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Sunday Snog: Wanderlust Forever

Again I plead my case...hey, today's extract starts with a kiss. This is a chunk from Wanderlust , possibly my favorite book ever. And Amazon has buried it. So I'm blowing the dust off Johnny Rose and Really and their tale of travel, sex and love. Don't forget you can GET it OTHER places TOO .

For more awesomeness check out the Sunday Snog on Victoria Blisse's site . You have fings to choose from ;)

XOXO
S
p.s. Please forgive formatting. Somehow it got jacked up transferring it from point A to point B and I lost my patience after about ten minutes. I did my best!

From Wanderlust by Sommer Marsden



There was no headboard. Odd, but true. He tugged me to the open closet. “Put your arms up, sweetheart,” he whispered in my ear and I did. He'd stripped me bare and I stood there in nothing but my earrings. Johnny tied my arms to the metal rod in the barren space. He leaned in and kissed me almost chastely. Then he said, “Be right back. I‟m going to take a shower.” “I…what?” I blinked at him, feeling slow and stupid. Was he fucking serious? “I‟m going to take a shower. And then I‟ll be back.” He said. He wasn‟t smiling, but fuck me hard, his eyes were. “You‟re going to leave me here?” “Think of it as meditation.” “Are you insane?” He shrugged, his big shoulders moving casually. “Maybe.” “Don‟t‟ leave me here,” I said. I was going to cry. Which was completely fucking asinine. He wasn‟t leaving the state, just the room, but still…Invisible cracks of black fear and red anger opened all over me. My skin stung with the force of my emotion. “I‟ll be back.” “Johnny—“ “Aurelia,” he said sternly and leveled a finger at me. I shut up. Will wonders never cease. I shut up, but my vision had already doubled and then trebled with tears by the time he was out of my line of sight. I waited until the water cut on to let the sob rip loose of me. It came barreling from me like some invisible creature. I shivered, hanging there, crying, my hair in my face, feeling like a fool. A wet-between-the-legs for him idiot. One who would be waiting right here for him when he came back. 39 And come back he did. Naked, rubbing his head stubble with yet another cheap white towel. His cock was hard, jutting out from a thatch of dark pubic hair. Small beads of water remained on his skin and I envied them. I wanted to lick them off of him or feel them destroyed between us when he pressed his body to mine. “See what it did to me knowing you were hanging out here waiting for me.” He moved in close, his erection pressing to my hip as he traced the silk tie that bound me to the metal bar. “How do you feel?” “Scared.” “Why?” “Because you left me out here.” “But I was right there.” “I know.” “Why were you scared?” Now I felt angry. What the fuck was this. Bondage psychotherapy? I shook my head, felt my lips press together and my eyes narrow. I had not been in a good mood since Fallon and now I was pissed. “Why, Really?” He prodded. “I don‟t know.” He turned me. I didn‟t have much choice but to go, tied up to that eye-level clothing rod. I turned and he delivered one hard smack to my ass. The sound was deafening in the silent room. We hadn‟t even flipped the TV on. I was determined not to make a sound. “Why?” “I don‟t know,” I lied. Smack, smack, smack. Heat bloomed in my skin and in my pussy. My body revved up and readied itself for him, recalling the car. The punishment he‟d delivered. And the pleasure. “I think you do.” He pressed his mouth to my ear, his stubble biting the back of my neck. His arm snaked around my waist as he pulled me back to him. My back pressed to his chest, his belly, his hard cock. My eyes slammed shut, my mouth went dry. God, I wanted him. “I don‟t know,” I sighed. It was nothing more than a puff of air. Barely a sound. Four more smacks and I could feel the redness, feel my pulse beating in my skin. “All you have to do is tell me.” My cunt grew tight, urging me to tell the truth. I bit my tongue, remembered the greedy look of the girl in the lobby. She wanted him. Wanted what I felt should be mine, even though the object of my coveting had made it clear he was a free agent. Didn‟t do monogamy well, he‟d said. That‟s what made it so hard to admit to him. “Tell me.” “You make me feel—“ I bit my tongue. Shook my he had. My hair hung in my face and I hid behind it willingly. “Come on, Really, talk to daddy.” An ugly laugh burst out of me. “Daddy is the last name you want to invoke,” I growled. “Tell daddy what‟s the matter.” He was baiting me. “Fuck off.” I got five for that one. And they were hard. Strung together like surges of heat lightning during a late summer storm. My body thrummed, my eyes prickled with tears. “Why did you get upset?” “Because you make me feel safe, you ass!” I roared. And he laughed. There was that laugh again. But his thick finger delved into my pussy from behind. I was so hot and tight and swollen that one measly finger caused me to moan. Caused my body to clutch up around him. “Was that so hard?” “Yes,” I said and that was the truth. “How do you feel?” “Pissed.” He added a second finger. “How would you feel if your father was looking for you?” “Pissed,” I breathed. Another finger joined the fray and he was thrusting, curling, pounding into me with those fingers. Invading my body with his hand and my soul with his questions. “How do you feel that he‟s not looking for you?” “Pissed,” I sobbed. “Do you detect a theme, Really?” I nodded. Exhausted by this stupid exercise in Aurelia Blake. Johnny held my hips and tilted them toward him. He stepped right up behind me, kicking my ankles apart a bit. I tilted my ass up for him. I hung there limply, letting the weight of my body hurt my shoulder sockets and not caring. He slid into me with a groan. A man sinking into a hot bath, a comfortable chair…a willing woman. He started to move, both thrusting to me and pulling me to him. He filled me utterly, his lips pressed to the back of my neck as he fucked me. I made nonsense sounds. I shook my head and tried to hold on but he read me well and reached around me, stroking my clit. I gave up my orgasm easily. It slipped out of me as fluidly as my breath. It didn't take much longer for him. Johnny came with a single grunt and a single word. “Really.”

I wish...

This sign was true! As it stands, I am not fishing, but wanted to put something up to let people know I am blogging sporadically but will be back soonish.

Tuesday, May 21, the man was admitted to the hospital. He is better than he was that day but not enough to be sent home. So...I am out. A lot. And my schedule is all wonky. So, if you're used to my regular babble here, it will be off for a bit. And if you're looking for emails from me, they might be late.

However, I am running my stressed-out mouth constantly on Twitter and FB, from the hospital usually, so if you follow me on there, you're in for a real (insane) treat. ;)

Happy Friday, all. Have a lovely weekend. And to all of you chatting with me on Twitter and Facebook during this horribly frantic and lunatic time in my life...thank you. Big fat kisses to you. And hugs too. Because the people who have let me vent and been offering support and kind words through all this have been such a blessing I'd be hard pressed to even put words to how grateful I am.

XOXO
Sommer
photo credit: Sifter via photopin cc

20 Questions With Willsin Rowe: "The jury’s still out on whether it was the cartoon boobies or the references to seminal fluid that tipped the thing over into bannable territory."

After a particularly grueling day yesterday (see my Twitter feeds and FB feeds if interested), I am so happy to post something fun. And one of my favorite mates, too! See how I used mates? I am very proud of that. Anyway, not just a mate but my super secret weapon aka my cover artist for any of my self publishes stuff. And Excessica stuff too!

And away we go with Willsin Rowe. Mostly because I'm so tired today I an incapable of being clevererererer than what's above ;)

XOXO
Sommer



1.       Favorite YA book? The only one I’ve read lately is The Hunger Games. And it pretty much rocked.2.       It’s a meatless meal night. You eat…Spanish potato and onion omelette...followed by home made custard pie!3.       Football or baseball? Football...but not the American kind, if possible. I don’t unnerstan’ it at all...4.       Look at your bookshelf. Top shelf, left to right, what are the first five books you see? No cheating! “Big Country: A Certain Chemistry”, “Warwick Castle”, “The History of Sexuality - Volume 1”, “A Friend Like Henry” and “Scottish Clans - A Pitkin Guide”.5.       Average night. Eat in, eat out, or takeout? Eat in.6.       Favorite meal to cook? Lamb roast. (Part B: Least favorite meal to wash up from? Lamb roast.)7.       Favorite TV show when you were a kid? Warner Brothers Cartoons. The new ones are quite smart and sassy at times, but the originals are still the best. (I woulda also said The Banana Splits, but Alison Tylerbeat me. And I loved it!)8.       Favorite TV show now? “Rake”. It’s an Aussie show with some of the best TV writing I’ve ever seen/heard.9.       Best teacher you ever had…Mrs. Gillett in Year 6.10.   What did they teach you? Acceptance of quirks (mainly mine), and she started me on the path of embracing creativity.11.   Tell us something you did as a kid that no one/very few people know about. At the age of four I used to climb onto the roof of our house. Which was on a hill. The front was one storey, but the back was 2 storey. I favoured the back. For some reason my mother used to freak out about it...12.   Tell us something you did this year that no one/very few people know about. I made a smutty trailer for Virginia Wade’s “Cum For Bigfoot” series. Not so “out there” I realise, but it was the first time Youtube banned one of my videos! Yay me! The jury’s still out on whether it was the cartoon boobies or the references to seminal fluid that tipped the thing over into bannable territory.13.   What one clothing item can you not live without? My blue velvet jacket (a-la Austin Powers).14.   Zombies, vampires or werewolves? Werewolves. Every. Single. Time.15.   Anything you haven’t written about that you desperately want to? Werewolves!16.   Anything you’ve written about that you desperately wish you hadn’t? Not desperately, no...though there was that Valentine's Day card to a girl in Year 10 at school that was pretty damn awful...17.   Do you finish a book that is terrible or put it down? Put it down. I barely make adequate time to read good or excellent books at the moment. No way I’m going to waste my reading time on something that doesn’t get my juices flowing.18.   Do you review terrible books or pass on saying anything at all? I pass. Similar to reading, I don’t get to write reviews for all the books I love.19.   Do you read reviews of your work? I do. It’s still quite a novel experience for me to find a review of my work, so I jump straight on board that bucking bronco.20.    Red wine or white wine? Red. There’s something so much more relaxing about it for me.

Willsin Rowe falls in love with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy more easily than with physical beauty. When confronted by any combination of those elements he is a lost cause. He has done many things over and over, done even more things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit. He loves to sing and doesn’t let his voice get in the way. He is intelligent but not sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or stylish enough to be cool.
Blog: http://willsinrowe.blogspot.comFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/willsin.rowe
Book link: http://www.amazon.com/The-Dark-Collage-Series-ebook/dp/B00B5UU73O/

Everything's coming up freebie...

If you go down one post you'll see Coupling Two is currently free on Amazon. (Still is but you're running out of time! Hurry! Run!). And then word came in today that my publisher Xcite has The Greed Jar , a m/m/f short of mine, free on iTunes . So if you have iThings of any kind you can shoot over HERE and grab one on us for free

With all the free stuff, might I say, if you feel inclined to spend a whopping 99 cents--if that money is burning a hole in your pocket--my new novella Inventing Herself is out.
It's not free but it's worth your buck! I promise ;)

Happy Monday, y'all. Have an arousing day.

XOXO
Sommer

"You'll thank me later..."

...to quote Mr. Monk. Why will you thank me? Why, that's easy. It's because my anthology Coupling Two , featuring stories from myself, Alison Tyler, Selena Kitt and Willsin Rowe, is entirely FREE on Amazon right now.

If you were looking for something naughty and nice, salty but sweet, spicy but refreshing for your ereader...here it is. Grab your copy and enjoy your weekend!

XOXO
Sommer

20 Questions With Tasha Harrison: "...writers drink a lot. I mean, A LOT!"

Today's 20 Questions are with Tasha Harrison who is one of my favorite people to hang with on Twitter. She runs (like for real, not what I do), writes dirty words and loves my boys the Ravens. So um...she's pretty much perfect, yes?

Happy hump day!

XOXO
Sommer
Note: Game of Thrones was not back on air at the time these questions were sent :) 

1.       Favorite YA book?
I don't read a lot of YA but, my favorite recent read is the HUNGER GAMES TRILOGY

2.       It’s a meatless meal night. You eat…
Probably a stir-fry or a salad of some kind. My favorite right now is a meatless taco style quinoa salad with black beans, corn, tomatoes, avocado, red onion, garlic and cilantro.

3.       Football or baseball?
Football. Definitely Football. GO RAVENS!! Super Bowl Champs!!

4.       Look at your bookshelf. Top shelf, left to right, what are the first five books you see? No cheating!
The Complete Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe
The Talisman, Stephen King and Peter Straub
Black House, Stephen King and Peter Straub
Madonna's Sex Book
Grimms Complete Fairy Tales

5.       Average night. Eat in, eat out, or takeout?
Eat in. I'm on this 'clean eating' kick.

6.       Favorite meal to cook?
I really like to grill so anything I can throw on the grill works for me. Grilled salmon and corn are some of eats that repeat from weekly. Oh and chicken wings. I have a weakness for chicken wings. (YUM)

7.       Favorite TV show when you were a kid?
The Cosby Show, hands down.

8.       Favorite TV show now?
It's hard to say because it changes from season to season but, if I'm considering what shows I'm watching right now, I'd say Scandal and Shameless as a close second. Of course, that is only until Game of Thrones comes back on.

9.       Best teacher you ever had…
Mrs. Burrows, grade four. My only black teacher if you can believe it.

10.   What did they teach you?
She wasn't the nicest but, she was very encouraging and was probably the first to discover that I had a talent for telling stories.

11.   Tell us something you did as a kid that no one/very few people know about.
I was an Air Force Brat and we were stationed in Germany for three years. We didn't live on post but, instead rented an apartment off post in a little town called Haupstuhl. It was essentially a tiny farm town. Three doors up there was a farm that my friend Stacy and I spent hours exploring. One day we stumbled on some goose eggs. Of course, instead of leaving them be we decided that we would steal the eggs and hatch them ourselves! So in the backyard we collected these eggs. Made a warm little nest for them. And in a few weeks all them mysteriously disappeared but no little goslings. :-( So we stole more, vowing to watch them more closely. Again they hatched, leaving behind the shells and no baby goslings. :-( I'm not sure how many times we repeated this exercise before we finally gave up but, the people who lived next door magically had a few geese the following summer.

12.   Tell us something you did this year that no one/very few people know about.
I went to my first writer's retreat! It was fun and also...writers drink a lot. I mean, A LOT!

13.   What one clothing item can you not live without?
running shoes

14.   Zombies, vampires or werewolves?
Zombies

15.   Anything you haven’t written about that you desperately want to?
I've had this paranormal story nesting on my hard drive and in the back of my mind for at least six years now. Every now and then I open it and write a little bit but, I'm not exactly sure what keeps me from really getting down to business with it.

16.   Anything you’ve written about that you desperately wish you hadn’t?
Fisting. It's not that I wish I never wrote it but, I wish it didn't make me feel nervous that people will read it. :-/

17.   Do you finish a book that is terrible or put it down?
I was once a person who finished every book I started but now I realize I have precious little time to waste on books that I don't love.

18.   Do you review terrible books or pass on saying anything at all?
Most of the time I pass. Unless it's really horribly bad. Like so bad that it would cause me great discomfort to hold my tongue.

19.   Do you read reviews of your work?
Yes, but I only take them with a grain of salt. Not everyone is going to like what I write.

20.   Red wine or white wine?
Vodka.


Tasha L. Harrison is an erotic romance author living in the southern United States with her impish husband, two smallish men and one smallish boxer pup. She writes urban/contemporary erotica and romance. Learn more about her and her dirty scribblings at www.dirtyscribbler.com

So I left the house yesterday...

You're shocked! I know ;) Here are some shots from my field trip. The structure shown is where my current novel is set. I haven't been there since I was a kid. When I was young I was there almost every week. I was amazed by how many of the details I've written in the book have been accurate. Way more accurate than expected. It was both cool and nostalgic...and of course I took my mother with me.

That last shot is taken three stories up and I sort of stood back and held my phone over. A) I am afraid of heights and B) that wrought iron rail only hits me at hip level. Eek!

I also wanted to share a lovely 5 star review for Restless Spirit from Love Honey today. It made me super happy when I read it :) Especially this bit:

"Reading on, I was delighted to find the story both thoughtful and believable while still erotically charged and filled with steamy encounters. With a main character that feels more realistic than many found in erotica, I even found myself as captivated by her as the male characters"

And a 3.5 heart review for Ferryman on Hearts on Fire Reviews. I love that the reviewer chose a favorite line from the book. :) Which was:

‘Was that some kind of wooing ritual? And why me?’


And while I'm here...I'm in two new books! One is out and one is coming.

Out now is Coming Together with Curves. A Coming Together anthology to benefit Parkinsons UK. Edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse, it features my story Lush Buns along with a slew of wonderfully, curvy hot stories. Can you say yay? Yes, you can! You can also snag a copy for a very good cause ;)

And the coming soon news is for Alison Tyler's upcoming Shhh! Don't Tell Anyone... Erotic Fantasies about Sexy Occupations.

No cover yet but here's the TOC. Woohoo! I am kicking off this titillating tome. :)

Introduction: The “Want” AdsConstruction Worker: Grimy by Sommer MarsdenCowboy: Bonanzed by Kate PearceProfessor: O for Effort by Delilah NightChauffeur: Driver’s Seat by Sophia ValentiMeteorologist: Warm Front by Heidi ChampaPhysician: Doctors Orders by Sasha WhiteDelivery Boy: Just A Little Tenderness by A.M. HartnettPool Girl: California Dreamin’ by Andrea DaleBook Binder: Rule of Thumb by Laila BlakeBaker: Kneading Lessons by Tilly HunterPersonal Trainer: Work It Out by Elisa SharoneStage Manager:  SM Or How I Met My Girlfriend by Giselle RenardeIT guy: Talk Nerdy to Me by Crystal JordanPorn Star: Current Photo, Please by Devin PhillipsMechanic: Body Work by Cora Zane Museum Curator: Under Her Auspices by Jeremy EdwardsTreat Vendor: Ice Cream Boy and Sprinkle Girl by Kathryn O'HalloranBarber: Close Shave by Alison Tyler
And that's all the news and fun stuff for today. Come back tomorrow. It's hump day and you know what that means...20 Questions!

XOXO
Sommer

Living More Than One Life

I'm guest blogging today on You Gotta Read about being a writer. Which is basically the ability to live more than one life. Thank goodness for that because some days I feel like a class A hermit! :)

In my real life today I went on a field trip with my mom down memory lane. We went down to parts of Baltimore where I grew up. We revisited a place that I'm using as the basis for the setting in my current book. I was amazed at how much of my details were accurate! And how much smaller the place was in comparison to what was in my mind.

I have a few pics that I'll post tomorrow. I felt today's blog pic fit with my little out and about as well as with my guest blog. Plus it's damn pretty! Photo creds down below

XOXO
Sommer

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Happy Mother's Day...

from Me and Norman. Yeah...I'm sort of sick, aren't I?



Have a good one! Big bear hugs and wet sloppy kisses! And maybe a nice relaxing shower...

XOXO
Sommer

Got on my pimp hat and my pimp cane...

Actually, I'm more like the pimp girl on Hung. The one who came "too much". I can't remember her name because my brain went phttpht! But you know who I mean. Just slapping up a little promo for my beloved and yet lost in the algorithms from hell anthology Coupling 2. It features four writers nifty erotic authors and their take on coupling. As you can see from my poster...I should stick with writing. But hell, it's not too bad ;)

XOXO
Sommer

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