Sommer Marsden's Blog, page 82

A pound...

That's how much lipstick a woman eats per year. I've read it here and there, and obviously it's an estimate, but damn. A POUND. If you are a regular reader a)thank you and b) you know I'm GF which means gluten free. And I have found in the nearly endless research into this fun little bubble of existence called Celiac, that it's the stuff you're not paying attention to that is leaking gluten into your diet. Like your lipstick.

So last night, after catching up on a year of The Celiac Diva on my iPad (so much fun. Felt very decadent!) I decided to peruse Red Apple Lipstick found on her site. And...well, I paid the most I've ever paid for a tube of lipstick (thank you two glasses of wine and the ease of online paying). However, I'm a loyal lipstick kind of gal. I find a shade I love and just stick with that puppy until it's done.

My shade-to-be is SECRETS. Not sure what I love most: that it's gluten free, that it's pretty or...the name.

But it's not a secret, because I'm telling you!

So if you are GF like me or suspect you are gluten intolerant or whatnot, then check them out. Or maybe you just want a kick ass red. There is a red on that site that looks to die for. I can't war red, it makes me look like I'm bleeding out of my mouth, but those of you who can pull it off, go check it out.

When I get the shade in my hot little hands and on my greedy little lips, I'll report my final verdict. Very exciting. I feel all girly!

It's Thursday right? Yeah, it is. Happy Thursday! I have a book I'm working on among other things. As usual, I feel three steps behind, but thanks to my New Year's promises to myself I'm remembering to breathe and do what I can. Minus the spazzing and nervous breakdowns.

XOXO
Sommer

And the Universe, she laughs...

Recently, I bought myself brand new, smoking hot, honest to goodness running shoes. The kind I've been jonesing for the whole time I've been doing this on again, off again love affair with running.

The week they came I was so dizzy I couldn't run. My vertigo was off the chart. I was nauseous. (All gallbladder related FYI). So brand new pimped out shoes--no running.

And the Universe, she laughs.

I got an iPad for my 40th birthday and used Christmas money to buy myself a Bluetooth keyboard. The goal was to get the fuck out of this house several times a week and be mobile and write. But you say, "Sommer, you have a laptop!"

Yes. I also have a bladder the size of a peanut and do not trust people as far as I can throw them. So...I had to pack up my laptop every time I had to pee when working mobile. MUCH easier to do with an iPad and a tiny keyboard than a laptop. You can point to Aisling Weaver and a lunch we had one day as the devil that done made me do it.

I coveted. I got.

Now the part that's ironic. Since I got my hands on these nifty toys, I've been too sick to really go and work anywhere. I don't trust being out and about alone that long.

And the Universe, she laughs.

I was going to get both my kids in school and then be a full-time writer and stop homeschooling. That's why we moved here. And I managed it for a good stretch. But I am right now researching homeschooling for the oldest. The school he is at is worse than the ones we moved here to avoid. It's wearing on his health. I will be a full-time writer, a full-time mother and apparently now, a full-time teacher/school principal/warden

And the Universe, she laughs.

But! I wear my fancy running shoes on short walks of the wiener with the man for now. Tell myself I'm breaking them in. I am writing this blog from my sunny bedroom (where I am about to take a nap thanks to pain induced lack of sleep) for a change of scenery. Just me, my iPad and my tiny keyboard and a pool of winter sunlight. AND I am researching the final steps of setting up homeschooling to try and improve my son's physical and emotional and mental health.

The Universe, she may laugh, but me...I adapt.

This is the year for me to pull my shit together and focus. Not make myself insane but keep my mind clear on what I want. I spend a shit ton of time worrying about and explaining what I don't want. Fuck that. I'm just going for what I DO WANT and the rest will fall by the wayside.

Now if you'll excuse me, that bitch of a gallbladder is actually behaving. I'm going to roll over in this patch of sun and snooze for a few minutes.

XOXO
Sommer

Woohoo stuff for 2012

I already have some woohoos. Go figure. Ready? Set...Go!

1. This spectacular review for COMING TOGETHER WITH SOMMER over at BlogCriticsBooks.org by Lucy Felthouse. Where...among other nice things...this is said:

"Overall, Coming Together: With Sommer is a fun, imaginative and sexy read. Marsden is erotica royalty and never disappoints, and this novella is no exception..."

Wow! To read the full review, please go HERE. And if there's one book I'd like to push right now, it's this one. Please buy this book. Not a penny goes to me or anyone else. Every cent of your purchase goes to The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. Very near and dear to me. [thus ends sales pitch].

2. WE KILL DEAD THINGS made Stacey's Top Five for 2011 over at Sizzling Hot Book Revi ews. Pretty awesome for a series I didn't think anyone would read. What with them being erotic novels that revolved around zombie hunters who killed already dead things for a living. Score! And thanks to Stacey, of course, for liking them! :)





3. I said it yesterday but I'll say it again. I fell ass backwards into being a finalist in the Xcite Awards. So vote for your favorites before St. Valentine's Day. Whether it be me or the stiff competition I'm up against.

4. Another December Ink short went up yesterday. An oldie but a hottie (and a fave in the humor department) called Get Me, Got Me, Good. This erotic romantic comedy is available at ARe, Bookstrand, 1 Place for Romance and on Kindle. Ta and da.


I think that's everything. Happy um...Monday. Yeah, see, I've lost track of time.

XOXO
Sommer

What a way to start the year...

Somehow someone/s voted me in for the Xcite Awards. And somehow I became a finalist for category two. First, thanks so much. You rock and roll! :) Secondly, just click the giant badge to vote if that floats your boat. Or go HERE.

Happy New Year, all. Let's hope this year kicks all kinds of serious ass-age.

XOXO
Sommer

The Top 12 Sex Books of 2011...

According to Violet Blue and December Ink's gots one! woohoo!

Thanks to Violet and all of you who've read Gritty: Rough Erotic Fiction. For all who bought it, rated it, and commented it on it in 2011...You rock. :)

XOXO
Sommer

Fresh Ink...

It's been a while :)

On The Sly is now up at ARe, Bookstrand, Smashwords and winging it's way to Kindle.

Faith has a bit of a run in with her morning coffee. Good thing it's only her and James in the office. Handsome James. Sexy James...Surely she can clean up lickety split on the office bathroom without him noticing. Yeah they've been flirting hot and heavy since she started, but he's a gentleman. And though its forbidden, popping in the office shower'd really be no big deal...right? It's not like anyone might walk in on her or anything...

For ADULTS ONLY

Ta and da. Happy New Year's Eve-Eve.

XOXO
Sommer
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long or short?

I tend to write short chapters. Not short like James Patterson--which can, let's face it, no shit, be like a page--but about five or six pages. I used to have an editor who would get very distraught over this. They're too short! They're so short! OMG! They're sooooooooo short...

And so on.

Now I just do it anyway. And here is my reasoning. When I am reading a really good book and want to sneak in just one more chapter before my (________) fill in the blank...I like short chapters. Whether it's errands or writing or cooking dinner. Whatever! The point is, if I rifle the pages and see it's only four pages well...come on! it's only four pages. Who cannot sneak in four pages? I certainly can and bonus: I feel like I'm getting away with something.

So are you a writer? Long or short chapters--do tell! Are you a reader? Do you like long or short? Inquiring nosey ass minds want to know.

XOXO
Sommer
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Spotted...

by Lucy Felthouse's man at Waterstone's in Leamington Spa. Haha! Awesome. Big kisses to him :)

Just like this: XXXXXXXXXXXXX

Have *you* seen me? Show me yours I'll kiss you in public.

XOXO
Sommer
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Where in the world is Sommer Marsden?

who is me! This lovely awesome fantastical picture is from Saskia Walker who took it in "Waterstones in Scarborough, North Yorkshire". Oh. Em. Gee.

So, if *you* happen to see me, especially my new book The Best of Sommer Marsden, I'd love if you'd shoot me a picture. I'll put it on my blog with your little snippet and a link to you if you have a blog.

Sounds fun, yes? Woohooo! Yes!

XOXO
Sommer[image error]

Looooooook....

what came in the mail! So pretty. *sigh*. My new collection from Xcite. Of course it's all the other awesome places too. Amazon, ARe, B&N and so on...and so on...and so on.

Woop!

XOXO
Sommer