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Sizzling Summer 2012: Smoking Hot Excerpt #2

Welcome to Giselle Renarde and her steamy series! And away we go with our summer entry number two. Huzzah! Pass the suntan lotion :)

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Duck Season! Wedding Season!
  Have we been introduced?  I’m Giselle Renarde.  Oh, my grandmother told you all about me?  She pointed me out as “the queer girl who writes naughty stories” and now you’d like to set me up with your lesbian niece?  Well, I have a girlfriend, but thanks for the thought and, yes, I’d love to spend the next hour hearing all about your Alaskan cruise and/or orthopedic surgery.  Why don’t you call your drunken husband over so he can provide loud corrections to all your stories?     
So… been to any good weddings lately?
Yeah, they sure are fun, aren’t they?  Maybe on the page more so than in real life.  But they ARE fun on the page, and you know what?  So is sizzling erotica.  That’s why I decided to start a series called Wedding Heat, combining the frantic joy of a wedding with the frantic joy of sex!
Have you heard of Wedding Heat?  The tagline is “Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle” and that’s a pretty good summary! 
Wedding Heat is a series of ebooks set at Maggie and Ed’s wedding weekend at a luxury wilderness resort.  There are storylines that weave their way through different ebooks, but for the most part each story focuses on different guests.  As we know, weddings are about so much more than just two people getting hitched.  The guests all bring their own baggage.  They’ve got stuff going on in their lives, or they’re looking to hook up, or their looking for a romance of their own.
For instance, the second book of the series (Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush) follows Irene, a girl from Maggie’s office, who happens to have a huge crush on a boy from Maggie’s office.  Of course, Irene’s having a hell of a time working up the courage to tell him she likes him, but she’s convinced it’s going to happen this weekend.  She’s talked him into sharing a room at the resort hotel, and she’s confident as hell until she spots him making out with some strange woman!  Just when Irene is convinced it’ll never happen, the beautiful stranger brings them together with the fine art of MFF ménage.
Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush is a popular little book in the series, so I’m going to share a little excerpt with you:
“Okay, pretty boy, take her from behind.”  Denitsa’s voice was warm as butter, yet commanding as an army sergeant’s.  “Lift her by the fishnets, bring her to standing.”
Brian’s fingers wove through the slits in the fishnets, tugging upward, encouraging Irene to stand.  Though she could hardly bear to pull her face away from Denitsa’s hot cunt, she forced herself to look down past her naked tits with their glossy peach nipples, down to where the bright red fishnets criss-crossed her own black bush.  The sight made her heart palpitate, and for a moment she wondered if she might die here today.  At least she’d go with a smile on her face.
“Find her pussy with your fingers,” Denitsa instructed.
Brian’s touch landed softly against Irene’s skin, following the curve of her ass down, down to where the heat was.  Irene gasped when he found her pussy lips through the fishnets, exploring slowly, striking her clit.  She turned her face to the side, setting her cheek against Denitsa’s juicy cunt.
“Is her pussy wet?” Denitsa asked Brian.  “Put your fingers inside and tell me how it feels.”
Brian wasted no time pressing two brave fingers up inside Irene’s slit, and she felt her eyeballs rolling back in her head with the sheer pleasure of it.  Without thinking, Irene pressed two of her own fingers into the overwhelming wetness of Denitsa’s cunt, feeling those valiant pussy muscles clamp down on her digits, then pulse and flutter.  She wondered if her own pussy was doing the same thing to Brian.
“There,” Denitsa cooed, already bucking her hips slightly to meet Irene’s invasion.  “How does that feel?”
“Hot,” Irene and Brian said in unison.  “And Wet.”
“Yessss.”  Denitsa growled now, scouring her clit against Irene’s cheek.  Irene had never felt so dirty, but she loved the idea of another woman painting her face with pussy juice.  “Now fuck our angel, pretty boy.  Put on a show for me.”
Irene wished she could see the expression on Brian’s face as he pulled his fingers from her pussy and replaced them with his cock, but she couldn’t tear her face away from Denitsa’s hot cunt.  All she could do was turn and suck the woman’s pulsing clit while she fucked Denitsa with her fingers.
Brian’s cockhead rested at the mouth of Irene’s slit, like it was waiting for the perfect moment to thrust inside of her.  “Oh god,” she said around Denitsa’s clit.  “Just fuck me, Brian.  Fuck me hard until I come!”
“She wants you to destroy her,” Denitsa said.
“Destroy me,” Irene echoed without releasing Denitsa’s clit from her lips.

***If you'd like to read more of Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush, you can buy it pretty much anywhere ebooks are sold
… like Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Wedding-Heat-Tw... eXcessica: http://www.excessica.com/books/index....
If you'd like to find out more about the Wedding Heat series, I encourage you to visit its site:
http://weddingheat.wordpress.com
*** Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to well over 50 short story anthologies, and author of dozens of electronic and print books, including Anonymous, Nanny State, Audrey & Lawrence, Ondine, Secret Confessions, and The Red Satin Collection.  Giselle’s book My Mistress’ Thighs: Erotic Transgender Fiction and Poetry received an Honourable Mention in the 2011 Rainbow Awards. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.
Giselle doesn’t wear dresses, not even to weddings.  The last time she attended a summer wedding, she wore a very presentable suit even though it resulted in this (recurring) conversation with her mother:  
Mom: Did you find a dress for the wedding?Giselle: No, I'm wearing a suit.Mom: Why don't you ask your sisters? I'm sure they have dresses you can wear.Giselle: No, I'm wearing a suit.Mom: Do you want me to take you shopping? We can look for a dress.Giselle: No, I'm wearing a suit.Mom: I'll buy you a dress!Giselle: No, I'm wearing a suit. (argh!)
-- Giselle Renarde  Canada just got hotter!
Visit me onlinehttp://donutsdesires.blogspot.comhttp://www.wix.com/gisellerenarde/eroticahttp://twitter.com/GiselleRenarde

If you hear the sound of weeping...

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wailing, or wild sniffling, it's because girl child graduates 8th grade today and now I have TWO high school students. *hiccup* *sniffle*

Congrats, girl child! We love you and are so, so, so proud!

Sizzling Summer 2012 starts today! Smoking Hot Excerpt #1 [and a GIVEAWAY]

From Victoria Blisse (and the crowd goes wild!).

Hey all, every Tuesday and Thursday through the summer of 2012 I'll be trying to feature a steamy (or sweet) excerpt for you to get a taste of some of the intense erotic flavors of summer. Hope you'll join us weekly to get a sample of something good. :)

Our first visitor is Victoria Blisse. Welcome, V! :) ~~~~~>


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Hi Sommer, thanks for having me over to play! I’ve got a few summer time stories out there but I thought I’d take this opportunity to introduce you to my Tasty Italian . 
It’s a book but the hero in the book, Carlo is very tasty indeed. Here’s the blurb: She wanted pizza, she got love.Fiona was bored with her life but she didn’t realise that simply deciding to visit the local Italian restaurant for dinner one night would change it forever. When she laid eyes on the fit, young Italian waiter she fell instantly in lust. Carlo returned that ardour but how could their relationship develop when he had to move back to his home in Italy?

And a hot, hot excerpt to get you in the mood:
“So where are you taking me? And will you have your wicked way with me there?”
“I am taking you somewhere very pretty and have many plans for your body. You'll like it all, though, there is nothing bad to happen.”Fiona chuckled and tried to explain that she meant the same as he said. He looked confused but accepted her explanation with a kiss.
“English is so funny, I do not think I will ever know it right.”
“I am English and I don't speak it properly so I wouldn't worry.”
The fields around Carlo's home were not all uniform and flat like those she'd seen speeding past her on the English motorway. They went up in one direction then sloped away in another. Trees and vines rambled in untidy lines of regimented chaos and even the greens seemed to be a deeper, crisper colour than the shades she knew from home. Carlo pointed out the different crops as they meandered along, vines on the flatter ground with some citrus trees and olive trees on the higher land. He explained how the crops gave them a varied income that kept his mother, brother and sisters in food and clothes.
"It does not look much," Carlo said, sweeping round his outstretched arm, “but it pays the bills, so to speak.”Fiona smiled. “It’s beautiful. Really beautiful.”
He led them higher into the hills and towards an inviting swathe of trees. She found the heat overwhelming. With her delicate, English rose complexion, she had started to feel like she was wilting. The cool shade of the wiry trees was balm to her heated skin and she happily sat down beneath the dark, dense leaves of an olive tree.“It is quiet here now. There are no olives to harvest so no one will find us.” Carlo looked at Fiona and raised his brows suggestively. She smiled and licked her lips. Before she’d even registered that he’d moved he was kissing her with great passion. She groaned and wrapped her arms around him, desperate to pull him closer and feel him all over her.
They’d not fucked since being in England. The mutual fumbling on the plane hadn’t counted in her opinion and she was desperate for him. She could tell by the heat and pace of his kisses and caresses that he had missed her too. He’d soon stripped her of her dress and she helped him pull off his jeans.“When you kissed me, that night in the car park,” Fiona whispered as she traced her fingernails over his thigh, “I went home and fantasised about sucking your cock. I need to really taste you now.”
“Okay! I am not going to stop you.” He winked.
Fiona giggled, looked up into his eyes and again licked her lips. She didn’t know quite where to start. Carlo was like a royal feast laid out in front of her. She wanted all of him at once but she settled for first pressing her pursed lips against the velvet softness of his rod. She opened her mouth until her lips completely enveloped his head.
He dug his fingers into her hair as she worked out her rhythm. She eagerly took more and more of his hardness into her mouth. He tasted subtly salty, like her favourite snacks that had her reaching back into the packet time and again. She couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted more and more of the taste and feel of his hot male vitality between her lips.He gently cradled her head in his hands and encouraged her to lavish affection on his dick. She felt cherished as well as in control. She was the seductress, the temptress. Feeling that was addictive. She knew she’d never tire of giving her man pleasure.
She wanted to taste him, to make him come between her lips but then deep inside her brewed a deeper desire, one that wasn’t going to be satisfied by flavour alone. She wanted to fuck and be fucked. She needed a release of her own.
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Just like Fiona I have very pale skin and so as much as I love to see the sun I like to hang back in the shade and keep out of it. One of my favourite summer memories is of the very first time I met my husband in real life. We met on the internet back in the late nineties when it was still a bit of a novelty and only a matter of weeks after we first typed to each other we arranged to meet in the flesh. It was early summer but the sun graced us and I remember our first kiss in my mum’s living room bathed in bright sunshine. I was sat in his lap but I promise I was completely innocent back then. No really, I was! We went for a walk a bit later through the local park. We stopped beneath a huge sycamore tree to cool off for a bit and kissed some more. He kissed me thoroughly. That thoroughly he got grass stains on his white jeans. Ahem. Yes, that was a beautiful summer’s afternoon.
Author Bio:Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and erotica writer. She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life. 
Website: http://victoriablisse.co.ukFacebook: http://facebook.com/victoriablisseTwitter: http://twitter.com/victoriablisse

Giveaway!
  I’m a big fan of Scarborough, a seaside town on the east coast of England. My Story Sweet Surrender is set there. You can win a copy of this teasing novella by leaving a comment on this post telling me your favourite snack to munch on the beach. Leave your comment by June 10th please. Good luck!

The Secret Library Guest Post: Lucy Felthouse

I'm posting this a bit early because I might not be able to in the a.m. This is slotted for tomorrow, but if you're here now, bonus! It's early :) Welcome to Lucy :) Let's see what tidbits of info she has to share about her work in The Secret Library...


Falling for your Own Hero
Something strange happened when I was writing Off the Shelf, for inclusion in The Secret Library. I fell for my hero. It's never happened before, and I suspect it's because I usually write short stories, and therefore don't spend nearly as much time with my other heroes as I did with the delectable Damien. It could also be because he's quite different to other heroes I've written. Usually, they're tall, muscular types that a large percentage of women would swoon over. Think Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Chris Hemsworth... you get the idea.
But Damien is different. He doesn't look like any of the male celebrities I fancy, nor does he look like he should be gracing the cover of a magazine. But I love him anyway. Why? Because it's so damn hard not to! He may be of average height and average build, with long curly hair and glasses, but he's still uber cute. He's super smart, and loves books and travel – he even works in a bookshop! He also has the most adorable dimples, is shy, and loves chocolate. He may not be a typical romance hero, but he is still totally and utterly swoonworthy.
Do you love him yet? I want you to, but not too much, because he's mine! ;) Or at least, he would be if he was a real person, and y'know, I didn't already have a boyfriend.
Here's a snippet from the novella, where Annalise sees Damien for the first time:
Annalise made a beeline for the travel section, but just before she got there she was stopped in her tracks. Impeding her entrance to the aisle was a man. And, judging by the flutter of her heart and the heat coming to her face, a very attractive one. Annalise watched him as she waited for her rational thoughts to catch up with what her body was telling her.
Seconds later, it became apparent they were in total agreement. The man – who, judging by his attire, was a member of staff – was indeed cute. He looked to be around Annalise’s age. He was taller than her, even though she wore heels, and he had a slim build. His long curly hair was tied back, and something about the way he was cradling a book in his hands made Annalise suspect she’d found a kindred spirit. He wasn’t the usual tall, muscular type she went for, but she hadn’t had much luck with those guys, anyway, so looking at someone a little different couldn’t do any harm, could it?
She continued towards the travel section before someone saw her acting like some kind of weird bookshop voyeur. Annalise figured the guy was new here. She came into this shop often enough to know the staff, and she’d never seen him before. She’d definitely have remembered him.
He looked up as she drew close, a pair of intelligent green eyes behind dark-rimmed glasses adding to the guy’s bookish appeal. His lips curved into a smile and he shuffled forward to let her by. Annalise gave a polite nod of thanks, moved past him and put her bag down at her feet.
Standing next to him as they both perused the shelves, Annalise caught the scent of his cologne. She had no idea what it was or how to describe it, but she did know it smelt totally divine. Almost mouth watering. Could this guy be any more appealing?
Reaching forward, Annalise grabbed a book from the shelf in order to distract herself before she got into trouble for sexual harassment. The two of them flicked pages in silence for a few minutes, until the quiet was suddenly broken by the sound of his voice.
‘Do you know,’ he said, quietly, as though they were in a library, rather than a bookshop, ‘I’ve quite forgotten myself. I’m supposed to be working here, and here I am browsing books and completely ignoring the customers.’
He closed the book he was looking at and slid it back into place on the shelf. Turning to Annalise, he held out a hand. ‘I’m Damien. I’m so sorry, I’ve only just started working here and I seem to keep forgetting that part. I blame the books. They distract me.’
Annalise looked down at his outstretched hand and thought how odd it was that he was introducing himself. Bookshop staff – nice as they usually were – didn’t often make a habit of approaching customers and partaking in formal introductions. Not to mention the fact he was wearing a name badge, so telling her his name was completely redundant. She slipped her hand into his and shook it anyway, not wanting to appear rude.
Want to fall in love with him for yourself? Then grab my first ever erotic romance novella, Off the Shelf, which appears in The Secret Library: Silk Stockings, from Xcite Books.
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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, House of Erotica, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. 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  
***** The Secret Library is a new range from Xcite Books which will appeal to the female romance reader market. Each book contains three specially commissioned novellas guaranteeing a satisfying and varied selection.
The story content is relationship led with a strong alpha male hero, a level of conflict and a climactic, explicit ending.
The covers are deliberately designed without visual imagery to be discreet. These books could be comfortably read in public, given as gifts and left on a bedside table.
The Secret Library contains six books with three erotic romance novellas in each: Traded Innocence – Toni Sands, Elizabeth Coldwell and K D Grace Silk Stockings – Constance Munday, Jenna Bright and Lucy Felthouse One Long Hot Summer – Elizabeth Coldwell, Penelope Friday and Shanna Germain The Thousand and One Nights – Kitti Bernetti, Primula Bond and Sommer Marsden The Game – Jeff Cott, Antonia Adams and Sommer Marsden Hungarian Rhapsody – Justine Elyot, Charlotte Stein and Kay Jaybee

Taking the weekend...

off. Maybe even Monday. Radio silence on the blog. So!...Have a super weekend. If you need a hot steamy read for the weekend, might I recommend one of the novellas listed below. A full length novella for 99 cents! How can you go wrong?

Answer: You can't!

As for the pic, I just left this place (in my mind). My m/m shifter book is rocketing down the highway toward its destination. Small towns, lakes, road trips, fresh starts, these are the things I keep revisiting in my books. I think it means the old wanderer/traveler part of me is restless. Might have to do some good daycations this summer. See some stuff, smell some strange air, stop at a gas station for a snack and to stretch my legs. Ya know, roam.

See you on the flip side! ;)

XOXO
Sommer

Nifty News Part Deux...

Now my novella The Highest Bidder (Xcite Romance), part of Xcite's The Secret Library, has been released as a standalone! It's 99 cents on Amazon (free for Prime Members) for a limited time. Nice cover, too, eh?

Blurbage:

Recent widow Casey Briggs is all about her upcoming charity bachelor auction. She doesn’t have time for dating. Her heart isn’t strong enough yet. But when one of their bachelors is arrested and she finds herself a hunky guy short, she employs her best friend Annie to find her a new guy pronto.

Enter Nick Murphy – handsome, kind, and not very hard to look at, thank you very much. And he quickly makes her feel things she hasn’t felt in a while. A very long while. Casey’s not sure if she’s ready for it – the whole moving on thing. But as she prepares to auction Nick off, she’s discovering that her first hunch was correct – he’s damn near priceless.

XOXO
Sommer

Nifty News!

The novellas that appear in The Secret Library volumes are being released as stand alones. Niftier news, my novella Taste It (Xcite Romance)is only 99 cents on Amazon for a short time. Here's the blurbage:

Enjoy a delicious erotic romance novella by bestselling author, Sommer Marsden.

Jill and Cole are competing for the title of Best Chef. The spicy, sizzling and heated televised contest fuels a lust in Jill she’d rather keep buried. She can’t be staring at the man’s muscles ... he’s her competition! During a quick cooking throwdown things start to simmer and it becomes harder and harder for Jill to ignore that she’s smitten in the kitchen. Cole’s suggestive glances and sly smiles aren’t helping her any. When fate puts her in his shower and then his chivalrous nature puts her in his borrowed clothes, there’s no way to deny the natural heat between them.
XOXO
Sommer

Happy to report...

That I got everything on my lazy long weekend list done. Except my toenails. Ah well, another day for that, right? I'll take sex and cider and lazing about over a home pedicure any day ;)


I am also happy to report that his wienerness had his anesthesia, teeth cleaning and teeth extraction (six of 'em) and is doing fine. He's high as a kite and I wish I was, too, because it cost me over five hundred bucks. I hope no one was expecting a Christmas present...

All kidding aside, he's doing well and will be much happier and feel much better without those rotten toofs. His breath will be much better too. At least it better be for that ticket price ;)

XOXO
Sommer

Happy Memorial Day...

Sunday...

Watching the man set up the smoker, sweating my ass off in the sun, listening to the Drive-By Truckers, anticipating a Woodchuck Cider...good stuff ;)

Happy Sunday!

XOXO
Sommer