Sommer Marsden's Blog, page 136

I Suck At That Game

I Suck At That Game is the title of my guest blog at Excessica toda. And really...I so do suck at that game. heh.

XOXO
Sommer

No, no...that was me...

me-----> (o_O)

You may notice if you go back through my blog that the last 25 or so comments say they've been removed by me. Because i fucked up and removed them. So all my damn lovely ass comments are gone. 25 of them. Because I misunderstood and clicked a button. Trying to organize. Heh. Organize.

Last time I do that.

frig.

And another...

December Ink publication. Tada: Is He Watching? Another one I've been procrastinating on. Wow. That was a relaxing um...day off?

XOXO
Sommer

Three Fingers Of Want

I have been so swamped with finishing up novels and erratas etc I haven't put this short up for what feels like ever. It was about two months from pulling it off my old laptop till now. But that is not the point...the point is...I did it! Finally. The newest December Ink release can be found at ARe and Bookstrand etc. Coming soon to Kindle and if I can defuckify the Smashwords version I'll have the all clear (though it's up there too). Etc, etc, etc.

I finished my errata (that would not die) yesterday. Huzzah!!! [sounds of applause] Today I can laze about with cleaning, doing grunt work and maybe take a run. Tomorrow is...*gulp*...the next errata.
Sigh

Wish me luck!
XOXO
Sommer

I'm part of the hunt...

Are you hunting? Click the picture to join in the fun!
XOXOSommer

ack!

Oh my god. What a day. I feel like I can't tell up from down. First of all, I swear to you this errata is never going to end. I feel like no matter how much I work on it, the remainder continues to grow. I think it's become clear to me that I need to give myself a tiny bit of a break soon. Because when I read I see...

Crap Crapcrapcrap Crappety crap. Crap.

"Crap crappety crap?"

"Crap-crap, crapper, crap..."

Etc.

I need a tiny bit of a break if I don't even enjoy my work. But, ha!, ironically, as I was telling myself I could take a breat, I got another errata to do. But you cannot complain, can you? Work is a good thing, especially right now. So the schedule has shifted to 1. finish current errata, 2. day off, 3. next errata, 4. break! Maybe just focus on the holiday season as a treat for an insane year of writing and publication.


I didn't even realize what day it was until I looked at the calendar. I am not decorated for Halloween (usually an Oct 1 activity) and it took me by surprise to realize that my book Allure is out in two days! Ack! It comes out Thursday and I am super excited. I absolutely adore this quickie. It was so. Much. Fun!

Okay, I feel a bit under the weather today, have to work on the (neverending) errata, and take boy child to a specialist appt for his gnarly ass toenail. Wish me luck!

XOXO
Sommmer

*blush*

Two quick things. Was in grocery store. Clearly have not had enough sleep. Little boy in front of me with his grandmother had frogs on his raincoat. It. Is. Pouring. And the woman checking us out say: "It's good weather for..." Then she pauses.
I pipe in. "Frogs."
"Yes, frogs but I was thinking ducks, my mother always said ducks." She smiles.
They're all looking at me so I want to say: fish and frogs and ducks...
I say: fish and dogs and frucks
Kill me.

And the second quick thing: Something about wearing riding boots that makes strange men hold the door for you.
XOXOSommer

Xcite-ing stuff!

See my cool play on um...word? I'm appearing in two new Xcite five story collections. My story Would You Like Fries With That? is in the new e-collection of the same name. And my story Sticky Notes (an all time personal favorite story, if I do say so myself) is in an e-collection of the same name. Yay!

We now return to my regularly scheduled coffee. I have no idea how morning got here so fast.

XOXO
Sommer

From Fucking The Mermaid

in my new antho Coupling . Ta and Da. This is a snippet and dash weekend. I'm off to...hmmm, I'm not sure what's next on my to-do list. I'm not running the show, I'm just the chauffeur...cook...nurse...maid. LOL.

Happy Sunday!

pendant found here
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from Fucking The Mermaid by Alison Seay
from Coupling: Filthy Erotica For Couples

"You are. Let me play with you."

I laugh. It's not as dirty as it sounds. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I can show you what I see when I look at you."

I glance at my scars without thinking and his fingers hook under my chin, push my gaze up to meet his. "What I see whenever I look at you. What I've always seen. And they're just scars, Sammie. No big deal."

"They're near death scars."

"They're beat death scars," he corrects and turns me away from the mirror. "Will you
behave?"

I nod. "I'll try."

"Well, that's the most anyone can ask of you. You're pretty ornery," Jace says and all I can do is laugh.

The makeup is cool and smooth and makes me shiver just a bit though the heat is
cranked. Jace keeps it high so that I don't catch a chill. My body's still at war some days.Warm when it should be cold, shivering when I should be toasty. My scalp tingles, my fingers go numb, my stomach rebels at the smell of food and sometimes I get headaches that cut me off at the knees. So he babies me. Coddles. Treats me like I'm made of glass and light and candy floss. Fragile and treasured.

I like it and I hate it, too.

"You are more than your scars," my husband says, swirling makeup on my formerly
naked face. Jace is a makeup artist. A damn fine one who works for movies and theatre and even Broadway when we can travel. It is his joke. He started as an artist and now he paints people for a living.

I wonder what he will make of me?

Some fragile fairy tale beauty? Some pale pink figure with a kewpie doll mouth? A
sleeping beauty, a damsel in distress, a great lost broken woman with a wicked tale behind her?

"I know. But the scars are a big part of me now," I admit. I feel my eyes fill up a little. I stave off the waterworks not wanting to mar Jace's artistry. I don't quite know why I'm still angry. The worst is behind me. I am now the proud owner of a new breast and a clean bill of health. Sure, I'll have more doctor's visits, scans and check-ups in my future than most, but I am clean and healthy and symmetrical. I laugh out loud at that thought. Why the symmetry is important to me, I do not know.

"Funny?"

"The fucked-up way I think sometimes," I say.

"Symmetry?"

"You're reading my mind again. That's creepy. Not to mention unfair." I shiver when he dips the brush, smeared with wet, cool liquid makeup to my collar bone.

"That's what a baker's dozen of years in our marital arsenal will get you."

Jace paints the scars that accent and mar my breast and I have to fight myself not to
shy away. From the paint, from the brush. From my husband.

"Stay right there, Samantha Marie. Don't you move. And if I weren't busy painting your tit, I'd be sucking it."

My mouth pops open in shock and I want to be outraged. Instead I feel a swirling mix of intense emotion. Love, gratitude, lust, anger. I shake my head. I will not cry. The fact that he still wants me is a given on some days, a mindfuck on others. "Stay out of my head, mister." I whisper.

Jace smiles at me. "Drop the pants. Panties, socks. All of it."

Because Halloween is coming...

and it is one of my favoritest of holidays, I'm putting up a small snippet of Smoking Hot which takes place at a Halloween Party. A hot, dangerous, crazy Halloween party. Happy Saturday! I now have to go wake up the offspring. I have my helmet and my protective gear on...

The third person who hit the middle of the staircase lived that nightmare. A hand made of black smoke and pure intent snagged that girl—a little blonde dressed as a cheerleader for our Halloween festivities—and yanked. I watched her fight like hell, but she was pulled through the narrow space of the stairs in no time at all. Not pretty. Trust me.

"Move," Sean said in my ear and started the policeman shuffle. He hustled me off to the left, to what appeared to be another door as the swell and crush of bodies parted and folks started making their way for other exits or offshoots of the basement.
He pushed me into a narrow nook that held the boiler. Thank god it wasn't cold enough for the boiler to be used yet, or it would have been a tad toasty in there.
"Oh my holy shit, what the fuck was that?" I was babbling. I thumbed my cell phone and the screen said out of range…out of range.

"Don't know, but it looked like smoke. So—" He was glancing around wildly.

"So? So! So what? You can't just say that and then leave me hanging here, Sean. My cell won't work!" I squeaked.
"Van!" he barked.

"What?"
"Shut up and look for rags. Sheets. Carpets. Anything like that. I don't think any cells are working. Mine's totally dead. Now move!"

"No need to be rude," I grumbled, but did as I was told and found a huge pile of shop rags in one corner. There was more screaming coming from outside the door and I winced. I started shoving rags under the door crack just as a black feeler of smoke snaked in. Sean shoved a rug over it and pushed it into the crevice. Thankfully that one tendril snaked back out and was gone.

"You okay?" he asked, taking me by the upper arm.
"I'm having a stroke," I said very calmly. My heart pounded so hard I felt ill. My hands shook as I pulled the ends of my long dark hair to try to focus myself. Yank, yank, yank. The sharp bites of pain kept me from melting down but at this rate, I'd be bald before we were free.
He tilted my head back and studied my face. I feared flawed makeup, tears, twitches…boogers. God, I feared boogers. "You're not having a stroke," he said and leaned in to kiss me. I took that kiss like a drowning woman takes a life raft. "You're just scared, girl."
"Stroke," I muttered, but I pushed my hands into that unruly surfer-boy hair and yanked so that he retaliated by biting my bottom lip.
"Nope. Just fear." He pushed his hand into my jeans and I let him. He shoved his warm fingers into my panties, and I moved forward to help him. He buried his fingers inside me and I sighed. "See, fear. You're so wet."
"Heart attack, maybe?" I countered. His mouth tasted like summer fruit and handsome man.