Sommer Marsden's Blog, page 137

oh. my. gott...

I am apparently senile and watching Full House reruns every morning with my kids while senile and half awake without coffee is NOT the time to announce contest winners.

If Sherrie could contact me, I'd be glad to get her info and send out her Coupling goodie bag prize.

Steffanie is someone I apparently concocted taking the double 'r's in Sherrie's name and making them f's and taking the name of a Full House character and...

Nevermind.
Sherrie, if you see this, hit me at hot4sommer[at]yahoo[dot]com with your snail mail address and I'll get your prize out to you. Real fast before I forget who you are or what I'm doing (o_O)
XOXOSommer

Friday stuff...

Woohoo! Friday. And the rain has stopped and the air is cool and I am ready to...sleep all weekend. True story.

Now on with the stuff.

Stuff #1: Steffanie won my Excessica chat group prize from yesterday. She'll get a print copy of Coupling , some chocolates to nibble while she reads and....whatever else I decide to toss in there. So, Steffanie, shoot me your address and I'll get your prize bag out. And thanks for coming by. :D

Stuff #2: Wonder edited by Selena Kitt is out today and my story "A Life With Purpose" is in it. Man oh man, that was a hard story to place but I finally found it a good home and am super pleased!

Stuff #3: New contest as Erotica For All featuring Coupling . It runs all month.

There is a stuff #4 but I have forgotten what it was. I did not buy coffee yesterday. I have scraped together enough for 1.5 cups. How? How oh how did I forget coffee? It's like forgetting air. (o_O)

XOXO
Sommer
oh! #4! Today the chat is still going. So come back and join us. Tonight we find out who won the Kindles. Woop!

there's still time!

I did a fun chat this morning on the Excessica group. I put up a bunch of dirty snippets from Coupling and a few others. Theeeeeeeeen I put up some questions. You can still go back and read and answer the questions. Send your answers to me at hot4sommer[at]yahoo[dot]com before midnight tonight (EST) and I'll put your name in for a little goodie bag~A print copy of Coupling , some chocolates and maybe another random treat or two.
The chat's on for today and tomorrow with lots of great authors, prizes, chatter and at the end there will be some lucky Kindle winners.

XOXOSommer

It's Chatastic!

I kick off the Excessica chat tomorrow. The next two days there will be a chat on the Excessica group to wrap up the Scavenger Hunt. At the end (10/1 during Selena Kitt's slot) the winners of the Kindle 3's will be announced. So run over and join and be there for my snippets and chatting and question answering and a prize from...me! And others too. I think it'll be a super fun and dirty way to end the week.

XOXOSommer

turned on: occupational hazard

So I'm doing the errata for LTD today and...whew. Is it warm in here? Warning snippet is NNNSFW (not, not, NOT! suitable for work)...


"Yes. Touching myself." Lucas pushed his fingers higher when I said it. My confession earned me a rough rub of his wide thumb over my clit. He went right to it like he had that X-ray vision I feared. Simply ran a line up my leg and centered in on me there. He stroked, the pressure soft and perfect. My eyes fell closed and my head tipped back.

"Does that feel good, Ember?"

I nodded, it was all I could do. Lucas removed his hand. I opened my eyes and he stared at me like I had been here a thousand times and we'd known each other forever. I read that look and said, out loud, "Yes. It feels good."

I was rewarded for my verbal skills. His finger returned and pushed me more firmly, rubbed a half-assed, lazy circle that curled my bare toes on the cool tile floor. Watching his face made me uncoil inside. Pieces of the horrible night lifted off of me, fell away in dirty chunks as he moved closer. I would have been surprised if a sheet of paper would fit between our lips, and yet, he did not kiss me. Instead he said right up to me, so close I couldn't lie. "What were you thinking about?"

My breath stuttered and I blew it out softly. My lips shivered belying my nerves. The truth? Lie? I found his eyes. So close and so brown, gold flecks like some gorgeous but dangerous animal. His hand had left--he wasn't touching me. I felt the absence of his touch. Lying wasn't an option. "You. I was thinking about…" I forced the last word out. "You."

This time he did not touch me through the sweatpants. He pushed them down just in the front. Just enough to expose the angle of my hipbones, the smooth hill of my shaved sex. I watched, my breath stalled in my lungs, my ears rang. He pushed a finger into my cunt. Slow. It disappeared to the first knuckle and only then did my brain and body reconcile the sight and the sensation. I inhaled the air I'd been denying myself. Middle knuckle. All the way in. He stopped, one finger deep in my wetness, smiled. That fraction of an inch disappeared and he kissed me. Softly at first. Gentle.

"Oh," I said. I didn't take the time to feel stupid. It had slipped out and this bizarre but perfect moment in time could not be wasted with worrying that I was stupid.

"Yeah. Oh. You're very wet down there, Ember. Your pussy is wet. For me." He flexed deep inside me and it was as if he had pushed an invisible switch with the pad of his finger. My nipples went taut, my belly fluttered with a delicious pressure. "Your cunt is wet. For me." His lips pressed to my earlobe and he pushed another finger inside.

"Yes, it is. It is for you."

"Say my name."

"Lucas."

"Say it." His thumb slipped over my clit, wet with my own silken juices. Had I stopped breathing? It felt like it.

"Yes, Lucas, for you." My hips bumped up under him. I gripped the sides of his ladder back chair. Holding hard to the woven seat like it would crumble under me. I watched his hand in my pants. Watched his eyes track my movements. I sat trapped and mesmerized as he leaned in, kissing me again. He bit my bottom lip. Pain and pleasure warred in my nerve endings.

Holding the pink flesh between his sharp white teeth he said, "Say it."

My mind scrambled for a moment. Frantic beats of anxiety pulsed in me. Say what? What should I do? But then he pressed my clit, circled, pressed harder and harder until my vision was peppered with little white spots. I started to come and he almost pulled his fingers free to deny me. Magically, mercifully, my brain kicked in. "Yes, Sir," I whispered. "Yes, Sir. For you."

"You're coming for me." He bit my throat above my collar bone. The sparks of pain accenting the liquid pleasure that rolled through my cunt, filled my womb.

"Yes, Sir, for you," I managed before my head fell back and my hips shot up. His hand in my pants, his mouth at my throat and what wanted to be fear in my mind. But I tamped it down. Just for now. I could worry when it didn't feel so fucking good.

Pass me that ice water...

XOXO
Sommer

Mazels (pilfered)

I love Andy Cohen and his hook-ups with the Bravo reality stars. More than that, I love Andy's Mazels of the week (and jackholes too). So, I'm pilfering Mr. Cohen's fun mazel. I'm going to try and do them often. I like to spread sunshine and joy wherever I go (hold on, I just choked on my coffee laughing).

This week's Mazels go to:

Alison Tyler for a super duper author spotlight by Violet Blue for Digita Publishing. Woo and also hoo!

Cora Zane for her upcoming Cyber vamps. Her EC release will be on November 4th but I am already enjoying her chesty cover. Are my fangs showing?

And Cassie Exline for making me pee my pants when this popped up in front of me on her blog...

God. I need a drink now.

Anyway, if you see a mazel in the making let me know. Because I love to say it. Mazel, mazel, mazel. In the meantime, go check Andy's Bravo blog. He is too cute.

XOXO
Sommer

Are you dead?

This morning, on Twitter, I posed the question: "How tired to you have to be before you just fall down?"

The answer to that riddle: two o'clock tired. Kids off to school, breakfast dishes done, errata done and sent, short story done and sent, new short story started, library hit, store hit, liquor store hit, laundry done, done, and done and folded sort of tired.

Two o'clock tired. And then I crashed like a kite full of holes. I laid down on the sofa (dropped like a rock is more like it) and dozed off and pretty much slept (except for mild stirrings) until 2:40 when I heard boy child at the front door. It was locked. He had his face pressed to the window and when I started to get up I heard "are you dead?"

Not yet. Not. Yet. But I think I need a pot of---->

But at least I feel like I got a lot done. I even ran. How, I do not know. But I did it. And I just have one question...is it bed time yet?

XOXOSommer

live and uncensored from my 80's brain...

Such a child of the 80's am I that my current book is rolling around in my head as this and this (I was always partial to JT). I am currently wearing my sunglasses (a new pair almost identical to a pair I owned in high school) at night and hungry like the wolf. I need a snack...

Almost. Done. Errata...*gasp*
XOXOSommer

Let there be print...

and Kindle. That's print and Kindle for Coupling . Yay. :D

Snippety Doo Da...

We were walking the dog and discussing RV's and camping of all things and I said something about something about something and then said, "You know. That way I control it. You know how I am about control..."

And the man said--with faux surprise-- "Noooooo. You?"

Heh. Smart-ass. Anyway, it made me think of this sexy snippet from Blackout by Alison Tyler. You know, from the brand new hot couples erotica anthology COUPLING I edited. Not that I'm proud of it or anything...

From Blackout by Alison...