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My Christmas wish was retro...

I had decided this year if we were able to do Christmas Eve as normal, I wanted to do a little retro Christmas dealio. We've had a nibble of retro the last few years with our Astro Weenie Trees . But I wanted to do more. Maybe dig up some 60s or 70s recipes and put them out.

Today was the yearly bazaar at a nearby church. Every year we go. Every year we find something amazing. And every year we buy our ugly Christmas gift for the kids there (a strange family tradition).

This year, in the book room, I spotted this...





I was drawn by the very ugly nature of the binder itself. Something told me to grab it. I grabbed it. And opened it.

"Oh, it's just an old church cookbook," the man said.

I read the inscription. 1963.

I said to him, "That's where the gold is."

A woman who had been trying to hog the bookshelf of cookbooks all to herself turned to stare daggers at me. I was tempted to say, lady, I've been standing here five minutes and just touched it. You had time...

Instead, I just smiled.

I began to flip through it and my heart leapt. And the retro-loving part of me giggled with glee. It was well worth the cover price of 50cents.

The best part is when we went to pay, the woman in charge of taking money, opened it, looked at it and frowned. She shook her head. "Oh, honey, this is so old and written in and marked up...I'm not going to charge you for it."

So, of course I turned and smiled at that scowling woman again and thanked the check out lady.

As you can see, it's half cookbook, half scrapbook. She's written in recipes, she's added magazine and newspaper recipes. She actually taped some recipes over others. The man said, "Either she didn't like the recipe or the person who had written it." Ha!

Here's a few shots of my treasure. I am so ridiculously happy by this book, I can't even tell you. It's making me look forward to Christmas a little, and up until now, I really wasn't. So I'm grateful for the ugly, little, old...free! book :) Not a page of it went to waste. Honestly, I could upload a shot of every page and you'd see something new, but I'll settle for these~

XOXO
Sommer


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Roughly a year ago today...

I posted this. Blast from the past! Ironically, the US release of Restless Spirit from Sourcebooks Casablanca is in about 12 days. Oh, how I love this book...

XOXO
Sommer




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This is a very quick blog to give a very small squeak about some of the reviews Restless Spirit has gotten lately on Amazon US and UK.
Here goes! Bear with me just for two seconds while I do the blog version of the funky chicken :)

" Book filled with lots of sex, and very erotic BDSM scenes with a very hot cagefigher. At the end of this book, I was wishing for more." Stephanie from NC
"For this being very erotic, I really like the story and characters. I was not just all sex, it had a really great story line and I would highly encourage you to read this one!" Lori
"Dont usually write reviews but feel this one really deserved one This book had everything you need laughter, sex,lots of sex, the chase, good story kept me interested..." Chesh
"Good read, good story and TONS OF ORGASMS" Martha O
"It was well writen and OMG It was way better than fifty shades of grey.. My husband said thank you to the writer Sommer Marsden...Your Awesome!!" Roberta
"Fab book better than 50 shades once I started could not put it down, I finished in a couple of hours" Caroline UK
Yay! I have a teeny weeny touch of OCD sometimes and it makes me very happy to line these all up in a nifty little row on my blog. Thanks to all the readers who read and enjoyed the book and took a moment to do a review. It means more than you know!
XOXO
Sommer

Ready, Set...almost there...

Tomorrow you can go! Tomorrow begins Danica Avet's 1,000 Blog Post Celebration. Tons of prizes (including my newest novel, if I do say so myself) and lots of fun. Go check it out on her BLOG (so you can prepare yourself for the kick off tomorrow) or check out this Rafflecopter giveaway.


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TBBOO Giveaway WINNER! Yay!

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Final blog stop and a makeover!

I have been a bad, bad blogger lately. I'm a few days behind on saying that yay! My final Restricted Release almost a blog tour blog stop was at Miz Angells' the other day. Go check out my guest spot and her nifty post :)

That ends my almost blog tour!

And while I'm here, I'll FINALLY show the new cover for the Sourcebooks release of Restless Spirit (out December 3rd!). There was a different original cover, but then this happened. And I must say, I think this cover fits Tuesday (my main character) better!

And speaking of Sourcebooks releases, there will be a Facebook chat on December 2nd that includes me and eight other authors. So mark your calendars (8 pm) and I'll be back soon with more info. I can say, I'll be giving away a don't-bother-me-I'm-reading prize pack that includes Shepherd's over-sized hoodie!

Ta and da. And happy weekend.

Blog Tour Stop: The Big Book of Orgasms edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Blow the horns, ring the bells! It's my day for a blog post and a giveaway for The Big Book of Orgasms edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel.

This book is packed full of dirty little stories that run the gamut. I'm still working my way through in
little bites (and if you're busy like me that's the beauty of a book like this). I can squeeze a story in here and there and in between!

For more about TBBOO go HERE or follow on Twitter.

Below is an excerpt from my story There and below THAT is a giveaway. Leave a comment about your favorite dirty story and you could win a paperback copy of TBBOO. Perfect to heat things up since the weather is just getting colder. Hurry and comment for a chance to win!

XOXO
Sommer

From There by Sommer Marsden

These stolen fifteen minutes are flying by. I have a mouth full of his cock and his warm pout is latched onto my slick pussy. Breaking free, I gasp, “There!”

I swallow him down, feeling his hips thrust forward just enough to get more friction, not enough to be rude. These lunchtime throw-downs in his van are the stuff legends are made of—hot, dirty, sweet, salty. All the flavors of fucking are represented. I mean, how clichéd are we: van sex?

Chad moves his mouth a hair to the left and I moan, the vibration surely shuddering through his body. “There?” He’s teasing me, that ass.

“No, not there. Over. Stop torturing me.”

I feel his finger slip into me, flex in my wet depths, tickle at a tender bundle of nerve endings. My nipples peak, and I touch the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue so he groans this time.
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My *almost* last stop on the Almost a Real Blog Tour blog tour...

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There's an excerpt of course, but I also talk about the name game, Doctor Who and how I was foiled again.


Like I said up in the title, I think that's the last stop. Author's Note: Obviously, you can see I've changed that. I was wrong. I have one more next week! As you can see, it's an almost a real blog tour because I almost know what's going on and I almost kept track of it and I was almost organized. Almost. ;)

Happy Friday!

XOXO
Sommer

My last (I think!) stop on the Almost a Real Blog Tour blog tour...

Thanks




There's an excerpt of course, but I also talk about the name game, Doctor Who and how I was foiled again.


Like I said up in the title, I think that's the last stop. As you can see, it's an almost a real blog tour because I almost know what's going on and I almost kept track of it and I was almost organized. Almost. ;)

Happy Friday!

XOXO
Sommer

“From beneath you, it devours” or “I am the green socks”

Ever since THIS went up, I have been trying to think of what to say. Because that’s me up there. The green socks. The one everyone is banding together to help. Ironically, I am stilltrying to succinctly say what I want to say about T HIS THING and now I am struggling with expressing my gratitude for a new gesture. For a writer, I am doing a piss poor job of explaining myself.



It isn’t helping that the last week or so has been a tricky one. I’m fighting my own mood more often than not. More so than the actual cancer patient, so you go ahead and try to figure that one out. He’s keeping his head up and his back straight and his mindset good. I am slouching and flailing and floundering along behind him.
More than once in my life, I’ve dreamt of sinkholes. They scare me for some reason. Nothing puts the hair on the back of my neck up faster than seeing news of some humongous sinkhole somewhere swallowing up…everything.
Not too long ago, maybe a year or so ago, I dreamt of one and while out with the man on a walk with the fat wiener I said, “I dreamt of a sinkhole last night. It freaked me out.”
He stopped where he was, looked at me funny and said, “Last night?”
“Yep.”
“Me too,” he said. “But I had totally forgotten until you just said that.”
That’s what cancer feels like. A sinkhole. Opening up from out of nowhere and gulping shit down. Safety. Security. Peace. Happiness. Normality. Sanity.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
Worse yet think of those disaster movies where someone is standing on seemingly solid ground and then gulp. Gone. They fall away into the nothing. And the person nearby starts running, and as they run the ground starts to drop away and they may…or may not make it to a place of safety. With sinkholes there is very little to hold on to.
It isn’t helping that a small sinkhole has opened in our neighborhood. I pass it every day as I walk or run (when I say run I mean to imply stumbling forward blindly with great intent, not actual graceful running). It freaks me out when I pass it because I wonder what would happen if that piece of sidewalk were just to buckle and swallow me down.
Gulp.
What is my fucking point? I have no idea! Actually, I do. I’m kidding. As best as I can today. LOL. What I can say is this cancer thing is unnerving. Very much like what I described above. Buffy lovers might remember the from beneath you, it devours episodes. And much like those, we’re not dealing, in this family, with something that can be felled by a wooden stake or fire or iron or any of the things we have been told by lore will save us should the unnatural—the unthinkable—happen. This one can only be felled by something almost as bad as the villain. Chemo to the cancer. Toxins to the mutations.
And you don’t know if it’s working. You have to wait. And wonder. And struggle to find something to hold onto.
That’s where you come in. That’s where the amazing and clever Alison Tyler comes in helping right out of the gate when we were still reeling from the news. And then Bronwyn Green riding in on her magical gypsy pony (this is my mental image of her) with all her smiles and love and goodness. And all of you who have donated time or stories or goods or money (or even paused to think good things for us). You are that thing we reach out and hold on to. The goodness and the beautiful intentions, the help and the affection. It’s something to cling to.
Like I said before, for a writer, I am doing a piss poor job of expressing my (our) gratitude. But then I realize that sometimes things, gestures, help…it’s too big to be covered by anything but the simplest words.
Thank you.
And because I can’t seem to help myself with the adding of things to simple things (just ask my editors) I’ll put:
It means more than you can every possibly know.
XOXO Sommer and family

My Eroticon USA Winner is...

Number 50! If you have ticket number 50 please send me an email with your secret password to sommermarsden[at]gmail[dot]com . Please include your snail mail address so I can ship your goodies. You have two weeks to claim your prize. After that, I'll grab a new number and name a new winner.

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XOXO
Sommer