said. I gave in for one brief moment and touched his hand. The fingers were long and tapered and he'd settled his palm back on my thigh as he drove. I traced the backs of his knuckles and then the tips of his fingers. He moaned softly and my brain said stop but my hormones said go. I laid my own hand flat over his and moved his hand inch by inch up my thigh. It was like watching a horror movie where an appendage moved against its' owner's will. I was panting and he was panting and finally, just shy of the very tippy top of my thigh I managed to put on the brakes. "Sorry," I said. My voice was more wheeze than word.
"Me too," he said. "I don't normally… I mean, I know we've known each other for a while now. From the shop…but still, I don't normally. You know. I'm not—"
I heard the concern in his voice and forgot myself. I turned and smiled at him as we drifted to a stop at a red light. "It's okay. I understand. It's my fault. I moved your hand. So I—" I didn't get to finish because he was staring at my mouth like a drowning man staring at a lifeboat. He pushed his hands in my hair, tugged me forward and kissed me. His lips were firm but soft and his mouth tasted like strong mints. I tried to pull back but his tongue curled around mine and I hummed low in my throat, feeling that buzzing tingle that precedes a change. A spontaneous one. One that I do not control, to be exact.
Panic swelled in my chest. What would he do if he pulled back to find himself face to face with a bobcat? A big-toothed, emerald-eyed, horny, ovulating cat! I bit my tongue, only it wasn't my tongue. Chase let out a yelp and pulled back, touching his mouth.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" I heard the apprehensive hiss of big cat in my voice. Chase did a double take.
"I was too forward," he said, turning dazedly back to the wheel as some ass behind us laid on his horn because we'd dallied a whole two seconds after the light turned to green.
"Shove it, jackass!" I yelled out my window before catching myself. My pulse was off the charts and even my fingers were tickling with power. If I didn't shift soon, it would be out of my control. "Can you pull over for a minute?" I asked.
"Are you okay?"
"I am fine. I need um…the facilities. Service station? Convenience store?" I didn't have to continue, because Chase was already turning off the main road and pulling in at Chuck's Car Mart. All things automotive and refreshments and restrooms. Yay, Chuck. "This okay?"
"Great," I said. I had the door half open before he'd stopped the car. Now all I had to do was pray for a restroom with two exits. "They're just over there, so here I go."
"Want a soda?" He looked concerned. "How about some pain relievers?"
"I'm fine. Fine. Really. I'll be right back." I scurried off, half out of my sweater before I hit the corner of the building. I glanced around, I didn't hear or smell or sense anyone. I shucked my clothes behind the brick façade and started running for all I was worth.
XOXO
Sommer
From Allure
by Sommer Marsden
(who is me!)Chase opened his door and slid behind the wheel. He put a big hand on my arm and I saw every miniscule caramel colored freckle on the back of his hand in great detail. The curve of his well shaped fingernails, the whiteness of his cuticles. I could smell his cologne and his skin and under it all the steady thump of his blood. And his attraction—to me. The thought would normally warm me with excitement, but the fact that I was already so warm, running a fever in human terms, had a cold river of fear swirling in my belly.
"I'm really glad I had the nerve to ask you to go out," Chase said. He touched me again, this time on the thigh. I could tell by mildly stunned look on his handsome face that all the touching was maybe out of the norm for him. Or he was just pole-axed with pheromones. This was the siren song of my maniacal hormones. I turned my face slightly away from him, acting as if he'd turn to stone instead of just outrageously horny if he looked right at me.
"Me too," I said. I heard the seductive purr of my own voice and cleared my throat. "Where are we going?" I tried to modulate my tone and the end result was a militaristic bark that made him jerk back for an instant. "Sorry, sorry," I said. "Scratchy throat."
"How's Gregg's?"
"My favorite," I said. I gave in for one brief moment and touched his hand. The fingers were long and tapered and he'd settled his palm back on my thigh as he drove. I traced the backs of his knuckles and then the tips of his fingers. He moaned softly and my brain said stop but my hormones said go. I laid my own hand flat over his and moved his hand inch by inch up my thigh. It was like watching a horror movie where an appendage moved against its' owner's will. I was panting and he was panting and finally, just shy of the very tippy top of my thigh I managed to put on the brakes. "Sorry," I said. My voice was more wheeze than word.
"Me too," he said. "I don't normally… I mean, I know we've known each other for a while now. From the shop…but still, I don't normally. You know. I'm not—"
I heard the concern in his voice and forgot myself. I turned and smiled at him as we drifted to a stop at a red light. "It's okay. I understand. It's my fault. I moved your hand. So I—" I didn't get to finish because he was staring at my mouth like a drowning man staring at a lifeboat. He pushed his hands in my hair, tugged me forward and kissed me. His lips were firm but soft and his mouth tasted like strong mints. I tried to pull back but his tongue curled around mine and I hummed low in my throat, feeling that buzzing tingle that precedes a change. A spontaneous one. One that I do not control, to be exact.
Panic swelled in my chest. What would he do if he pulled back to find himself face to face with a bobcat? A big-toothed, emerald-eyed, horny, ovulating cat! I bit my tongue, only it wasn't my tongue. Chase let out a yelp and pulled back, touching his mouth.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" I heard the apprehensive hiss of big cat in my voice. Chase did a double take.
"I was too forward," he said, turning dazedly back to the wheel as some ass behind us laid on his horn because we'd dallied a whole two seconds after the light turned to green.
"Shove it, jackass!" I yelled out my window before catching myself. My pulse was off the charts and even my fingers were tickling with power. If I didn't shift soon, it would be out of my control. "Can you pull over for a minute?" I asked.
"Are you okay?"
"I am fine. I need um…the facilities. Service station? Convenience store?" I didn't have to continue, because Chase was already turning off the main road and pulling in at Chuck's Car Mart. All things automotive and refreshments and restrooms. Yay, Chuck. "This okay?"
"Great," I said. I had the door half open before he'd stopped the car. Now all I had to do was pray for a restroom with two exits. "They're just over there, so here I go."
"Want a soda?" He looked concerned. "How about some pain relievers?"
"I'm fine. Fine. Really. I'll be right back." I scurried off, half out of my sweater before I hit the corner of the building. I glanced around, I didn't hear or smell or sense anyone. I shucked my clothes behind the brick façade and started running for all I was worth.
