Sommer Marsden's Blog, page 94

Am I stopping by your neck of the virtual woods?

Woohoo! I am popping in on all my internet friends over the next two months. Why? Paranormallish goodness, that is why!

Somehow it worked out that September is zombie month and October is all about werewolves (and vamps). How that happened, I have no idea, but it's fine by me.

Here's what the schedule has shaped up to be thus far:

September, a month for braaaiiinnz…
9/19 Katie Salidas's blog Written In Blood. Chance to win the all 3 zombie books!
9/21 LUNATIC FRINGE RELEASES [and the villagers rejoice! The ones who haven't been eaten, that is…]
9/22 Victoria Blisse's blog. She has promised to be gentle. I'm a Blisse virgin.
9/23 Justine Elyot's blog Guilty Pleaures...guilty? moi?
9/25 Bronwyn Green's lovely blog where my lovely Bron interviews me and I think she is lovely because I am her stalker…
9/26 Cassie Exline's blog. I'm baaaaaaaaaack. Bring your axe.
9/28 Angell's blog. My first time ever!
9/29 T. Harrison's blog. Also a first. Awesomesauce.



October, the month to howl…
10/12 Rebecca Bond's blog. I hope Ellis and I don't shed…
10/14 Release day for BIG BAD!
10/15 Back at Katie's Written in Blood for Vampire Awareness month. I'll be talking about bloodsuckers in general and then maybe introduce Tyler Gent, my vamp from BIG BAD, with a snippety doo dah!
10/17 Aisling Weaver's blog because she wants da wolf!
10/20 Double time:
Erotica for All to chat about Big Bad
Kiki Howell's blog with the whole spooky crew. Big Bad and Lunatic Fringe.
10/25 Gemma Parkes's blog, Awhoooooo!
10/27 Back at T. Harrison's blog to scratch up her hardwood floors with our wolf claws.
10/30 Back at Cassie's for some howling at the Halloween moon
10/31 Drink heavily and steal candy from my kids.

Would you look at that? Wowza! Thanks to all my awesome hostesses. You rock, you roll, you do the zombie shuffle and the werewolf boogaloo!
XOXO
Sommer

I am coming soon...

Prolly because of this cover ;) This is the cover for my upcoming (next week!! 9/21) zombie exterminators book LUNATIC FRINGE. It's the 3rd one! I never thought I'd write one dirty zombie book, let alone three. I've become quite addicted to the characters if I'm totally honest.

It seems that pretty Noah has become a reader fave, so if that's the case with you, then this is your book. Noah is very much the star of the show.

And...I am currently plotting a zombie apocalypse as we speak! Okay, so it's a blog tour. Whatever. Potato...Pot-ah-toe.

Purchasing deets and blurb etc to come.!

XOXO
Sommer

For some twisted reason I adore...

this review. It's a good review! But I think was really tickles me pink (and black due to my very dark sense of humor) is the basis of the review is why the reviewer should really not like my novella Unexpected...at all. And yet, once she spells it all out point by point...she does!

Genius!

For a very different kind of review read the full post HERE.

XOXO
Sommer

It's that time of year...

Ass time! Alison Tyler's put out the third annual anal erotica collection from PTP, this year's is Smart Ass. My story Smokehouse is inside. I have to cop to this being one of my favorite stories in a long while. Something about it just resonated with me and stuck. All the little hairs on my neck stayed at attention the whole time I was writing it.

We're up for sale on ARe with Kindle and print etc to come.

To celebrate this asstacular selection, I'm including my favorite 'ass' movie snippet from Disturbia. It's the kind of play on words (Spanish or otherwise) that cracks me up...

Okay! I CANNOT STAND IT ANY MORE!

I am coming soon! (and is it any wonder? do you see that man? That is Ellis Bach. My werewolf. And you can meet him on October 14th. Mmm...Ellis Bach. The best sex I've ever had on paper. Did I say I? I meant Ruby, my character. *ahem*

Cover, you ask? Why Willsin Rowe of course. Was that even...a question?

Yum and yum and yay and woohoo! and...is it October yet?

To read more about the title go HERE.

XOXO
Sommer

Automagically gets some stars...

I've been sent a few reviews. There's this 4 star review from Myrtle at Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews...

"...that is the beauty of an author who has a wild imagination and a great sense of humor. "

For the whole she-bang go HERE.

And...

Four stars from Manic Readers too.

Tada! That is about as coherent as I get today. :) I had to fast for blood work this morning. I am now having my first cup of coffee. I have usually had three by now.

Happy Monday!

XOXO
Sommer

*pause*

for a moment today. And remember all those we lost and all those who helped save us.

Today, I plan to keep my family close today and be grateful that I have them with me.

XOXO
Sommer

FOUR YEARS...

Happy Anniversary to me! I mean us! And not the kind you think.

Since I was very little the 10th has been a hard day for me. Even if I didn't know what day it was (I worked two jobs and took a 17 credit course load in college, I often didn't know what day it was). Whether I knew the day or not, I usually had a rocky day on the 10th--it's the day my father died. So today is the 36th anniversary of that loss.

Though, it's eased with time and is less sharp and intense, things like that never really go away, if you ask me.

A few years ago the man and I decided we were done with the whole smoking business. For various reasons such as it was actually starting to effect my health, the money, our children (we NEVER want them to smoke) and on and on and on.

We had both tried multiple ways to quit and had never managed as he would become withdrawn, I'd become emotional and then it would all collide into me thinking we were going to end up divorced. I'd rather smoke!

So we decided, no bullshit. We needed to realize I would become emotional (and down right terrifying sometimes, I'll admit) and he'd become extremely withdrawn an we would NOT get divorced, we'd make it through.

So we quit cold turkey...on the 10th. We took that day hoping to turn it into something positive. I swear I never thought we'd do it. I am still shocked. I was that person who lit one cigarette with another. So to this day I'm still a bit gobsmacked that we pulled it off.

Now cigarettes are about six bucks a pack and up and every time I get that rogue craving for one, I simply remember what my clothes and hair smelled like (oddly I still thing burning cigarettes smell awesome. It's extinguished ones...not so much). How much money we spent. How my kids hated it. Those cravings last about two seconds.

So, if you're considering quitting...do it. It can be done. Trust me, if someone like me managed it, you can too. And oddly, one of my favorite things: when we're expected to get big snow here, I don't immediately start doing math in my head and focusing on if I have enough cigarettes to get through. And the figuring how I can get more if my math is off and I run out.

I can just...enjoy it.

Four years and counting. Happy anniversary to us. Woohoo :)

XOXO
S

And the winner is....

The lovely and talented Kiki Howell with her story Reunited. Fan favorite to be sure. Kiki will get a print copy of Gritty: Rough Erotic Fiction and something else. What that is depends on her list of favorite things. (p.s. I totally stole her author photo off her site. Isn't she adorable? I want that hair!)

Thanks to all who wrote a story for this little contest and to all the voters. We'll do it again soon. Maybe for someone's special birthday...like a 40th...which is swiftly approaching. Someone...ya know...someone who is *cough-me* going to turn the FABULOUS (dammit) 4-0...

Stay tuned.

Here's our winner:

Reunited by Kiki Howell

A worn gate called to Alina like a siren. In avoidance, her gaze traveled to where the sun glistened off the rust-colored bricks and white paint of the two buildings framing the passageway. The air was thick with the promise of the energy contained there. A place memory awaited her.

Being an empath, these residual hauntings were a way of life. She felt compelled to touch the chipping gray paint, so what happened on this spot some time ago would play for her like a movie clip. She gave in, if only to stop the sensation of being choked, of her very life being in peril if she didn't.

As her trembling fingers caressed the decorative post cap, waves of energy washed over her, overwhelming her with emotions and images. In her vision, the rain beat down, creating a small river over the cobbled ground, lapping at the feet of the couple who stood before her.

"We have so little time," whispered the woman, who looked so much like Alina she could've been a sister save for the period clothing.

"We've discussed this much. They're coming for me. There's no sense running, my love. Men, death will part us."

"Why won't you let me use my magick to save you? Please," she begged. While her tears were invisible with the rain on her face, Alina felt each one being shed.

No magick! This is my fate. I fear for my family should I alter it."

He hushed her by crushing his lips against hers as he pulled her to his body. Alina felt the weight of him and of his passion, along with the sensation of dying from a loss which hadn't even happened yet.

He pushed the woman up against the wet bricks, lifting her skirt. With her garters exposed, Alina's eyes were drawn to the tan of his hand juxtaposed to the creamy-white of her thigh. His fingers dug into her flesh for a second. Fiddling with his own garments, she saw his heavy erection spring free and abruptly enter the woman's folds.

Alina's inner walls pulsed. The woman chanted and cried out. The man's pants fell. His hard, rounded ass clenched and released.

"Stop the spell now!" he yelled, still trusting. He lifted her leg higher, and Alina could see his balls against her ass, he was buried so far inside her.

She cried, "Only ensuring…our spirits will meet again…in another life…until then…I will miss you…"

His growl echoed hers. Their bodies shuttered, and their dual climax stole Alina's breath until she felt faint.

A voice came from behind her, "Excuse me."

Sun replaced rain as she turned, the fire raging through her stomach searing her lungs.

"You alright?" said a man who looked like the twin brother of the man she'd watched fuck her look-a-like. Only, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt tight enough to show the hills and valleys of his chest.

She nodded.

"Do I know you?" he whispered.

there was an earthquake...

Life around here's been a bit of a joke lately. If you have a dark sense of humor, that is. There has been an earthquake, an aneurysm, a hurricane (no shit), biopsies (me), a back thrown out so severely he walks like an old man (the man), a tropical storm...and in the interim I was supposed to do a favor for an acquaintance. And I dropped the ball.

I flaked.

I am a bit of a hard-ass (on myself) and a perfectionist (about my word) so I freaked out. And the man started yelling: "There was an earthquake and a hurricane! Brain surgery and a storm! I threw my back out and you had your outpatient surgery procedure thingy and...jesus...who cares if you dropped the ball."

Which I explained in a darkly humorous beat-self-up, slightly buzzed late night email to Alison Tyler. Who promptly sent me this (she has a perfectly organized memory for appropriate movie clips it seems!). This made me giggle and snort for quite a while. A) It's one of my mom and dad's favorite movies and B) there really was an earthquake. I just hope the locusts don't show up....

Happy monsoon day. I mean Thursday. ;)

XOXO
Sommer