Sommer Marsden's Blog, page 30

I'm teasing you with my teasers...

This is just one of the fabulous daily prizes up for grabs during my 9th writing birthday celebration! All the hoopla starts March 1st with a kickoff from me.

This prize is from the lovely Kiki Howell. Are you teased? Are you?

I'm so excited and you're invited!

Believe it or not this coming March I will be nine years old! Nine! For nine years I've been writing dirty. I was writing before that, without a doubt, but it wasn't until March '05 that Sommer was born. You know what that means, right?

Party!

Here's the scoop (click it...it gets bigger):


Starting March 1st there will be daily 'door prizes' on my blog from my birthday guests. At the end of March I'll be giving away a prize pack that includes a $50 gift card to Amazon .

Guests offering door prizes will include: Katie Salidas, Alison Tyler, Willsin Rowe, Teresa Noelle Roberts, A.R. Von, Selena Kitt, Charlotte Stein, Kiki Howell, Bronwyn Green, Giselle Renarde, Rose Caraway, Victoria Blisse, S.A. Meade, K.D. Grace, Tenille Brown, Lucy Felthouse, Lily Harlem, Justine Elyot, Abi Aiken, Lynn Townsend, Brien Michaels, Cora Zane, Kristina Wright, Tamsin Flowers and Sacchi Green.

Whew! Can you believe it!

How does it work? Easy:
*Every time you comment on a blog post (in the blog comment section) you earn a chance to win that day's prize AND you get a chance at the grand prize.

*Every time you Retweet on Twitter or Share my party info on Facebook you earn a chance at the grand prize.

*Every time you mention the shindig on Twitter with #9YearsofSommer you get a chance at the grand prize.

*Every time you mention this shindig on Facebook and tag me you get a chance at the grand prize.

*If you review and/or rate one of my books during the month of March send me a link and that will get you a chance at the grand prize.

There are unlimited ways to earn as many shots as you like.That's it! Show up to party and you basically have a chance to win daily prizes and the big shebang. When all is said and done I'll fish around in that giant bowl of slips and draw a name. I hope you'll come celebrate my 9 years with me. And tell your friends!

XOXO
Sommer

My writing process..."And supposedly my ass will shrink a bit from being vertical so much!"

I was asked to do this thingamajig by Alison Tyler. And then I forgot what day it was today. So tada! Better late than never.




1)     What am I working on?I’m working on a book for Excessica called The Accidental Cougar. I got the idea when a very handsome young man—and I mean young—gave me a double take and a friendly flirty smile. At first I was shocked, I had no makeup on and was dressed like a character from Rent seeing as we’d had an ice/snow storm. But after the shock of someone being flirty with me wore off my brain started to spin a tale like none other I’ve told. I tend to favor older man, younger woman if my characters aren’t around the same age. I’ve never done a cougar. And I have to say…rawr! I like it.
2)     How does my work differ from others of its genre?I have no idea. That would imply that I’ve read my genre in its entirety. I can tell you that I have been told I’m good at mixing humor with heavier emotions. I’ve also gotten some cheers for dialogue. Which is quite pleasing!
3)     Why do I write what I do?

Because I accidentally found out I can. And not only that I can, but it seems to be what I flourish in. The erotic genre. So why mess with something if it makes you happy and is working out for you, right? I do write other things, but I always end up back in erotic fiction. It’s my home. My dirty-dirty home.
4)     How does your writing process work?

I have no idea. Isn’t that a terrible answer? I don’t think I have a ‘process’ per se. A process indicates I do X,Y and Z every day. I don’t. I tend to work—especially right now—in the center of a swirling vortex of chaos. My process involves desperately attempting maybe an hour or two if I am super lucky alone per day. Ironically, that time is spent going to all ‘my spots’. I go Email #1, Email #2, Email #3, Twitter, Facebook, Amazon, Google. Every day. So that’s my process…maybe? I only do Pinterest if I know I have an hour to kill. No shit. I have a Pinterest problem. Then I write for a hard and fast sprint. After that, people are starting to get up and my other responsibilities are starting to rear their heads and I end up working whenever I can shove it in for the rest of the day. Right now, I am so in love with The Accidental Cougar I am wedging it in wherever possible. I recently bought a standing/rolling desk so while dinner is cooking/baking/sautéing or whatever, I can stand there and work. Pretty nifty. And supposedly my ass will shrink a bit from being vertical so much!
Beyond that, I write about 6 days a week. Sometimes 7. I often work on more than one book at a time. Sometimes I have two books going as far as writing and one for editing. Other times I have two under edits and am writing one. Or once in a great while, like right now with TAC, I’m working on just ONE thing. Alert the media!
I like background noise like Supernatural or Bones. I layer chores in with my writing because I can’t focus on the writing for too long a stretch by itself. My brain needs room to figure out the next step so that’s when folding laundry or stitching some fabric for a quilt or doing the dishes turn out to be lovely distractions.
Oh, and I talk. A lot. Online. I run my mouth all day. I am amazed that I get anything done at all, to be honest. But somehow the craziness works for me.

Alison hit me up to do this so I went and banged on (ahem):

Kristina Wright
Kiki Howell
S.A. Meade

Check them out next week (February 24th) and find out their process. Because if you're anything like me...you're nosy as hell!

XOXO
Sommer

The Delicious Alison Tyler...

Is here to feed us a nibble of her book The Delicious Torment. I promise you it'll be tasty.
Yay for Alison Tyler being here! Yay for snow! Yay for tomorrow being Valentine's Day. Yay for all the flavors. Um...my flavor today is apparently the caffeine flavor. *ahem* Anyway, go forth and read. And then go forth and buy this next book in Alison Tyler's filthy BDSM saga.
XOXOS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Love Comes in Many Flavors
The characters in my stories crave understanding. They want someone—or occasionally several someones—to understand their needs. Their urges. Their late-at-night desires. And I realized recently that ultimately they want to be loved.
That may seem deceptively simple. A little sugary. A bit pink around the edges. Especially, for a writer like me who delves into kink on a daily basis. But truly I think I’m obsessed with this one desire.
Love.
(Okay, I’m also obsessed with handcuffs, and spanking, and bondage, and naughty schoolgirl outfits. But for today, the day before Valentine’s Day, let’s go with love.)
A scene from The Delicious Torment:
Jack took a step closer, and he ran his fingers through my hair. “You want me to say it, don’t you? You couldn’t tell by the way I act? You want me to say it.”
            I caught my breath. I thought I knew. But…
            “Jesus, Kid. I love you. Isn’t that clear yet?” And the tears came steadily now. Different tears. But enough to wet my cheeks, to taste salty on my lips.
            “I’m not done with you, though,” Jack said, taking a final step closer. “We have unfinished business.”
*****
            I was 18 the first time I heard “I love you” from a man. Brock whispered the words to me on our second date, his hand tight in my hair, tipping my head back, anchoring me in place. His voice was gruff. His mouth was so close to my ear that his breath tickled my skin. I shivered all over at the tone of his voice, at the way he held me, and at the words he said. We were out on a park bench, in the dark, and I felt that anything could happen.          
            Anything at all.
            My best friend said later that Brock couldn’t possibly have meant the words—not really. Not yet. How could he, when we’d known each other for fewer than 48 hours? 
            He needed to say them. And I needed to hear them. That’s all that mattered.
            But when Jack said he loved me, everything seemed to click into place. How brutal he’d been all night—emotionally brutal. Had he been trying to drive me off? Was this whole evening one more complicated, intricate test, in which he had tried to see if I could withstand this sort of pain, whether I would sign on for the ride or flee the chateau?
            I wanted to say the words back. I wanted to say, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”                       So the scene is bracketed by canings and a puppy cage… love comes in many flavors.Happy (almost) Valentine’s Day!
XXX,Alison
Alison Tyler is the author of more than twenty-five risqué novels, most recently Dark Secret Love and The Delicious Torment (both from Cleis Press). She has edited erotic anthologies for Harlequin, Plume, Cleis, Masquerade, and her own Pretty Things Press. Please check out “Happily Ever Anal”—a perfect Valentine’s gift to anyone’s Kindle you’d like to kink. And visit her at alisontyler.blogspotcom.

coming soon! (actually, already here!)

UPDATE: coming soon happens to be ALREADY HERE. Check out HEA

Our fourth anal collection! Should be ready to party by Valentine's Day. Who needs chocolates to say be mine? Just snag your sweetie some anal erotica and the deed is done.

While you wait go check out Alison Tyler's writing process. And come back here on the 17th to read about mine.

XOXO
Sommer

I was bored...

I had an emotional day. I'm tired. (But I am wearing new jammies yay!) And I decided to mess around and have fun with promo stuff. I created this. Now I'm no Michelangelo but hey...I like it! And gosh did I have fun*.

 Click it! It gets bigger! (heh).

Happy Friday. Off to pour some wine.

XOXO
Sommer
*this is what passes for a hot Friday night now. Oh, somebody stop me. I'm out of control!

And slap it on a bing-bong!

We have no idea what that means but it's something we say around here all the time. As in: Look at this! Bam! And slap it on a bing-bong!

So yesterday I got this:


The cover for my upcoming novel with HarperCollins Mischief. Lost in You releases in March in the UK, US to follow. I am SO  excited!

And since they gave me that amazing cover they decided to give Boys Next Door a makeover. Here 'tis!


Oh my God. I swooned. There they are. Two new covers for me. So bam! Slap *that* on a bing-bong!

XOXO
Sommer

Some of my favorites...

All of January I did a 30 day photo challenge. Now I am no photographer and I am only armed with an iPad and a phone but these are some of my favorite shots. They theme is posted below the photo in bold. I might have to invest in a cheap camera to replace the one that died a few years back. Because I sure had fun!

XOXO
Sommer

 Something Green
 After Dark
 Routine (this is the cancer center)
 Silhouette 



Your Shoes




                                                              Inspiration


 An Animal
 A Stranger
Close-Up
*All photos copyright Sommer Marsden 2014, because I know they're so damn good you want to steal them, yo.

Good morning, Monday...you c*nt

8:30 a.m. Monday, February 3, 2014

So stumbling around in the dark and then being on your knees is a great way to spend a Monday morning. Before you say, Oh, on your knees Ms. Marsden…what’s that about? I assure you, it was nothing so invigorating or life affirming as a blow job. It was, in fact, a rather clumsy emptying the sump pump.
It all started about 6:50 a.m. as I was sitting there, stunned and only mildly awake, perusing Twitter and Facebook. Girl child’s morning show of Smallville was on and Clark was being good and Lex was being bad and I was paying no attention at all until this:
Lights out, carbon monoxide monitor lets out its murderous shriek, everything beeps. Silence.
Lights on.
Lights out. More shrieking from monitor, flickering, dimming, beeping. Silence.
Lights on.
Out.
On.
Out.
On, waiver, on, waiver, dim.
Out.
Sirens.
Tada!!!
We were sitting there in total fucking blackness because a) it was not even seven in the morning yet and b) there is a monsoon outside and that is not helping the darkness issue. Also c) our sump pump fills up faster than a Solo cup at a kegger.
So here comes the man stumbling down about three hours before he should have been. Girl child declares she is not going to school in this crap and goes to bed. And I am sitting there still stunned and trying to process all this shit before I’m even done a single cup of coffee.
So the bailing starts. The man takes the first turn. I hover, plead with him to let me do it, then back off because he’s making scary Sasquatch noises. There are flashlights and all kinds of cussing and the rain is just coming down and I am just like…what the bloody fuck is this happy horse shit!?
So then I take a turn.  I, friends and neighbors, have NEVER bailed a sump pump in my life. Ever. Up until a month or two ago we had an emergency backup but the battery died and the money just was not there to replace it. It’s still not.
So we bail.
Here’s the shit you think when you’re in the pitch black basement bailing dirty water out of a rusty hole in the ground:
This water is disgusting.
Ugh! Some splashed on my face. Shut your mouth! Shut your mouth!
I am too old for this shit.
Do not drop the flashlight into the pit of despair.
I am far too old for this shit.
When does the boy wake up?
And my favorite that occurred about every seven seconds before I would once again realize the very reason I was bailing was because we had no power: This would go a lot faster if someone would turn that fucking light on.
So yeah. There’s no power as I type this (thank goodness my laptop has a full charge but alas no internet when the power is out), the monsoon continues and BG&E is walking around in the deluge sticking probes into the ground trying to find where the gas leak is. We have one in the neighborhood, they just can’t pinpoint it. So that has been super fun for the last few days constantly sniffing the house like a lunatic because we were told it’s safe as long as it remains outside. Yeah, no paranoia here, friends and neighbors! Sniff, sniff, sniff…*rolls eyes*
Good morning, Monday…you c*nt.
But this just in. LATE BREAKING GOOD NEWS: the boy is up! Seventeen, full of energy, good muscle tone. Happy Monday. Here’s a cup. Bail that bastard. Bail, bail, bail!
XOXOSommer
photo credit: spratmackrel via photopin cc

Friday Free Read: Reclaiming Spring

I didn't realize that I wasn't just a sexy excerpt at Kinkly.com, I'm an actual story! So if you want a Free Friday Read to spice up your weekend kick off get yourself HERE and read Reclaiming Spring from Shanna Germain's Bound by Lust.

Warning: It's BDSM content. That being said, enjoy!

Have a lovely weekend, folks. ❤️

XOXO
Sommer

photo credit: ephotography via photopin cc