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A Good Dead Blog today sharing a ... strange experience. Let's call it that. Shall we? ;) Go see what you think happened, I'd love to hear  your theories.


Also, Frankenstorm is coming. So if I go silent...I'm probably without electricity. Which means--weeping in the corner sucking my thumb/drinking wine and being suckered into playing Uno with electronic deprived kids/calming a weiner dog/reading by candle light. Or any bizarre combo of above.

Wish us luck! I think we're gonna need it.

XOXO
Sommer

stuff, stuff! good stuff! read them all. they're all good but one is FREE :)~

Thing One: Lion Hearted will be released via Kindle next week. It's book 1 in my Divination Falls Series--my m/m paranormal series. Yay! The book will go live on Kindle next week and then show up everywhere else come January 2012. Woohoo




Thing two: This morning I turned in the Introduction and the Foreword for Coming Together: Hungry for Love . The Foreword was penned by the amazing Thomas Roche, author of many many dirty works and the author of The Panama Laugh. Who better to pen some words on zombies and sex? I am honored he said yes and it looks as if we are right on track for the Halloween release. Woohoo again!

For more about Thomas (if you've been under a rock for a good long while ;) ) visit his BLOG.



The final AND FREE thing is that Taste It is currently free on iTunes (until Nov 9th). At present, I don't have a link, but if you go to iTunes and simply search Taste It Sommer Marsden, you should be golden. Very exciting stuff to be all free and easy on iTunes. So go grab your copy today.

That's it! Happy weekend everyone. I have some horror movies to go watch :) Boo!

XOXO
Sommer

Anonymous...

Is my Wanderlust/Blisse Kiss After Dark winner! I'll be sending a little email along to that lucky address. Some toasty feet will be arriving just in time for the chill via a Sock Dreams gift certificate compliments of me and my randy characters. :)

Happy Friday.

XOXO
Sommer

Words I never thought I'd see...

"Our guest blogger on Sunday 28th will be the internationally acclaimed author, Sommer Marsden who will be sharing her own personal ghost story."

But there they are. Crazy but humbling. Anyhoo, I'm going to be at A Dead Good Blog this Sunday, at the invitation of the wonderful Ashley Lister, telling a story I've told maybe...maybe...a handful of people in 25 years. I hope you'll pop in and tell me what you think happened way back when. In the meantime, pop over and read up on the ghostly goings on at the ADGB!

XOXO
Sommer

I enjoyed Coupling with you so much the first time...

I wish to couple with you again! Haha!

Seriously, I've been sitting on this news for so long my ass hurts. A while back I put together a humble little collection titled Coupling. It included various stories from various authors all geared at showing how hot it could be--how profoundly sexy--to be part of a couple.

I expected to sell a few copies.

Imagine my surprise when years later it's still selling at a very respectable pace. And there have been many times that it's ranked super well both in Kindle and paperback form. That book blew me out of the water with its sales and the response it got. Not in my wildest dreams did I ever expect it to do that well.

So...since I still feel the same about the amazing sexy experience one can have being part of a committed couple, I'm doing it again. This go round I've got the amazing Selena Kitt and Willsin Rowe involved (he even did that stellar cover). And my girl crush extraordinaire Alison Tyler came back to give us some stories. Set up will be a bit different but the message will remain the same. Couples can be just as sexy, dirty, naughty, kinky, raunchy, playful, loving, intense and fierce as singles. Don't doubt it for a minute ;)

For more info on stories, authors etc for the original Coupling go HERE. As for Coupling 2, we're shooting for a holiday release from Excessica. Now what could stuff a stocking better than a nice dirty book to read together. We can help you heat up your holidays.

XOXO
Sommer

Guest Blogger: Elizabeth Black

Morning, all. I'm semi-coherent. Just coherent enough to say, "Yay, guest blogger!" and "Yay, candy!" Man, I can't wait until I can taste stuff again.

After you read today's offering from Elizabeth Black, don't forget to check out her blog and then, after that, scoot down one blog if you missed it yesterday's toe warming offering.

Happy Monday!

XOXO
Sommer



The Joys Of FallBy Elizabeth Black
I love this time of year. In most parts of the U. S., it's fall. Leaves are turning red, gold, and purple. Pumpkins are growing, ready for pie, quickbread, or carving for Halloween. I  have terra cotta pumpkins, black cats, and maize out as decorations. This is also the season for maple candy, apple cider, and hot cocoa. As the weather chills, light a fire in the hearth and curl up in an overstuffed armchair. Sip hot cocoa - mini marshmallows are required - and dive into a good book. Looking for something sexy? How about erotic fairy tales? I've written two. One is "Climbing Her Tower", my erotic retelling of Rapunzel. The other is "Trouble In Thigh High Boots", my erotic retelling of Puss In Boots. Buy links, a blurb and an excerpt are at the end of this post.
But first, 'tis the season for baking! Not only is it the season for the Day Of The Dead, it's also Halloween. I made Candy Sugar Skulls for The Day Of The Dead, and they reminded me so much of maple candy that I am craving it. I searched the web and found an easy recipe for making it. The only ingredient is maple syrup - real maple syrup not that Mrs. Butterworth glop.
The directions for making maple candy reminds me very much of making English toffee. It's all in the chemistry.
Maple Candy  Ingredients
2 Cups Fancy-grade Maple Syrup
Directions
In a heavy-bottomed 4-quart pot, boil maple syrup on medium-high heat to 235 degrees F. Stir the syrup occasionally so it doesn't boil over
Remove the pot from the heat immediately, but leave the thermometer clipped to the side,. Place the pot on a wooden board or non-burning surface to cool. (Don't touch the syrup while it is cooling, or large crystals will form.)
Cool the mixture to 175 degrees F. This takes about ten minutes.
Beat the mixture quickly and continuously with a wooden spoon. Do this until the syrup becomes lighter in color, thick and creamy and begins to lose its gloss. This takes about 4 or 5 minutes.
Pour into maple leaf candy molds or a buttered pan. If using a pan, immediately score into squares. I use candy molds shaped like seashells. Set aside to cool.
Wait until the candies are completely cooled. Flip over the molds and tap out the candies.
Candies will store up to 1 month in a container in a cool, dry space. Makes 18 to 20 one ounce candies.
Hint: The outside temperature will dramatically affect the degree to which you boil maple syrup. The soft ball stage is 235 degrees. To reach the soft ball stage, boil the maple syrup 22 degrees past the boiling point of water. Depending on the outside temperature and the humidity, water will reach the boiling point between 209 and 217 degrees.
And now that you have your hot cocoa and maple candy in hand, curl up with a good book like "Trouble In Thigh High Boots".
TROUBLE IN THIGH HIGH BOOTS
Buy Links:
Amazon US: http://tinyurl.com/trouble-amazon-us
Amazon UK: http://tinyurl.com/trouble-amazon-uk
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
Coming soon: Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Apple, and AllRomanceEbooks
Blurb:
Tita is a Puss In Boots with a little something extra. Being a magical creature, she shifts from a kitty into the form of an alluring, ginger-haired woman when the situation demands it. And what a situation she finds herself in! Her new master Dylan is a poor man who needs a boost in the world. Sly Tita uses her seductive wiles to pass him off to the villagers and the king as the Marquis of Carabas in order to help both of them gain their fortunes. Her plan is not without its problems. Dylan's malicious brother, Zane, lusts after Tita, and he wants her all to himself, but she refuses to succumb to his treachery. Being a cat first and foremost, she purrs in the arms of her many lovers but her heart belongs to only one man - the king. She hopes that in ensuring Dylan his lofty place in the world the king finds a place in his heart for her. Her life becomes an erotic adventure in reaching her goals.
Excerpt:
Her stiletto heels clicked on the hardwood floor, attracting the king's attention. When he turned toward her, her heart nearly stopped at the unabashed thrilled look on his face when he set eyes on her. She sniffed the air and smelled castile soap and fragrant oil of rosemary. If I didn't know better, I'd think he expected me. Maybe his knights told him I was on my way."Ah, cat, you have returned! How delightful!" The king's jolly laugh boomed around the high-ceilinged room. "My sister told me she saw you on the road. Your rabbits were absolutely delicious. I saved a morsel in case you returned."She smiled and batted her lashes at him. Stop it! You're acting like a peckish school girl with a bad crush! "You are too kind, Your Highness. Before I accept your gracious offer of food, might I offer you another present from the Marquis of Carabas?""Anotherpresent? Your Marquis is quite impressive. First, the fattest rabbits I've seen in these parts in a long time, and now more gifts! Yes, please, do show me what you have to offer."Oh, I'll show you much more than you expect, sire. She lifted her knapsack and prepared to open it, but hesitated. The king looked dejected. "What's wrong?""I want this gift to be a special surprise for you, sire, but I can't have you looking at me when I give it to you.""Well, what shall we do then?""I had an idea." She opened the knapsack a tiny bit, reached inside, and pulled out a silk blindfold. "How about we play a game?"He clapped his hands. "I love games! Cat, you are quite the adventuress!"Little do you know… "I do my best, Your Highness." She held the blindfold between her claws. "May I approach you and slip this over your eyes, sire?""Of course you may.""You trust me?""Why shouldn't I?""How do you know I won't shield your eyes and then slit your throat?""Because there's something special about you, cat. I can't put my finger on it, but you are very intriguing. I'm willing to trust you with my life."Her heart melted at his words, and she took great pride in feeling his affection even though he had not yet seen her in her human form. What would he think of her once he saw her long legs, full breasts, and thick tawny hair? Would he ravish her when he felt the warmth from her heart and tasted the sweetness of her breath? How would he react to the tenderness she longed to give him?When would he remember her, if he remembered her at all? She had never spoken to him or shifted in front of him when she lived in the castle. Her heart ached with love and memories of his tender caresses and playful roughhousing. If only he recalled her!She walked to him as he sat in his favorite chair, and then she leapt onto his lap. He ran his fingers through her long fur without thinking twice about it, as many humans did when accosted by a cat, although certainly not most. She had met her share of men and women who beat her and threw pans of water at her. Zane's face flashed into her mind. When would she see him again? Tita knew he would make another appearance soon, aware of his cruelty and greed. She shook her head and quickly shoved his memory away. She would not allow him room in her head to ruin her time with the king.Thankfully, her king was not cruel. She purred with pleasure as he scratched her behind her ears. Ooooh, he found my most sensitive sweet spot! I can't stand it! Let me at him! In a fit of arousal, she rubbed her mouth against his hand, leaving her scent on his skin.She stared into his deep blue eyes and paused before lifting her blindfold. I wonder if he can see into my soul when he gazes into my eyes. One look will show him a world he's never before seen. She gazed at him, wishing he could read her mind, to sense the love she felt for him."You have lovely eyes, cat. The color of a deep sea – quiet on the surface, but I suspect there is quite a bit of turmoil in those depths." He ran one hand over her back, stroking her length until she arched in response. "Your eyes are very human. Long-lashed and expressive. Are you enchanted?""In a way, sire, yes I am. But I'm not cursed. I can give you what you need.""And what might that be?""Let me show you." She slipped the blindfold over his eyes and waited for him to sit back and relax. When his breathing eased, she curled into his lap, placing both paws on his shoulders. "Don't be afraid. And whatever you do, don't remove the blindfold. I'm about to give you my surprise."As her body lengthened and stretched, she stroked his hair. Paws elongated into palms and fingers and she scratched his scalp with her long nails. He moaned and curled his head into her embrace, but as her furry body grew into curvy feminine form, he backed away with a gasp of alarm."Please don't be afraid," she whispered in a deep, mellow voice that sang in his ear. "I won't hurt you." She guided his hands from his sides to her bare hips. "Touch me. Feel me."

 Visit Elizabeth for more information: http://elizabethablack.blogspot.com

"turning the kiss into something more than chaste..." [Blisse Kiss After Dark]

As part of the phenomenal Miss Blisse's Blisse Kiss After Dark, I'm posting a favorite snippet from my beloved Wanderlust . Yes, I love it. So much so it is beloved. Don't laugh at me.

And bonus! Come October 26th, I'll pick a Blisse Kiss winner from comments for a $10 Sock Dreams gift card. I hope that made sense, I am currently flu-ish, but couldn't miss a chance to post some Johnny and Really. Fever be damned!

XOXO
Sommer

From Wanderlust by Sommer Marsden
I’d never seen such a big man cry before. He didn’t do it the way one would suspect, an angry crying, begrudging his own body its grief. It was more of a folding in on himself. He somehow appeared smaller and more vulnerable to me, and I didn’t argue the point. We could work out semantics later. I simply dropped back onto the mattress, holding onto him tight so he had no option but to fall with me.

He crashed into me, containing his strength, I could tell. But the pain in him was too big to be muffled. For the first time since we met, the kinetic sexual energy between us abated, and all I wanted to do for Johnny Rose was hold him.

So I did.

I held his head to my chest and somewhere in that tangle I wrapped my leg around his leg. We fell asleep that way, the rain’s pounding echoing the turmoil inside the small cabin. I let my fingers play over his scalp as I drifted off.

Boys in boxes, dead mothers, broken bones and pain, I dreamed of it all. All the toxic soup of the past few days swirled together in my sleeping brain and I bobbed along on a river of very unpleasant dreams.

At some point my mother said to me, “I had it coming” and I screamed at her which made my gut ache and my heart break.

I dreamed of small boys in brightly colored sneakers locked in dark places and I dreamed of broken hearted men waiting for me to return to a place I was pretty sure I never wanted to see again.

And when some faceless voice said “It’s all your fault, you know, Aurelia. You simply never managed to be anything of worth” a great unstoppable sob ripped out of me. So loud and so real it woke me up.

I was soaked and Johnny was hushing me. Stroking hair off my forehead with gentle fingers. Something cool kissed my forehead and I felt the bristle of a cheap washcloth over my skin. “Hush, Snowflake. It’s okay. You’ve just been dreaming a little.”

“You’re drunk,” I blurted.

“Not anymore,” he chuckled. “But thanks for reminding me. Sit up, now.”

I did as told and he gently pulled the wet tee over my head. I instantly started to shiver from the difference in temperature. My body, slickered in cold sweat, exposed to the rain-chilled cabin. The fire down below had gone out long ago and not even a demonic glow lit the cabin. Just the ghostly green glow of the alarm clock and a bit of ambient light from the moon outside.

“It stopped raining.”

“It did.” He used the washcloth and the dry side of my tee to wipe my body dry. Cold sweat is a fucker and it always leaves me feeling sick and exhausted. That was how I felt. Sick and exhausted and embarrassed to boot.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

His lips found my shoulder, kissed it. “For what?”

“For this? For…”

“Weakness?”

I felt that punched feeling in my gut and nodded. “Yes.”

“Weren’t you just telling me that it was just being human.”

“But—“

“That’s just what you tell others, not yourself?”

“Is this therapy?” I snorted, trying to put him off topic.

“Isn’t fucking always therapy?”

That shut me up. I put my arms up when he told me to and he slid a new soft tee down over my head. He pressed something into my hand and I realized it was a hair elastic. I quickly braided my hair into one big sloppy braid and tied it off.

“Come on, Aurelia. It’s my turn to hold you.”

I curled in and let him hold me, pressing my ear to the pounding signal of his heart. He was alive. I was alive. We were on the road. My old life, the stifling life, was behind me for the moment and if I ever chose to return to it—if—I could change the way it played out.

The thought was both energizing and terrifying. For a second, I could not draw a breath but his hand settled possessively on my hip and I found the air.

I fitted the length of myself to him and when he kissed my head, I turned my face, turning the kiss into something more than chaste.

“You don’t have to fuck me to make me feel better.”

“You don’t have to fuck me to make me feel better,” I countered.

And then he was removing the shirt he had just slipped over my head. I pushed him back. “I’m fucking you, remember?”

He laughed, it touched something in me, making me wetter than I was. Making me want him that much more. I straddled his lean hips, feeling—more than seeing—him under my legs, under my hands. I ran my fingers along the taut terrain of his chest, squeezed his biceps, felt the hardening length of his cock between my legs.

When I leaned over him to kiss him, he grasped my braid in his hand, holding me tight so he could assault my mouth with his. I sighed against his neck, moved my body so my pussy ground against him. This was all so languid and intimate and slow. It was like fucking underwater and I smiled in the dark.

I parted myself and slid the head of his cock along my slick opening without pushing down enough to let him in. I heard his breathing amp up, felt the ragged gallop of his heartbeat under my palm where I braced myself.

“Put me in you, Really,” he said.

“No,” I said, testing him.

I rocked my hips from side to side, adding friction and kissing him harder. I pressed my breasts to his chest and felt the heat that baked off of him in waves. I had been so cold and damp just moments before and now I felt feverish.

“Put me in you, Really,” he said again, his voice darker. His mood had sharp angles and edges that I could sense.

“No,” I said, pressing my lips against his ear. Licking the curved edge of his lobe, I rolled my hips so my pussy pressed to his cock and my body pinned him to the bed. I sat up just a bit, but he still held my hair. He was trapped under me, held down by my weight and my want.

Johnny tugged my braid and I gasped. He used it like a leash to reel me in so that I was right up close to him again. “Put me in, Really. Please,” he said. This time he was pressing his lips to my ear. He was whispering his words right into my mind.

It was the please I had been trying for. He thought he’d shown me trust before, and in a way he had. But asking me for something. Asking me with kind words and a soft voice. That was real trust to Johnny, I thought. And now that he’d given it to me, I could move forward.

I pushed the tip of him to me again—wet, I was so fucking wet—and lowered myself onto him. Those big hands of his claiming my hips as he filled me. His body pressing every secret buried spot I needed. I heard him say my name in a way I’d never heard before as I started to move.

Yeah, that...

There's something to be said for those unexpected moments when a fire that's always stoked gets a bit hotter and flares into full blown flames. Even if that unexpected moment is just a kiss. A stolen one. In the kitchen. While the mother-in-law sits at the dinner table with the kids, chattering and laughing.

Not a peck or a smooch, but a kiss. A hands in the hair, he's cupping the back of your head and it's like you've just started dating and can't help but touch one another kiss. A movie kiss. Yeah...that kind.

People ask me how I keep writing all this love and sex and romance stuff. I'm an old married fogie, right? The answer is easy. Stolen kitchen movie kisses and so, so, so much more.

XOXO
Sommer

I'll know a place...I'll take you there...

Now that we're feeling fine and groovy, I'll tell you that there are dual snippets from Take Me today at Victoria Blisse's blog! Two bits of a brand new steamy collection from Mischief Books. One from her story A Night in with the Boys and one from my Shattered. *whew*

What are you waiting for? Follow me. I'll take you there...

For more from Victoria visit her BOOK PAGE. 

XOXO
Sommer

Pretty mail...

Always gets me so excited. Feel free to take that any way you like.

Behold! Copies of Naked Delirium . My first appearance for Sweetmeats Press.