Sommer Marsden's Blog, page 28
March 16, 2014
Day 16 brings us Justine Elyot, a bit of smushiness that made me sniffle and a hell of a choice of prizes!
Sunday morning already! Damn. Is it me or does the weekend fly by while the week takes its sweet old time. :P Oh well, I'll do my best to savor today. I'll start by saying woohoo to Trix! Trix is Lucy's winner from yesterday. Trix, Lucy will be contacting you shortly and you have that big fat choice to make. Good luck with that ;) All the rest of you were, of course, put into the draw for the grand prize.
Today is Justine Elyot here on UA (I admit her post made me sniffle a bit). In nutshell, Justine is one of my absolute favorite erotic authors. She's such a talent I could try to put it into words for you but I fear I'd fail. Which would make me look bad considering I'm a writer and all. Eep! Justine penned (well, actually, I assume she typed it) one of my favorite stories, Gentleman's Relish, in my anthology Gritty . Somehow she is dirty and classy and filthy and refined all in one short story and always wants you leaving more. Can't beat that with a stick. Not that we're beating things, but...yeah, that took a severe left turn. Never mind. How about we just move on to Justine!
Justine is giving you a choice, and thank goodness I don't have to make it because if I did...I'd have some trouble. *Please remember to leave your email address with your comment so we can contact you if you win. If we can't contact you, you can't win. And that would be so sad. :(
Have a great Sunday!
XOXO
Sommer
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If a week is a long time in politics, then nine years is something or other in erotica. Impressive, amazing, brilliant? Any of the above. Congratulations to Sommer on her 9th anniversary.
My first experience of Sommer's writing was during a one of my regular trawls of
Alison Tyler's blog
. I don't remember exactly how long ago it was, but Alison had an anthology with a fire theme that she was marketing at the time. She put up the first few paragraphs of
Sommer's story Fire Woman
and I read it and was blown away (or maybe blown up). To be honest, it caused me more than a moment of doubt because I couldn't imagine writing with such force and assurance and sheer white-heat. I moped about feeling inadequate for a bit, and read the story several times in a row just to make sure it really, really was that good. (It was.)
I guess it was two or maybe three years later that I had the privilege of getting to know Sommer as a fellow anthology contributor. I couldn't believe my luck when my first story, Advanced Corsetry, wound up in the same collection as one of Sommer's stories, Wednesdays and Thursdays. I shared print space with this goddess! (and sundry others also well worthy of the title) – it was amazing to me.
I soon found out that Sommer was not only an incredible erotic writer but a truly excellent person.
She has been a great friend and supporter right from those early days and I feel truly privileged to count her as such. I hope her nine years in the business are just the beginning of a long and distinguished career at the top.
Anyway, I know that, like me, you're here to raise a glass to Sommer, but you're also here for a competition, and I have a choice of prizes to offer.
1) is a print copy of my new Black Lace novel Fallen . It's for those who like their BDSM a bit Victorian, full of corsets and riding crops. You'll need to keep the smelling salts handy for this one.
2) is an ebook novella, which you can have in epub or mobi format. It's called By His Command and it's the sequel to a book called His House of Submission, which you may or may not have read.
Either of these are up for grabs to one randomly selected commenter – good luck!
Today is Justine Elyot here on UA (I admit her post made me sniffle a bit). In nutshell, Justine is one of my absolute favorite erotic authors. She's such a talent I could try to put it into words for you but I fear I'd fail. Which would make me look bad considering I'm a writer and all. Eep! Justine penned (well, actually, I assume she typed it) one of my favorite stories, Gentleman's Relish, in my anthology Gritty . Somehow she is dirty and classy and filthy and refined all in one short story and always wants you leaving more. Can't beat that with a stick. Not that we're beating things, but...yeah, that took a severe left turn. Never mind. How about we just move on to Justine!
Justine is giving you a choice, and thank goodness I don't have to make it because if I did...I'd have some trouble. *Please remember to leave your email address with your comment so we can contact you if you win. If we can't contact you, you can't win. And that would be so sad. :(
Have a great Sunday!
XOXO
Sommer
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
If a week is a long time in politics, then nine years is something or other in erotica. Impressive, amazing, brilliant? Any of the above. Congratulations to Sommer on her 9th anniversary.
My first experience of Sommer's writing was during a one of my regular trawls of
Alison Tyler's blog
. I don't remember exactly how long ago it was, but Alison had an anthology with a fire theme that she was marketing at the time. She put up the first few paragraphs of
Sommer's story Fire Woman
and I read it and was blown away (or maybe blown up). To be honest, it caused me more than a moment of doubt because I couldn't imagine writing with such force and assurance and sheer white-heat. I moped about feeling inadequate for a bit, and read the story several times in a row just to make sure it really, really was that good. (It was.)I guess it was two or maybe three years later that I had the privilege of getting to know Sommer as a fellow anthology contributor. I couldn't believe my luck when my first story, Advanced Corsetry, wound up in the same collection as one of Sommer's stories, Wednesdays and Thursdays. I shared print space with this goddess! (and sundry others also well worthy of the title) – it was amazing to me.
I soon found out that Sommer was not only an incredible erotic writer but a truly excellent person.
She has been a great friend and supporter right from those early days and I feel truly privileged to count her as such. I hope her nine years in the business are just the beginning of a long and distinguished career at the top.Anyway, I know that, like me, you're here to raise a glass to Sommer, but you're also here for a competition, and I have a choice of prizes to offer.
1) is a print copy of my new Black Lace novel Fallen . It's for those who like their BDSM a bit Victorian, full of corsets and riding crops. You'll need to keep the smelling salts handy for this one.
2) is an ebook novella, which you can have in epub or mobi format. It's called By His Command and it's the sequel to a book called His House of Submission, which you may or may not have read.
Either of these are up for grabs to one randomly selected commenter – good luck!
March 15, 2014
Day 15 brings us Lucy Felthouse, reader's choice and Howard...the owl!
Good Saturday morning. I slept in but not as late as I would have hoped. But it sure as hell beats waking up in the dark at 6:30! I'll take one more sip of coffee and then say, congrats Calvin! You're our winner from yesterday. KD Grace will be in touch soon. :)
Now on to today, boys and girls. Today I have Lucy Felthouse who in my head is a multi-armed
phenom. She's amazing at not only the writing gig but the marketing thing. Not to mention always being kind, sharing other writers news on Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest...gasp!... and sending squishy knitted owls in the mail! Oh wait...that last one might not be a standard. But since my owl (Howard is his name, if you must know) is always looking down at me from my shelf above my writing desk I'm sure to think fondly of Lucy every day.
Lucy is offering reader's choice from her backlist. So if you win you'll have a heavy duty choice to make. That'll be a rough one, but hey! in the end you'll have a nice spicy book to take up your time.
*Please remember to leave your email address with your comment so you're eligible to win. And remember, every comment is entered in the draw for the $50 Amazon grand prize.
Happy Saturday!
XOXO
Sommer
Turning The Innocent Into Something Dirty by Lucy FelthouseFirstly, I want to say a huge thank you to Sommer, for several reasons. One, for inviting me here to help celebrate her writerly birthday. Two, for having a writerly birthday—here’s to many more, Sommer. Three, for being an inspiration. For keeping going, still penning smut at the toughest of times and giving the rest of us a kick up the arse.
So, now I’ve said those nice things, I’m going to totally ruin it by being naughty. I suspect you don’t mind, not really. Today, I’d like to talk about turning the innocent into something dirty—a skill I’ve had for many years, but one that’s been exacerbated greatly since I started writing erotica and erotic romance. Now, I can turn pretty much anything, any person, situation, place or item into something smutty. I haven’t yet decided whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.
When it came to writing my first novel, however, it was definitely a good thing. Because I set my book, Stately Pleasures, in a stately home. Nothing erotic about a stately home, you might think. I beg to differ. I’ve been fascinated by this type of place for years, about what could go on behind those closed doors, those shut-off rooms and so on. The rooms the huge houses have that mostly, normal people don’t have in their homes. There’s lots and lots of scope for my fertile imagination. That, coupled with my skill for turning innocent things into dirty things, made for an interesting writing experience.Here are a few examples. You wouldn’t think the following items or places were particularly erotic, would you?
Pestle, carpet beater, wooden ruler (okay, that one you can probably guess already), dining room chair, library ladder, trestle table, maze... the list goes on. But when you add a dirty mind and two gorgeous male characters, also with very dirty minds, then you can start to piece the puzzle together. A pestle, for example, is phallic—need I say any more? A carpet beater can be used to beat something other than carpets... you get the picture.
As I said, I can’t quite decide whether my increasingly smutty imagination is a good thing or a bad thing, particularly when I end up visiting places, coming up with ideas and giggling to myself at the most inappropriate times. On the other hand, when those ideas transform into words on a page and eventually actual stories, well, that’s awesome. So I guess I’ll continue allowing my dirty mind to pervert innocent items for now. It’s kinda fun.
Happy Reading!Lucy x
*****
Blurb:Alice Brown has just landed her dream job. Property manager at Davenport Manor, a British stately home. It’s only a nine-month contract to cover maternity leave, but it’s the boost up the career ladder she so desperately needs.
Unfortunately, things don’t get off to the best start, when Alice finds her boss, Jeremy Davenport, in a compromising position. Far from being embarrassed by what’s happened, Jeremy turns things around on Alice and makes her out to be the one in the wrong. So when he and his best friend and head of security, Ethan Hayes, then throw an ultimatum at her, she’s so stunned and confused that she goes along with their indecent proposal.
When the dust settles and Alice has time to think about things, though, she realises that perhaps it isn’t such a bad thing. There are worse things she could be doing to advance her career, after all.
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18756618-stately-pleasures*****
Excerpt:Alice took a deep breath, in through her nose and out through her mouth. Repeated the process once more. Then, realising she could sit there all day doing it and not feel any calmer, she forced herself to step out of the car and close and lock the door.She bent to peer into the wing mirror of the vehicle and checked her hair and make-up. Satisfied, she straightened, then turned on her heel and walked quickly across the driveway to the great house before her nerve failed her.Davenport Manor was currently open for visitors, so she walked in through the front door and was met by a smiling elderly lady.‘Can I help you?’ the woman asked kindly.‘Yes, please.’ Alice twisted her hands together nervously. ‘I’m here to see Mr Davenport. I’m here for an interview for the property manager’s role.’‘Yes, of course,’ the woman replied, ‘that’s today, isn’t it? Follow me; I’ll take you to Mr Davenport’s office. But just hang on one second.’She ducked through the doorway into the next room and spoke with her colleague. Alice guessed she was letting her co-worker know she’d be gone for a few minutes. A few seconds later, she was back. ‘OK, follow me, Miss …’‘Brown,’ Alice said, then fell in behind the other woman as she led her to Mr Davenport’s office, and the interview that could change her life for ever. It was hardly surprising that she was shaking like a leaf.Alice quickly felt lost as their journey took several twists and turns along dim corridors – their blinds drawn to protect paintings, tapestries, and furniture from the sunlight – and up a flight of stairs. She had a few seconds to worry about finding her way if she was lucky enough to get the job, then, suddenly, her guide stopped outside a door and turned around.‘Here you go, Miss Brown. Mr Davenport’s office. Good luck with your interview.’Alice smiled and thanked the elderly woman, then smoothed down her skirt, which also conveniently helped wipe the nervous sweat off her hands. She stood up straight, gave herself a mental pep talk about being more than qualified for the role, and knocked on the door.‘Enter.’Alice knew that voice could only belong to Jeremy Davenport. The posh accent, and the fact he’d said “enter” instead of “come in”, screamed money and an upper-class upbringing. Alice was suddenly nervous of her broad Midlands accent and lowly background, despite the fact she’d worked her backside off to get into a decent university in order to gain a Bachelor of Arts degree and then a Master’s degree. No matter what she sounded like, or what her past was, she had all the skills necessary to do the job she was about to be interviewed for.Suddenly, she realised that she’d left rather a long pause before opening the door, and she turned the handle before the occupants of the room thought they were about to interview some kind of simpleton who couldn’t follow a simple instruction.Fixing a polite – but hopefully not inane – smile onto her face, Alice stepped into Jeremy Davenport’s office. Her first thought – which certainly did nothing to help her nerves – was good God, he’s hot.Jeremy sat behind a desk, with a heavily pregnant woman sitting beside it. Alice barely noticed the woman. All she saw was him. A man with cropped dark brown hair, hazel/green eyes, a jawline you could cut bread with, and lips that looked capable of doing incredibly wicked, sexual things to a woman. Or a man. Alice had no idea what his sexuality was, but she found herself hoping he liked women.She chastised herself. Even if he did like women, he wouldn’t go for someone like her. A Plain Jane, with mousy brown shoulder-length hair, blue eyes, average height and above average weight. Alice had always known she’d never be a supermodel, so she’d worked extra hard academically, and here she was. About to be interviewed for her dream job.
*****Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Now on to today, boys and girls. Today I have Lucy Felthouse who in my head is a multi-armed
phenom. She's amazing at not only the writing gig but the marketing thing. Not to mention always being kind, sharing other writers news on Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest...gasp!... and sending squishy knitted owls in the mail! Oh wait...that last one might not be a standard. But since my owl (Howard is his name, if you must know) is always looking down at me from my shelf above my writing desk I'm sure to think fondly of Lucy every day. Lucy is offering reader's choice from her backlist. So if you win you'll have a heavy duty choice to make. That'll be a rough one, but hey! in the end you'll have a nice spicy book to take up your time.
*Please remember to leave your email address with your comment so you're eligible to win. And remember, every comment is entered in the draw for the $50 Amazon grand prize.
Happy Saturday!
XOXO
Sommer
Turning The Innocent Into Something Dirty by Lucy FelthouseFirstly, I want to say a huge thank you to Sommer, for several reasons. One, for inviting me here to help celebrate her writerly birthday. Two, for having a writerly birthday—here’s to many more, Sommer. Three, for being an inspiration. For keeping going, still penning smut at the toughest of times and giving the rest of us a kick up the arse.
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So, now I’ve said those nice things, I’m going to totally ruin it by being naughty. I suspect you don’t mind, not really. Today, I’d like to talk about turning the innocent into something dirty—a skill I’ve had for many years, but one that’s been exacerbated greatly since I started writing erotica and erotic romance. Now, I can turn pretty much anything, any person, situation, place or item into something smutty. I haven’t yet decided whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.When it came to writing my first novel, however, it was definitely a good thing. Because I set my book, Stately Pleasures, in a stately home. Nothing erotic about a stately home, you might think. I beg to differ. I’ve been fascinated by this type of place for years, about what could go on behind those closed doors, those shut-off rooms and so on. The rooms the huge houses have that mostly, normal people don’t have in their homes. There’s lots and lots of scope for my fertile imagination. That, coupled with my skill for turning innocent things into dirty things, made for an interesting writing experience.Here are a few examples. You wouldn’t think the following items or places were particularly erotic, would you?
Pestle, carpet beater, wooden ruler (okay, that one you can probably guess already), dining room chair, library ladder, trestle table, maze... the list goes on. But when you add a dirty mind and two gorgeous male characters, also with very dirty minds, then you can start to piece the puzzle together. A pestle, for example, is phallic—need I say any more? A carpet beater can be used to beat something other than carpets... you get the picture.
As I said, I can’t quite decide whether my increasingly smutty imagination is a good thing or a bad thing, particularly when I end up visiting places, coming up with ideas and giggling to myself at the most inappropriate times. On the other hand, when those ideas transform into words on a page and eventually actual stories, well, that’s awesome. So I guess I’ll continue allowing my dirty mind to pervert innocent items for now. It’s kinda fun.
Happy Reading!Lucy x
*****
Blurb:Alice Brown has just landed her dream job. Property manager at Davenport Manor, a British stately home. It’s only a nine-month contract to cover maternity leave, but it’s the boost up the career ladder she so desperately needs.
Unfortunately, things don’t get off to the best start, when Alice finds her boss, Jeremy Davenport, in a compromising position. Far from being embarrassed by what’s happened, Jeremy turns things around on Alice and makes her out to be the one in the wrong. So when he and his best friend and head of security, Ethan Hayes, then throw an ultimatum at her, she’s so stunned and confused that she goes along with their indecent proposal.
When the dust settles and Alice has time to think about things, though, she realises that perhaps it isn’t such a bad thing. There are worse things she could be doing to advance her career, after all.
Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18756618-stately-pleasures*****
Excerpt:Alice took a deep breath, in through her nose and out through her mouth. Repeated the process once more. Then, realising she could sit there all day doing it and not feel any calmer, she forced herself to step out of the car and close and lock the door.She bent to peer into the wing mirror of the vehicle and checked her hair and make-up. Satisfied, she straightened, then turned on her heel and walked quickly across the driveway to the great house before her nerve failed her.Davenport Manor was currently open for visitors, so she walked in through the front door and was met by a smiling elderly lady.‘Can I help you?’ the woman asked kindly.‘Yes, please.’ Alice twisted her hands together nervously. ‘I’m here to see Mr Davenport. I’m here for an interview for the property manager’s role.’‘Yes, of course,’ the woman replied, ‘that’s today, isn’t it? Follow me; I’ll take you to Mr Davenport’s office. But just hang on one second.’She ducked through the doorway into the next room and spoke with her colleague. Alice guessed she was letting her co-worker know she’d be gone for a few minutes. A few seconds later, she was back. ‘OK, follow me, Miss …’‘Brown,’ Alice said, then fell in behind the other woman as she led her to Mr Davenport’s office, and the interview that could change her life for ever. It was hardly surprising that she was shaking like a leaf.Alice quickly felt lost as their journey took several twists and turns along dim corridors – their blinds drawn to protect paintings, tapestries, and furniture from the sunlight – and up a flight of stairs. She had a few seconds to worry about finding her way if she was lucky enough to get the job, then, suddenly, her guide stopped outside a door and turned around.‘Here you go, Miss Brown. Mr Davenport’s office. Good luck with your interview.’Alice smiled and thanked the elderly woman, then smoothed down her skirt, which also conveniently helped wipe the nervous sweat off her hands. She stood up straight, gave herself a mental pep talk about being more than qualified for the role, and knocked on the door.‘Enter.’Alice knew that voice could only belong to Jeremy Davenport. The posh accent, and the fact he’d said “enter” instead of “come in”, screamed money and an upper-class upbringing. Alice was suddenly nervous of her broad Midlands accent and lowly background, despite the fact she’d worked her backside off to get into a decent university in order to gain a Bachelor of Arts degree and then a Master’s degree. No matter what she sounded like, or what her past was, she had all the skills necessary to do the job she was about to be interviewed for.Suddenly, she realised that she’d left rather a long pause before opening the door, and she turned the handle before the occupants of the room thought they were about to interview some kind of simpleton who couldn’t follow a simple instruction.Fixing a polite – but hopefully not inane – smile onto her face, Alice stepped into Jeremy Davenport’s office. Her first thought – which certainly did nothing to help her nerves – was good God, he’s hot.Jeremy sat behind a desk, with a heavily pregnant woman sitting beside it. Alice barely noticed the woman. All she saw was him. A man with cropped dark brown hair, hazel/green eyes, a jawline you could cut bread with, and lips that looked capable of doing incredibly wicked, sexual things to a woman. Or a man. Alice had no idea what his sexuality was, but she found herself hoping he liked women.She chastised herself. Even if he did like women, he wouldn’t go for someone like her. A Plain Jane, with mousy brown shoulder-length hair, blue eyes, average height and above average weight. Alice had always known she’d never be a supermodel, so she’d worked extra hard academically, and here she was. About to be interviewed for her dream job.
*****Bio:
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebookand Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9March 14, 2014
Day 14 brings KD Grace, a character interview and a best of prize...
Good morning! And yes, the only reason I am so chipper is because it's Friday! And I do not have to get up in the dark and cold tomorrow. Woohoo!
Down to business. The winner of yesterday's prize from Victoria Blisse is Keisha. Keisha, VB will be in contact shortly. Thanks everyone for commenting and you've all been (well, your names have been) tossed in the goblet for the $50 Amazon grand prize.
Today I have KD Grace. One of the Brit Babes and one talented-ass writer. She also gardens and does super long walks and travels for research and...*gasp*. I think I might want to be her when I grow up. My gardens often go full-mutiny within a week or two of planting. You can check out her blog and keep up with her busy ways and definitely read her super sexy books.
I admit I've only been scanning my birthday helpers' blogs because there are so many. So this morning when I posted and read this, I got a good chuckle. I think you'll like it!!
KD is offering up a copy of her Best of KD Grace: Gracefully Aroused. *Please be sure to leave your email address (yes, even if I know you. Saves me a lot of time looking you up) so you have a shot at winning. Good luck!
XOXOSommer
The Mount Vegas Team Help Sommer Celebrate
It’s four A.M. in the suite at the Cosmopolitan in Las Vegas when I meet Elsa Crane and Nick Chase,
from
Fulfilling the Contract
who are just finishing up their Mount Vegas duties for the night. Elsa is still dressed in her leopard print loincloth and halter-top and Nick is in a rumpled-looking tux with his shirt untucked. I stifle a yawn as Nick hands both me and Elsa a cold bottle of Black Canyon Stout from the fridge and grabs one for himself. Elsa: Have a seat, K D (Elsa nods me into the sitting room with its fab view of Vegas at Night just as the fountains at the Bellagio erupt in their regularly scheduled dance. We watch for a moment, then she drops onto the sofa next to Nick and I take the cushy chair across from them)
KD: How’d the fantasy for Mrs Bromley go? Pike said it was something about naked men bathing in the fountain in front of the Bellagio? (I nod to the open door of the balcony)
Nick: She loved it. Deke and Horse. She loves Horse. She’s a fan of men with big …
Elsa: (interrupts strategically) We’re not here to discuss the size of Horse’s assets.
KD: I don’t mind. Really I don’t.
Nick: (Gives me a wicked grin and Elsa glares at him)
KD: So why am I here?
Elsa: (slips out of her sandals and curls her feet up under her) It’s Sommer Marsden’s big 9thBirthday Celebration, and nine years of writing sizzling erotic romance is definitely worth a party. (She looks at Nick, who nods his agreement)
Nick: (Clears his throat and fidgets slightly on the couch) Truth is all of us guys are huge Sommer Marsden fans. I mean that chick is hot, and man can she write. (Glances over at Elsa) What? Can’t guys read good erotica too? (Turns his attention back to me) Actually everyone at Mount Vegas loves Sommer Marsden. Just yesterday I caught Kandi reading Restless Spirit when she was supposed to be setting up the scopes.
Elsa: Anyway, we thought maybe to help her celebrate, Mount Vegas could put together one of our voyeuristic fantasies for her. What do you think?
KD: That sounds great, but Sommer lives a long way from Las Vegas.
Elsa: Not a problem. I’ve already talked to Rita Holly about using the jet. At Sommer’s convenience, of course.
Nick: And I’ll personally pick her up at the airport in my best limo. Even a nice hotel, well that’s all sorted. We were just wondering if you know what kind of sexy scene Sommer would like to watch? (Leans forward on sofa looking very serious) Do you think she’d like Horse and Deke in the fountain? A billionaire/virgin fantasy? Maybe something paranormal? Beetle makes a fantastic vampire, and Pagan was born to be a werewolf.
KD: Sommer’s work is so varied and so creative, it’s hard to know what would really appeal to her.
Elsa: Pike’s a huge fan. He’s hoping Sommer might like to watch something in the dungeon, and Tanya would love to be his sub. Trouble is we don’t know what she’d like.
KD: Don’t you have forms your clients fill out?
Elsa: (Looks at me like I have two heads) Of course not! Our relationship with our clients is much more personal than that. The clients Skype with either Pike or me and we work out the deets over a glass of wine or two. Some of them even fly in to plan face to face. However long it takes it takes because when our clients get into their hotel suites, we want to make sure what they see through the scope is their hottest fantasy come true.
Nick: (Leans forward again. His eyes are bright with excitement) Okay, so at the risk of sounding like the fan boy I am, do you think maybe she’d like a hot scene in a limo, because I SO be up for that.
Elsa: (Glares at him) We all know how sexy things you can do in a limo, but limos may not be Sommer’s thing.
KD: Why don’t you send Sommer an example of the kind of work you do. That’ll give her some ideas of what she might want. But I have to warn you, the woman’s really creative. Whatever she watches through a Mount Vegas scope just might end up in her next novel.
Elsa: (Rubs her hands together and practically bounces off the sofa. In all honesty, I’ve never seen Elsa Crane bounce before) Oh that would be amazing, if one of our fantasies ended up in a Sommer Marsden novel. Rita Holly and the Mount in London would be so jealous.
Nick: What are you doing for Sommer’s Birthday Celebration, KD? I know you promised a blog post.
KD: Well, nothing so elaborate as a voyeuristic fantasy in Sin City, but I’ve agreed to give away a copy of Gracefully Aroused: The Best of K D Grace
Elsa: Sounds like the month of March is going to be totally naughty fun over on Sommer’s blog. With all of the hot erotica writers who’ll be stopping in for the party, we’re definitely going to be checking in for Mount Vegas fantasy ideas.
(Her BlackBerry rings and she picks up) Yup. We’ll be there in twenty. (disconnects.) That’s Pike. The fantasy on Lake Mead’s gonna take some extra set up and an early start. We don’t often have daytime fantasies, but Mr. Dean is an outdoorsy sort of guy, so we’ve gotta go, KD. We figured you’d be jetlagged so we’ve booked you in for the weekend. Mount Vegas’ treat, of course.
(They both give me a quick hug, and I wave good-buy and head for the seriously comfy-looking bed)
Fulfilling the Contract Blurb:Limo driver, NICK CHASE’s bad night gets worse when he picks up TANYA POVIC at a bar only to discover the explosive sex they share lands her in breach of her very strange contract. Blaming himself that Tanya will lose the large completion bonus earmarked for her mother’s surgery, Nick negotiates with her boss, the tough and mysterious ELSA CRANE, to allow him to fulfill Tanya’s contract and secure her bonus. Elsa runs Mount Vegas, which offers voyeuristic pleasures for a price. Nick’s job, with Elsa and her quirky team, is to give clients something worth watching through the plate glass windows of Vegas’s luxury hotels and beyond. The learning curve is steep and kinky. As Nick and Elsa’s relationship sizzles and ignites more than hotel room rendezvouses are exposed. In this sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly things get positively dangerous as Rita Holly and her team are called in from London to lend a helping hand. Bets are being placed. Will Nick fulfill the contract? Will he and Elsa take the gamble? And will they find a way to win at the high stakes, double or nothing, game of hearts?
Fulfilling the Contract Excerpt:
‘Surely you can give Tanya one more chance,’ Nick said. ‘And really, it was my fault. I’d had a bad day and I wasn’t on my best behaviour.’
Elsa tossed the headset back onto the dressing table and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Mr Chase, unless you want to fulfil Tanya’s contract for her, this conversation is over. It’s been a long day, and I’ve had enough. Pagan will escort the two of you back downstairs and since Tanya no longer works for me, I don’t care if you fuck her brains out. Now if you’d –’
‘Alright,’ Nick interrupted. ‘I will.’
Suddenly all eyes were on him. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll fulfil the contract for her.
After all, it’s my fault she’s in breach.’
Tanya gave a little yelp that sounded like a kitten in distress and Elsa laughed out loud. ‘Mr Chase, you don’t even know what Tanya’s contract involves.’
‘I assume it has something to do with what’s going on in room 2031. It’s not prostitution is it?’
‘No! No, is not prostitution,’ Tanya said, the excitement nearly vibration through her voice. ‘Is nothing like that.’
‘Well actually it’s something like that,’ Elsa corrected. ‘My people get paid for sex.’
‘I don’t understand,’ Nick said.’
She nodded him over to one of the scopes set up at the bedroom window. When he balked, she nodded again. ‘Go ahead; check out what’s going on in room 2031.’
Nick nearly knocked the scope out of focus at his first view of the naked ass of a man pistoning his cock into a woman bent over a big bed. Her head was buried between the legs of another woman, who was pinching her own nipples for all she was worth and writhing beneath the serious tongue action.
‘Then they are prostitutes.’ Nick’s voice was suddenly a whisper, as though he feared he might disturb the people he viewed through the scope.
‘No.’ Elsa leaned close to him as though she could see over his shoulder. ‘They all work for me, and they get paid a lot of money to have sex with each other while someone else watches.’
With difficulty, Nick took his eyes off what was going on in the scope. He suddenly felt dizzy. ‘Let me get this straight, these people –’ he nodded around the room ‘– All of these people and those –’ he pointed to the scope ‘—have sex with each other and people pay money to watch.’
Elsa nodded ‘A lot of money.’
‘And that’s what Tanya was doing? That’s what the contract’s about, having sex and letting people watch?’
‘That’s what the contract’s about,’ Elsa said. With a smirk, she pulled Tanya’s red panties out of Nick’s pocket where he’d forgotten he’d stuffed after he’d picked them up from the parking lot at the Mango. She handed them back to Tanya and replaced them with a black business card, briskly patting his pocket as she did so. ‘I know how much you loath your job, Mr Chase, and I can almost guarantee you’d find what Tanya does a lot more satisfying. But –’ she ran a hand down and gave his crotch a quick grope ‘– It takes some serious balls.’
He elbowed her away and shoved past Tanya and Pagan. ‘You people are all crazy if you think I would … if you think I might …’
Elsa offered him a smile that he felt, much to his discomfort, right down between his legs. Then she lifted an eyebrow and gave a shrug that made the dark gloss of her hair shimmer in the subdued lighting. ‘You asked.’
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About K D Grace
K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly , The Pet Shop . Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising , the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire , are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision , Identity Crisis , The Exhibition are all available.
Find K D Here: Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/ http://gracemarshallromance.co.uk/
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March 13, 2014
Day (lucky) 13 brings Victoria Blisse, a paaaaaarrrrrtay and a mask or two...
Drum roll please...our winner from yesterday is...Trix! Trix, Giselle will be in touch. *PLEASE remember folks to leave your email address when you comment. Even if I know you. It saves me digging time and all that jazz. I'm only tossing names with contact info 'into the hat'. Thanks :)
Now after that PSA, we move on to today's guest...Victoria Blisse! Victoria Blisse matches her name. She's a writer who is just so kind and so happy and generous to boot. Having any kind of contact with her leaves you feeling happy. Oh, and she writes some damn fine dirty fiction.
Today, Victoria is offering an ebook version of Sharing Nicely and a print version of the Whip It Up anthology. Don't forget to leave your contact email so you can win! :)
XOXO
Sommer
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Don’t stop the Paaaaarrrrtay!
So, I’m thrilled to have been invited to party with Sommer! 9 years in the smut writing biz is a big achievement, I’m coming up to my own eighth ‘smutiversery’ this year. Wow, time flies. For such an achievement you need a pretty special party.
So today I bring a proper Venetian Masquerade ball. I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of parties and masks, it probably started with my love of hysterical romance, I mean Historical romance! The dressing up, the freeing of inhibitions behind the all-important mask. It’s fun, it’s sexy and it’s mysterious.
Enter Sharing Nicely, a break from the old routine for me in many ways. There’s not one but two ridiculously rich characters in it, it’s a full 50k novel but it started as a 15k short. I’ve written a few novellas that have changed to series of novellas but I’ve never gone from short story to novel in one go! And then I decided to base a large chunk of the novel in Venice, a place I’ve never visited but I’ve always wanted to go.
So I enjoyed an online holiday, visiting all the hotspots of Venice from the comfort of my own sofa. And of course, I had to have my couple there for Carnivale, and soon I was picking out gorgeous outfits for them both and giving them matching masks.
So today you’re invited to the party of the year! Don your Sunday best and join the ball:
“We were led by a liveried young man through a vaulted hall, past an elaboratestairway and in through two huge, wide-flung doors into a magnificent ballroom. The room was filled with people as bright and opulent as the mural-coveredwalls. I didn’t know where to look next. Above me hung great chandeliers of shimmering glass. Around me swirled women in bright gowns and men in tight britches. I was completely agog with wonder.
Greg took things in his stride. He held my hand through the crook of his arm and led me into the crush of people. He obviously knew where he was going as he strode confidently forward. I was amazed by the way people parted around us, some stopping to say hello, others nodding their recognition. I smiled and trailed behind him, trying to walk elegantly in my gown and not trip over the hem of it.
Finally we reached our destination and Greg introduced me to the Conte and Contessa. They both wore blood red velvet and the Contessa’s neck was decorated with several strings of sparkling necklaces. I felt instantly humbled, like a servant dressed in her mistress’s best clothes. It was strange, I was used to meeting the rich and famous in my capacity as club manager, but these people of high standing in their ornate golden masks scared me stiff.
“So glad you could come, Greg, and with such a beautiful young lady on your arm.”
I smiled and the conversation turned to business technicalities that I didn’t understand. I turned to speak to the Contessa but she’d already moved on. She was clearly the person in charge because when she moved across the room, engaging in conversation with all the guests and giving directions to any members of staff she crossed paths with, she did it with such authority and confidence. She was clearly a formidable woman.
I was happy to watch the goings on around me. There was a jovial atmosphere behind the masks—I was sure most people could tell whomI plucked a glass from a tray that was offered to me and thanked the young girl before she waltzed off on her way. I admired her balance and poise, I was sure I’d have dropped a tray of champagne flutes if I’d attempted to carry them. Greg was still deep in conversation. I didn’t mind too much, it was clearly a good opportunity for him to catch up with a serious business associate.
I watched those in the centre of the room dancing to what even I with my lax knowledge of classical music knew was a Viennese Waltz. Maybe I’d watched an episode or two too many of Strictly Come Dancing “Sorry about that.” Greg turned to me. “I thought it was best to get the business out of the way as soon as possible. Now I can focus on having a good time with you.”
“Sounds fabulous to me,” I replied with a huge grin. “This is amazing, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” He pulled me into his body, and cupped his hand around my shoulder. “I’ve been to a few of the Conte’s masquerades now but each time I’m taken by the scale and magnificence of it all.” We stood and watched for a while then Greg relieved me of my glass and dragged me to the centre of the ballroom.
“I can’t dance,” I squealed. “Greg, I can’t.”
“Hush,” he said. “Just follow my lead. It’s a slow one, you’ll be fine.”
He clutched my waist and I laid a hand on his shoulder. The other hand he gripped tenderly in his hand and led me forward with a gentle tug.
I was going to protest, but as the music started I found myself too absorbed in not standing on anyone’s toes to think about talking. It took a minute or so, but I did eventually get the hang of the steps.
“See,” he smirked. “I knew you’d get it.”
I smiled at him. I was still not sure I could talk and dance at the same time, but I had to concede he was right. I enjoyed being swung around the floor, albeit elegantly, by his strong, demanding touch. I tingled with arousal as I followed his steps—our bodies barely touched but it felt like elaborate foreplay. He stared deep into my eyes when I finally lifted my head from looking at my feet and I could see the lust simmering in his expression behind his shiny, blue mask.
My dress moved magically around me, I didn’t snag it once and the swishing made me feel lighthearted and free. I began to enjoy myself as I felt the music and didn’t worry so much about the steps."
For more pick up Sharing Nicely available in eBook and Print! Now, on with the party. Pick up your mask and join in the fun!
Now after that PSA, we move on to today's guest...Victoria Blisse! Victoria Blisse matches her name. She's a writer who is just so kind and so happy and generous to boot. Having any kind of contact with her leaves you feeling happy. Oh, and she writes some damn fine dirty fiction.
Today, Victoria is offering an ebook version of Sharing Nicely and a print version of the Whip It Up anthology. Don't forget to leave your contact email so you can win! :)
XOXO
Sommer
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~``
Don’t stop the Paaaaarrrrtay!
So, I’m thrilled to have been invited to party with Sommer! 9 years in the smut writing biz is a big achievement, I’m coming up to my own eighth ‘smutiversery’ this year. Wow, time flies. For such an achievement you need a pretty special party. So today I bring a proper Venetian Masquerade ball. I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of parties and masks, it probably started with my love of hysterical romance, I mean Historical romance! The dressing up, the freeing of inhibitions behind the all-important mask. It’s fun, it’s sexy and it’s mysterious.
Enter Sharing Nicely, a break from the old routine for me in many ways. There’s not one but two ridiculously rich characters in it, it’s a full 50k novel but it started as a 15k short. I’ve written a few novellas that have changed to series of novellas but I’ve never gone from short story to novel in one go! And then I decided to base a large chunk of the novel in Venice, a place I’ve never visited but I’ve always wanted to go.
So I enjoyed an online holiday, visiting all the hotspots of Venice from the comfort of my own sofa. And of course, I had to have my couple there for Carnivale, and soon I was picking out gorgeous outfits for them both and giving them matching masks.
So today you’re invited to the party of the year! Don your Sunday best and join the ball: “We were led by a liveried young man through a vaulted hall, past an elaboratestairway and in through two huge, wide-flung doors into a magnificent ballroom. The room was filled with people as bright and opulent as the mural-coveredwalls. I didn’t know where to look next. Above me hung great chandeliers of shimmering glass. Around me swirled women in bright gowns and men in tight britches. I was completely agog with wonder.
Greg took things in his stride. He held my hand through the crook of his arm and led me into the crush of people. He obviously knew where he was going as he strode confidently forward. I was amazed by the way people parted around us, some stopping to say hello, others nodding their recognition. I smiled and trailed behind him, trying to walk elegantly in my gown and not trip over the hem of it.
Finally we reached our destination and Greg introduced me to the Conte and Contessa. They both wore blood red velvet and the Contessa’s neck was decorated with several strings of sparkling necklaces. I felt instantly humbled, like a servant dressed in her mistress’s best clothes. It was strange, I was used to meeting the rich and famous in my capacity as club manager, but these people of high standing in their ornate golden masks scared me stiff.
“So glad you could come, Greg, and with such a beautiful young lady on your arm.”
I smiled and the conversation turned to business technicalities that I didn’t understand. I turned to speak to the Contessa but she’d already moved on. She was clearly the person in charge because when she moved across the room, engaging in conversation with all the guests and giving directions to any members of staff she crossed paths with, she did it with such authority and confidence. She was clearly a formidable woman.
I was happy to watch the goings on around me. There was a jovial atmosphere behind the masks—I was sure most people could tell whomI plucked a glass from a tray that was offered to me and thanked the young girl before she waltzed off on her way. I admired her balance and poise, I was sure I’d have dropped a tray of champagne flutes if I’d attempted to carry them. Greg was still deep in conversation. I didn’t mind too much, it was clearly a good opportunity for him to catch up with a serious business associate.
I watched those in the centre of the room dancing to what even I with my lax knowledge of classical music knew was a Viennese Waltz. Maybe I’d watched an episode or two too many of Strictly Come Dancing “Sorry about that.” Greg turned to me. “I thought it was best to get the business out of the way as soon as possible. Now I can focus on having a good time with you.”
“Sounds fabulous to me,” I replied with a huge grin. “This is amazing, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” He pulled me into his body, and cupped his hand around my shoulder. “I’ve been to a few of the Conte’s masquerades now but each time I’m taken by the scale and magnificence of it all.” We stood and watched for a while then Greg relieved me of my glass and dragged me to the centre of the ballroom.
“I can’t dance,” I squealed. “Greg, I can’t.”
“Hush,” he said. “Just follow my lead. It’s a slow one, you’ll be fine.”
He clutched my waist and I laid a hand on his shoulder. The other hand he gripped tenderly in his hand and led me forward with a gentle tug.
I was going to protest, but as the music started I found myself too absorbed in not standing on anyone’s toes to think about talking. It took a minute or so, but I did eventually get the hang of the steps.
“See,” he smirked. “I knew you’d get it.”
I smiled at him. I was still not sure I could talk and dance at the same time, but I had to concede he was right. I enjoyed being swung around the floor, albeit elegantly, by his strong, demanding touch. I tingled with arousal as I followed his steps—our bodies barely touched but it felt like elaborate foreplay. He stared deep into my eyes when I finally lifted my head from looking at my feet and I could see the lust simmering in his expression behind his shiny, blue mask.
My dress moved magically around me, I didn’t snag it once and the swishing made me feel lighthearted and free. I began to enjoy myself as I felt the music and didn’t worry so much about the steps."
For more pick up Sharing Nicely available in eBook and Print! Now, on with the party. Pick up your mask and join in the fun!
March 12, 2014
Day 12 brings Giselle Renarde, "lesbian threesomes and moresomes" and "some MMF ménage in there"...gasp!
First and foremost let's get to the winning bits. Yesterday's winner chose by Random.org is Darius! Yay, Darius. I'll send Kiki your email address and she'll be in touch.
Today I have for you Giselle Renarde. Lover or donuts, writer of smut, tweeter of twits...um...twitter of tweets? She's on twitter and we chat a lot there! A fellow Excessican, Giselle is a talented writer and all around super person. She's offering you a copy of Kinksters today. It sports one of my favorite ever book cover of hers (and she has some good ones!) so that's the prize she chose.
Might I say...you are welcome! ;)
What's good for you, though, is what's behind the cover is just as enticing as the cover itself.
*Remember, leave your email address with your comment so you're able to win. You can't win if we can't contact you. And as always, all comments are entered in the grand prize draw!
XOXO
Sommer
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KINKSTERS! IS! BACK!Guest Blog by Giselle Renarde
First off, happy ninth writerversary to Sommer. Time flies, doesn’t it?
Secondly, did you hear that? KINKSTERS! IS! BACK!
Hmm… Two questions:
a) What’s KINKSTERS?b) Where’s it back from?
Kinksters is an anthology of kinky queer ménage stories. It was originally published one year ago. The book’s full title is Kinksters: 12 Stories of Wild Group Sex, Bisexual Fun and Kinky Pleasures. Unfortunately, Kinksters’ original publisher went out of business only a few months after its initial release. The book hasn’t been available since June.
Until now! Until February 14th2014, to be precise. The reason I wanted to talk about it today is that I know Sommer likes the cover—that was the main reason I purchased it from award-winning artist Dawné Dominique. I hold Sommer’s opinions in very high regard.
The original anthology only had ten stories. The second edition has two additional erotic shorts and also a shuffle in the line-up. You’re getting more than 50,000 words out of these twelve stories:
1. Knowing the Ropes 2. Five Body Blade 3. Elementary, My Dear Kathryn 4. Honey Trap 5. In the Eye 6. Waxing is for Pussies 7. The Other Other Woman 8. Tisha and Narine’s Afterhours Fetish Party 9. Wonderful Wing Boys10. Debbie Does Dalhousie 11. Rainbow Night 12. Lesbukake
Feel free to get excited. These are some great stories. If you like lesbian threesomes and moresomes you’ll love this collection. We’ve also got some MMF ménage in there—Wonderful Wing Boys is a story about an overworked older woman who gets to spend the night with two hunky young angels; In the Eye follows two pansexual guys and a girl who share a storm fetish as well as a distaste for the word “bisexual”; and in The Other Other Woman, an art school student gets a shock when she finds out her lover’s past paramour is a man.
I could go on and on and on because I love Kinksters like crazy. So do readers, judging by how well it sold the first time it was on the market. Now you can snag it in print and as an ebook. If you want to try out a story or two, most are available as short ebooks. You can buy them at Amazon, Smashwords, All Romance, and many other retailers.
Kinky couples are great, but nothing beats a group of kinksters!
In this anthology by kinky queer Canadian Giselle Renarde, a lesbian Domme and sub share their anal fetish with an old friend while a sword collector pays five young men to fulfill her sex swing fantasy. Geeky grad students chase tornados and tails while an unapologetic cougar gets licked by three college girls. There’s an all-girl waxing session, a vintage clothing enthusiast who’s shocked to discover her lover’s “other woman” is actually a man, and a bureaucrat whose male escorts happen to be angels. To top it all, a room full of lesbians lose it over a tattooed femme in Lesbukake.
Ready… set… KINK!
Kink it up at: Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kinksters-giselle-renarde/1118605549?ean=9781495460258Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/KINKSTERS-Stories-Group-Bisexual-Pleasures/dp/1495460258/Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/405431Coffee Time Romance: http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookStore/pubs_product_book_info/indie-authors-giselle-renarde-c-152_193/kinksters-wild-group-sex-bisexual-fun-and-kinky-pleasures-p-11807CreateSpace (print only): https://www.createspace.com/4657279
Giselle RenardeCanada just got hotter! http://donutsdesires.blogspot.com
http://www.wix.com/gisellerenarde/erotica
http://twitter.com/GiselleRenarde
Today I have for you Giselle Renarde. Lover or donuts, writer of smut, tweeter of twits...um...twitter of tweets? She's on twitter and we chat a lot there! A fellow Excessican, Giselle is a talented writer and all around super person. She's offering you a copy of Kinksters today. It sports one of my favorite ever book cover of hers (and she has some good ones!) so that's the prize she chose.
Might I say...you are welcome! ;)
What's good for you, though, is what's behind the cover is just as enticing as the cover itself.
*Remember, leave your email address with your comment so you're able to win. You can't win if we can't contact you. And as always, all comments are entered in the grand prize draw!
XOXO
Sommer
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
KINKSTERS! IS! BACK!Guest Blog by Giselle Renarde
First off, happy ninth writerversary to Sommer. Time flies, doesn’t it?
Secondly, did you hear that? KINKSTERS! IS! BACK!
Hmm… Two questions:
a) What’s KINKSTERS?b) Where’s it back from?Kinksters is an anthology of kinky queer ménage stories. It was originally published one year ago. The book’s full title is Kinksters: 12 Stories of Wild Group Sex, Bisexual Fun and Kinky Pleasures. Unfortunately, Kinksters’ original publisher went out of business only a few months after its initial release. The book hasn’t been available since June.
Until now! Until February 14th2014, to be precise. The reason I wanted to talk about it today is that I know Sommer likes the cover—that was the main reason I purchased it from award-winning artist Dawné Dominique. I hold Sommer’s opinions in very high regard.
The original anthology only had ten stories. The second edition has two additional erotic shorts and also a shuffle in the line-up. You’re getting more than 50,000 words out of these twelve stories:
1. Knowing the Ropes 2. Five Body Blade 3. Elementary, My Dear Kathryn 4. Honey Trap 5. In the Eye 6. Waxing is for Pussies 7. The Other Other Woman 8. Tisha and Narine’s Afterhours Fetish Party 9. Wonderful Wing Boys10. Debbie Does Dalhousie 11. Rainbow Night 12. Lesbukake
Feel free to get excited. These are some great stories. If you like lesbian threesomes and moresomes you’ll love this collection. We’ve also got some MMF ménage in there—Wonderful Wing Boys is a story about an overworked older woman who gets to spend the night with two hunky young angels; In the Eye follows two pansexual guys and a girl who share a storm fetish as well as a distaste for the word “bisexual”; and in The Other Other Woman, an art school student gets a shock when she finds out her lover’s past paramour is a man.
I could go on and on and on because I love Kinksters like crazy. So do readers, judging by how well it sold the first time it was on the market. Now you can snag it in print and as an ebook. If you want to try out a story or two, most are available as short ebooks. You can buy them at Amazon, Smashwords, All Romance, and many other retailers.
Kinky couples are great, but nothing beats a group of kinksters!
In this anthology by kinky queer Canadian Giselle Renarde, a lesbian Domme and sub share their anal fetish with an old friend while a sword collector pays five young men to fulfill her sex swing fantasy. Geeky grad students chase tornados and tails while an unapologetic cougar gets licked by three college girls. There’s an all-girl waxing session, a vintage clothing enthusiast who’s shocked to discover her lover’s “other woman” is actually a man, and a bureaucrat whose male escorts happen to be angels. To top it all, a room full of lesbians lose it over a tattooed femme in Lesbukake.
Ready… set… KINK!
Kink it up at: Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kinksters-giselle-renarde/1118605549?ean=9781495460258Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/KINKSTERS-Stories-Group-Bisexual-Pleasures/dp/1495460258/Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/405431Coffee Time Romance: http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookStore/pubs_product_book_info/indie-authors-giselle-renarde-c-152_193/kinksters-wild-group-sex-bisexual-fun-and-kinky-pleasures-p-11807CreateSpace (print only): https://www.createspace.com/4657279
Giselle RenardeCanada just got hotter! http://donutsdesires.blogspot.com
http://www.wix.com/gisellerenarde/erotica
http://twitter.com/GiselleRenarde
March 11, 2014
Day 11 brings Kiki Howell, a bagua board and a thong...a book thong! Don't be dirty. Heh...
Today I have Kiki Howell, another of my favorite online writer-type people. We keep threatening to meet in person one day. We have a ton in common, kids, writing, food allergies (heh), Wayne Dyer, Deepak Chopra and more. What's not to love!
Kiki writes magical, mystical, supernatural love. You should check her out!
Before I give the floor (or the board, should I say?) to Kiki let me say yay! Jeremy Wright must be psychic because he said he felt lucky yesterday and tada! He is lucky! Random.org chose him to win Selena Kitt's Temptation. Jeremy, I'll be sending your winnings along soon. :)
Today, Kiki is offering a print book and a hand knitted book thong. *Make sure to leave your email addy with your comment so we can contact you if you win. And as always, all comments are entered to win the grand prize!
XOXOSommer~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Birthdays & Bagua Boards by Kiki Howell
So excited to be here celebrating 9 Years of Sommer, especially when I’m in a celebrating mood, as my birthday was just a few days ago. Birthdays always bring to mind a time of reflection, of looking back at what went right and wrong last year, and looking forward to a new year ahead. One thing I like to do this time of year is update my Bagua Board. I’m a certified Feng Shui practioner, so this is a Feng Shui version of say a vision board. I took a cork board and divided it into the nine baguas by painting each square its corresponding color.
Then, according to what I want this next year in each bagua, I pin pictures to it. Some are from magazines and some are printed from the internet, some are photograpghs, and some can even be drawn if you want to get creative. Any way you find or create them is fine. Make it yours. Here’s a pic of mine completed. Sorry, was hard to get a good picture of, but at least you’ll get the point.
It’s a fun project I recommend doing anytime. You will notice that some picture overlap baguas, and that is simply because for me, some things in my life overlap. Also, as far as my writing goes, I have it represented in three baguas: Career, Fame and Wealth.
Where you hang your Bagua Board is a personal matter, according to the Feng Shui schools I studied, or was trained in, (a mix of Black Hat and Form). Hang it in the bagua that speaks to you, for example, I like to hang mine in Wealth and Abundance. It makes sense to me that I’d want an abundance of all of these things. Plus, this is a problem area in my house so it serves as a balancing cure as well. Tip: these baguas fit over your home by lining up the black/career bagua with the side of your house that contains your front door. But, put it where you want it. Everything in your house is speaking to you, make sure it has nice things to say!!! If you hate a cure it won’t work for you *winks*
About the Author, Kiki HowellEver since she was young, Kiki could spend hours lost in a book, and soon she knew that creating lives, loves, and losses with just words had to be the greatest thing that she could do. To that end, she pursued her study of literature and writing, earning a bachelor’s degree in English. She has now had over thirty stories published between eleven different publishers. In May, 2011, Kiki was chosen as an Ohioana Book Festival author for her novel, Torn Asunder. She's also had three flash fiction stories win writing contests. In the fall of 2013, her latest novel, Hidden Salem, made the Amazon Top 100 Bestsellers Lists in 3 categories: Paranormal, Suspense and Ghosts.Website http://www.kikihowell.com
March 10, 2014
Day 10 brings Selena Kitt, a winner and some Temptation...
Good morning! It's dark again when I wake up. WTF is that? Oh well, the good news is I have some good news to brighten the morning. Yesterday's winner for the Teresa Noelle Roberts prize pack is...tada! Shannon! Shannon, TNR will be in contact with you. Thanks for playing. And as always, everyone who commented was tossed in the draw for the big prize.
Now we move on to Selena Kitt. If you haven't heard of Selena Kitt then...where have you been? Hanging out in a rock garden? She is the driving force behind Excessica (one of my publishers, woohoo!) and a writer to be marveled at. She's got quite the back list under her belt and is a marketing phenom. Selena is the kind of person that makes you take a step back and take notes. At least, after all the years I've known her, I'm still taking notes and learning things.
Luck you, she's offering the Temptation: Under Mr. Nolan's Bed ebook. So just comment to win that sinful little morsel for your device. *Please be sure to leave your email address so we can contact you if you win.
Happy...um...Monday? Okay, so that didn't work. How about if-you-must-be-conscious-at-least-you-might-win-a-book day!
XOXO
Sommer
The 1950s is often pictured in film and literature as an “innocent” time in American history. Nostalgia reigns supreme when it comes to that decade, especially since our historical perspective gives us a view of what was to come during the 1960s and the sexual revolution. Compared to the 1960s, the 1950s is virginal territory. So were people really repressed? Were they really not having sex?
If the Baby Boom generation is any indication, our idealized view of the 1950s is inaccurate. The reality of sex in the 1950s is that people were definitely doing it. Kinsey’s infamous report came out in 1948, before the decade in question. And teen pregnancy in the 1950s grew exponentially compared to decades before and after. People were having sex but they had incomplete knowledge about birth control, pregnancy and sexual relations in general. Teenagers were especially vulnerable, given the drive of their hormones, the advent of drive-in movie theaters and parking in the back seats of cars, coupled with a cultural attitude of abstinence until marriage.
The church had a great influence in the 1950s, spreading the ideal of morality, especially the Catholic church. The church was incredibly powerful in the 1950s. Most people went to church every Sunday and aspired to be “good Catholics” or “good Christians” depending on their denomination. We know now that the sexual repression of the 1950s was being played out in the church itself by priests and, to a lesser degree, nuns, who were sexually abusing their young, impressionable charges.
Sexual repression, any sort of repression, will force that which is repressed to appear in shadow form. In other words, denial gives power to that which is denied. In the 1950s, there is no doubt that people were having sex, but they weren’t talking about it. That repression led to serious consequences and repercussions in communities and churches all over America, not the least of which included the sexual abuse happening in churches and teen pregnancies occurring at alarming rates in schools.
We live in a world where single motherhood is common, where gay couples can live openly as parents, and birth control is taught and even handed out in some schools. Imagine what it must have been like as a young person, living in the 1950s, the paradox of a church and community that insisted “good girls” waited until marriage, and only “bad girls” gave into temptation and had sex with their boyfriends, even if they were intended future husbands.
The myth of the 1950s was that everyone waited until they were married, married people even slept in twin beds, copulating only for procreation, and no one ever, ever talked about sex. Pregnancy was something to be avoided before marriage and sought out after marriage, but information about how not to get pregnant or even how to get pregnant wasn’t forthcoming from any direction. Abortion was illegal, and the pill had yet to be invented.
And of course the double standard labeled only that which could be seen—the pregnant unwed mother—as “sinful.” Most of the time, boys were let off the hook. It was a girl’s responsibility to keep herself chaste, because it was she who openly paid the price for a dalliance.
That’s the world I wanted to explore in Temptation, a world where sex was occurring but not being talked about, where teen girls gained a reputation for being “fast” if they gave into temptation, where the secrecy and repression of a culture was played out in the microcosm of the family. The world was a different place, and we were living in a different time, but our basic drives, and biological needs, never changed.
The Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed trilogy, Temptation, Confession, and finally, Grace, takes us back in time to a world labeled “innocent” where nostalgia has too often had us looking at the decade through rose-colored glasses, where sex was happening but no one was talking about it, and where the consequences for “immorality” were experienced far more deeply and profoundly than they are today.
This is the world Erica and Leah live in, two curious college-aged girls whose strict Catholic upbringing and sexual repression have them bursting at the seams, ready to explode in a fiery display of lustful thoughts, sinful acts, and wicked choices that lead them down a road forbidden to them by parents, clergy and community alike.
Join Leah and Erica on their journey of sexual discovery.
TEMPTATION
“Lead us not into temptation…” ~Matthew 6:13
What happens when you fall in love with your best friend’s father?
Leah is a good, Catholic girl, and she and Erica have been best friends since their first communion. Sure, Erica’s father is handsome and charming, but Leah spends so much time at the Nolan’s—just Erica and her famous, photographer father now, since Erica’s mother died—that she’s practically part of the family.
Both girls have led privileged, sheltered lives and are on the “good girl” track at St. Mary Magdalene’s Preparatory College, Leah pursuing her love of dance and Erica sating her endless curiosity as editor of the newspaper. Neither of them could have ever imagined that one fateful discovery will not only push the boundaries of their strict, repressive upbringing, but the bonds of their friendship as well.
Leah certainly never could have imagined finding herself torn between her best friend and her best friend’s father. Sure, Leah’s mother had always talked about Mr. Nolan as “a catch,” but Leah herself had never thought of him as anything other than just Erica’s dad—until the girls discover something darkly erotic under Mr. Nolan’s bed, a deep, shameful secret that will not only lead them into temptation, but will deliver them into a far greater revelation than any of them could ever have imagined.
If you read the original Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed, you will find this retelling a richer experience with deeper secrets to reveal—and don’t miss Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed: CONFESSION and Under Mr. Nolan's Bed: GRACE.
Now we move on to Selena Kitt. If you haven't heard of Selena Kitt then...where have you been? Hanging out in a rock garden? She is the driving force behind Excessica (one of my publishers, woohoo!) and a writer to be marveled at. She's got quite the back list under her belt and is a marketing phenom. Selena is the kind of person that makes you take a step back and take notes. At least, after all the years I've known her, I'm still taking notes and learning things.
Luck you, she's offering the Temptation: Under Mr. Nolan's Bed ebook. So just comment to win that sinful little morsel for your device. *Please be sure to leave your email address so we can contact you if you win.
Happy...um...Monday? Okay, so that didn't work. How about if-you-must-be-conscious-at-least-you-might-win-a-book day!
XOXO
Sommer
The 1950s is often pictured in film and literature as an “innocent” time in American history. Nostalgia reigns supreme when it comes to that decade, especially since our historical perspective gives us a view of what was to come during the 1960s and the sexual revolution. Compared to the 1960s, the 1950s is virginal territory. So were people really repressed? Were they really not having sex?
If the Baby Boom generation is any indication, our idealized view of the 1950s is inaccurate. The reality of sex in the 1950s is that people were definitely doing it. Kinsey’s infamous report came out in 1948, before the decade in question. And teen pregnancy in the 1950s grew exponentially compared to decades before and after. People were having sex but they had incomplete knowledge about birth control, pregnancy and sexual relations in general. Teenagers were especially vulnerable, given the drive of their hormones, the advent of drive-in movie theaters and parking in the back seats of cars, coupled with a cultural attitude of abstinence until marriage.
The church had a great influence in the 1950s, spreading the ideal of morality, especially the Catholic church. The church was incredibly powerful in the 1950s. Most people went to church every Sunday and aspired to be “good Catholics” or “good Christians” depending on their denomination. We know now that the sexual repression of the 1950s was being played out in the church itself by priests and, to a lesser degree, nuns, who were sexually abusing their young, impressionable charges.
Sexual repression, any sort of repression, will force that which is repressed to appear in shadow form. In other words, denial gives power to that which is denied. In the 1950s, there is no doubt that people were having sex, but they weren’t talking about it. That repression led to serious consequences and repercussions in communities and churches all over America, not the least of which included the sexual abuse happening in churches and teen pregnancies occurring at alarming rates in schools.
We live in a world where single motherhood is common, where gay couples can live openly as parents, and birth control is taught and even handed out in some schools. Imagine what it must have been like as a young person, living in the 1950s, the paradox of a church and community that insisted “good girls” waited until marriage, and only “bad girls” gave into temptation and had sex with their boyfriends, even if they were intended future husbands.
The myth of the 1950s was that everyone waited until they were married, married people even slept in twin beds, copulating only for procreation, and no one ever, ever talked about sex. Pregnancy was something to be avoided before marriage and sought out after marriage, but information about how not to get pregnant or even how to get pregnant wasn’t forthcoming from any direction. Abortion was illegal, and the pill had yet to be invented.
And of course the double standard labeled only that which could be seen—the pregnant unwed mother—as “sinful.” Most of the time, boys were let off the hook. It was a girl’s responsibility to keep herself chaste, because it was she who openly paid the price for a dalliance.
That’s the world I wanted to explore in Temptation, a world where sex was occurring but not being talked about, where teen girls gained a reputation for being “fast” if they gave into temptation, where the secrecy and repression of a culture was played out in the microcosm of the family. The world was a different place, and we were living in a different time, but our basic drives, and biological needs, never changed.
The Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed trilogy, Temptation, Confession, and finally, Grace, takes us back in time to a world labeled “innocent” where nostalgia has too often had us looking at the decade through rose-colored glasses, where sex was happening but no one was talking about it, and where the consequences for “immorality” were experienced far more deeply and profoundly than they are today.
This is the world Erica and Leah live in, two curious college-aged girls whose strict Catholic upbringing and sexual repression have them bursting at the seams, ready to explode in a fiery display of lustful thoughts, sinful acts, and wicked choices that lead them down a road forbidden to them by parents, clergy and community alike.
Join Leah and Erica on their journey of sexual discovery.
TEMPTATION
“Lead us not into temptation…” ~Matthew 6:13
What happens when you fall in love with your best friend’s father?
Leah is a good, Catholic girl, and she and Erica have been best friends since their first communion. Sure, Erica’s father is handsome and charming, but Leah spends so much time at the Nolan’s—just Erica and her famous, photographer father now, since Erica’s mother died—that she’s practically part of the family.
Both girls have led privileged, sheltered lives and are on the “good girl” track at St. Mary Magdalene’s Preparatory College, Leah pursuing her love of dance and Erica sating her endless curiosity as editor of the newspaper. Neither of them could have ever imagined that one fateful discovery will not only push the boundaries of their strict, repressive upbringing, but the bonds of their friendship as well.
Leah certainly never could have imagined finding herself torn between her best friend and her best friend’s father. Sure, Leah’s mother had always talked about Mr. Nolan as “a catch,” but Leah herself had never thought of him as anything other than just Erica’s dad—until the girls discover something darkly erotic under Mr. Nolan’s bed, a deep, shameful secret that will not only lead them into temptation, but will deliver them into a far greater revelation than any of them could ever have imagined.
If you read the original Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed, you will find this retelling a richer experience with deeper secrets to reveal—and don’t miss Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed: CONFESSION and Under Mr. Nolan's Bed: GRACE.
March 9, 2014
Day 9 brings Teresa Noelle Roberts, some power exchange prizes and virtual squeezes!
Today we have Teresa Noelle Roberts, or as I call her in my notes and in my head: TNR. Somehow I just like that abbreviation. It makes me happy! And so does she. She's another really nice person. I know what you're thinking...wow, the erotica world must be full of nice people. Guess what? You are right! And TNR is at the top of my list. When I have a bad day in life right now (things can be quite sticky and exhausting lately) she's always one of the first to post support or give virtual squeezes. Trust me, one cannot discount the virtual squeeze. They are priceless.
So before we get to Teresa I'll tell you that Random.org chose...*drum roll*...Xan West for the 9 paperback book prize! Woohoo, Xan! Alison Tyler will be in touch so watch your email...watch it! Okay, you can stop. It might take her a while due to the time difference. As always, all comments were entered in the grand prize draw.
Today we have one print book and one ebook up for grabs. *Please be sure to include your email address so we can contact you if you win. And spread the word! I'm stalking--erm, I mean paying attention--any time you blog, retweet, or share on FB you earn a chance in the grand prize draw. Also, if you review a book in March, send me the link and that gets your name tossed in the pot. Haven't LIKED ME on my Facebook author page: http://facebook.com/sommermarsden ? Do so and shoot me a quick note saying you'd like to be entered and I'll toss your name in. That goblet is filling up fast and we still have over 2 weeks to go! :)
XOXOSommer
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Sommer writes beautifully about power exchange—sometimes called BDSM or kink by the peopleemotional limits that most of us don’t know we have until someone unwittingly violates them. involved, sometimes not. So when Sommer asked me to come celebrate her “writing birthday,” I decided I’d offer up a couple of my own kinkier erotic romances. I’m fascinated by power exchange, by the dance of dominance and submission, what lovers can negotiate and what, inevitably, comes as a surprise, no matter how much the dominant wants to control the situation and the submissive thinks s/he has covered likes, dislikes, fears, and limits. I’m especially fascinated by those Sucks when it happens in real life, of course, but at my age I can say with some authority is true of most things that make for great fiction! Or maybe I just enjoy torturing my characters.
I’m offering up two books, Knowingthe Ropes and Out of Control. Knowing the Ropesis a print edition as long as you’re in the US. (Sorry, but international readers will get an ebook.) Out of Control is an ebook, and since it’s not actually released until April 22, some lucky Sommer fan will get to read it before it’s for sale.
Blurbs:
Out of Control
He’s got her tied up, but she’s got him out of control.When fiercely independent glass artist Jen Kessler finds a cheap-and-charming apartment, her impulsive hug for the intense, sexy landlord leads to naughtiness that, up to now, she had only tasted.
Drake’s new tenant may have wild, dyed hair and an unconventional job, but he admires her work ethic. Then he’s stunned at how quickly she destroys his carefully cultivated self control.
But their sexy games are not all good, dirty fun. And it’ll take more than a shared penchant for ropes, paddling, and coffee to overcome pasts that could unravel their relationship before it begins.
Warning: Contains kinky sex, molten glass, geeky higher mathematics, family secrets, and irresponsible consumption of coffee.
Knowing the Ropes
They’ve got the sex factor in spades. But can love survive the “ex” factor?
Selene has harbored submissive fantasies most of her life, but as a domestic abuse counselor, she’s leery of giving up that much control. Until she meets Nick, a dom who offers to show her the ins and outs of ropes, paddles, and floggers.
Selene’s common sense, taste for kink, and smoking sensuality is like a dream Nick never dared to have. Except they’ve both agreed to a no-strings arrangement, not long-term domestic bliss. And when an ex needs their help, there may not be time to save their love from all the things they’re afraid to say.Warning: Sexy, kinky, geeky dominant guy. Smart submissive woman. Crazy ex. A little experimentation between girlfriends. And lots and lots of kinky sex.
Links for Teresa:
www.teresanoelleroberts.comhttps://www.facebook.com/AuthorTeresaNoelleRobertshttps://twitter.com/TeresNoeRoberts (@TeresNoeRoberts)
March 8, 2014
Day 8 brings the delicious Alison Tyler, a tale of publishing and a 9--that's not a typo--9 paperback prize pack!
I was going to tell the same story Alison Tyler tells below. That probably happened because she and I always seem to be on the same wavelength. Even if that's a wavelength most people would never dream of being on! What she did not know until later was when we had our first interaction I went into the sunroom with the man, told him she'd taken the story and promptly burst into tears. That's how badly I wanted to be in that book of hers. My first ever Alison Tyler book. I needed an emotional release after she said yes. LOL
I will also say, though we talk on the phone on a regular basis now, the first time she called me I was a ball of nerves. I seriously felt like I was going on a date. Like I had to change to the nice knickers for the call. Now...I just pick up the phone already in mid-sentence. Ha!
I'm thrilled my best friend I've never met is here to help me celebrate. And boy does she have a doozy of a prize for you!
Our winner from yesterday is Sammi. Sammi, Rose will be in contact. And as always, everyone who commented was tossed in the giant goblet of happiness for a chance to win the $50 Amazon gift card prize pack! Today remember to *leave your email address so we can contact you if you win. You do not want to be caught with your pants down today. We're talking a prize pack of 9 paperbacks here. Oh...my...god. That's a lot of reading to do!
XOXO
Sommer
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The First Time
The first time I ran into Sommer was on New Year’s Day, 2007. She’d subbed me a story for Love At First Sting, and I fell in love with her words. If I’d seen her story in a bar, I would have flirted, bantered, sent over a drink. (A fruity one with a paper parasol.) As it was, I wrote her an acceptance note, she thanked me, I responded, she joked, I thrust, she parried.… I walked out of the office into the living room to tell my man that I was “talking” to someone online I felt I had always known. It was an instant friendship—bold and brash from the get-go. That was 2007. Holy hell, right? In seven years, I have had the exquisite pleasure of publishing Sommer’s sultry stories in multiple collections. And the thing that always strikes me about her work is how I feel as if I know her characters—the way I felt as if I knew her. I can close my eyes and picture the couple in the story “Underpass” that Sommer wrote for J is for Jealousy. I have a mental Polaroid of the concrete, the graffiti, the woman’s dress, the man’s hands. Reading Sommer’s work is a visceral experience for me. I mean to say: I feel her words at my core. They resonate within my head. I cradle the emotions inside me. I wear her dialogue to sleep. She whispers in my dreams. That’s how fucking good she is. Now, lists are problematic for me, because I’m at that ever-so-forgetful stage of the early 40s. So don’t yell at me if I let something slip through my fingers, but I think the following 30+ collections I’ve edited all feature Sommer’s stories: Love at First Sting, Open for Business, Hurts So Good, Twisted, The Big Book of Bondage, Frenzy, Bound for Trouble, Heat Wave, Three-Way, Slave to Love, Sudden Sex, Morning Noon and Night, Alison’s Wonderland, With This Ring I Thee Bed, 69, I is for Indecent, J is for Jealousy, Slave to Love, Open, Cuffed, Bad Ass, Smart Ass, Kiss My Ass, Happily Ever Anal, Skirting the Issue, Eat Me, Torn, Stocking Up, Playing with Fire, Afternoon Delight, Pleasure Bound, Never Have the Same Sex Twice…. And even after enjoying all of those stories, I can still get a little electric thrill at re-reading the first words of Sommer’s I ever did: West stuck his hand in his jacket pocket, rubbed the paper, removed his hand. He shook his head at himself. He was going to rub a hole in the fucking paper if he kept rubbing it like a worry stone. You know, that is truly how I feel about Sommer’s words. I hold them. I put them in my pocket. I rub them with my fingertips. And now you can, too. The winner of my give-away will win nine paperback books, each featuring one of Sommer’s stories. Happy, happy birthday!XXX,Alison Tyler
Visit Alison Tyler at alisontyler.blogspot.com and follow her at twitter.com/alisontyler.
I will also say, though we talk on the phone on a regular basis now, the first time she called me I was a ball of nerves. I seriously felt like I was going on a date. Like I had to change to the nice knickers for the call. Now...I just pick up the phone already in mid-sentence. Ha!
I'm thrilled my best friend I've never met is here to help me celebrate. And boy does she have a doozy of a prize for you!
Our winner from yesterday is Sammi. Sammi, Rose will be in contact. And as always, everyone who commented was tossed in the giant goblet of happiness for a chance to win the $50 Amazon gift card prize pack! Today remember to *leave your email address so we can contact you if you win. You do not want to be caught with your pants down today. We're talking a prize pack of 9 paperbacks here. Oh...my...god. That's a lot of reading to do!
XOXO
Sommer
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The First Time
The first time I ran into Sommer was on New Year’s Day, 2007. She’d subbed me a story for Love At First Sting, and I fell in love with her words. If I’d seen her story in a bar, I would have flirted, bantered, sent over a drink. (A fruity one with a paper parasol.) As it was, I wrote her an acceptance note, she thanked me, I responded, she joked, I thrust, she parried.… I walked out of the office into the living room to tell my man that I was “talking” to someone online I felt I had always known. It was an instant friendship—bold and brash from the get-go. That was 2007. Holy hell, right? In seven years, I have had the exquisite pleasure of publishing Sommer’s sultry stories in multiple collections. And the thing that always strikes me about her work is how I feel as if I know her characters—the way I felt as if I knew her. I can close my eyes and picture the couple in the story “Underpass” that Sommer wrote for J is for Jealousy. I have a mental Polaroid of the concrete, the graffiti, the woman’s dress, the man’s hands. Reading Sommer’s work is a visceral experience for me. I mean to say: I feel her words at my core. They resonate within my head. I cradle the emotions inside me. I wear her dialogue to sleep. She whispers in my dreams. That’s how fucking good she is. Now, lists are problematic for me, because I’m at that ever-so-forgetful stage of the early 40s. So don’t yell at me if I let something slip through my fingers, but I think the following 30+ collections I’ve edited all feature Sommer’s stories: Love at First Sting, Open for Business, Hurts So Good, Twisted, The Big Book of Bondage, Frenzy, Bound for Trouble, Heat Wave, Three-Way, Slave to Love, Sudden Sex, Morning Noon and Night, Alison’s Wonderland, With This Ring I Thee Bed, 69, I is for Indecent, J is for Jealousy, Slave to Love, Open, Cuffed, Bad Ass, Smart Ass, Kiss My Ass, Happily Ever Anal, Skirting the Issue, Eat Me, Torn, Stocking Up, Playing with Fire, Afternoon Delight, Pleasure Bound, Never Have the Same Sex Twice…. And even after enjoying all of those stories, I can still get a little electric thrill at re-reading the first words of Sommer’s I ever did: West stuck his hand in his jacket pocket, rubbed the paper, removed his hand. He shook his head at himself. He was going to rub a hole in the fucking paper if he kept rubbing it like a worry stone. You know, that is truly how I feel about Sommer’s words. I hold them. I put them in my pocket. I rub them with my fingertips. And now you can, too. The winner of my give-away will win nine paperback books, each featuring one of Sommer’s stories. Happy, happy birthday!XXX,Alison Tyler
Visit Alison Tyler at alisontyler.blogspot.com and follow her at twitter.com/alisontyler.March 7, 2014
Day 7 brings us Rose Caraway's bright personality and stunning voice, and a winner, and a new kind of prize. Boom!
The first time Rose Caraway interacted with me I was like...wow...she is nice. And busy. And
talented. Then she approached me about reading one of my stories as a standalone and I was like wow again. Because I'd heard her read my story "Laugh" from Rachel Kramer Bussel's anthology Gotta Have It and well, I always say Stephen King could write me a grocery list and I'd find it engaging, in this case Rose could read a grocery list and make it sound good.
I'm thrilled she was able to join us today for the celebration. Before I turn you over to Rose I'm going to announce that Cassie Exline won the prize pack from Bronwyn Green yesterday. Random.org (which is how I choose all prize winners) apparently thought Cassie could use some good reads in her life. :)
Rose has a special prize today. Some audio tales to tempt your ears. Remember, please *make sure to leave your email address with your comments so you can win. If we can't contact you, you can't win. Also, as always, every comment is entered in the big prize draw which includes a $50 gift card to Amazon.
Away we go! Happy Friday! Oh! Damn. One more thing: make sure you stop back tomorrow. Alison Tyler is my guest and she has a whopper of a prize. You won't want to miss it.
XOXO
Sommer
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Hey Everybody!
Rose Caraway here, dropping by to wish the fantabulous, Sommer Marsden a very happy 9th ‘living the dream’ birthday! Woo! Woo! Woo!
So, my job as a writer and podcaster is to not only write erotica for my show but to also seek out other writers that will entertain my awesome Lurid Listener audience. Boy, did I hit the mother-lode when I discovered Sommer Marsden. Everyone loves her! And, I especially love narrating her words!
She has this way of crafting emotion into 3-D.
Sommer’s works, “Laugh”, from the anthology “ Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex ” by Cleis Press and “I’ve Got A New Girl Now” from, “ Skirting the Issue ” by Pretty Things Press, have been featured on The Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast (Available until the internet dies, so go listen now!!!). I have more plans for her in the very near future, some of which she already knows about, some… umm, I should probably let her know about…soon.
We have never met in person and so I don’t know ‘all things’ Sommer Marsden, but I am a fan and there is one thing that is ever consistent in her writing. There is always an inspiring, significant truth to her words that I can feel in my bones! I understand, on every level what her characters are going through. This isn’t just talent spilling onto the pages. Fans of the KMQ podcast have said, over and over that, “She’s so real!” I couldn’t agree more. Sommer Marsden has this way of digging, way down deep into her character’s moments, and then she has you kind of sit there in that situation, that emotion—all by yourself—to percolate. She not only creates stunningly unique erotic stories but she finds a way to weave one kind of staggering truth or other into a scene that makes you sit back for a sec and say, ‘whoa’.
I found a quote that reminds me of one of my favorite Sommer Marsden characters, Clarafrom the gripping erotic novel, “ Restricted Release ”...
“A really strong woman accepts the war she went throughand is ennobled by her scars.”~Carly Simon
There are many, many writers out there vying for recognition, but there are only a few that have worthy talent and know what the hell they are doing. Sommer Marsden is one of them. If you’ve read her work or listened to a story that I have narrated of hers, then you know exactly what I am talking about. She’s probably made you laugh, cry, and most likely SOL (snorted out-loud). She’s a very frank, up-front and sometimes hilariously in your face writer, even when she’s dealing you a timid character. She doesn’t hold back on the creative throttle and of course, has no intention of apologizing for it. That is what I love about Sommer Marsden’s writing. I love that she means every, single, word. She owns every emotion. The woman is good and I am extremely honored to celebrate 9 years of Sommer Marsden!
My gift to keep this party rollin’ is an audio 3-pak up for grabs for one very lucky winner! That’s 20 hours of listening pleasure by the way, so be sure to include your email address!!! ♥ The Mother ♥ , written & narrated by Rose Caraway (taken from the National Breast Cancer charity anthology, Shades of Pink , edited by Kally Sten) – Historical/Erotic/Romance ♥ Shady Palms ♥ , written by my gruesome darling and very good friend of the KMQ, Allen Dusk & narrated by Rose Caraway – Splatterpunk
You will also be put on the V.I.P. List to be one of the first to receive… ♥ The Big Book of Orgasms: 69 Sexy Stories ♥ , Edited by the magnificent Rachel Kramer Bussel & narrated by Rose Caraway (featuring Sommer Marsden’s, “There”) – Erotica Anthology
talented. Then she approached me about reading one of my stories as a standalone and I was like wow again. Because I'd heard her read my story "Laugh" from Rachel Kramer Bussel's anthology Gotta Have It and well, I always say Stephen King could write me a grocery list and I'd find it engaging, in this case Rose could read a grocery list and make it sound good. I'm thrilled she was able to join us today for the celebration. Before I turn you over to Rose I'm going to announce that Cassie Exline won the prize pack from Bronwyn Green yesterday. Random.org (which is how I choose all prize winners) apparently thought Cassie could use some good reads in her life. :)
Rose has a special prize today. Some audio tales to tempt your ears. Remember, please *make sure to leave your email address with your comments so you can win. If we can't contact you, you can't win. Also, as always, every comment is entered in the big prize draw which includes a $50 gift card to Amazon.
Away we go! Happy Friday! Oh! Damn. One more thing: make sure you stop back tomorrow. Alison Tyler is my guest and she has a whopper of a prize. You won't want to miss it.
XOXO
Sommer
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Hey Everybody!Rose Caraway here, dropping by to wish the fantabulous, Sommer Marsden a very happy 9th ‘living the dream’ birthday! Woo! Woo! Woo!
So, my job as a writer and podcaster is to not only write erotica for my show but to also seek out other writers that will entertain my awesome Lurid Listener audience. Boy, did I hit the mother-lode when I discovered Sommer Marsden. Everyone loves her! And, I especially love narrating her words!
She has this way of crafting emotion into 3-D.
Sommer’s works, “Laugh”, from the anthology “ Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex ” by Cleis Press and “I’ve Got A New Girl Now” from, “ Skirting the Issue ” by Pretty Things Press, have been featured on The Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast (Available until the internet dies, so go listen now!!!). I have more plans for her in the very near future, some of which she already knows about, some… umm, I should probably let her know about…soon.
We have never met in person and so I don’t know ‘all things’ Sommer Marsden, but I am a fan and there is one thing that is ever consistent in her writing. There is always an inspiring, significant truth to her words that I can feel in my bones! I understand, on every level what her characters are going through. This isn’t just talent spilling onto the pages. Fans of the KMQ podcast have said, over and over that, “She’s so real!” I couldn’t agree more. Sommer Marsden has this way of digging, way down deep into her character’s moments, and then she has you kind of sit there in that situation, that emotion—all by yourself—to percolate. She not only creates stunningly unique erotic stories but she finds a way to weave one kind of staggering truth or other into a scene that makes you sit back for a sec and say, ‘whoa’.
I found a quote that reminds me of one of my favorite Sommer Marsden characters, Clarafrom the gripping erotic novel, “ Restricted Release ”...
“A really strong woman accepts the war she went throughand is ennobled by her scars.”~Carly Simon
There are many, many writers out there vying for recognition, but there are only a few that have worthy talent and know what the hell they are doing. Sommer Marsden is one of them. If you’ve read her work or listened to a story that I have narrated of hers, then you know exactly what I am talking about. She’s probably made you laugh, cry, and most likely SOL (snorted out-loud). She’s a very frank, up-front and sometimes hilariously in your face writer, even when she’s dealing you a timid character. She doesn’t hold back on the creative throttle and of course, has no intention of apologizing for it. That is what I love about Sommer Marsden’s writing. I love that she means every, single, word. She owns every emotion. The woman is good and I am extremely honored to celebrate 9 years of Sommer Marsden!
My gift to keep this party rollin’ is an audio 3-pak up for grabs for one very lucky winner! That’s 20 hours of listening pleasure by the way, so be sure to include your email address!!! ♥ The Mother ♥ , written & narrated by Rose Caraway (taken from the National Breast Cancer charity anthology, Shades of Pink , edited by Kally Sten) – Historical/Erotic/Romance ♥ Shady Palms ♥ , written by my gruesome darling and very good friend of the KMQ, Allen Dusk & narrated by Rose Caraway – Splatterpunk
You will also be put on the V.I.P. List to be one of the first to receive… ♥ The Big Book of Orgasms: 69 Sexy Stories ♥ , Edited by the magnificent Rachel Kramer Bussel & narrated by Rose Caraway (featuring Sommer Marsden’s, “There”) – Erotica Anthology
