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Special Guest Blogger: Lucy Felthouse

Special guest blogger on this foggy Monday is Miss Lucy Felthouse. Now I am off to pour another cup of coffee and Lucy is...well, hopefully about to tell us who the nekkid stud in the hay pile is! ;)

XOXO
Sommer

Thinking Christmas in June by Lucy Felthouse


My latest release has been in the pipeline for quite some time. Since very early this year, in fact. I'm part of the Wickedly Sexy Writers group, and one of the members floated an idea—would we all like to work on a group project, whereby we all take one of Santa's reindeer, make them into shifters and write erotic romances about them? I thought it was a great idea and jumped on board straight away. We made some plans together and aimed to have our stories submitted to the chosen publisher during June.


That presented me with a peculiar problem. I'd never written a Christmas/winter themed story, much less in June. I live in the UK, and June wasn't exactly bikini weather, but I still wondered how I would conjure up thoughts of snow, ice and Christmas cheer and work it into a story.


I needn't have worried. The more I thought about my story, the more I figured it would actually make sense to set it after Christmas. I won't say why, because it'll ruin the story for you, but that's what I did. The tale begins in early January—which actually, in the UK, is more likely to get snow and ice than Christmas time is! Let's just say I don't place any bets that we'll have a white Christmas.
Once I'd figured that part out, the rest actually came pretty easily. There are elements of the truth woven into my tale—living in a cul-de-sac which has a slight incline, vans getting stuck trying to get out of the road, and that there's a reindeer shifter living on my street. Okay, maybe not that last one. Or maybe? Who knows?


So... my first Christmas story isn't strictly a Christmas story. It's cold, snowy and icy, and it contains Santa and a reindeer called Cupid... but that's as close as it gets. My tale is much more about the erotic romance, and I hope you enjoy it ;)


*****


As a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries. He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him something more exciting than bills and junk mail.


One cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate – but Cassius doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina – the beautiful female courier.
Has Cupid finally met his match?


More info, excerpt and buy links:
http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/cupid/
Add it on Goodreads here:
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16161416-reindeer-games


*****
About the author:

Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Secret Cravings Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

It happens every year...

The Christmas meltdown. Mine took place at about 9.37 this morning. In the kitchen. Whilst making coffee.



We not continue with our regularly scheduled program already in progress.

Happy Saturday! Only ten jolly days to go...

XOXO
Sommer

The weird things...

I do for inspiration.

Look at Flickr. In my defense, I usually end up in there looking for a picture I'm free to use on my blog. But dude, you'd be amazed at what comes up on searches. I have to monitor Flickr time once I hop over there because I can quickly become lost in a sea of random strangers' photos. I've gotten some amazing ideas.

Eavesdrop. "So she says to him...she says, you are not putting that in my ass..." Yep. I was always, always an avid people watcher back in the day in Ocean City, Maryland. Even at the mall! But my favorite thing ever is to listen in on people if I can manage. I have the hearing of a dog, by the way. Even the best whisperer is no match for my ears!

Watch bad movies. Just this year there's been a sea of Gingerdead Man, the Puppet Master series, SyFy movies of the week (Hey! The 12 Disasters of Christmas was pretty awesome) etc. Nothing gets my mind going faster than a good (meaning bad) B movie.

Read outside my genre. Right now I'm on a horror and YA kick. I blew through Vacation and Home (both by Matthew J. Costello) and then read Sisters Red by Jackson Pearce upon the recommendation of my own in - house voracious reader, Girl Child. Then I managed to snag a book from Paperback Swap and it's...another Matthew J. Costello read, Beneath Still Waters. In the mix of books I also have several copies of Cemetery Dance Magazine spread out through the house. I used to get CD as a subscription and am considering it again.

Lately, a new one is watch the National Geographic channel. Doomsday Preppers, Alaska State Troopers, etc. All good brain bubble gum to chew over and use as it strikes my fancy.

I've also added yoga and learning the ukulele. It has zero to do with writing and...that's the point! I need time to step away from the magic box and the people in my head and connect with my own damn self. So, nothing says me-time like contorting oneself in painful positions and then adding insult to injury by massacring a song called Strum-a-thon!

Finally, I simply pay attention to my family . My kids (we talk a LOT in this house), the man, my mother, my mother-in-law...hell, anyone I come in contact with in person on a regular basis (which isn't much *snort*. I'm a bit of a hermit. Hermit's Unit! to quote the 10th Doctor) can be fodder for writing. They're walking, talking bags of pure inspirational gold.

How 'bout you? Any good ideas to find inspiration I can steal? I mean adopt!

XOXO
Sommer

And now from the dirty book cabinet...

It's time to make a little room in the dirty book cabinet for upcoming 2013 extra contributor copies. So I need to clear some space. Right now I'm running a paperback copy giveaway on my Facebook author page . Just go to http://facebook.com/sommermarsden and LIKE me. Then find the giveaway in my statuses and leave me a comment telling me what your number one Christmas wish is this year (or holiday wish). If you already LIKE me, just leave me a comment. In a while I'll draw from the comments and send the winner a list of book titles s/he can choose from.

Easy squeezy!

Hope to see your wish soon :)

XOXO
Sommer

But somewhere in there I was also a catering assistant, deli worker, cocktail waitress, grocery store cashier, lipstick tester...

I somehow hosed up the dates on this. I had it in my calendar as today (the 12th) but it was yesterday. So...I'm posting early today because yesterday already had a post and [fill in coffee here].

Check out this interview with me , complete with lightning round (LOL!), by Hunter S. Jones. Her introduction is beyond flattering. It's the only way to describe it. I'm counting this as part of the Lion Hearted blog tour, so a comment will earn you a chance at the $10 gift certificate to All Romance Ebooks and the Cthulhu goodies! After this I think there's one more stop and then I'll use the magic number generator to choose a winner!

Happy hump day, y'all. And happy 12-12-12. Last triple digit day in my life time. Unless I freeze my noggin and try to be reanimated later which...yeah. That's not gonna happen.

XOXO
Sommer

Sexy Six Hundred NSFW

 I've been running little snippets of books on Twitter and Facebook this week. I like to section out a single line that makes me happy and post it. Today, I carved out a little (very NSFW!) snippet from Boys Next Door to post on my blog. Something to keep you warm...now that some cold weather is finally moving back in!

Anyone freaking out about Christmas yet? Or are all of you cool customers? I have moments. Calm. Freak out. Calm. Freak out. Then usually I have a wine moment. Wine works.

XOXO
Sommer

From Boys Next Door by Sommer Marsden
NSFW



He was lounging in my doorway with a glass of wine. Looking yummy.
‘Hand it over,’ I said, my voice soft. But the bathroom amplified it and I started at how loud I sounded. Deke handed me the wine and I took a swig before setting it on the back of the sink.
‘Now yours.’ I put my hand out.
He played like he was protecting his glass. ‘Greedy girl. You have your own.’
I eyed him up. Dark wash jeans, a bit baggy, but just baggy enough to show off the fine form underneath. A dark-blue pullover that zipped at the neck. It had a very thin line of taupe along the neck and somehow it added to the sexy effect. I wanted to touch the light knit, unzip the zipper, lay him out and ride him hard.
I swallowed and we both heard my throat click. ‘Give it to me.’
He did. I put it on the sink next to mine and grabbed the hem of his pullover, yanking it hard enough to stretch it some before he stepped in toward me and took me in his arms. His skin was warm under my hands when I shoved them beneath the fabric. The ridges and planes of his belly danced under my fingers when I stroked him. I pushed them higher, stroking his pecs and then thumbing his nipples until he hummed.
‘I thought we were going to fuck like monkeys after the letters,’ he said. Not touching me. Just staring me down with those espresso-coloured eyes.
‘I decided to change that round a little bit.’
That was all he needed to pull my nice soft T-shirt back over my head. My wet hair brushed my back and he got down on his knees to kiss my belly button, my hipbone, my stomach. ‘Did you?’
‘I did. And you know, I want you to do me in here,’ I said, touching his hair with my fingertips. Watching the almost too long waves ripple under my stroking hand.
‘You do?’ he said, but it was a knowing, teasing tone. ‘Why is that?’
My yoga pants surrendered to his seeking hands and I shimmied my hips like a belly dancer for him as he pushed them low and finally off. When his mouth found me, I gasped, the sound bouncing around the small black and white room. I smiled.
His tongue slid along my slit, smothered my clit, sucked at me and I sighed, ‘I like the acoustics.’
‘You do, do you?’ His tongue snaked over me again and he nudged the hard knot of my clit over and over again until I felt the first tentative twinge of release. I moved to meet his mouth, relishing the alternating scrape and slide of his teeth over my nether lips. The tender skin sang with every single stroke of his tongue.
‘I do. I think . . . I think –’ My breath was wild in my lungs and I felt my thighs shaking as he pushed them just a bit farther apart.
‘What do you think, Farrell?’
‘I think –’
His fingers caressed my inner thighs and cool chills raced along my skin. Then Deke pushed his fingers into me, testing me, sucking my clit at the same time so I gave a sharp cry and came hard, anchoring myself with my fingers twisted in his hair.
‘I think it will sound awesome when I come.’ Finally the words came but I was already dropping to my knees and helping him with his clothes.
‘Condom?’

Story Behind the Story: Kissa Starling

I'm throwing a Coming Together: Hungry for Love SBS to you via the way back machine. I had these rolling in November but I missed one. Oops!

Lucky you, you get to enjoy another SBS from one of my authors Kissa Starling. :)

Happy Monday! Somone pass the spoons, it's decidedly pea soupish out there.

XOXO
Sommer

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Diabetes runs in my family. My grandfather died from it and my brother currently has it. I found out recently that my sister-in-law has diabetes and she is pregnant. It is such a scary disease. Eating healthy is hard for anyone, but when your life depends on it, it's so important to keep track of every single thing you consume, and that is a task within itself. This disease doesn't affect everyone the same. I certainly feel for all who have to live with diabetes on a daily basis. Together, we can fund diabetes research.

About the author:

Kissa Starling began writing in a diary as a young girl. In school she passed notes and penned short poems to pass around the classroom. In fifth grade she wrote an award winning speech that earned her a title and cold hard cash. During all of this she still found time to chase boys on the playground!

Her adult writing evolved into a mixture of sugar and spice that begs to be let out. She sets aside time each day to write, read, and spend time with her family in the southern state of Georgia. Visit www.kissastarling.com to learn more.

She currently writes for Red Rose Publishing, Cleis Press, Moonflower Press, Atria Books, Sapphire Publishing and Renaissance E-Books.

Kissa's  most current work is Clarissa, Book One in the Celtic Destinies Series. Blurb:

Reuniting ghost lovers proves to be the easy task. How will she ever find her own true destiny?

Clarissa has traveled halfway around the world to Scotland hoping to escape her  sordid past and begin anew. What she finds is two unruly children, a single father who travels, a elderly cook and a couple of ghosts who demand to be reunited. It's hard to figure out who plans to give her the most trouble- the children or the ghost of a kind long since passed. Will it all be worth it in the end and what must Clarissa do to obtain her own happiness?
http://redrosepublishing.com/books/pr...

Snogs with Santa, Ho, ho, ho!

I'm taking part of the 9th day of Blissemas and doing Victoria Blisse's Sunday Snog. Theme this week is snogs with Santa. I have the perfect snog! Here's a little bit from my story I Can Stuff Your Stocking, one of two stories in Kinky for Christmas .

An oldie but a hottie.

From I Can Stuff Your Stocking

“Don‟t just think you can get me wherever and have your way with me.” She was sputtering. And had she really said have your way with me? She had.

“Oh, can‟t I? I felt you squirming.” He spun her quickly and pinned her to the stark white wall in the narrow corridor. Her ex-husband sniffed up her throat, bit her earlobe. When she wiggled under him, he kissed her.

Gently at first and then rougher so that she moaned. He knew her inside and out. He knew what buttons to push, and right then that seemed fine with her.

“Where is that sleigh?” she asked, running her fingers over his red furry pants. His hard-on felt enormous, and she realized it had been a hundred years since she had had sex. Or it felt like it.

“Your carriage awaits, little girl.” He caught her up under his arm like he was carrying a football. It usually annoyed her when he did that, unless it was turning her on because he was playing caveman. Right then, she was so turned on she felt the cotton crotch of her jolly red panties grow moist.

“Be careful with me.”

“Oh, I will. Right up until I toss you into the backseat and fuck you 'til you scream,” he growled.
Prudence felt her stomach dip and her head spin but she laughed. “You sweet talker, you.”

“Ho, ho, ho!” Jack said softly.

“Who you calling a ho?” she asked, and then he was the one to laugh.

Jack tossed her into the back of his van. He had driven his work vehicle to the moonlighting job. She knew the van. This wouldn't be their first time in his big gutted white behemoth.

Paint cans and drop cloths lay strewn around her, but they were invisible to her as Jack pushed at her black velvet skirt. He bared her hose and pulled them down with his teeth. “Is it okay to say I have been having wet dreams about my ex-wife?” he asked, almost conversationally as he pulled her panties down, too. “About fucking you. How warm you are inside and how wet. Tight and ready. How you make that crazy noise when you come really hard.” All the while he was blowing his warm breath on her clit and touching her wet slit with his fingertips. He kissed her inner thighs and Prudence thought she would die right here, panties around her knees in a clunker of a painting van.

Sh! I'm a naughty elf...

Actually...Go ahead and shout it from the roof tops if you like. I don't mind spreading some naughty cheer.

I’m part of the Sh! Christmas Pleasure Hunt (http://sex-toys-blog.co.uk). All you need to know is right here at the Sh! intro post. Your goal is to sleuth out some words, visit some wonderful sites and maybe get your hot little hands on a goodie bag of happiness provided by Sh!

Speaking of happiness, I figured I'd share my top five favorite things to do during the holidays (besides the obvious naughty stuff, that's a given).

1. Bake cookies
2. Watch Christmas Vacation (it never gets old)
3. Sit in the dark with a glass of wine and look at the tree
4. Have family and friends over to celebrate
5. Take the time to  just be. Be still. Be grateful. Be silent. Be with my family. Be a bit less type A than I normally am (this part, FYI, usually hits the day after Christmas. Heh.)

Once you've found my *cough* so very cleverly hidden word, you can move along to the holly-jolly authors who are also participating today: Janine Ashbless and Tamsin Flowers . Once you've done that make sure you visit tomorrow's authors for the next set of words!  You'll be paying a visit to Tabitha Rayne, Lily Harlem, and Kay Jaybee!

Good luck! And don't forget to check back on the Sh! site later this month for some free erotica. Including a Christmas tale by yours truly. Being naughty has its perks.

XOXO
Sommer

Some pimpage and an excerpt NSFW

I realized I have yet to give you a yummy little taste of any of my Coupling Two stories. Below you will find a little sample. But that's just a taste, there's so much more in this sexy, stunning book. Some of the stories I received made me felt like they were presents just for me from the writers involved. From raunchy to racy to sweet and sultry. I hope you'll check us out this holiday season. I think it'd be a real good way to stay warm with someone you love. *wink wink* *nudge nudge*
XOXOSommer  from EVIL STREAK (Coupling 2: More Filthy Erotica for Couples)
By Sommer MarsdenI was primping and Elliot was digging for cufflinks. Who the hell wears cufflinks anymore, you ask? My man. That’s who.“I told your mother you’d come and meet her new beau this weekend,” I said, chewing my lip to keep from laughing.He stilled and my pulse picked up. His fingers that had been tickling through his nightstand debris stopped and he looked up at me. His cool green eyes were curious and starting to darken a bit with approaching annoyance. “You what?”“She calls me all the time!” I said, trying not to smile. I knew it was cruel, but I’d done it anyway. A bit of a payback for his constant overtime as of late. I felt neglected and lonely and my revenge had been to toss him to his mom and her new boyfriend Bob like tossing a wounded antelope to a particularly hungry lion.“So?” He started to move his hands again, but I felt him watching me.“So, why doesn’t she call you and ask you to meet Bob? Bob who boats, Bob who golfs, Bob who collects vintage beer cans.” I put my earrings in, spritzed myself with perfume and straightened my necklace. When I turned to him, he was watching me. Fiercely. Now I felt like the antelope.“So you tell her that. Mother June, call Elliot yourself.”“Mother June,” I snorted. “What is this, the fifties?”He almost smiled.“Now you ruined my plans for the weekend,” he said. Something in his voice made me hesitate. “What do you mean?”Elliot shrugged. “Nothing. Can you help me, Lex?”He called me Lex instead of Alexis, he couldn’t be too mad.“What are we looking for?” I hovered over the drawer and sighed when his hand came up to stroke me behind my knee. His hand whispered across my nylons and the touch was perfect. Not too hard, not too soft. Not too innocent but not too rough. “The small TARDIS cufflinks,” he said, grinning.“God. The Doctor at dinner, even,” I said, but I laughed. “I don’t see them…”“Here, sit. Maybe I left them in the bathroom.”Elliott stood and I sat, pushing around the stuff in his top dresser drawer. Antacids, pens, a small travel packet of aspirin, lube, a pair of fur lined handcuffs…I laughed at that and wondered where the plain steel pair was. I pushed back a book on cocktails, a cigar catalog and a pair of nail clippers. No cufflinks.I felt him take my hand, and I smiled. Until I felt him take the other and heard the missing plain steel cuffs make their clinkyratcheting sound. “Elliott!” I yelped.His lips were pressed in a tight line and in his eyes danced a glimmer of amusement. But there was also annoyance there, I wasn’t so self delusional as to miss that. “You ruined my plans,” he said again, tskingsoftly and shaking his head.I watched him pull off his tie and my mouth opened and closed on its own. “I…what…Elliot!” “I know I’ve been working a lot lately,” he said. He grabbed the handcuffs by the short bit of connecting chain and raised my arms up. The motion made my breasts jut out and press fully into the black bodice of my dress. His eyes danced over the modest but enticing bit of cleavage there. He tugged and I watched transfixed, my normally big mouth not moving a bit. Elliot stretched my arms back just a hair more and hooked my cuffed hands over the knob of our bedpost. Gravity and the fact that the bedpost was just a bit higher than my arms meant I was stuck like this until he let me out. I felt instantly claustrophobic and…wet. A thrill coursed through the center of me and moisture pooled in my fancy silk panties. I’d dressed up to go out and now I was tethered to my own bed.“Well…you have,” he said. I was mortified to find that my eyes were tearing up.Elliot studied me and nodded once, briskly. “I’m sorry. I had planned, this weekend, to keep you in bed for the duration. Eating and lounging and reading the paper.” He idly pushed my bodice down just a bit and pulled my breast free so it rested on the crushed, bunched up fabric. His thumb swept back and forth over my tender pink nipple and I watched, transfixed, as it pebbled, puckered, and beaded up into a knot under his soft touch. It was like a magic trick and if it weren’t for the spears of pleasure working their way under my skin and inching down to settle between my thighs, I’d wonder if he was actually touching me. It felt more like being mesmerized by a trick of the eye.“Oh,” I said. Because it was the most intelligent thing I could think to say.“I was going to touch you,” Elliot said, his voice a soft, sensual caress. The other breast was positioned to his liking and he proceeded to tease that nipple to attention as well. My pulse was now pounding in my chest, my temples, my throat…my cunt.“And taste you…” Elliot squatted and quickly—with his deft surgeon hands—shimmied the skirt of my dress up my thighs and over my hips. Above my thigh high stockings my bare thighs prickled with goose bumps.“And fuck you,” he said, leaning in to place a chaste kiss right on the gusset of my black panties. My breath caught and I noticed the sting and ache in my shoulders. But more than that, I noticed the thump and bang of arousal in my pussy. Elliot pinned me with his gaze, his bright green eyes brilliant and amused. He slid a single finger under the elastic of my panties and found the center of me, my wetness. He slid that finger in slow and easy, never looking away from me. When I tried to swallow, my throat clicked. I realized I was holding my breath. His finger curled inside of me, triggering a cascade of pleasant spasms in my pussy. I tried to move against his hand but he withdrew his finger and pressed the slick digit to my clitoris. I whimpered. “But now,” he sighed, sitting back on our pristine white carpet. “I have to meet Bob.”

Blurb: Sex, love and climaxes. In Coupling Two, we're here again to explore more of the joys, pleasures and flat out kinks of being part of a couple. Four of today's hottest erotica authors explore what coupling means to them. Selena Kitt, Alison Tyler, Willsin Rowe and Sommer Marsden put the Mm... in commitment. Join us for some titillating, tender and downright dirty moments. From the most intimate kind of stress release, to a sizzling anniversary celebration, foreplay of the voyeuristic kind and a much needed union after a dangerous situation, join us in Coupling Two to get a taste of something a bit sweet, a bit spicy and a lot sexy.

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