and the one titled

Drunk Hon. Though I wasn't. But I'm about to be. Happy Halloween, hons! Night...

XOXO
Sommer

It's hard to rock a house coat...

But away we go. Happy Halloween, hons!

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. Not sure if I'm a hon or Divine! haha. Wonder Woman was waaaaaaaaaaaaay more flattering but not nearly as much fun!

Have a Happy Halloween and enjoy your...

Hey, I have those socks! I might have to pull them out for later. After we go out for candy. When it's time for my tricks and treats. Heh heh.

XOXO

Sommer the Hon

final day to Boo!

...me and tell me your ghost stories for my Halloween giveaway. Today is your last day to tell me of the ghost cat on your block or the former landlady who still turns off all the lights at a specific time. Or just the time you knew someone else was in the room with you but when you turned...*gasp!* no one was there. Share, share, share.

Perfectly spooky photo block from this store on Etsy. I love it. My kids would kill for that down in the living room on the wall with the cluster of work (crows, angels, cemeteries etc.). I might have to put it on my birthday list. Gosh, a month from tomorrow I will be older. Guess it's better than deader, yeah?? ;)

We're taking off for a party in a bit, band of misfits includes one Cleopatra (girl child), one Sheldon from Big Bang Theory ("Bazinga!"-boy child) and one Baltimore House Hon (moi) and the man for security. Heh.

Happy Halloween, everyone! Hope you have a perfectly spooky day!

XOXO
Sommer

Lyric Whore Strikes Again...

I blogged once upon a time when I lived in the land of I-only-have-a-myspace-blog that I was a lyric whore. That's right, I called myself a lyric whore. Because I am. You can win me over with lyrics any day. Even if I don't like your voice, or your band, or your hair, or the swagger when you walk, if you have good lyrics, lyrics that speak to me--I will bend to your will.

True Story.

Which brings me to the song above. It is none of the bad and all of the good. I like all aspects of John Doe's voice. I like his hair and his shirt and his swagger. I love Cindy Wasserman's voice, too. And if you indulge me for a moment, hit play, listen to the words they are singing for you, you will hear how most really good relationships play out. It's not always pretty or easy or fun, but it is intense. If you're really in love, need someone, breathe them in during the day and then keep them in your heart all through the night...this is sort of what it sounds like.

This song just blew my mind and stole my heart. Back to my wolves.

XOXO
Sommer

and by "little" i mean huge...

I have had a game plan in mind for writing. A general one, but still a plan. A plan as far and as my meager planning skills go. Here it is: I wanted to get in a lot of books and be on some important sites and really write my ass off. And then I would back off of being in everyone else's books and focus on mine.

Simple, right?

I thought so.

So, I've done that. I have a bookshelf upstairs filled with books edited by some of the best of the best and I am so beyond proud to be in each and every one of them! But this year I started to focus more on my work. All of my multiple projects (I am a glutton for chaos). That means less submitting to the calls for submissions that go out and more time spent on me. And it's been great! Plus, I'm still getting into anthologies, but I'm not making a point to submit to every single one that goes out. No. Big. Deal.

Until I started rearranging my side bar to make it current. I had less books in the Coming Soon section than I have in ages. That was when I had a little panic attack despite the laundry list of upcoming releases and awaited projects. And by 'little' I mean big. Big, huge, my god I have not turned myself inside out and hit every call panic attack. See, for about a year, I did both. All the calls plus balls to the wall working on my own stuff. It was too much even for a 24/7/365er like me.

It will be fine, though. Right. Sure it will. No worries here. I just have to breathe. Focus on my expected books and novellas and be more selective about what I feel like I can accomplish. Be a bit more realistic.

But I'm a million mile an hour girl, and I admit, I'm still freaked out a bit. And by a bit I mean...well, you get it...



XOXO
Sommer
p.s. The book I'm working on now is werewolves, so the super cool, super hot Haven sent me the song "Of Wolf and Man" by Metallica. So, I went and found this to let you hear what's been running through my head today as I worked.

Just find your sense of rhythm and timing perfect...

This just in, my very first email arrived from a reader about my Ellora's Cave Quickie CORPOREAL. As you can imagine, I'm tickled pink.

...LMAO! Just find your sense of rhythm and timing perfect, keeps the story clicking along so you feel like you can't get your breath but you have to keep reading! Just loved this story, wonderful!

K.A.

I love it when I make it so you can't get your breath and have to keep reading. It is, in fact, what I live for. Thank you for taking the time to email me, K. I love to hear from people. It makes me all giddy and girly and blushy. Which is always fun to get the blood flowing.

XOXO
Sommer

I have...

...three robes. A red one he bought me our first Christmas together, a blue short silk robe I bought and a kimono. But when I'm cold and not feeling super great-or just totally wiped out like today-I reach out for a robe because I'm chilly and... still end up with his. After fourteen years, his robe is way better than any of mine. And there are few things that can rival the smell of him. I'm just saying...

XOXO
Sommer

Kinky Kindle (and more)

Yay, Kinky For Christmas went live on Kindle! (wow say that only half awake with less than a cup of coffee in you) For less than a fancy coffee drink, you can have two of my favorite Christmas stories ever. Originally run for the holiday at Ruthie's Club, they're now only available together in this mini-volume.

KFC (heh) can be purchased for your Kindle, in multiple formats at Smashwords and from the lovely folks at 1RomanceEbooks.

blurb:

KINKY FOR CHRISTMAS brings you two tales of holiday heat.

In "Accosting Santa", Abigail Halpern wants a nice quiet Christmas Eve alone. Instead of attaining peace and her favorite dinner, she spies a false Santa creeping through her neighbor's yard. Her single-mom neighbor with a small daughter who Abby happens to adore. So, she does what any woman would do, turns spontaneous hero and tackles the stranger. Turns out, he's there for a very good reason. And when he's done his good deed, this particular Santa ends up making Abigail's snowy Christmas Eve hotter than her little fireplace ever could.

In "I Can Stuff Your Stocking", Prudence has to prove that she's still fun! The divorce didn't suck all the life out of her, did it? When she finds herself in line at the mall to prove her "fun-ness" by sitting on Santa's lap (plus there's a ski trip as a prize!) she doesn't think it can get any worse. Until she finds out the Santa is her ex-husband Jack. But it isn't as bad as it seems because this faux Santa might have a van instead of a sleigh but he remembers how to jingle her bells and sugar her plums. Jack's out to prove to Prudence that things can still get hot for them no matter how cold the weather.

It's never too early to treat yourself to something shiny and nice. Okay, and dirty, too.

XOXO
Sommer

a few marks for remembrance...

So I saw Eric standing for the first time tonight as we sat, sipping wine, watching True Blood: The Complete First Season (HBO Series)

Mmm...I have to say, as it stands we are #1 Eric; #2 Sam; #3 Bill; but I admit to a secret thing for that lesbian vampire. Whew.

Given the chance, as I've said, I take the lycans over the vamps. But I love a good vamp, no lie. I've even written about them. Because if you know anything about me from my blog, you know I like a good sharp bite and a few marks for remembrance.

XOXO
Sommer

eep!

I'm so excited. The mailman brought me a mailing envelope and in it were these books! My story Still Life is in Best Women's Erotica 2010 (one of the most intense things I've ever written) and my story Satisfaction Guaranteed is in Peep Show: Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists (one of my favorite male characters, poor baby).

They are both fabulous and beautiful and chock full of cool people like Alison Tyler, Heidi Champa, Emerald, Elizabeth Coldwell and Craig J. Sorensen. Wooohoo! I'll be toasting my pretty books after dinner!

XOXO
Sommer

And as your side?

We are adventurous eaters here at Camp Marsden. We try new things, make our kids try new things and generally keep an open mind about cuisine. Something that has amped up since the whole gluten-free life for me thing started. Last night at dinner, we had homemade corn tortillas (the man has perfected these for me, no lie!), fajita style beef, guacamole, sour cream, cheese etc. Someone said something about an unusual food (being Bizarre Foods and No Reservation fans around here) and boy child, who is a natural comic and can riff on anything, said: "Yeah, Dad's serving barbecued parrot with a side of leper."

Dead. Fucking. Silence.

"I think he means leopard," said cool as a cucumber, gifted and talented, unflappable girl child.

And then all you could hear for about six minutes straight was a cacophony of laughter. All night long. Would you like a side of leper with that? I think they serve that with a side of leper? Can you pass the chips, I want to reheat my leper...

Ah, it is the little stuff that makes me happy. Like when my sister thought the song was "Burn to Death" not Bernadette or the guy at my office thought it was a Christmas Reef or...well, you get the picture.

It's raining and cold and I am busting hump on this new book. I'm excited for lunch. I'm having a reheated tortilla, some beef, and a little smidgen of leper on the side...

XOXO
Sommer

Craft Whore!

Boy does Amazon have me pegged. They sent me a notice for the Big Green Book of Recycled Crafts ( Leisure Arts #4802) today and I am coveting. I make a huge amount of crafts for the holidays. My hat box photo boxes are still talked about. You think I'm kidding because my fame (hahaha ha!) comes from being a dirty girl. But I am also a crafty girl. I am both. I am in fact a craft whore! And I want this book.

Do you see what I see (she says as she starts making a list of stuff to be made for Christmas)? A wine bottle cozy/gift bag made from a upcycled sweater! I mean...they had me at wine.

This is going on the birthday list. For sure.

XOXO
Sommer

My Dirty Monday: Symphony Rhapsody

Symphony Rhapsody ( Purple)

Evolved. I can't say enough good things about what I've seen from them so far. I really liked the Rhapsody a lot. I like the pretty shiny, candy color and the fantastic packaging it comes in. The slick bad-ass tin is really a fetching way to store a toy and there's something about the shiny red box that makes you feel like a rock star when you undo the clasps to open it. The Rhapsody is sleek and soft to the touch and super duper quiet just like the Fleur-De-Lis Silky G. Both toys were amazingly powerful for being so discreet. How do they do that?

The Symphony Rhapsody is waterproof--always a perk--and has three speeds. My only dislike is that tacky texture of it. I believe it's a rubber blend, almost with a jelly feel (though not jelly). I much prefer the silky silicone slide of the Fleur. But that is, overall, a personal preference and has nothing to do with anyone but me. I know people who die for the fleshier feel of some of the rubber/jelly-like toys.

The Symphony Rhapsody's three happy speeds will have you crooning in no time. Hey, you can even sing in the shower with this one. So far, Evolved is rocking my world. The Armor Piercing Bullet was a hit, as was the Fleur (still a personal fave) and now with the Symphony Rhapsody, well, the beat goes on. Happiness in the key of O.

XOXO
Sommer
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instant addiction

Seriously. I have been stalking and waiting and checking to get my hands on this series. We got the premium package a while ago but no season ones were available and I could not start a series in a chaotic way. Hey, I'm a bit flaky and wild and can be not so linear but I do NOT start a series out of order. Shows, movies or books!

May I just say, I woke up singing the theme song in my head. And it inspired me to kick off my Sunday morning with a...uh...bang. Nothing says lazy Sunday like dirty mussed sheets, am I right? And I also cannot wait to jump into episode 4 tonight. And I love Sam, he makes me hot. And...um...DON'T SPEAK A WORD THAT WOULD GIVE ANYTHING AWAY! I am walking around with True Blood blinders on until I'm all caught up. 'Cause I'm a sucker for sexy vamps (ba-dum-dum-duh! Thank you, I'll be here all day!)

XOXO

Sommer
Here. We need to hear this song again.

Argh, bend over, matey!

Okay, so if it were these two telling me to bend over...hey, we could negotiate. But the point of this post is that I have found my first real case of my work being pirated.

Don't worry, don't worry. The place has been notified in all respects. The fancy words like copyright infringement have been flung about and I'm sure it will get worked out. After all, it is a big internet (is this not the term we have been instructed to call it now? I now 'web' is dead) and shit gets messed up, lost, stolen, hijacked and redone. So...

I have to admit, though, a very very very very tiny drunken toasting with man after the release of my new book yesterday had a tiny tiny tiny flash of "Moi? Pirating moi?" [blush]. And it only lasted for a second. I guess in my mind, if someone would take a few moments to even do that, then I must be a good writer. Right?...Right?

Bottom line, I give away loads of stuff, including review copies when my publisher allows. I send buttons and book copies and postcards and candy and...well, you get the picture. So, instead of ripping me off for a copy of one of my books, invest in reading my blog, hanging out, commenting on a post now and again and chances are you might get lucky. With a book or a prize. Not with me. Well, unless you're those boys up there. Then we'll talk.

Speaking of free books, there's still time. Did Uncle Nelson come to play his old phonograph on his 100th birthday though he'd been dead for twenty years? Did a long lost lover appear out of the mist when you played your song on the day of his death? Or did some big ass shadow just scare you so bad you wet yourself and you don't have any clue what it was? And don't want to know! Any or all of the above could win you a copy of The Seekers ~ Collection: A Short Story Anthology in paperback and some sweet treats to nibble while you read. Tell us your ghostly tales and you could walk away with some booty. No eye patch required...

XOXO
Sommer

[gasp]

And there I am. Here is a surreal and gorgeous screen shot~





Corporeal is up. Live! Heh, live. That's funny. Anyway, there I am. I have waited and waited and waited and now I have forgotten every damn thing I was going to say. Hell. But, it sure is pretty! Yay!

That will have to do. That is my super coherent blog for the day. "Yay". And here is the blurb:


Nix Matthews inherits an old farmhouse from her long-lost cousin twice removed. Or something like that. What she doesn’t know is that it comes with a resident ghost.

Thanks to a sudden summer storm, a well-placed bolt of lightning and a stubborn streak a mile wide, Nix gets to meet her ghost up close and personal. Turns out Grant died looking for true love and is now determined to make up for lost time in the romance and hot sex departments. Nix is more than willing to help him. They can worry about the whole should be dead thing later.


XOXO

Sommer

You really need to...

Read this book! Seriously. I finished No Doors, No Windows: A Novel last night and wanted to turn back to page one and start again. It has been--oh, let's just say it--a crappy year on the book front for me. For every book I've read that I've told you I liked, there have been six I stopped reading. And one--goodness, help me--that I stuck out to the very end and read and then wanted to just...run headfirst into a wall because I had wasted two weeks of my life slogging through it. I kept hoping for the writer to redeem himself and...nope.

Lucky for me this book was the complete (and blissful) opposite of that book (aka the worst book ever or the book that would not die). No Doors, No Windows grabbed my by the throat from the first page. And it didn't let go until the end. I was massively impressed with the plot, I was (I'll admit it) spooked and on edge a few times-and I don't spook easy, and I was completely enamored with Joe Schreiber's talent at writing a damn good book. It is a book that I would only lend out under penalty of death. It's living on my shelf. And it will be read again. And again. And probably, knowing me when I find books that resonate with me...again. Repeat as necessary.

I'd like to thank Joe Schreiber (who I do not know in the least but think would totally be a great guy to sit and have a (gluten free) beer with) for a 120% non-sucky book and the best reading week of my year thus far!

XOXO
Sommer

one

day to go for my new book Corporeal! Just one, that means tomorrow. How many? One. Numero Uno. The big cheese. We're number one! The Big O! Wait...that is an orgasm. But still, I like it, I'm going to leave it.

Wow. I can't believe it's tomorrow. And as my blog readers breathe a huge sigh of relief that I am done this countdown, I say...hey! tomorrow I am an Ellora's Cave author and also..hey! this time I counted...well, I counted right.

Alert. The. Media. ;)

XOXO

Sommer

I would dance with danger if...

he were dancing with me! Whew! My brand new froggy friend Desiree Holt has a smoking hot release today. Dancing With Danger is available now from Ellora's Cave. Here is the blurb:

Rachel Windsor knew nothing about Gabriel Peralta except that he was walking sex appeal. He blew into her life without notice, here today then always gone on a puff of wind. But each time he appears, he does things to her body that even her fantasies haven’t conjured up, driving her to orgasms that shake her like a raging storm. His mouth knows every inch of her body. The imprint of his intimate kisses linger long after he disappears.

Now he’s back again, his life unexpectedly on the line. But even in the danger zone his sexual demands are more scorching than ever and this time, Rachel is determined not to lose him—or the erotic lifestyle that binds them.

If that tickled your fancy, you can read an excerpt here. Make sure there's ice in your freezer. Or your pants ;) Heh. Sometimes I crack myself up.

XOXO
Sommer

two

...more days till Corporeal is out! Wohoo!

Today's number is two. Speaking of two (love this shoddy segue), last night I had not one, but two works on two different Amazon lists. Lucky 13 was number 87 on the top 100 of erotica anthos. That damn near blanked out my mind, but then I scrolled down and Lightning Rod was number 55 in the top 100 on Kindle for Ghost fiction!

And no, I did not have a clear enough head to take screen shots. Damn!

I have never even noticed ranking, probably because I have never ranked. But there I was ranking twice in one night. I wish I had stumbled on it earlier because I have no idea if I was up any higher. Bottom line is...I don't care! I had a rank!

That may seem like no big deal to most of you, but I never thought I'd hit any list, so I'm not actually touching my seat as I type this. Lucky 13 fell off the list as quickly as she clawed her way...I mean as quickly as she appeared. Lightning Rod is holding strong at #64. Makes sense. He's armed. Lots of people are afraid of lightning.

Did I mention two more days to Corporeal. What do you mean, yes, yes, you crazy woman, you did...Two. Days. Eep!

three

days to go! Three nymphs, three sisters on Charmed, three French hens, the trinity, three blind mice...I'm out.

I am definitely vibratey at this point. The only thing that settles me is working on this book I'm working on. And I have the sniffles and sneezes...again. But we are not even going there.

XOXO

Sommer

*whew* is it hot in here?

Red hot, might I say? The ever-loveable Saskia Walker has a brand-spanking new collection, Unleashed, out today with eXcessica. Yay for her! And my favorite story is inside. Yay for me! I mean, really...have you ever read "Sign Your Name"? It is worth the price of this book alone. And it's only one of twenty tales. So no matter how you look at it, it is a steal. Go here to steal yours or to your favorite ebook vendor.

Molly stared at the pen in his hand, immediately aroused and self-aware. The key to her kink was right there in his hand. She liked to be written on-in fact it aroused her to the point where she could come from that act alone. This was the time to show him, then she could see how he would react.

She took a deep breath. “Tell you what…” Her voice sounded shaky, and she hated that. She didn’t want this to go wrong. She wanted him. Badly. “Why don’t you give me your number? It’ll be better that way. Really, I promise.”

Before he could question her, or show doubt about why she’d said that, she shoved her forearm out across the counter between them, pulling up the sleeve of her top. She ran her finger up and down the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of her forearm. “Write it…here. Please.”

Would he laugh at her? One corner of his mouth was still lifted and stayed that way. He toyed with the pen, his eyes assessing. Her breath was trapped in her throat. A moment later he slowly moved one hand and held her wrist down on the counter with it, while he began to write on the spot she had indicated with the other.

His hand around her wrist was warm and strong, sure. And then-oh. The pressure he applied through the ballpoint on her skin made her nerves leap, the sensation chasing itself up her arm and through her body, flooding her with arousal. She bit her lip.

He looked up from the place he was writing and back at her. She could tell he’d sensed this wasn’t just about exchanging numbers. A needy moan escaped her lips.

He stared; one eyebrow lifted, the pen, also. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” She could barely get that one small word out, and when she did, it was with a breathless, relieved sigh. “I like it.” She shrugged. “It makes me really hot. I’m wired weird. I just wanted you to know. Up front.”

She snatched her arm away, bracing herself for the disbelieving laughter, the snide remark. Tension hung in the air between them, seemingly endless. Then he looked down at the countertop. What was he thinking?
He glanced up. “Kinky girl, huh?”

She stared him directly in the eye, her heart beating fast as she braced herself for rejection. “Does it bother you?”

“Quite the opposite,” he replied, and flashed her a grin. “If I know what turns you on, it gives me power… and it just so happens I like to be in charge.”

God. Where is my fan? Alison Tyler sent me one once. A pretty paper fan. I could sure use it right now.

XOXO

Sommer

four

days to go. Okay, I am officially getting tingly over my release at Ellora's Cave. Corporeal is one of my favorite works I've written this year and I can't wait for it to be unleashed into the world. Did I say unleashed? Gosh, that sounds sort of evil queen-ish, I meant released. Heh heh.

And can I tell you how bad I covet these champagne flutes? One for each season. Anyone want to buy them for me? Sure you do! Oh, fine. Maybe I'll have to save up for them myself. They are just that awesome.

So, four. Four seasons, four elements, The Four Tops, Four on the Floor, four calling birds...etc etc etc.

Four. Days. To. Go! Yay!

XOXO
Sommer

My Dirty Monday: Cloud 10 Head Massager

Cloud 10 Head Massager

We tried this out the other night. I was randomly running my fingers through the man's barely existent hair (he keeps it super short) and he was purring like a little kitty cat. And ding, ding, ding! I remembered my Cloud 10 Head Massager. It vibrates, don't ya know. So I told him about it and he asked me what the hell I was waiting for and I ran upstairs quick like a bunny and got it. I put in the batteries and locked and loaded, I went at his scalp with my alien experiment looking device.

It was a hit. He loved it. The little prongy things were a relaxing on his scalp. I even found a spot where if I pushed down a bit (think pushing a lever toward the heels of his feet once the thing is on his head like the futuristic brain sucker it resembles) he shivered. I "accidentally" hit that spot several times just to see him dance (dance, puppet, dance!). And like magic, he shivered every time.

I did not realize at first (because I am prone to getting excited and not really examining the box) that it was 'dual purpose', meaning the handle disengages to become a vibrator. But when it popped off in my hand and he was still wearing the prongs and I was suddenly holding a purple vibe, it became fairly evident.

Overall, a hearty thumbs up, because once he was done shivering and was all relaxed, it was my turn to um...shiver. My only wish is that the handle didn't disengage as easily. It's pretty shocking to go from head massage to wielding a vibrator in 0.2 seconds. Okay, maybe less shocking for me than for other folks, but still. Be forewarned, the brain sucker can come loose from its vibrating housing unit. But a vibrator is a vibrator, so ultimately...it's all good.

XOXO
Sommer
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five

left till I'm there! That's five fingers. Five senses. Dave Clark Five. Five dollar foot long (am I the only one who laughs my ass off at that construction worker commercial?) Um...what else? Don't know but we've arrived at five and I'm almost beside myself. Oh look,there I am!

Don't forget to tell me your ghostly tales. See below...

XOXO
Sommer

don't forget...

two weeks to enter my The Seekers ~ Collection: A Short Story Anthology paperback Halloween giveaway!

As for ghosts, we have one. When we moved into this house, every morning I would wake up and get out of bed to a still house, mostly. The man leaves early every day. Five o'clock and he's hit the road. I would get up and hear what sounded distinctly like a transistor radio or people having a low conversation.

For days and days I'd go through our brand new house, opening the kids' bedroom doors sure that someone had left their TV or radio or video game on. Dead silence. By the time I would get from the bedroom to the bathroom with all my door opening in between, the sound would fade.

No big deal, really. I figured it was any number of things, the most likely being my imagination. Until the man and I were talking over coffee one morning and he said, "You know it's the damnedest thing. I keep hearing what sounds like a baseball game on an old transistor radio every morning."

A few nights later, everyone was on the sofa (including the dog) and we distinctly (three out of four of us) saw the shadow of someone walking down the hall into the master bedroom.

The man turned to me and said, "Must be looking for their radio."

That's just one of many, but a favorite. Because now I pay the sounds no mind at all and simply yell, "Good morning!"

XOXO
Sommer

six

days until Corporeal is released! <-----Look, we can count them off on his handy-dandy abdominal muscles. One...two...um...whew. Is it hot in here? We are on the number six and I am working on current WIP (hawt), girl child is at 99.3 instead of 103.7 (hell, yeah!) and there is a Paranormal State marathon on A&E today. In honor, I really, really wanted to do six this way. But didn't want to skeer everyone. So the pretty tummy man is a buffer until you get to this...

You can thank me later.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. come back tomorrow for the number five!

Houston, we have...

a cover! And all of you places who are not actually Houston, as well. That just sounded good. So...Woohoo! Very excited.

XOXO

S

seven

...days until Corporeal! Or one week. Or...one packet of smoking hot day of the week panties.

Was up late with boiling-hot flu-child. She was at 103+ and I was at OCD max. To call me a hover-mother last night would have been the understatement of the year. I feared for my safety if I made her sit up for a temp even one more time. But she slept (and I did a bit) and she's at 101.1 and hungry right now and I can breathe. And go back to obsessing over the week that remains between me and my Quickie. :)

TGIF, y'all.

XOXO
Sommer

hometown horror...and humor...

I was lucky enough to receive a copy of Rigor Mortis 2 last night in the mail. Another hometown zine that has warmed the cockles of my heart. You've heard me wax poetic about Smile, Hon, so hunker down to hear me chirp about zombies, ghosts and fantastic art. I mean, God, do you *see* that cover? You don't see art like that much anymore.

But lucky me, the cover was not the ending of the goodness, but the beginning. I am a recent zombie fan, having tried my hand at zombie fiction and getting into an anthology (as my original self so no link, people), I started reading up on all things dead and brain-hungry. Then Rigor Mortis #1 came in the mail. I was hooked on the humor, the look, the feel--I'm a paper publication slut--and hell, even staff names. "DeadVida and Grim Pickens and Dread Socket"...What's not to love?

So as girl child sat and flamed the fires of her flu fever last night and I administered Advil and juice and hugs, I read through the current issue. I have to say, my favorite, favorite part (besides all of it) was the reality ghost show article. Just the title, BOO! (cut) Now Say “Boo” Again, but Really Scary, had me laughing out loud. And since I live for those shows, I smiled and nodded the whole time. (a small fan girl aside and a hell to the yeah for Chip Coffey).

Pick up an obscenely cheap copy by going here. Considering the clown on the cover (I have clown issues even when they're not the living dead and clutching a severed head) and the contents and the topic covered, you might want to read it with your nightlight on.

XOXO
Sommer

"...absolutely the hottest thing I've read from you yet"

I am so grateful when folks take a moment to email me if they like something I've written. Not to be too much of a girl but it truly makes my day. Thanks to Jessica for taking a moment to send a note about my story The Other Side Of The Coin!

I just read your story in Kiss My Ass, and damn, that is absolutely the hottest thing I've read from you yet. I love how you capture intimacy and romance between your characters whilst serving up the kink.

Thanks for all the great stories. I adore your brand of erotica.

- Jessica

Yay! You can get a sparkly pdf here or find us on Kindle, baby.

XOXO
Sommer

eight

Only eight days until Corporeal! Wooohooo! I typed in eight and hit images and came up with this fancy tote bag that not only features and eight legged cephalopod but...is on sale for eight dollars! That is a buck an arm. Leg? You know what I mean. That is a buck an appendage and that is a steal.

Did I mention that tote bags are one of my addictions? My mother-in-law buys me fancy totes all the time in her travels. Another reason I love her. She gets me. A million totes and I travel...never!

So yes, only eight more days. I'm nearly vibratey. And that has nothing to do with the Starbucks brewing in my coffee pot. Yet. Soon, I will be doubly vibratey.

Girl child is home today. 102 fever. Seems it's her turn to have the flu. Joy oh joy! But it is chilly, overcast and I have a book I have officially fallen in love with that I'm working on, so I didn't have any big plans anyhow. Nursemaiding, writing and most likely, I'll be back later blogging.

I hear rain on my window now. Stay dry people.

XOXO

Sommer

as a girl who's been obesessed with angels, cheese popcorn, crows, boots and socks...

I was really thrilled to see this. And those are just the non-sexual, suitable for work obsessions. Spanking is definitely one of the NSFW fixations. My brain sort of burst into flames when I read this snip:


“Define spanking.”

He paused, then licked his right pointer and flipped to the S’s. “A series of smacks, especially on the buttocks, in punishment.”

“You know, I think you’re right,” Janie said. “Is that a problem?”

He gripped her up and spread her across his lap with ease. “Define problem.”

Hmm. Very nice. Too nice to think about while trying to write. But I know what I'll be reading tonight. Lordy, if you want yours, go here...99 cents is like...highway robbery! (does anyone do that any more? aren't we going too fast on the highway to get robbed?)

XOXO
Sommer

nine

Because I'm mildy (but harmlessly) nuts, I'm doing a countdown. I'm so excited for Corporeal to come out at EC, I'm going to count it down. Just like we do for Christmas! And if you live in this house...Halloween, too!

Nine days until my Quickie comes out. Nine. Hmm...this sexy, smoking, festive Cat O' Nine Tails should do. I have to say, it takes my breath almost as much as the thought of my October 23rd release. Do you know I blush a little every time I type the word release?

XOXO
Sommer

toss...and...turn...

I didn't spend a sleepless night. I did spend a tossy turny night. No bad dreams that I can remember, but when I would wake up my brain would veer off in so many odd directions.

At one point (typed pint, paging Dr. Freud...) I woke and swore that the man's alarm was going to go off at any moment (he gets up at 4.30 a.m. every day, poor baby). I could feel it coming. Or so I thought. I turned at it was like 3.15 a.m. So...my brain turned to my wolf and his new love. Only he doesn't know it's love. I do. He's clueless. And on and on. Then more sleep, thank goodness.

After the real live alarm went off at 6.45, it was a) still dark, wtf?, b) total before-school chaos c) I have forgotten most of my alter-alter ego passwords and d) the contents of the coat closet slid down and covered my face. I guess I'm lucky it didn't bury me alive. Eesh.

My really expensive coffee is good, though. Good enough to deserve to be expensive! And I have my current WIP that I am enamored with to look forward to, and a few non-paranormal smaller things to work on today, as well. And...I'm oddly happy for someone who's tired and was recently molested by bags of scarves and gloves. I'm hoping for an Ellora's Cave cover soon. Fingers crossed. I really want to seem my name in lights. Or on abs, as it were.

Happy Hump Day, folks!

XOXO

Sommer

I told you 13 is my lucky number!

Here it is the 13th and here I am being lucky! I'm in the 1 Romance Ebooks newsletter today and with a brand new 1RE cover for Pray For Rain. I honestly can't even begin to say how very cool the folks at 1RE are. Too cool. And the fabulous Kelly who did this new cover couldn't have done a better job if she had peeked right into my brain. So I do feel very, very lucky today.

I hope you'll go see my answers to a few author questions about things like my writing day, scary moments and new releases, and look around the site. It's definitely a user (and author) friendly site.

Happy 13th!

XOXO
Sommer

"Strangers Really Can Make Your Day" or "A Tale of Two Sommers"

Okay, so once upon a time a girl named Sommer was uber laid back. She was the queen of relaxation and could spend 7 hours at a clip sprawled on her bed reading Stephen King's latest book or watching movies. She worked two jobs and took full credits in college, but hey, when she had down time, she really had down time.

Sommer met a man and fell in love. She got married and had a baby. We will call him boy child. She worked hard and loved her job and started to write seriously but worked full-time in a kingdom of office. She stayed in love and had another baby. We will call her girl child. Sommer started to stay home with her two beloved children and finagled a new job for the man. She ruled her kingdom of chaos while homeschooling and writing and playing in the backyard. Life was good.

Then Sommer really took writing seriously. Somewhere along the lines, people started paying attention, buying her work, reading her stuff! It was very exciting. The children went to regular school because they had a new home in a safer kingdom. Life was good!

Then school got busier and busier, but so did Sommer. And paperwork from school was nearly overwhelming. So was her paperwork for work! She burned pots, set things on fire, forgot what she had just said and had a hard time returning phone calls. But her work flourished and so did her family and life was still good. Insane, but good!

The boy child got the flu and she was behind from recent illness. And the man had been ill. Illness and weakness had hit the kingdom, but they had rallied and things were fine. Boy child was very behind and needed to catch up. Sommer called the princ(ipal) of the burg of school and requested work be sent home with the girl child. It was not. And again...a night later, it was not. So Sommer left a message at the school and then called the gatekeeper who ran the moat the next morning. She was assured that the earl of classes was gathering work and it would be sent home.

And it was. And life was good.

This morning Sommer finally remembered to check her messages on her home phone from the last three days. Where she heard this.

"Hello, I received a long message about homework. I believe the number you want is XXX-887-XXXX. This is XXX-882-XXXX. So, um, this is FALSE NAME HERE, call me if you ever need a photographer. And I hope your son or daughter is feeling better. Take care. [dark handsome male chuckle here] Bye."

And Sommer laughed and laughed and went to spread the good humored tidings of the dark, handsome stranger (operating strictly on voice here) throughout the land.

THE END

My Dirty Monday: Seasoned Players 09

Seasoned Players 09 DVD

It's MILFtastic! I have to say, I'm in love with the MILFy ladies of Seasoned Players 09. I have a HUGE girl crush on Brandi Love, not to mention Chloe . I can't imagine having a better job than Tom Byron. He gets to surround and cover himself in fabulously hot women and get off. For a living. Rock on.

I'm terrible at going on and on in explicit detail about whether I like a porn DVD or not. I tend to get frazzled with reviewing them because a bad one bores me and I turn it off. A good one does it's job and I have to hit pause to grab the man and run upstairs (or out there or hit the floor...the sofa...etc.) This was a good one, pause was hit often. The women are hot, fabulous and seasoned. A wet dream come true.

A hearty two thumbs up from me. If you get a copy, warm up your pause button-pressing finger. You'll need it.

XOXO
Sommer

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don't hold out on me, baby...

gimme, gimme, gimme. It's time to tell me your ghost stories. Your paranormal parables. All about your beasties in the dark. Or hell, your dead Aunt Zelda who came back to tell you to return her library book. Whatever your tale may be, no matter how big or how small, I want to hear. I love them all.

Winner will walk off with a paperback copy of The Seekers ~ Collection: A Short Story Anthology
and whatever candy escapes my greedy, sugar-hungry clutches to make it in your mailing envelope.

The clock on this contest stops on Halloween (10/31) and then it's lights out! Boo!

Did I scare ya?

XOXO
Sommer

I'm all black and purple...

but not from bite marks or spank marks (sigh) and I have on my little white socks for luck. It's chilly and breezy and football's on the tube. I'm hoping my Ravens kick some serious ass and I'm hoping I can keep up with the notes I'm taking from all the story stuff in my head. I scribble during commercial breaks, root during play-time and once in awhile I'm reading Neverwhere because Neil Gaiman's got me. Uhhh---he's got me *clutches chest like a cowboy in a spaghetti western*. He is just. That. Good.

Go Ravens, black and purple are two of my three favorite colors! (the other being bruise blue. duh ;)

XOXO
Sommer