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Sunday...

So I finally wrangled CJ Lemire into a 1K/1hr. We've been trying to set this puppy up for weeks. And today [angelic choir] all the stars aligned. I was in a sweet spot in the book and in rare typing form so my 1K/1Hr turned into 2607/1hr. Which bumps my WIP up to almost 21K and frees me up for editing.

I'm super stoked about my WIP because I have unusual plans for it. A bit on the oddball side. But I think it will be super. Of course, given the strange nature of this project and how I'm going to go about it, it's one of my favorite things ever. Also, I'm doing something I've never done with a character in a full length work! Jeesh! Talk about unconventional lunacy.

So while I percolate on maybe doing another 1K/1Hr later today with CJ AND Aisling Weaver (if you want to join us keep your eyes wide on twitter), I am editing a book that is due like...yesterday! I love this book. I have never written a female lead like this before, but boy howdy, I feel like I am marching uphill waist deep in molasses on this one. Probably because of the time constraints and a Beta reader is waiting on it, but Lord! It's like one of those dreams where you're running running running...but staying utterly still.

Weird.

In other Sunday news, we might get some snow (Shyeah, right, I'll believe it when I see it), I'm going to let my kids skip their chores (because I feel like a rebel) and I am, currently at almost noon, still in pj pants and a FROG BROTHERS VAMPIRE HUNTERS tee courtesy of
Alison Tyler and a super thrift store score.

That is all. Have a rocking good Sunday.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. pic is in honor of a character I just introduced into super selfish secret project.

You could win 1 of 5...

Good odds! There's currently a giveaway for FIVE paperback copies of THE BEST OF SOMMER MARSDEN (who is me!) on Goodreads. Go HERE to enter. You might walk out with a dirty book.

Now if you will excuse me, I have a lot of Saturday dicking around to take care of.

XOXO
Sommer

Restless Spirit

is available early as an ebook on ARe! Print and Kindle and all that will be coming along in April as planned. But if you simply cannot wait. If you just cannot handle the time ticking by. If you are impatient in any way. If...well, if you are *like me*, let's face it...the good news is you can read it on your ereader early!

Woop! :) Newsletter subscribers look for Chapter 1 in your inbox later. And if you don't subscribe go that way ~~~~> to do so.

Go HERE for your own shiny new copy. And happy Friday. We shall celebrate with a prologue:

Prologue from RESTLESS SPIRIT by Sommer Marsden

He pulled me to him. Really pulled me. I slid across the crisp white sheets on my belly, randomly grabbing at folds of cloth as Stan pounded into me.

'Stay with me, Tuesday,' he said.

I knew he didn't mean keep up, or come with him, or fuck with the same enthusiasm. He meant don't go and don't go wasn't something I could consider.

'Shut up, Stan.'

I felt it curling like a flame in my belly, my pussy, my thighs. The flashing, pulsing heat that always means I'm going to come. When Stan got behind me and manhandled me, fucked me hard but said sweet words, it always worked me up. When his fingers dug into the meat of my hips and he moved like a man possessed, my entire being seemed to thrum with the pulse in my neck and my belly.

'Don't tell me to shut up,' Stan said, laying a hard blow on the flushed skin of my ass. But it only made it worse. It only made me worse.

I shoved my hand under my body, finding my clit with slippery fingers. I rubbed hard, way harder than I normally would if anyone were watching me. I thrust my body hard against my hand even as I tried to toss myself back against him. Impaling myself on Stan's big cock. Throwing myself back into his strong hands. The sexual version of the Nestea plunge, just giving up and hurling myself back into empty space. The unknown.

My pussy started to seize up around him and he grunted, 'Not yet, girl,' and pulled free of me.

I made a noise like something feral, but the world turned suddenly and he had me on my back. The bulk of him, six foot three-ish of huge man, hovering over me and prying my legs wide. Stan settled himself between my thighs, finding my slippery slit with his fingers and then his cock.

His mouth came down hard and sweet and needy. 'Don't leave, Tuesday,' he said again. 'Or take me with you.'

'Shut up, Stan,' I said again. And to help him shut up, I wrapped my legs around his thick waist, opened my body to him, tightened my cunt muscles and as an afterthought, I turned my head, sucked his big finger into my mouth and licked it like I always licked his cock.

Stan, good old Stan, hissed like a scalded cat and whispered, 'Christ.'

'Fuck me, Stan,' I said this time and he buried his handsome face in my neck and set about doing just that. His stubble scraped my flesh raw, his fingers bruised my skin, his bulk crushed the air out of me and it was perfect.

It was what I needed. To forget and to get lost. To open my body and close my mind and feel Stan's broad slippery cock ramming into me like he was punishing me, but in the most delicious way, for leaving him.

When he pinned my wrists down by my sides and damn near smashed me flat with his 200 plus pounds. When he sucked the whimpers and the moans off my lips and swallowed them down. When he ground his hips in that way he has and rocked from side to side. That's when I came.

'You're leaving me, Tuesday, aren't you?' he said.

'Honey, we were never really together,' I told him.

He sighed, his finger running over my dusky nipple making it stand up like some well trained thing.

'I know.'

'I know you do.' I brushed my fingers through his reddish brown hair and he flared his hand over my belly so the muscles twitched.

'Why, Tues?'

'I'm too fucking damaged, Stan.'

He didn't argue. Stan had been fucking me for months. And we'd been having this post coital back and forth for almost as long. He didn't argue because for the most part, Stan knew I was right.

When he left he threw his final say over his shoulder on his way out the door. 'You're not damaged, Tuesday. You're restless.'


Whew. Good morning.

XOXO
Sommer

Notes on the boob tube...

I have a book currently kicking my ass and a project I'm wooing and plying with liquor. So in lieu of an actual intelligent blog, I am just going to say this:

Re: Survivor Men vs. Women.


Not impressed with the men. What a bunch of weenies! I mean, to not even finish the competition. Wee-nies. That is all I'm saying. Even being buff and shirtless can't save them, because the moment they open their mouths I roll my eyes and think [weenies!].

Re: Top Chef Season 9

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Team Paul! That is all. He is just that good. And he's nice too. So what is not to like about Paul? Even when he gets super stressed or worried...he's Zen. You never see him lose his shit. And anyone who can do that is damn near a god to me. The girl who loses her shit on a regular basis.

There. I now return to my dirty book (two of them actually) and you can discuss weenies and how orsum Paul is. (Thank you Charlotte Stein for the use of orsum)

No discuss! You. Are. Welcome.

XOXO
Sommer

It's a winning week!

I'm happy to say I have two novellas in The Secret Library collection launching from Xcite in April. Wooohoo! Lucky you, you have a chance to win the *whole* collection. Score! Just click the image above or click HERE for a chance.

And the luck keeps coming because while you sit right there. Yes...RIGHT THERE (careful, in a moment I'm going to saw through a can with a knife to demonstrate how awesome this opportunity is), you can click on the image to your right and enter my giveaway for a chance to win a paperback copy of RESTLESS SPIRIT. Or...you can go down just one blog (*saw-saw-saw*) and enter to win the Valentine's Day giveaway.

Gasp! What a bargain for you. Just 19.99 if you call n---I mean utterly free to enter so click away.

Happy freaking...Wednesday. Jeesh. I had to think for a moment!

XOXO
Sommer

Happy almost Valentine's Day! (giveaway)

For Valentine's Day we're (me and some dirty author cohorts) celebrating a gorgeous sexy anthology, Absolute Valentines, brought to you by House of Erotica. Yay! Isn't it pretty?

Inside you'll fine my story Polly along with tales from Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett Knight, Vanessa de Sade and many others. Please note, my lovely cohorts listed above are also doing giveaways, so click, click, click those links, folks!

My tale's very simple. Sexy sex in the kitchen of a brand new house. Every home needs to be christened, if you will, and sometimes sex in a random room is the most stimulating sex of all.

"Bacon, bacon, bacon," Chuck sang softly. When he caught her looking at him he snapped the metal tongs at her and said, "That's the bacon song."

"You don't say?" Molly fed bread into the toaster as a piece of wood popped in the wood burning stove.

The room was toasty warm and the coffee they sipped at was blazing hot. Snow tapped at the window.

"Great song, ain't it?"

She couldn't help but smile. The butter knife dropped from her hand and she bent to pick it up. Molly yelped with the tongs clamped the hem of her mid-thigh length nightshirt and drew it up. "What do we have under here?" Chuck asked, his voice suddenly more serious.

"Nothing!" she chirped standing.

But he didn't drop her hem and when she looked in his eyes she saw they'd gone dark. "Exactly. Nothing. Keeping secrets, are you?"

"No." She shook her head, swallowed hard. The steady beat of her pulse had started between her legs and a rush of wetness surprised her. No panties to catch it, so the heated juices graced the tops of her thighs. Molly chewed her bottom lip.

"What's wrong, baby? You're blushing. Is something going on down there?"

The tongs disappeared and he began snatching all the crisp bacon from the pan before dropping it piece by piece on paper towel. When she grabbed the toast, Chuck came up behind her, pressing his body to hers he whispered. "Are you wet under that dreadful nightshirt, baby?"


I'll give away, in honor of this lover's celebration, a pdf (or alternate format) of COUPLING: Filthy Erotica for Couples*, because it just feels right. :) (*If you already have COUPLING, you are welcome to another book off my back list. No worries!)

All you have to do to win is leave me a comment and name a room. Which is the best room/place in your home where you've had super hot sex? No worries, you don't have to share details, just give me the room. But to make everyone comfy, I'll go first:

Once upon a time, the man and I were a young couple who rented the first floor of a very large, very old house. There was even stained glass in that joint. We had one baby and no mortgage and were getting back on track sex-wise after said baby.

That baby was totally unconscious in the other room and we started getting frisky on the sofa. Like I said, hey, we were getting our sex life back from good to scorching and never made it past the middle of the living room floor. Sprawled between the entertainment center and the sofa.

I still remember that sex. Hell, I can tell you what I was wearing. A babydoll cut yellow and orange striped sundress, white cotton panties and a pair of gold summer sandals. And my hair looked I'd licked a light socket when we were done. Ah...good stuff. Pardon me while I start singing Memories and start swaying in time.

Now you tell me your room and I'll draw tomorrow on Friday for a copy of Coupling. And maybe while you're at it, you should go buy a copy of Absolute Valentines for your valentine and get busy with your significant other in the middle of the living room floor. Or dining room table. Or the staircase. Or clutching the kitchen butcher's block like my character Polly. :)

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. don't forget to pop in here: Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett Knight, Vanessa de Sade

Read this book!

And then read it again. Okay, I don't know about read it again, but read the sequel. Which is what I'm about to do.

I fell ass backwards into this book and am so glad I did. I became an instant Stark groupie and have a serious hard-on (the girly kind) for Richard Kadrey's writing. I think I have a bit of a crush, to be honest. Any writer who can take a genre I don't (think) I like and make me love it and write the entire book in a way that I am completely able to visualize it...is fucking BRILLIANT!

Not once in this book did I have to try. I did not have to try and visualize or try and understand or try and follow the plot. It was fluid and damn near perfect and yeah, I'm a little jealous. Oh, and if you are a dialogue junkie, then this books is even more of a perfect fit for you. The dialogue is pretty much audible to your internal ear as you read.

If Sandman Slim were a movie, it would be my go to sick day, rainy day, lazy day movie. It would be the kind of movie I could recite verbatim. As it goes, I guess it'll be a 'slipper book'. Which I've blogged about before. That's what I call the books that live on my shelves that I grab when I want to read a good book but my brain is not up for new and unexplored territory. They happen to be my favorite books ever and this book is going right up there with them.

Read it! Why are you just standing there? Chop chop!

XOXO
Sommer

extreme makeover take two...

So you saw my updated cover for Restless Spirit (ebook due out this week, I believe) the other day. Now one of my favorite novels ever has gotten one, too. God, I wish this one had gone to print, LOL. I'd have loved to hold it in my hot little hands. 70 odd thousand words of sex of the month, best friend drag queens and hijinx. (I love using the word hijinx).

Behold the new cover for Calendar Girl. Ta and da! I think Jeffrey would totally approve. If you don't know who Jeffrey is, you need to read the book ;)

Love it.

XOXO
Sommer

Where in the world is Sommer Marsden?

I am in Waterstones York! according to the fantabulous Lucy Felthouse. And lookie there. I am smushed right up against one of my all-time favorite dirty authors Justine Elyot. In public!

Super. Happy Saturday. This made my morning.

XOXO
Sommer

UK readers often give me a big giant head...

That's 'a' big giant head. Not just 'big giant head'. Now that that's all cleared up let's take these two reviews for THE BEST OF SOMMER MARSDEN for example. (Note, should you want the Kindle version of this book for the US it's HERE ).

Yay! Thanks so very much to Sarah and Raunchy Reader for making my Friday :)

As for the picture, if you click it, it gets bigger. Boy, if I had a dollar for every time I heard that...heh.

XOXO
Sommer