Sommer Marsden's Blog, page 43
June 7, 2013
NEW SPOT: Blindfolded Book Reviews
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I added 20 Questions to my blog not long ago (or so it seems but we've had about two months of them!) and now that they are beginning to wind down I was looking for something else fun to do here at Unapologetic Fiction. Though, I do have plans to do another spot in the future called 20 More Questions. But more on that later.This is my contributor copy bookshelf. On it is a copy of every print book I've been in. I have not, as one might imagine, been able to read all of these from cover to cover the way I did when I first started getting published in print. They come in too fast and I am, admittedly, a much slower reader than I used to be (sob). I think mostly because I put out words all day, I'm slower at absorbing them for leisure at the end of the work day.
Anyway, here's how this Blindfolded Book Review thing is going to work. I put on a blindfold (or if I'm lazy I just shut my eyes). I take something long (quiet, you dirty minds) like a ruler...and I wave it around until I strike a book. If that mental image doesn't crack you up...you might be dead.
Then I see what I picked. First pick this time, was my own damn book Base Nature. LOL. So I tried again. Second strike was my own book as well, Hard Lessons. But the third time was the charm. I struck Wanton Women put out by Xcite. Then I shut my eyes and took a stab at the table of contents. The lucky winner was "Go Find Yourself" by Velvet Tripp.
Here's my mini review.
Lisa's life has changed a bit. Marriage ended, son off to university and now she's on the road headed toward a very special camp. A camp that will let her revisit the urges she had in her youth. Urges to experience beautiful women. And when she spots drummer Ross that first night, the urges get stronger.A lovely story of self discovery and passion. Tripp truly manages to strike the balance of excitement and anxiety involved in going after a desire for the first time. I enjoyed the vivid descriptions of camp and the delicious anticipation on Lisa's part. Ross was truly crush-worthy and definitely the kind of girl any woman would want for her steamy and sweet first time.
I've never read Velvet Tripp's work before. So yay me! Reading a wonderfully written story by an author new to me on this rainy, gray day. :)
Check out the book HERE.
And the author HERE.
There you go. No muss, no fuss, just a brand new fun thing to do. Goodness knows, I have enough books on that shelf to keep this up for quite a while!
XOXO
Sommer
June 5, 2013
20 Questions with Nobilis Reed: "The rest of the world should be thanking me that I wear pants."
Good morning! Today's 20 Questions is with Nobilis Reed. Forgive the wonky formatting at the bottom. I have twisted this sucker every which way but wine. (Meaning I had the urge to drink when fucking with it). Everything behaved but the bio. And after a half an hour of messing around with it, I'm going to cry uncle. I submit. Be the way you want bio. You are still packed full of information. Just see for yourself...
1. Favorite YA book?
The Lion, The Witch and the Wardobe.
2. It’s a meatless meal night. You eat…
Hummous, with whole wheat pita bread, babaganouj, and if we're feeling
very ambitious I'll make felafels.
3. Football or baseball?
Baseball is slightly less problematic because there are fewer injuries
with lifelong cognitive impairments.
4. Look at your bookshelf. Top shelf, left to right, what are the
first five books you see? No cheating!
The bookshelf near my desk?
The Pathfinder core rulebook, the D&D monster manual, the Nobilis
roleplaying game (coffee table edition, also known as the "Big White
Book", "Dogs in the Vineyard" rpg, and the "octaNe" RPG.
If you asked about my to-be-read pile next to my bed, that would be:
Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula LeGuin
Spectyr, Phillipa Ballantine
Heartless, Gail Carriger
Angry Lead Skies, Glen Cook
Naamah's Curse, Jacqueline Carey
5. Average night. Eat in, eat out, or takeout?
Eat in. My kid, Addi, cooks when she doesn't have class. Otherwise
it's me. We get takeout two or three times a month, and restaurants
maybe once a month.
6. Favorite meal to cook?
Chicken piccatta. It's far better than it has any right to be, given
how easy it is to make.
7. Favorite TV show when you were a kid?
National Geographic Specials.
8. Favorite TV show now?
Game of Thrones.
9. Best teacher you ever had…
Wow, tough one, I've had so many awesome teachers. I think Ann
Regentin, who has been my writing mentor lately, has to be on top.
10. What did they teach you?
How to find the ending for a novel.
11. Tell us something you did as a kid that no one/very few people know
about.
I wasn't really that interesting as a kid! I suppose I can say that I
refused to join my friends in a raid involving gunpowder and plumbing
supplies. Luckily they didn't go through with it. My friends were much
more interesting than I was.
12. Tell us something you did this year that no one/very few people know
about.
I created a female pseudonym and started writing stories under it.
13. What one clothing item can you not live without?
The rest of the world should be thanking me that I wear pants.
14. Zombies, vampires or werewolves?
Right now, it's Zombies that are on my mind. My RPG group just
finished the first chapter of our Dresden Files campaign, and it
involved hundreds of despair-howling zombies.
15. Anything you haven’t written about that you desperately want to?
A planet where strange meteorites hold the secret to fabulous
transformative magic. This story idea has been sitting in my idea
notebook for WAY too long.
16. Anything you’ve written about that you desperately wish you hadn’t?
I regret nothing.
17. Do you finish a book that is terrible or put it down?
Put it down. I probably stop reading half the books I start.
18. Do you review terrible books or pass on saying anything at all?
I mark them as "Didn't finish" on GoodReads sometimes, and say why.
19. Do you read reviews of your work?
Yes, unfortunately.
20. Red wine or white wine?
Red. Specifically, port.
A few years ago Nobilis Reed decided to start sharing the naughty
little stories he scribbled out in hidden notebooks. To his surprise,
people actually liked them! Now, he can’t stop. The poor man is
addicted. His wife, teenage children, and even the cats just look on
this wretch of a man, hunched over his computer and shake their heads.
Clearly, there is no hope for him. The best that can be hoped for is
to just make him as comfortable as his condition will allow. Symptoms
of his condition include two novels, several novellas, numerous short
stories, and the longest-running erotica podcast in the history of the
world. Visit: http://nobiliserotica.com/site/bookin...
1. Favorite YA book?
The Lion, The Witch and the Wardobe.
2. It’s a meatless meal night. You eat…
Hummous, with whole wheat pita bread, babaganouj, and if we're feeling
very ambitious I'll make felafels.
3. Football or baseball?
Baseball is slightly less problematic because there are fewer injuries
with lifelong cognitive impairments.
4. Look at your bookshelf. Top shelf, left to right, what are the
first five books you see? No cheating!
The bookshelf near my desk?
The Pathfinder core rulebook, the D&D monster manual, the Nobilis
roleplaying game (coffee table edition, also known as the "Big White
Book", "Dogs in the Vineyard" rpg, and the "octaNe" RPG.
If you asked about my to-be-read pile next to my bed, that would be:
Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula LeGuin
Spectyr, Phillipa Ballantine
Heartless, Gail Carriger
Angry Lead Skies, Glen Cook
Naamah's Curse, Jacqueline Carey
5. Average night. Eat in, eat out, or takeout?
Eat in. My kid, Addi, cooks when she doesn't have class. Otherwise
it's me. We get takeout two or three times a month, and restaurants
maybe once a month.
6. Favorite meal to cook?
Chicken piccatta. It's far better than it has any right to be, given
how easy it is to make.
7. Favorite TV show when you were a kid?
National Geographic Specials.
8. Favorite TV show now?
Game of Thrones.
9. Best teacher you ever had…
Wow, tough one, I've had so many awesome teachers. I think Ann
Regentin, who has been my writing mentor lately, has to be on top.
10. What did they teach you?
How to find the ending for a novel.
11. Tell us something you did as a kid that no one/very few people know
about.
I wasn't really that interesting as a kid! I suppose I can say that I
refused to join my friends in a raid involving gunpowder and plumbing
supplies. Luckily they didn't go through with it. My friends were much
more interesting than I was.
12. Tell us something you did this year that no one/very few people know
about.
I created a female pseudonym and started writing stories under it.
13. What one clothing item can you not live without?
The rest of the world should be thanking me that I wear pants.
14. Zombies, vampires or werewolves?
Right now, it's Zombies that are on my mind. My RPG group just
finished the first chapter of our Dresden Files campaign, and it
involved hundreds of despair-howling zombies.
15. Anything you haven’t written about that you desperately want to?
A planet where strange meteorites hold the secret to fabulous
transformative magic. This story idea has been sitting in my idea
notebook for WAY too long.
16. Anything you’ve written about that you desperately wish you hadn’t?
I regret nothing.
17. Do you finish a book that is terrible or put it down?
Put it down. I probably stop reading half the books I start.
18. Do you review terrible books or pass on saying anything at all?
I mark them as "Didn't finish" on GoodReads sometimes, and say why.
19. Do you read reviews of your work?
Yes, unfortunately.
20. Red wine or white wine?
Red. Specifically, port.
A few years ago Nobilis Reed decided to start sharing the naughtylittle stories he scribbled out in hidden notebooks. To his surprise,
people actually liked them! Now, he can’t stop. The poor man is
addicted. His wife, teenage children, and even the cats just look on
this wretch of a man, hunched over his computer and shake their heads.
Clearly, there is no hope for him. The best that can be hoped for is
to just make him as comfortable as his condition will allow. Symptoms
of his condition include two novels, several novellas, numerous short
stories, and the longest-running erotica podcast in the history of the
world. Visit: http://nobiliserotica.com/site/bookin...
June 4, 2013
Good stuff!
I wish I was here. Wherever this is.Why the fireworks? I just finished the erotic romance novel I was working on. Yay!!! And my mother is bringing us dinner so...no cooking! Yay again!!! And...it is super cool and gorgeous today. No disgusting heat. Triple Yay!!!
Add that all together and I am doing the funky chicken over here. Now that you've pictured *that* I'm sure you're laughing.
You are welcome.
XOXO
Sommer
photo credit: williamcho via photopin cc
June 2, 2013
You know that episode of Supernatural where everyone has their own personal...
Heaven? Yeah, that. I went to the garden place to grab the last of our veg to plant. Ended up with a fingerling eggplant, a Mr. Stripey tomato (could NOT resist the name. And that it's heirloom), another jalapeno plant and some kind of pretty purple flower that is said to attract butterflies and hummingbirds (not what's shown). Pollination baby! Sadly, still no cilantro anywhere!
Anyway, there were rows and rows and rows of beauties and they were playing B.B. King on the overhead. I pretty much thought I'd found my heaven. And it didn't hurt that the cute young thing that worked there and asked if I needed help said, "Finding everything you want, hon?" And not...*grits teeth* "ma'am" LOL.
What's funny is I was never a gardening person before. Plants and dirt and sweating did nothing for me. But after 8 years of being a full-time writer and being inside hunched over a computer so much, I am truly starting to find real joy in playing in the dirt and trying to grow things to eat. Go figure.
Now to go plant my boon.
Hope your Sunday is full of butterflies and sunshine.
XOXO
Sommer
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Anyway, there were rows and rows and rows of beauties and they were playing B.B. King on the overhead. I pretty much thought I'd found my heaven. And it didn't hurt that the cute young thing that worked there and asked if I needed help said, "Finding everything you want, hon?" And not...*grits teeth* "ma'am" LOL.
What's funny is I was never a gardening person before. Plants and dirt and sweating did nothing for me. But after 8 years of being a full-time writer and being inside hunched over a computer so much, I am truly starting to find real joy in playing in the dirt and trying to grow things to eat. Go figure.
Now to go plant my boon.
Hope your Sunday is full of butterflies and sunshine.
XOXO
Sommer
June 1, 2013
I think I'll be sitting here a lot over the summer...
What you can't see is the lounge chair, the paperback and the utter look of relaxation behind the camera. Om...
XOXO
Sommer
"...quickly becoming not only one of my go to authors, but one that I actually anticipate her new releases."
(if you don't dig reading reviews, check back another day for a non-woohoo-related post :) ) Really awesome 4.5 star review for Beast in Me, book 2 in the Divination Falls trilogy. Part of it...
I think that’s what I like most about Ms. Marsden – she has an innate ability to take the most out of the norm situations and make you suspend your belief without you even being aware of it. I instantly felt connected to Cam and Trace; I rooted for them to open up to one another and even wanted to smack them upside the head when the pair was being stubborn. I absolutely loved Beast in Me by Sommer Marsden and I can’t wait for the third installment of the Divination Falls series!
Go HERE to read the whole thang. (yes, thang).
Happy Saturday. I think we are going to plant some vegetables. Woohoo!
XOXO
Sommer
photo credit: OneEighteen via photopin cc
May 31, 2013
"In the beginning, I wanted to hate this story."
Gotta love a review that starts like that but ends with 5 *stars. :)
Siren Book Reviews
also had this to say:
Together they collide in a flurry of hot, mesmerizing dirty sex with BDSM aspects and kinky spanking. Luna submits beautifully to this engaging man who needs to find peace while his world is continually crumbling.
Love, love, love! To read the full review from Siren Book Reviews go HERE . Really pleased to see a review for Angry Sex . It's a book that I adore but I don't feel I gave it enough attention when it was released. So I'm dusting it off, buffing it a little and putting it up here.
Happy Friday.
XOXO
Sommer
Luna Watkins can’t remember feeling so stressed. Her teenage son Nick’s health issues are reemerging and her ex Ben wants to help but is just making ends meet with odd jobs. Her catering business is thriving but too hectic for her to handle, at least that’s what it feels like. Not to mention since she’s been divorced, she hasn’t dated much and has had sex even less. When Nick decides to visit his grandparents for the summer, Luna is devastated. And yet, she sees a chance to work through her anger and her angst. Maybe some time to feed her body, mind and soul knowing he’s well taken care of. Enter Adam Singleton, her new, last minute server. Handsome, gruff Adam who’s working through his own anger. Flirting turns to sparring. Sparring turns to angry sex—like therapy but naked. As time goes by and Luna and Adam become even more entangled, with their hardships and each other, the question becomes, does angry sex turn to more anger…or peace?
For an excerpt go HERE .
Together they collide in a flurry of hot, mesmerizing dirty sex with BDSM aspects and kinky spanking. Luna submits beautifully to this engaging man who needs to find peace while his world is continually crumbling.
Love, love, love! To read the full review from Siren Book Reviews go HERE . Really pleased to see a review for Angry Sex . It's a book that I adore but I don't feel I gave it enough attention when it was released. So I'm dusting it off, buffing it a little and putting it up here.
Happy Friday.
XOXO
Sommer
Luna Watkins can’t remember feeling so stressed. Her teenage son Nick’s health issues are reemerging and her ex Ben wants to help but is just making ends meet with odd jobs. Her catering business is thriving but too hectic for her to handle, at least that’s what it feels like. Not to mention since she’s been divorced, she hasn’t dated much and has had sex even less. When Nick decides to visit his grandparents for the summer, Luna is devastated. And yet, she sees a chance to work through her anger and her angst. Maybe some time to feed her body, mind and soul knowing he’s well taken care of. Enter Adam Singleton, her new, last minute server. Handsome, gruff Adam who’s working through his own anger. Flirting turns to sparring. Sparring turns to angry sex—like therapy but naked. As time goes by and Luna and Adam become even more entangled, with their hardships and each other, the question becomes, does angry sex turn to more anger…or peace?
For an excerpt go HERE .
May 30, 2013
Paper Pages and a Small Announcement
Happy Thursday! It's exciting because it's the day before Friday...which is the day before Saturday...which is the day also known as SLEEP IN DAY!
I have a bit of excitement to announce because I didn't last week when things were chaos.
Both Divination Falls books are now available in paperback. How awesome is that?
Both LION HEARTED and BEAST IN ME can be purchased with paper pages. Oooh, I cannot wait to smell them.
My little announcement is this: due to what feels like a constantly revolving door of promotion and often feeling as if I bombard people on my social media with links, I will ONLY be announcing freebies that are relevant TWO TIMES per day now. Once in the morning and once in the early afternoon. This translates to late morning, early evening in the UK. So if you are interested in whatever current freebies might be going on, please simply check my Twitter Feed or Facebook Page . Simple pimple!
While I'm here, I will say that as of the typing of this blog, my newest novella INVENTING HERSELF is free on Amazon US and UK. Ta and da
I hope you're having a bad ass week ;)
XOXO
Sommer
I have a bit of excitement to announce because I didn't last week when things were chaos.
Both Divination Falls books are now available in paperback. How awesome is that?
Both LION HEARTED and BEAST IN ME can be purchased with paper pages. Oooh, I cannot wait to smell them.
My little announcement is this: due to what feels like a constantly revolving door of promotion and often feeling as if I bombard people on my social media with links, I will ONLY be announcing freebies that are relevant TWO TIMES per day now. Once in the morning and once in the early afternoon. This translates to late morning, early evening in the UK. So if you are interested in whatever current freebies might be going on, please simply check my Twitter Feed or Facebook Page . Simple pimple!
While I'm here, I will say that as of the typing of this blog, my newest novella INVENTING HERSELF is free on Amazon US and UK. Ta and da
I hope you're having a bad ass week ;)
XOXO
Sommer
May 29, 2013
20 Questions With Tenille Brown: “ha, ha… yeah, I ‘quove you!”
Good morning! It's Wednesday again. Can you fucking believe that?
This week's willing victim is Tenille Brown. Tenille's a fun person to follow on Twitter. Her Mommy and Me tweets are often hilarious and she's just an all around neat person. Check her out if you get a chance.
XOXO
Sommer
1. Favorite YA book?
“Go Ask Alice” by Anonymous because I was twisted even back then.
2. It’s a meatless meal night. You eat…
Spinach Florentine
3. Football or baseball?
Football…specifically…49ers football.
4. Look at your bookshelf. Top shelf, left to right, what are the first five books you see? No cheating!
Love by Toni Morrison, She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb, Sugar by Bernice L. Mc Fadden, Skinny by Diana Spechler, The Coldest Winder Ever by Sista Souljah (P.S. I tore my bookshelf down, these are on a shelf in my closet)
5. Average night. Eat in, eat out, or takeout?
Eat in
6. Favorite meal to cook?
Chicken and Shrimp Alfredo
7. Favorite TV show when you were a kid?
Fraggle Rock (hides face)
8. Favorite TV show now?
How I Met Your Mother (again…hides face)
9. Best teacher you ever had…
Virginia Nix
10. What did they teach you?
Long Division
11. Tell us something you did as a kid that no one/very few people know about.
I wrote this boy a note telling him that I loved him and my handwriting was so bad that the “l” in love looked like a “q” so he came up to me in front of everyone and said “you…quove…me?” and I just went with it and was all “ha, ha… yeah, I ‘quove you!”
12. Tell us something you did this year that no one/very few people know about.
Ask me 25 years from now ;)
13. What one clothing item can you not live without?
A five year old pair of black high heeled Timberlands, love them. They never go out of style.
14. Zombies, vampires or werewolves?
Lesser of the three evils…Vampires.
15. Anything you haven’t written about that you desperately want to?
I would really like to tackle paranormal erotica, just to prove to myself that I can do it.
16. Anything you’ve written about that you desperately wish you hadn’t?
Yes, and I deleted it about a week ago. It was a terrible oral sex story written about nine years ago.
17. Do you finish a book that is terrible or put it down?
Put it down…who’s got that kinda time?
18. Do you review terrible books or pass on saying anything at all?
If you don’t have anything nice to say…
19. Do you read reviews of your work?
I write shorts so I’m just happy when I happen to come across reviews that mention me.
20. Red wine or white wine?
Red, if there’s no vodka in the house.
Tenille Brown’s writing is featured in over fifty print anthologies including Best Women’s
Erotica, Chocolate Flava 1 and 3, Curvy Girls, Going Down, Best Bondage Erotica 2011 and 2012, Sapphic Planet, Suite Encounters, Open, Best Lesbian Erotica 2013, Only You, Sudden Sex, Smut Alfresco, and Smut for Chocoholics. She writes for Mischief Books, and has non-fiction included in The Greenwood Encyclopedia of African American Writers. The southern wife and mother blogs at http://therealtenille.com and tweets @TheRealTenille.
This week's willing victim is Tenille Brown. Tenille's a fun person to follow on Twitter. Her Mommy and Me tweets are often hilarious and she's just an all around neat person. Check her out if you get a chance.
XOXO
Sommer
1. Favorite YA book?
“Go Ask Alice” by Anonymous because I was twisted even back then.
2. It’s a meatless meal night. You eat…
Spinach Florentine
3. Football or baseball?
Football…specifically…49ers football.
4. Look at your bookshelf. Top shelf, left to right, what are the first five books you see? No cheating!
Love by Toni Morrison, She’s Come Undone by Wally Lamb, Sugar by Bernice L. Mc Fadden, Skinny by Diana Spechler, The Coldest Winder Ever by Sista Souljah (P.S. I tore my bookshelf down, these are on a shelf in my closet)
5. Average night. Eat in, eat out, or takeout?
Eat in
6. Favorite meal to cook?
Chicken and Shrimp Alfredo
7. Favorite TV show when you were a kid?
Fraggle Rock (hides face)
8. Favorite TV show now?
How I Met Your Mother (again…hides face)
9. Best teacher you ever had…
Virginia Nix
10. What did they teach you?
Long Division
11. Tell us something you did as a kid that no one/very few people know about.
I wrote this boy a note telling him that I loved him and my handwriting was so bad that the “l” in love looked like a “q” so he came up to me in front of everyone and said “you…quove…me?” and I just went with it and was all “ha, ha… yeah, I ‘quove you!”
12. Tell us something you did this year that no one/very few people know about.
Ask me 25 years from now ;)
13. What one clothing item can you not live without?
A five year old pair of black high heeled Timberlands, love them. They never go out of style.
14. Zombies, vampires or werewolves?
Lesser of the three evils…Vampires.
15. Anything you haven’t written about that you desperately want to?
I would really like to tackle paranormal erotica, just to prove to myself that I can do it.
16. Anything you’ve written about that you desperately wish you hadn’t?
Yes, and I deleted it about a week ago. It was a terrible oral sex story written about nine years ago.
17. Do you finish a book that is terrible or put it down?
Put it down…who’s got that kinda time?
18. Do you review terrible books or pass on saying anything at all?
If you don’t have anything nice to say…
19. Do you read reviews of your work?
I write shorts so I’m just happy when I happen to come across reviews that mention me.
20. Red wine or white wine?
Red, if there’s no vodka in the house.
Tenille Brown’s writing is featured in over fifty print anthologies including Best Women’s
Erotica, Chocolate Flava 1 and 3, Curvy Girls, Going Down, Best Bondage Erotica 2011 and 2012, Sapphic Planet, Suite Encounters, Open, Best Lesbian Erotica 2013, Only You, Sudden Sex, Smut Alfresco, and Smut for Chocoholics. She writes for Mischief Books, and has non-fiction included in The Greenwood Encyclopedia of African American Writers. The southern wife and mother blogs at http://therealtenille.com and tweets @TheRealTenille.
May 27, 2013
Yay! Free Smut!
I don't have a ton of time to blog right now. Or a ton of stuff to say that is not man/hospital/illness related. So, I'm posting some free smut today by one of my favorite people in the whole wild world--dirty or otherwise ;) Population 32 originally appeared in the Dirtyville Anthology edited by moi. The antho is gone now but a lot of the authors have agreed to let me post their stories here as free reads. Look for more in the future.
If you happen to be a former 'Villes author and would like your story to appear here, please contact me if you haven't already done so.
Happy Memorial Day, folks. Kiss a veteran and tell them thank you.
XOXO
Sommer
Population 32
Alison Tyler
There was a day, a few years back, when we all watched Sarah Miller up on a stepstool by the ugly green sign on the border of town. She was adjusting the population numbers using a strip of duct tape and a pair of sewing sheers, turning 32 to 31 with an X and a line.
That’s how easy it is to erase a lover.
We all knew that her long-time girlfriend, Mona, had left in the night, stealing a battered old suitcase and leaving behind an empty bottle of scotch. “Nobody stays for long,” Sarah complained, stepping into the bar. “After awhile, they always leave.”
What do we have to offer in our tiny hamlet? Beautiful views. A one-pump gas station—faded ‘mechanic wanted’ sign in the window—and a bar with a jukebox that only plays Zeppelin. My bar.
The bar’s where I met James. He was passing through—that’s what they do, says Sarah—they pass through. I was behind the counter, as always, leaning on my elbows and watching the turkey vultures hover out the window. New dead meat in the road.
James walked in right when the first vulture plunged, a flutter of black wings. Every head in the place turned to look as James sat at the bar. Vultures. New blood is as exciting inside as it is out.
“What can I get you?” I asked, feeling everyone watching us.
James scanned the bottles behind me. Then he scanned me. My cheeks flushed. I’d been thinking of the birds, and I hadn’t looked him full on yet. Dark hair brushed back, cool blue eyes, working man’s hands. I like hands like that, hands that can grip onto a wrench as easy as a bottle.
“Maker’s Mark,” he said, and I poured him a healthy shot.
“What do you all do in town for fun?” he asked next. I tried to smile, but I could feel the tightness in my throat. Not a lot to do at the end of the road. You can drive to hear music, 45 minutes North. Or you can go out dancing, an hour and a half South. But unless you like quiet—and by quiet, I mean quiet—our town doesn’t offer a lot.
“Depends on how you define ‘fun,’” I managed to say.
He looked me up and down again. My pussy tightened. I hadn’t had that kind of fun in awhile. Not since Mona left town.
He was on me before closing, in me as soon as the last rancher had left the bar. We did it in the hallway, his hands all over my body, his mouth on my throat. I hadn’t been with a man for months, hadn’t had sex like this since I first discovered what fucking really meant. Freedom.
* * * *
The fact that he was at the bar the next night made my heart pound. The fact that he came home with me—up the stairs to the lonely apartment over the bar—brought forth a rush of hope as powerful as the three climaxes he gave me: first me astride him, then his mouth on my cunt, and then his cock in my ass.
“People don’t stay here,” I said into my pillow afterwards. I didn’t want him to see the tears. “They move on through.”
“What do I have to do to prove I’m staying?”
I thought about it. “I’ll tell you when I know.”
* * * *
The next morning, I shared the memory of Sarah, on her stepstool with her tape and scissors. That night, he got out the duct tape, but he didn’t head for the sign. I hadn’t been bound before. James kept me right where he wanted me, and then he told me all the ways we were going to do it: “I knew when I walked into the bar that you were waiting for me,” he said. That would have sounded stuck-up if he hadn’t added the words, “Like I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Waiting how?”
“I’m not a patient man,” he admitted. “I’ve been waiting, but not like those fucking birds in the trees, out there on a branch. I’ve had my eyes open. That’s what I mean.”
He sat at my side. He stroked my hair. He let his fingers wander down my body. “I am never going to get tired of fucking you,” he said, and then he bent and began to lick my clit, tough fingers spreading open my soft lips. “I’m never going to get tired of spanking your ass, or tying you up, or making you scream.”
Ranchers don’t talk like that. Mona didn’t even talk like that, and she knew her way around a clit.
“Show me,” I said. He smiled. He used a razor blade to slice the tape. He flipped me over on the bed and told me to keep myself still this time.
“You want proof,” he said. “You want to feel inside of you that I’m giving you something to hold onto. But you have to find that in yourself. That trust.” Then he was pulling his belt out of his jeans, snapping the leather in the air, letting me know what was coming.
Ranchers don’t whip you—not even when you beg them on your knees, tears streaking your cheeks as you explain this is what you need. Mona didn’t even understand, although she tried once with a piece of rope. James punished me fiercely until I cried, and then he fucked me just as hard, his cock thrusting, his hands in my hair.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll show every night that I’m not going anywhere. I’ll show you every morning when you wake up at my side.”
The “mechanic wanted” sign came down at the gas station. But before we celebrated, James said he had something to do. He grabbed up the razor blade from the windowsill. “I’ll be right back,” he said. “I just have to change a one to a two.”
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Population 32Alison Tyler
There was a day, a few years back, when we all watched Sarah Miller up on a stepstool by the ugly green sign on the border of town. She was adjusting the population numbers using a strip of duct tape and a pair of sewing sheers, turning 32 to 31 with an X and a line.
That’s how easy it is to erase a lover.
We all knew that her long-time girlfriend, Mona, had left in the night, stealing a battered old suitcase and leaving behind an empty bottle of scotch. “Nobody stays for long,” Sarah complained, stepping into the bar. “After awhile, they always leave.”
What do we have to offer in our tiny hamlet? Beautiful views. A one-pump gas station—faded ‘mechanic wanted’ sign in the window—and a bar with a jukebox that only plays Zeppelin. My bar.
The bar’s where I met James. He was passing through—that’s what they do, says Sarah—they pass through. I was behind the counter, as always, leaning on my elbows and watching the turkey vultures hover out the window. New dead meat in the road.
James walked in right when the first vulture plunged, a flutter of black wings. Every head in the place turned to look as James sat at the bar. Vultures. New blood is as exciting inside as it is out.
“What can I get you?” I asked, feeling everyone watching us.
James scanned the bottles behind me. Then he scanned me. My cheeks flushed. I’d been thinking of the birds, and I hadn’t looked him full on yet. Dark hair brushed back, cool blue eyes, working man’s hands. I like hands like that, hands that can grip onto a wrench as easy as a bottle.
“Maker’s Mark,” he said, and I poured him a healthy shot.
“What do you all do in town for fun?” he asked next. I tried to smile, but I could feel the tightness in my throat. Not a lot to do at the end of the road. You can drive to hear music, 45 minutes North. Or you can go out dancing, an hour and a half South. But unless you like quiet—and by quiet, I mean quiet—our town doesn’t offer a lot.
“Depends on how you define ‘fun,’” I managed to say.
He looked me up and down again. My pussy tightened. I hadn’t had that kind of fun in awhile. Not since Mona left town.
He was on me before closing, in me as soon as the last rancher had left the bar. We did it in the hallway, his hands all over my body, his mouth on my throat. I hadn’t been with a man for months, hadn’t had sex like this since I first discovered what fucking really meant. Freedom.
* * * *
The fact that he was at the bar the next night made my heart pound. The fact that he came home with me—up the stairs to the lonely apartment over the bar—brought forth a rush of hope as powerful as the three climaxes he gave me: first me astride him, then his mouth on my cunt, and then his cock in my ass.
“People don’t stay here,” I said into my pillow afterwards. I didn’t want him to see the tears. “They move on through.”
“What do I have to do to prove I’m staying?”
I thought about it. “I’ll tell you when I know.”
* * * *
The next morning, I shared the memory of Sarah, on her stepstool with her tape and scissors. That night, he got out the duct tape, but he didn’t head for the sign. I hadn’t been bound before. James kept me right where he wanted me, and then he told me all the ways we were going to do it: “I knew when I walked into the bar that you were waiting for me,” he said. That would have sounded stuck-up if he hadn’t added the words, “Like I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Waiting how?”
“I’m not a patient man,” he admitted. “I’ve been waiting, but not like those fucking birds in the trees, out there on a branch. I’ve had my eyes open. That’s what I mean.”
He sat at my side. He stroked my hair. He let his fingers wander down my body. “I am never going to get tired of fucking you,” he said, and then he bent and began to lick my clit, tough fingers spreading open my soft lips. “I’m never going to get tired of spanking your ass, or tying you up, or making you scream.”
Ranchers don’t talk like that. Mona didn’t even talk like that, and she knew her way around a clit.
“Show me,” I said. He smiled. He used a razor blade to slice the tape. He flipped me over on the bed and told me to keep myself still this time.
“You want proof,” he said. “You want to feel inside of you that I’m giving you something to hold onto. But you have to find that in yourself. That trust.” Then he was pulling his belt out of his jeans, snapping the leather in the air, letting me know what was coming.
Ranchers don’t whip you—not even when you beg them on your knees, tears streaking your cheeks as you explain this is what you need. Mona didn’t even understand, although she tried once with a piece of rope. James punished me fiercely until I cried, and then he fucked me just as hard, his cock thrusting, his hands in my hair.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll show every night that I’m not going anywhere. I’ll show you every morning when you wake up at my side.”
The “mechanic wanted” sign came down at the gas station. But before we celebrated, James said he had something to do. He grabbed up the razor blade from the windowsill. “I’ll be right back,” he said. “I just have to change a one to a two.”
