Sommer Marsden's Blog, page 53
January 19, 2013
I'm puttering...
about today. We're having brunch here tomorrow so I've made a blueberry upside down cake and homemade Gluten Free Onion Bagels. There's cleaning and goofing off and me dancing to 80s music on Pandora as I scootch across the freshly mopped hardwood floor on a towel. It's all happening ovah heah... ;)But on top of it all, in the back of my mind, I'm dealing with some bits of ideas that seemed to have burst out of the ether and swarmed my brain. I swear they grow out of nowhere. And I love it.
Happy Saturday!
XOXO
Sommer
photo credit: R. J. Malfalfa via photopin cc
January 18, 2013
Seeing Double...
Boy did I luck out with this photo given my main character in
Under My Skin
is a twin (she's Juliet to her sister Minnie's Minuet (but don't call her that) ANDDDDDD I'm in not one but two places today. So, two-two-two places at once (if you remember the Doublemint commercials, you'll get that little segue).There's a guest blog about writing the ghosts up on the blog of Tamsin Flowers AND a guest blog on multiple ghosts at Kiki Howell's Authors by Authors blog .
Woohoo!
Visit me in both places, but don't be afraid, you're not seeing double. I'm just flitting all over town today! :)
XOXO
Sommer
photo credit: Navy Blue Stripes via photopin cc
January 17, 2013
"He bent to kiss the middle of my back. The feel of his mouth on me lovely. Cherished."
Oh my Gooooooooooooooood! I am so flipping happy. I started a novella about a week to ten days ago (I think, I swear I have no concept of time anymore. I constantly have to ask people OITW (that means Out in the World as in...where I rarely am) what day it is.Anyway, this book has been more intense, more emotional, more humbling than I ever expected it to be. I have had a love/hate relationship with every moment of writing it. I love it. I hope when people read it, they love it too. If they're used to my happy/funny/goofy stuff, they might be startled. It's a bit more melancholy than the norm. If you've read my book My Ending or Base Nature then you'll be fine (heh).
Anyway, my job is just to write them. What happens when they hit the world is really none of my business. People are going to read it (Well, gosh, I hope they will) and they will feel about it the way they will feel about it and I'll just be over here being humbled that they took the time to read it.
Now back to my woohoo, happy dancing celebration that this book is done. And yes, that's a snippet from the book as my blog title. I'll share more news when I know what publisher will end up being its home. Fingers crossed :D
XOXO
Sommer
*photo credit: NimahelPhotoArt via photopin cc
January 16, 2013
"It's always in the attic, isn't it?"
I'm over at Ashely Lister's site again today with an exclusive excerpt from Under My Skin . You'll see me hopping all over the place for this book in the coming weeks. Very excited! And as always, thanks to all the folks who opened their blogs to me :)
XOXO
Sommer
January 15, 2013
"Another first for me by Sommer Marsden..."
An awesome four heart review of Lion Hearted is up at Romance Book Junkies. Reviewer Ava is a voracious reader and a treasure to the erotica community. If I read the way she does, I'd never do anything else! And yet, she is a busy bee and does all kinds of other stuff too. I think she might be magical. I'm not sure, but her review sure is magical...at least to me! ;)
Another first for me by Sommer Marsden (yes, I’ve had many first experiences with her works) and loved each and every one of them! This one is no different. The way it is a first for me is because it’s my first M/M paranormal read, ever! Oh my what a read it is! Hot, sweaty, sexy, exciting, thrilling and emotional all in one. A definite MUST read for those that enjoy M/M paranormal erotic romance.
See the whole shebang HERE .
XOXO S
January 14, 2013
How to Write Erotica...
There's no one way. We all do it differently. But when Ashley Lister asked me for my 5 tips, I was happy to share. How can you say no to Ashley? Answer: You can't!
After you check out my very hard (not) writing tips, make sure you check out his super awesome (true) book How to Write Erotic Fiction and Sex Scenes:
After you check out my very hard (not) writing tips, make sure you check out his super awesome (true) book How to Write Erotic Fiction and Sex Scenes:
January 12, 2013
January 11, 2013
Friday Guest Post: Kristal Baird
Fellow Xcite author Kristal Baird is giving us a peek at her new book PI Honeytrap. A tasty way to kick off the weekend, yes?
XOXO
Sommer
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Hi Sommer, I’m thrilled to be welcomed over to your fantastic blog today. I’m delighted to share the news of my hot new release PI HONEYTRAP with you and all your great visitors.
Hayley examines the dark secrets of men’s hearts, but doesn’t look too closely at her own.
But first of all, here’s a little bit about me - Kristal Baird:
I write sexy romance. I laugh a lot. I sometimes do both at the same time!
I’ve had an eclectic mix of jobs which include working for a vet and an orthopaedic surgeon (and I never got mixed up once!). I’ve driven a four ton truck for a touring theatre company and worked as an au pair for a French alpine ski-ing instructor…(I’m making that one a new novel so look out for it). I taught English to adults in Italy (and only got that job because I was the only applicant who also spoke French, as the French School Principle spoke no English – and you think you’re confused!)I’ve lived in several different countries as far apart as Australia and Scotland and tend to make myself right at home. I even adopt the local slang and have kept twinges of several accents to this day. I get most of my exercise letting dogs out and cats in and catering to their every whim. I’m a soft touch, like that. One day I’m going to walk El Camino de Santiago in one go. And get on the Times Best Seller List – wonder which I’ll do first?I also wrote PA Exposé, another full-length sexy romance.****Now here’s a peek at my latest release: P I HONEYTRAP
BlurbHayley doesn’t trust men. She thinks most of them are only good for one thing. And she gets plenty of that honey-trapping cheating husbands or satisfying her own needs with local gym owner, Reuben.
And woe-betide him if he even tries to get emotionally close to her. Because tough girl Hayley is running. From her past. From herself.
Will Reuben ever understand this girl? Will Hayley ever accept exactly who she is and what she needs from a man? Will she learn to trust again?
Excerpt[Hayley is interviewing a potential client, but she's daydreaming about last night...]
‘Go on.’ Hayley settled back in her chair. She could listen and drift away at the same time.
She drifted straight back to the gym where she’d retreated late last night, to pound a little tension out of her body. Her private arrangement with the owner allowed her to use the place long after his other customers had gone home …
‘Still running, Hayley?’
Hayley knew that Reuben had been standing behind her in the doorway between his office and the main gym hall watching her for some time. She was observant about things like that. And about his choice of words. Perhaps it was time to cancel the arrangement?
‘Still running, Reuben. Are you wanting to lock up or something?’ She kept pounding the treadmill. The angle was at full elevation and it was hard work to keep going at that speed. She didn’t want to break her stride.
‘I did that an hour since. It’s just you and me.’
She knew that tone. He moved closer but the stare was the same. It meant only one thing, and Hayley didn’t mind how she pounded the tension out of her tonight. Particularly with Reuben.
‘I’m kind of busy right now.’ Hayley liked to tease him; to keep things light between them.
He walked over to her machine. ‘Then let me help you with your workload.’ Reuben punched the controls and the incline began to slowly reduce.
Hayley adjusted her body’s forward drive and stared at him as he started to ease the pace she was running too. She’d been on the machine for nearly an hour. That was the reason she suddenly noticed her pulse rate was so high, her heart pounding. The only reason. Sweat dripped off her skin, which glowed with heat. Even between her thighs.
‘I’m a bit of a mess,’ she claimed. She was jogging steadily now, coming down gradually from her peak.
‘I like my women hot, sweaty, and out of breath.’ The tight lift at one side of his mouth told Hayley he liked his own jokes and he was hot too. For her.
She checked out the bulge in his sweats and cocked an eyebrow. Ready to rumble. ‘You’re a lucky guy, then. You’ve got a machine that does most of the work for you, getting them in that condition.’
‘Look around you. I’ve got quite a few.’ Reuben’s eyes were fixed solidly on hers. ‘Machines. Not women.’
Hayley didn’t need to look around to know what was there. Since she’d opened her private investigation office two doors down from Reuben’s Gym, she’d worked out on most of the equipment – with and without Reuben. With was a different kind of workout. And, whatever he said, there were women too. She’d seen their eyes follow Reuben about. But she wasn’t intending to make that her business. This was strictly casual.
‘Machinery? Kind of makes your job a bit too easy. What’s left for you to do?’ Hayley was off the machine and twisting the top off the bottle of water that Reuben had handed her. She tipped her head back and downed the lot in one go, needing the rehydration if she was to keep working out. Making out. And she’d already made up her mind that, tonight, she would be.
Hayley wondered if she liked coming here more for the machine workout or for the other kind of exercise she got at Reuben’s place, and if Reuben wondered too.He stepped in closer. His body was all muscle. He didn’t just own a gym, he used it on a regular basis. In her line of work, Hayley really appreciated a fit guy. She honeytrapped plenty for her clients, and most were creeps. But Reuben wasn’t work. He was all playtime.
‘I step in for the rub-down.’ He took the empty bottle from her and flipped it across to the bin.
‘Good shot.’
Reuben’s grin told her he wanted to show her another kind of slam dunk. ‘My talents are many.’
They sure were. God, he looked sexy when he smiled. Hot body with all the defined tendons and sinews of an athlete. Great features. The complete package. It was Hayley’s turn for her mouth to twist up into a smile of appreciation. Looking sexy in a white vest and sweatpants was only the start of Reuben’s endowments.
He placed his hands on her forearms and ran them up to her shoulders. She was hot before, but now she began the slow rise to combustion as his firm fingers kneaded the tight muscles at her shoulders and ran up the length of her neck into her hairline.
Hayley reached back and pulled out the elastic that was holding her dark hair back into a tight ponytail. Reuben pushed his fingers through its length, curving around the shape of her skull beneath. She moaned softly.
‘You like that?’
She nodded, eyes half closed.
‘I can do better,’ he promised. He gathered the fabric at the hem of her T-shirt, having given her the expression that she recognised as asking her consent, and peeled it off her damp body. She let him.
The air-conditioning hit her hot, sticky skin and sent shivers dancing across it. Reuben grasped her wrist and towed her behind him towards the massage room. There was an urgency about his movements that told her he’d waited long enough; that he wanted to get her to a place where she would let him fuck her as soon as possible. The guy was hurting.
That’s why she came back to Reuben’s. He worked hard to turn things his way, but it was always her choice in the end. With the hard, muscular size of him, no matter how fit she was he could have her pinned beneath him in seconds flat. But she always knew a simple no would end matters there and then. The guy had self-control.
Unlike some of the jerks she worked with. She’d been involved in some pretty nasty encounters to get the evidence her clients needed. To prove their husbands and boyfriends were cheating, lying scum who would chase any pretty woman who looked their way, irrespective of the fact they were supposedly committed.
She could feel her tension mounting again. Reuben could probably feel it too. He threw a warm, fluffy towel on the massage bench and pressed Hayley face down towards it. She twisted her hair again into a loose knot and fixed it on top of her head.
‘I’m going to unhook your sports bra, Hayley. Is that OK?’
‘Mmm.’ It was only the beginning. The tingle in her nipples told her that tonight she was going all the way. But it wouldn’t hurt to let him wonder.
Reuben unclipped the garment with a practised hand that made Hayley smile. They had an understanding. No ties. Just a little R and R whenever they wanted it; needed it. She liked it that way.
She liked what Reuben was doing to her now too. Her nose told her he had poured warm coconut oil into the palms of his hands, which he slicked across the entire surface of her back. He started palm-circling in small movements, slowly up to her neck on one side of her spine and down to the top of her sweatpants. She could feel the tightness in her muscles soften as he worked.
Time disappeared. Perhaps she drifted off to sleep beneath Reuben’s expert hands as he went through his magic routine; lifting, knuckling, twisting. It was those sexy little thumb strokes that eventually brought her back to consciousness.
Or his gravelly voice.
‘I want to give you a full-body massage, Hayley.’ The gruff tone told her the massage was doing as much for him as it was for her. God, she liked this guy.
He was asking her permission again, to take it up a notch. No point pretending. ‘I want that too.’
They both knew he had been given approval for more than just a rubdown.
Reuben’s fingertips hooked in her waistband and he tugged her sweatpants down over her hips. She heard him moan softly as she raised her hips off the bench to accommodate him. She smiled at the silence as he discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. What was the point under sweatpants? At the gym. With Reuben.
A little more oil swirled between his hands and Reuben’s strong fingers flowed from the arch of her spine, over the rise of her lower back to the firm mounds of her buttocks and down her thighs, not stopping until they reached her lower calves. Without ceasing, they returned on their journey to her bottom again.
Her legs felt long, strong, and lean under his actions. Reuben always made her feel good about herself. So good. She parted her legs minutely.
His fingers hooked softly beneath her hip bone and he alternately pulled and pushed the heel of his hand across the muscle of her buttock, working the tight flesh loose and warm. He walked around to the other side, drawing his hand across her body, keeping contact as he went, and repeated the firm movements on the other side.
Despite the relaxing slide of his hand across her oily flesh, Hayley sensed a moment when the contact between them changed. She grew taut and tense. She felt Reuben harden too, somehow. This was it. His hand lay over the cleft of her bottom. His oily fingers dipping lower and lower between her legs. She relaxed them further apart to ease his way.
****Thank you for reading. I really hope you enjoyed it. It’s a full-length novel, so there’s plenty more PI HONEYTRAP …
BUY LINKS:http://www.amazon.co.uk/P-I-Honeytrap-ebook/dp/B00AY0XH1A/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1357769259&sr=1-1
http://www.amazon.com/P-I-Honeytrap-ebook/dp/B00AY0XH1A/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1357769341&sr=8-1&keywords=PI+Honeytrap
http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/P-I-Honeytrap/book-B1cRD48P202mLWLBlwHRmA/page1.html?s=E0rT110LV0Kq3hzAUNOuXA&r=1http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk/Book/8733/P-I-Honeytrap.html#Author contact details: @kristalbaird http://kristalbaird.blogspot.co.uk/https://twitter.com/kristalbaird https://www.facebook.com/KristalBairdAuthorhttp://www.goodreads.com/goodreadscomuser_kristalbairdThank you for having me, Sommer. I hope you’ll come and visit me soon, too. And bring all your lovely friends!
XOXO
Sommer
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Hi Sommer, I’m thrilled to be welcomed over to your fantastic blog today. I’m delighted to share the news of my hot new release PI HONEYTRAP with you and all your great visitors.
Hayley examines the dark secrets of men’s hearts, but doesn’t look too closely at her own.
But first of all, here’s a little bit about me - Kristal Baird:
I write sexy romance. I laugh a lot. I sometimes do both at the same time!
I’ve had an eclectic mix of jobs which include working for a vet and an orthopaedic surgeon (and I never got mixed up once!). I’ve driven a four ton truck for a touring theatre company and worked as an au pair for a French alpine ski-ing instructor…(I’m making that one a new novel so look out for it). I taught English to adults in Italy (and only got that job because I was the only applicant who also spoke French, as the French School Principle spoke no English – and you think you’re confused!)I’ve lived in several different countries as far apart as Australia and Scotland and tend to make myself right at home. I even adopt the local slang and have kept twinges of several accents to this day. I get most of my exercise letting dogs out and cats in and catering to their every whim. I’m a soft touch, like that. One day I’m going to walk El Camino de Santiago in one go. And get on the Times Best Seller List – wonder which I’ll do first?I also wrote PA Exposé, another full-length sexy romance.****Now here’s a peek at my latest release: P I HONEYTRAP
BlurbHayley doesn’t trust men. She thinks most of them are only good for one thing. And she gets plenty of that honey-trapping cheating husbands or satisfying her own needs with local gym owner, Reuben.
And woe-betide him if he even tries to get emotionally close to her. Because tough girl Hayley is running. From her past. From herself.
Will Reuben ever understand this girl? Will Hayley ever accept exactly who she is and what she needs from a man? Will she learn to trust again?
Excerpt[Hayley is interviewing a potential client, but she's daydreaming about last night...]
‘Go on.’ Hayley settled back in her chair. She could listen and drift away at the same time.
She drifted straight back to the gym where she’d retreated late last night, to pound a little tension out of her body. Her private arrangement with the owner allowed her to use the place long after his other customers had gone home …
‘Still running, Hayley?’
Hayley knew that Reuben had been standing behind her in the doorway between his office and the main gym hall watching her for some time. She was observant about things like that. And about his choice of words. Perhaps it was time to cancel the arrangement?
‘Still running, Reuben. Are you wanting to lock up or something?’ She kept pounding the treadmill. The angle was at full elevation and it was hard work to keep going at that speed. She didn’t want to break her stride.
‘I did that an hour since. It’s just you and me.’
She knew that tone. He moved closer but the stare was the same. It meant only one thing, and Hayley didn’t mind how she pounded the tension out of her tonight. Particularly with Reuben.
‘I’m kind of busy right now.’ Hayley liked to tease him; to keep things light between them.
He walked over to her machine. ‘Then let me help you with your workload.’ Reuben punched the controls and the incline began to slowly reduce.
Hayley adjusted her body’s forward drive and stared at him as he started to ease the pace she was running too. She’d been on the machine for nearly an hour. That was the reason she suddenly noticed her pulse rate was so high, her heart pounding. The only reason. Sweat dripped off her skin, which glowed with heat. Even between her thighs.
‘I’m a bit of a mess,’ she claimed. She was jogging steadily now, coming down gradually from her peak.
‘I like my women hot, sweaty, and out of breath.’ The tight lift at one side of his mouth told Hayley he liked his own jokes and he was hot too. For her.
She checked out the bulge in his sweats and cocked an eyebrow. Ready to rumble. ‘You’re a lucky guy, then. You’ve got a machine that does most of the work for you, getting them in that condition.’
‘Look around you. I’ve got quite a few.’ Reuben’s eyes were fixed solidly on hers. ‘Machines. Not women.’
Hayley didn’t need to look around to know what was there. Since she’d opened her private investigation office two doors down from Reuben’s Gym, she’d worked out on most of the equipment – with and without Reuben. With was a different kind of workout. And, whatever he said, there were women too. She’d seen their eyes follow Reuben about. But she wasn’t intending to make that her business. This was strictly casual.
‘Machinery? Kind of makes your job a bit too easy. What’s left for you to do?’ Hayley was off the machine and twisting the top off the bottle of water that Reuben had handed her. She tipped her head back and downed the lot in one go, needing the rehydration if she was to keep working out. Making out. And she’d already made up her mind that, tonight, she would be.
Hayley wondered if she liked coming here more for the machine workout or for the other kind of exercise she got at Reuben’s place, and if Reuben wondered too.He stepped in closer. His body was all muscle. He didn’t just own a gym, he used it on a regular basis. In her line of work, Hayley really appreciated a fit guy. She honeytrapped plenty for her clients, and most were creeps. But Reuben wasn’t work. He was all playtime.
‘I step in for the rub-down.’ He took the empty bottle from her and flipped it across to the bin.
‘Good shot.’
Reuben’s grin told her he wanted to show her another kind of slam dunk. ‘My talents are many.’
They sure were. God, he looked sexy when he smiled. Hot body with all the defined tendons and sinews of an athlete. Great features. The complete package. It was Hayley’s turn for her mouth to twist up into a smile of appreciation. Looking sexy in a white vest and sweatpants was only the start of Reuben’s endowments.
He placed his hands on her forearms and ran them up to her shoulders. She was hot before, but now she began the slow rise to combustion as his firm fingers kneaded the tight muscles at her shoulders and ran up the length of her neck into her hairline.
Hayley reached back and pulled out the elastic that was holding her dark hair back into a tight ponytail. Reuben pushed his fingers through its length, curving around the shape of her skull beneath. She moaned softly.
‘You like that?’
She nodded, eyes half closed.
‘I can do better,’ he promised. He gathered the fabric at the hem of her T-shirt, having given her the expression that she recognised as asking her consent, and peeled it off her damp body. She let him.
The air-conditioning hit her hot, sticky skin and sent shivers dancing across it. Reuben grasped her wrist and towed her behind him towards the massage room. There was an urgency about his movements that told her he’d waited long enough; that he wanted to get her to a place where she would let him fuck her as soon as possible. The guy was hurting.
That’s why she came back to Reuben’s. He worked hard to turn things his way, but it was always her choice in the end. With the hard, muscular size of him, no matter how fit she was he could have her pinned beneath him in seconds flat. But she always knew a simple no would end matters there and then. The guy had self-control.
Unlike some of the jerks she worked with. She’d been involved in some pretty nasty encounters to get the evidence her clients needed. To prove their husbands and boyfriends were cheating, lying scum who would chase any pretty woman who looked their way, irrespective of the fact they were supposedly committed.
She could feel her tension mounting again. Reuben could probably feel it too. He threw a warm, fluffy towel on the massage bench and pressed Hayley face down towards it. She twisted her hair again into a loose knot and fixed it on top of her head.
‘I’m going to unhook your sports bra, Hayley. Is that OK?’
‘Mmm.’ It was only the beginning. The tingle in her nipples told her that tonight she was going all the way. But it wouldn’t hurt to let him wonder.
Reuben unclipped the garment with a practised hand that made Hayley smile. They had an understanding. No ties. Just a little R and R whenever they wanted it; needed it. She liked it that way.
She liked what Reuben was doing to her now too. Her nose told her he had poured warm coconut oil into the palms of his hands, which he slicked across the entire surface of her back. He started palm-circling in small movements, slowly up to her neck on one side of her spine and down to the top of her sweatpants. She could feel the tightness in her muscles soften as he worked.
Time disappeared. Perhaps she drifted off to sleep beneath Reuben’s expert hands as he went through his magic routine; lifting, knuckling, twisting. It was those sexy little thumb strokes that eventually brought her back to consciousness.
Or his gravelly voice.
‘I want to give you a full-body massage, Hayley.’ The gruff tone told her the massage was doing as much for him as it was for her. God, she liked this guy.
He was asking her permission again, to take it up a notch. No point pretending. ‘I want that too.’
They both knew he had been given approval for more than just a rubdown.
Reuben’s fingertips hooked in her waistband and he tugged her sweatpants down over her hips. She heard him moan softly as she raised her hips off the bench to accommodate him. She smiled at the silence as he discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. What was the point under sweatpants? At the gym. With Reuben.
A little more oil swirled between his hands and Reuben’s strong fingers flowed from the arch of her spine, over the rise of her lower back to the firm mounds of her buttocks and down her thighs, not stopping until they reached her lower calves. Without ceasing, they returned on their journey to her bottom again.
Her legs felt long, strong, and lean under his actions. Reuben always made her feel good about herself. So good. She parted her legs minutely.
His fingers hooked softly beneath her hip bone and he alternately pulled and pushed the heel of his hand across the muscle of her buttock, working the tight flesh loose and warm. He walked around to the other side, drawing his hand across her body, keeping contact as he went, and repeated the firm movements on the other side.
Despite the relaxing slide of his hand across her oily flesh, Hayley sensed a moment when the contact between them changed. She grew taut and tense. She felt Reuben harden too, somehow. This was it. His hand lay over the cleft of her bottom. His oily fingers dipping lower and lower between her legs. She relaxed them further apart to ease his way.
****Thank you for reading. I really hope you enjoyed it. It’s a full-length novel, so there’s plenty more PI HONEYTRAP …
BUY LINKS:http://www.amazon.co.uk/P-I-Honeytrap-ebook/dp/B00AY0XH1A/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1357769259&sr=1-1
http://www.amazon.com/P-I-Honeytrap-ebook/dp/B00AY0XH1A/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1357769341&sr=8-1&keywords=PI+Honeytrap
http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/P-I-Honeytrap/book-B1cRD48P202mLWLBlwHRmA/page1.html?s=E0rT110LV0Kq3hzAUNOuXA&r=1http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk/Book/8733/P-I-Honeytrap.html#Author contact details: @kristalbaird http://kristalbaird.blogspot.co.uk/https://twitter.com/kristalbaird https://www.facebook.com/KristalBairdAuthorhttp://www.goodreads.com/goodreadscomuser_kristalbairdThank you for having me, Sommer. I hope you’ll come and visit me soon, too. And bring all your lovely friends!
January 9, 2013
Release Day *cha-cha-cha*
And three-four cha-cha-cha. I'm dancing today (despite a very hectic bizarre day) because my new book Under My Skin is out from Resplendence Publishing as we speak! This is a very strange little love story if I do say so myself. Ironically, it was inspired by a Florence and the Machine song.Now it's out and ready for you to read. Yes, you! And you, and you, and you...(hopefully).
Here's the blurb and all that jazz. Now I'm going to go make dinner because crazy-making, bizarre, hectic release days make a writer-girl starving!
XOXO
S
Under My Skin:
House bought for a steal online when it turns out there’s a damn good reason—check. Malicious ghost with a body count to his name—check. Sad, lingering female spirit pining for her still living (but currently dying) fiancé—check. What’s a widowed medium to do when a departed soul asks to ride piggy back in her body? To share her space and get under her skin? Juliet Bale does the only thing she can do—with her twin sister’s good counsel—she lets Lanie share her body to help her dying beloved Elijah cross over. The problem is that with all the reuniting, and sharing one body, things get seriously intimate and Juliet can’t help but see exactly why Elijah Rivers was so beloved. It’s so wrong to sorta kinda fall for a dying man, and yet—check.
January 7, 2013
I like that sound. I like when you lose it for me...
I often forget to give my first
BDSM-ish love story Bittersweet
any love at all. It's an Amazon exclusive for the time being, so it doesn't show up on my radar often. But when I stumbled over it a few days ago in my files and remembered my love of all things Deacon (...*heavy sigh* Deacon...) and that no panties scene, well...I had to show some love.
Below is a little nibble of my novella. And below that some of the tasty things reviewers said about it way back when. Hey, every good Dom deserves a moment in the sun from time to time. Today, I'll let the sun shine down on Deacon ;)
In other news, it's Monday and my coffee seems to be broken. Hope yours is not!
XOXO
Sommer
From Bittersweet by Sommer Marsden
She was barely breathing. He watched the slow, shallow breaths move her rib cage in and out. He pushed her mass of honey-blonde hair to the side and watched the nape of her neck pebble with goose bumps. Anticipation and excitement radiated off of her in waves. So did anxiety. She was uncertain. He placed his lips at the very base of her neck. She smelled like warm cinnamon and sweet flowers. He nipped her lightly with his teeth and she let out a small, surprised sound and jumped. “Shhhh. Just a moment more and then we’ll go out.” Rayka settled just a bit but he could feel the tension in her body. He liked it. On guard but excited. He slid his fingers over her shoulders, listening to his calluses rasp on the smooth fabric. Touch me, her outfit said. So he did. He slid his tongue down the side of her throat into the hollow above her shoulder. She moaned. “I like that sound. I like when you lose it for me. Like last night on the phone.” He heard her suck in a little puff of air. Embarrassed, he was sure. Her cheeks would be a lovely shade of red, her eyes downcast. His hands traced the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, and then she sighed, long and low. He winced as his cock grew harder still. This would be the longest dinner he had ever endured, he was sure of it. “What’s this?” he said and he let just a bit of steel creep into his voice. Rayka jumped and said nothing. Her moans and sighs and happy sounds had deserted her. Deacon snapped the thin elastic band with his fingers. The sound, even muffled by the dress, was sharp. The strike of elastic on skin sounded painful. “I—” He snapped it again, harder, and she yelped. She moved to step away from him, and he clamped a hand on her shoulder and steadied her there. She stilled. Rayka didn’t fight him or protest. She simply stopped in her tracks, panting for air. “I told you no panties,” he said directly into her ear. Her back was ramrod straight, her breasts rising and falling briskly. He could almost smell the worry coming off of her. “I didn’t think that—” “I was serious? I would care? Really. Come now, Rayka, tell me that to my face. Tell me you thought I was joking. That I’d be fine with you disobeying me.” Deacon spun her to face him and there they were. Those twin blotches of color on her cheeks as if she had been smacked. “I didn’t feel okay. I felt weird. Ashamed. Embarrassed. Whatever you want to call it.” “Scared? Unsure?” he rasped. She nodded. Eyes downcast, hands worrying at her sides. “Do you want to go to dinner with me?” She nodded. “Oh, yes.” “Do you want me to fuck you? After dinner. Like we both know is planned?” “I—” “What? Speak up. You what?” Now he let the animal out of its cage. He didn’t pull any punches or soften his voice. He let her see how he could be when he wasn’t pleased. He would never hurt her, but he would put her in her place. She had to know that now. “Yes. Yes, I do.” She dropped her head, studied her shoes. Deacon bent and hiked up her skirt. No preamble or warning. He lifted it briskly and didn’t allow himself the distraction of a long, tanned thigh or the small triangle-shaped shadow beneath the nearly translucent thong. He doubted the scrap could even qualify as panties. He grabbed one slender band and yanked. The elastic snapped with a small pop. Then he ripped the other band and the thong slid to the floor without a sound. Rayka watched, eyes wide, and then silently stepped over her ruined panties. Her black heel caught briefly, and she kicked the scrap away. “I’m sorry, Deacon,” she said. Her lips looked bruised from biting them. He kissed her roughly and then dropped to his knees. He planted his mouth over a small welt where the broken elastic had snapped back against her pale skin. Rayka sucked in a breath when his tongue touched her skin. Deacon could tell by the way she shifted her thighs that she was wet, ready. That she was fighting the rising urgency. He knew because he felt it too. Deacon kissed gently over her hipbone for just a moment and then smoothed her dress down over her naked body. He kissed her neatly trimmed pubic hair though the fabric and fought the primal urge to drag her to the ground and fuck her right there. Not now. Later. He could wait and she would have to. She teetered a bit on her heels and he steadied her. Then he helped her with her cape. “That was a freebie. Next time you disobey me, there’ll be more than a ruined pair of panties. Understood?”She nodded.
About Bittersweet:
"Sommer Masden has really out done herself with this tasty, titillating tease. With out a doubt, I would read everything this author puts out from now on and will be seeking out everything on her back list!! Any one with the ability to bring emotion to life like this talented lady has my vote all the way!! *SNAPS* Ms Marsden, I am in awe!" -Seriously Reviewed, SCORE: 19/20!
"There is nothing bitter about this book, Bittersweet. In fact this book is so yummy and such a temptation that I devoured it. Rayka and Deacon were perfect for each other. What could be better than chocolate, a hot guy and reading a good book-nothing is better! Deacon was not only sexy but he could cook. I wish he was real, so I could steal him for myself. I think I have just found my new favorite erotic author in Sommer Marsden. Bittersweet left me wanting more." -Cheryl, Manic Readers Reviews, 4/5 STARS!
Blurb for Bittersweet:
Rayka’s just looking for a peace offering for an offended client when she goes into The Good, The Sweet, and the Yummy. What she finds instead is a very intoxicating man. Deacon James is more sinful than the candy he sells, and Rayka soon finds out that he can push her farther than she every thought she could go. Mentally, creatively, emotionally and yes–sexually. Rayka must remember it’s okay to let him have her body, let him test her limits, but she can’t let him have her heart. Besides, he’s made it perfectly clear he doesn’t want it anyway…
Below is a little nibble of my novella. And below that some of the tasty things reviewers said about it way back when. Hey, every good Dom deserves a moment in the sun from time to time. Today, I'll let the sun shine down on Deacon ;)
In other news, it's Monday and my coffee seems to be broken. Hope yours is not!
XOXO
Sommer
From Bittersweet by Sommer Marsden
She was barely breathing. He watched the slow, shallow breaths move her rib cage in and out. He pushed her mass of honey-blonde hair to the side and watched the nape of her neck pebble with goose bumps. Anticipation and excitement radiated off of her in waves. So did anxiety. She was uncertain. He placed his lips at the very base of her neck. She smelled like warm cinnamon and sweet flowers. He nipped her lightly with his teeth and she let out a small, surprised sound and jumped. “Shhhh. Just a moment more and then we’ll go out.” Rayka settled just a bit but he could feel the tension in her body. He liked it. On guard but excited. He slid his fingers over her shoulders, listening to his calluses rasp on the smooth fabric. Touch me, her outfit said. So he did. He slid his tongue down the side of her throat into the hollow above her shoulder. She moaned. “I like that sound. I like when you lose it for me. Like last night on the phone.” He heard her suck in a little puff of air. Embarrassed, he was sure. Her cheeks would be a lovely shade of red, her eyes downcast. His hands traced the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, and then she sighed, long and low. He winced as his cock grew harder still. This would be the longest dinner he had ever endured, he was sure of it. “What’s this?” he said and he let just a bit of steel creep into his voice. Rayka jumped and said nothing. Her moans and sighs and happy sounds had deserted her. Deacon snapped the thin elastic band with his fingers. The sound, even muffled by the dress, was sharp. The strike of elastic on skin sounded painful. “I—” He snapped it again, harder, and she yelped. She moved to step away from him, and he clamped a hand on her shoulder and steadied her there. She stilled. Rayka didn’t fight him or protest. She simply stopped in her tracks, panting for air. “I told you no panties,” he said directly into her ear. Her back was ramrod straight, her breasts rising and falling briskly. He could almost smell the worry coming off of her. “I didn’t think that—” “I was serious? I would care? Really. Come now, Rayka, tell me that to my face. Tell me you thought I was joking. That I’d be fine with you disobeying me.” Deacon spun her to face him and there they were. Those twin blotches of color on her cheeks as if she had been smacked. “I didn’t feel okay. I felt weird. Ashamed. Embarrassed. Whatever you want to call it.” “Scared? Unsure?” he rasped. She nodded. Eyes downcast, hands worrying at her sides. “Do you want to go to dinner with me?” She nodded. “Oh, yes.” “Do you want me to fuck you? After dinner. Like we both know is planned?” “I—” “What? Speak up. You what?” Now he let the animal out of its cage. He didn’t pull any punches or soften his voice. He let her see how he could be when he wasn’t pleased. He would never hurt her, but he would put her in her place. She had to know that now. “Yes. Yes, I do.” She dropped her head, studied her shoes. Deacon bent and hiked up her skirt. No preamble or warning. He lifted it briskly and didn’t allow himself the distraction of a long, tanned thigh or the small triangle-shaped shadow beneath the nearly translucent thong. He doubted the scrap could even qualify as panties. He grabbed one slender band and yanked. The elastic snapped with a small pop. Then he ripped the other band and the thong slid to the floor without a sound. Rayka watched, eyes wide, and then silently stepped over her ruined panties. Her black heel caught briefly, and she kicked the scrap away. “I’m sorry, Deacon,” she said. Her lips looked bruised from biting them. He kissed her roughly and then dropped to his knees. He planted his mouth over a small welt where the broken elastic had snapped back against her pale skin. Rayka sucked in a breath when his tongue touched her skin. Deacon could tell by the way she shifted her thighs that she was wet, ready. That she was fighting the rising urgency. He knew because he felt it too. Deacon kissed gently over her hipbone for just a moment and then smoothed her dress down over her naked body. He kissed her neatly trimmed pubic hair though the fabric and fought the primal urge to drag her to the ground and fuck her right there. Not now. Later. He could wait and she would have to. She teetered a bit on her heels and he steadied her. Then he helped her with her cape. “That was a freebie. Next time you disobey me, there’ll be more than a ruined pair of panties. Understood?”She nodded.
About Bittersweet:
"Sommer Masden has really out done herself with this tasty, titillating tease. With out a doubt, I would read everything this author puts out from now on and will be seeking out everything on her back list!! Any one with the ability to bring emotion to life like this talented lady has my vote all the way!! *SNAPS* Ms Marsden, I am in awe!" -Seriously Reviewed, SCORE: 19/20!
"There is nothing bitter about this book, Bittersweet. In fact this book is so yummy and such a temptation that I devoured it. Rayka and Deacon were perfect for each other. What could be better than chocolate, a hot guy and reading a good book-nothing is better! Deacon was not only sexy but he could cook. I wish he was real, so I could steal him for myself. I think I have just found my new favorite erotic author in Sommer Marsden. Bittersweet left me wanting more." -Cheryl, Manic Readers Reviews, 4/5 STARS!
Blurb for Bittersweet:
Rayka’s just looking for a peace offering for an offended client when she goes into The Good, The Sweet, and the Yummy. What she finds instead is a very intoxicating man. Deacon James is more sinful than the candy he sells, and Rayka soon finds out that he can push her farther than she every thought she could go. Mentally, creatively, emotionally and yes–sexually. Rayka must remember it’s okay to let him have her body, let him test her limits, but she can’t let him have her heart. Besides, he’s made it perfectly clear he doesn’t want it anyway…
