fucking in the sunshine...

I have this internal dialogue joke about the man. He battens down the hatches so to speak when we have sex. He draws the blinds, seals us up tight and then has his way with me.

We have a phenomenal bedroom. As wide as the house, double hung big windows that look out into tall oaks and sunshine. In the afternoon our bed is literally bathed in sunlight.

He found me lying there this afternoon. Just lying in the sun like I was at the beach. Feeling a bit blue and not sure why. Getting my vitamin D. He talked to me softly while he tugged my pants off. He thinks he's slick, the man. Then he talked even softer when his head dipped between my legs and then softer still when he slipped into me. It was when he rolled me and I realized that we were fucking in that pool of golden sunlight, the soaring trees still fully visible to me, that I came the hardest. It wasn't the last, but it was the hardest.

I said something when we were done. About doing it in full view of the crows and any possible passing planes. I was joking. He said, "OH that, I do that for you."

"For me!?"

"Next time I"ll leave them open. Hell, I'll open the one on the side for Beatrice (or neighbor)."

Oh my god. X-D Fifteen years I thought it was him. Fifteen years he did it for me. But hey, fifteen years (come February) and we still go at each other like sex starved grizzly bears. So we're doing something right.

XOXO

Sommer

p.s.picture is the sunniest one I could find. same quality of sunlight. photo taken by the man of yours truly this past August.

wolf moon seen from my front porch last night

Image Copyright Sommer Marsden 2010

And we all know how I feel about moons. And wolves, for that matter.

Feeling a bit under the weather today. And speaking of weather, that snow we weren't going to get (but Haven was due to get)...we're getting it. They're still officially calling for 3 inches. We're up to four. Jeesh. So I'm on the sofa watching horror movies, watching the snow, reading subs for Dirtyville and writing on my current WIP. I'm almost at 4K for the day, not too shabby for a girl who's not feeling grand.

Hope your day is full of good fluffy awesomeness. And hope you got to see that moon last night. Awhooooo! ;) heh.

XOXO
Sommer

"...I'm takin' a likin' to the lycans."

Yay. Base Nature got a fabulous review on Amazon for Kindle. I'm super pleased T liked it. My favorite bit (there's always one!) was: Sommer Marsden has yet to disappoint this reader:)

Whew. Thank goodness., I was nervous. Yes, I get nervous. I still get nervous. I always get nervous when folks are buying and reading my work.

Stop looking at me like that.

XOXO
Sommer

pretty, pretty...

I was looking to fix something in Amazon today and ended up on my author page and I just sort of stopped for a moment. I looked at all those tiny colorful covers you see (click it, it gets bigger--and no, I never tire of saying that) and then I noted there was a page two. If I simply type my name into Amazon I get pages and pages and pages thanks to all the wonderful anthologies I'm in.

I stopped for a moment to appreciate it, to be honest. And I felt really blessed. Life is struggling against me a bit lately, but that made me feel peaceful. Once upon a time, I didn't think I'd ever be in a book let alone have an author page. I didn't think people would buy my work, let alone want to be in a book put together by me! I didn't think anyone would know who I was, let alone say to me in a whisper at a party, "That's you? I have read you...

So, there you go. Shows what I know. And thanks to all of you who read me, follow me, have published me or want to work with me. You're a blessing.

XOXO
Sommer

Put down that F5 finger...

And check in on me and my bottom and my 2010 F5 restrictions. I made the rules weeks ago, now see what's up with that. Blogging at eXcessica today on my status. And desserts.


XOXO
Sommer

sweet, um...salty, buttery, yummy success!

Once upon a time we had to live with family right after we sold one house and were searching for this one. It was a timing thing and eight of us ended up in residence together while we searched for a good home in a good school system. One night we had mashed potatoes, a favorite of mine. The next night, whilst I stood in the kitchen talking to my mother-in-law she started mixing stuff in with the old mashed potatoes.

"What are you doing?"

"Potato pancakes!"

And an obsession was born. I had never had potato pancakes made from leftover mashed potatoes. And damn they were good. So when we moved out, I tried to recreate them. Runny...lopsided...lopsided and runny...inedible...too light...runny...did I say runny? Fuh!

About two months ago my mother-in-law was over for dinner and I described my potato pancake woes. "Oh, no milk. Just egg and flour. In your case some kind of gluten free binder."

Ahhhh! Sooooo! I tried it immediately. *Ahem* Better, but still not on the money. Still messy. Too thin. Not pancakey enough.


I mean, every attempt (almost) was eaten. No one in this house wastes anything that even slightly resembled a potato pancake. But still...my ego was getting fragile. I am fairly skilled in the kitchen. Was I truly, truly going to be foiled by leftover mashed potatoes? Moi?

The other night I was watching The Worst Cooks in America when bzzt! A light bulb went off. So last night I made potato pancakes...



<-----Oooooooooh

Ahhhhhhhh-------->

I will let the pictures speak for themselves. I nearly wept with pride. We had pictures taken and then...they were gone in thirty-two seconds. I shit you not. Oh, and the gravy kicked ass too.

XOXO
Sommer

*gasp!* 27 & 80

Strawberry is on two separate Lesbian erotica/literature lists on Amazon right now. I'm really all spinny over it. Yay!

If you click them they get bigger. Heh.

Pretty, no?

XOXO
Sommer

I lurve my WIP (that's WIP not whip...)

If I could send it a Valentine, I would. I always have fun with what I'm writing. Okay, mostly, sometimes if I do intense stuff it is harder and I get WADD (Writer A.D.D.), but usually I have fun.

This current one is a roller coaster ride of characters that have me thinking about them all during my down time. And lucky for me, a lot of my TV addiction has creepily synched up with my outline (I use the term v. loosely!) for the book. I had it all laid out and even 'pitched it'--as in said it out loud--to a friend about a year or so ago. And now all these shows I watch are playing right into my work. So...that means...I get to consider TV time as...RESEARCH! BONUS!

Anyway, here is just a little bit that got stuck in my head and I really, really liked it. And that meant when the man whispered in my ear Sunday night, "How about I take you in the basement in that chair that bounces and I...bounce you?"

"Yes. Please."

And I scurried after him and he bounced me.

Heh. Love the bouncing.

Current WIP

Copyright Sommer Marsden 2010
EXPLICIT CONTENT. NSFW.

His mouth never left my body. My lips, my shoulder, my breast. As he fought his own clothes, I tore into the packet, ready for him. His lips were everywhere and nowhere but always on me. When he stood, free of his denim, I stopped. He stopped the kiss to look at me. Really look at me, bare assed and flagrantly ready for him, pressed to my own foyer wall. "God woman, you are…stunning. Simply stunnng."

"Shh," I said, embarrassed, taking him in hand, rolling on the condom. Pulling him ever so gently by the cock, I tugged him in to embrace me, cutting off his kind words with yet another kiss. Then I wrapped my leg around his waist, opening my body to him. Letting him feel my wetness. Welcoming him in.

"But you are, so don't shush me," he said. Matthew slipped the tip of his cock up and down along the wet seam of my sex. He pushed just the head in, holding my leg over the crook of his elbow. Pinning me open against the wall. Wet, eager to the point of insanity. Unfulfilled. "Say it. Say you're stunning."

"You're stunning," I joked feeling silly and shy.

He pulled back just enough that his cock did not touch me anywhere. I felt the absence like a blow. This was mental BDSM, if you came right down to it. "Say it," he said. His teeth found my shoulder and he bit me just enough to start a fresh rush of my own juices between my legs. His skin against my nipples, his lips on my throat.

I caved. "I'm stunning. I'm stunning. Okay, please. God, please, Matthew—"
But I didn't get to finish because he'd thrust into me and I was clutching at him. Trying to keep from falling or coming or bursting into little bits of light and smoke, which was how I felt. Aware of every single nerve ending in my body as he fucked me up against the wall in my foyer.

I wanted to wonder if the blinds were down. Or if anyone could see us. Or if anyone cared. But I didn't. It didn't' matter. All that mattered was the feel of him pressed to me, hot, imposing, sexy as hell. He filled me and stretched me, driving into me maddeningly slow until I felt my cunt so tight around him I wanted to cry. Then he palmed my ass, lifted me so I could bring the other leg up. I wrapped around him, open for him, desperate for him and he pinned me to the wall, moving fast and with intent until I came, crying just a little, laughing a lot.

And that fabulous knitted heart I wish I could make myself...from here. DomiKNITrix. Oh my god. How clever. How cool! How envious am I?

XOXO
Sommer

No more glasses but still the same funny guy...

I remember seeing Jake Johannsen for the first time when I was...19? And laughing so hard no noise came out. There was something about his fidgety, not comfy in his own skin way that just made me laugh. I saw him the other night on cable do this bit and wanted to put it up for this gray, rainy, computer is being a beyatch Monday.

XOXO
Sommer

My Dirty Monday: Masturbation Nation 3

I know, I know, I know! My Dirty Monday went poof! there for a while. But I'm back and I have some more dirty goodies headed my way soon so I should be back on track soonish.

This morning we have Tom Byron's Masturbation Nation 3 for review.

I've recently reviewed quite a few of Tom's movies and this one has Tom...nowhere in it! It's pretty straight-up compared to all the others I've seen. Seventeen hotties...getting off! Hence the clever name: Masturbation Nation. And we all seem to be masturbating because this is volume 3 of 5. You'll get you voyeur on as you watch a bevy of beauties getting themselves off, featuring a variety of toys and sometimes, just good old fashioned hand work.

I have to give a shout out to two of my faves. I was happy to see Ava Rose and her luscious bottom on screen and of course, Miss Lady's ample tush is nothing to sneeze at.

No interviews, no distraction. You get in, you spot masturbation, you get out. Or, in the case of all good skin flick, you get in, you get turned no, you yell hit pause! and you get busy. This one goes in the keeper pile. Good dirty fun.

XOXO
Sommer

*Sex toys provided by SexToy.com home of the biggest selection of vibrators online

Meet Janelle~

Meet Janelle: "Janelle was big in so many ways. Real tall, nearly six foot. Big blonde hair. Big tits. She wore big boots and had a big laugh and an even bigger personality. I met her at a party. I couldn’t help but hear her laughing at some joke clear across the room. The laugh was loud and open. It was really quite captivating..." WARNING: EXPLICIT SEX AND LANGUAGE, F/F EROTIC FICTION

Yay! Janelle's Way is up and raring to go. She's hanging out in her big black boots at Spastic Girl Press, Kindle, 1 Erotica Ebooks and Smashwords. This will be the last private release for a little bit, I think. I have too many projects I'm juggling. But I had to get this one out, she's been waiting her turn like a good girl.

Janelle appeared for the blink of an eye on a quickly defunct website waaaaay long ago. So, I brought her out and brushed her off, gave her a kiss and set her up. Hope you enjoy!

XOXO
Sommer

you know you want one...

You know you do. Gluten-free vanilla cupcakes with special dark chocolate fudge homemade icing...

They are a wink and a nod to Baltimore's famous Berger's Cookies. I worked at Berger's Bakery in high school. It's why I still can't stand the smell of glazed donuts. But I never--let me repeat--never got tired of the taste of the famous Berger cookies.

Gosh, I hope these taste as good as they look. Worst case scenario, we peel the super yummy chocolate fudge icing off and ditch the cupcakes. It's important to always have a plan!

Now I have red sauce cooking for GF

baked penne with extra cheese (duh). It's a foodie kind of day today. Thanks to those of you who stopped in at Erotic Romance Crush Junkies to read and/or comment!

XOXO
Sommer

I wear red plaid pajamas, have a hankering for cardigans and adore boots...

These are a few 'secrets' I share in my interview over at Erotic Romance Crush Junkies. Today I am the Featured Author [[trumpets!]] and I'm so happy they had me.

Commenters (or is it CommentORS?) earn a chance to win a copy of Base Nature. And they get the bonus gift of making my day... X-D

Run over and toss me a comment if you get a chance! And see what I think about books on writing, sewing machines and the soundtrack of music I'm currently writing to. Tada.

Happy Saturday, y'all.

XOXO

Sommer

like Leonardo Da Vinci...

I had a very definitive plan for today. And I held to it pretty firm for the morning. I had a work I wanted to finalize, convert and load~and I did. I wanted to write on my current amazingly fun WIP~ and I did. Not enough to suit me, though. There will be more later. I wanted to run my errands~done and done. And then I wanted to kind of veg.

On the side of my computer sits a little sticky note doohickie. It looks just like the original yellow sticky note. It has a running list of books/stories in order to be worked on. So it goes: the one I am working on now, the one I have promised to a publisher, the one that is 2/3 done but in limbo due to various reasons, the one by another self, then this one and that one and the other one. I did not have room for another one. But here it came, creeping up on me while I was jamming out to a sound on the True Blood soundtrack. Boom! There it was, eager and ready. In my head. Full-blown and raring to roll. Sheeee-it. What do I do now?

I have to tell you that I felt a little panicky for the drive home. I almost can't keep up with my own brain. I wish I had four hands instead of two, or better yet, be like Leonardo Da Vinci who could write simultaneously with both hands. I think that was him. Pretty sure. 99% sure. Have to ask the man. My head is too full of writing to keep up with important facts like Da Vinci's abilities with a pen...quill? Whatever! You know what I mean.


XOXO
Sommer
p.s. fabulous creepy tree pic found here.
p.p.s. Don't forget those Dirtyville subs folks! You still have plenty of time...I just like saying it. Heh.

another great rating and nice words, for moi!

Base Nature received another good one! Four stars and a super nice comment from Miss Jo! Merci, Miss Jo. :) And now it's on Kindle for your Kindling pleasure. So...this day keeps getting better and better despite the tortures of dental work.

See me here. Smooshed between two hot couples. Woof! The black and white photo is very much a rendition of the Garrett and Liv that lived in my head.

XOXO
Sommer

obsession alert! obsession alert!

I know that I have never mentioned that I love The Wire before...hold on, I just laughed so hard I fell out of my chair. Yes, yes! I know! I am talking about it again, but now that my busy day out has ended and I am desperately trying to get a bit more wordage in before the bus, as the pain pill kicks in and the oral numbing agent wears off...I am listening to The Wire soundtrack! I got it after the dentist but before the pain pill.

Why is this exciting? Well, duh. It contains all the kick-ass diverse music from five years of television series genius AND it has every single version of Way Down In The Hole on it.(See below).

So back to my girl and Martha and the Vandellas and this crazy WIP as I jam out to some...track 15 Solomon Burke doing Fast Train (Van Morrison).

Amen and hallelujah.

XOXO
Sommer (again I typed my name thusly: Sinner. True story.)

busy day already!

This is where I am in the new novel, kinda-sorta-in a way hanging out with Martha and the Vandellas. I'm laughing my way through this chapter and I notice a surge on my stats. I am nosy. Have I mentioned? So I poke around and see this...Seriously, I'm floored and grateful. What a nice way to start my day!

I have to go to the dentist in a bit, but we'll think about that later, right? For now we will bask in oldies and nice words.

XOXO
Sommer

when you walk through the garden you've gotta watch your back...

As you have seen on my blog (scroll down) a) the man and I are hardcore addicts when it comes to the Wire and b) I am a self-proclaimed (and proud) lyric whore.

One of the things we have gone back and forth about since we started watching The Wire was the theme song. Rare is it to find a show that a) has such a kick ass theme song and b) is so clever in the fact that they run the same song every year but have it performed by a different artist(s). It keeps continuity but changes it up. Brilliant.

I don't know what the frig took us so long, but we finally looked it up tonight. I think it was the fact that I was going to bed singing it and waking up singing it that prompted the man. But we found out (duh!) that it is a Tom Waits song. And that we own the season (2) that they actually used his performance of the song in the opening credits. It's above. WARNING: if you hear it a few times, you're screwed. It's done cemented in your head forever and a day.

XOXO
Sommer

The RMSO Comment Klatch

I'm currently reading Jeremy Edwards' Rock My Socks Off and when I sit it down, the man is reading behind me. I have to share one perfect line (not to say there aren't other perfect lines) that has stuck in my head from the beginning.

"...saying this is the morning after, this is daylight, this is reality."

You know how I am with a good line or quote. Like a dog with a bone, I hold onto it forever!

Thus far I've enjoyed the sensual, humorous romp and the man is way ahead of me, shame on him. He keeps telling me wait until I get to page 71. Such a tease. So, I'm almost there...to page 71. And I can't wait!

If you've read RMSO come tell me a tiny snippet of your favorite bit or what you like the most. I'll put the Comment Klatch in the sidebar for the next few weeks so it's easy to find.

And don't forget to bring your coffee. A klatch is no good without coffee!

XOXO
Sommer

aubergine

I've moved up to aubergine. Despite a huge hoopdeedoo last night with girl child yanking a tooth out of her head that I was positive she'd already lost. I had to derail my own panic attack and go to bed finally, 80% sure that it was a baby tooth, 20% freaking out. But I went to bed. Had horrible dreams and every time I woke up I thought of that damn tooth. Have blood test today and security on her laptop and calling the dentist (duh), work on the new book (that is super fun and helping my mood), pick up after school, weird child will be here and...what?

But despite all that, I have moved up from black to aubergine. For some reason this image makes me feel a mix of peace, nostalgia, and that subtle unnameable aching for something lost. Hmm. Go figure.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. Fabulous poster found at all posters

from blue to black...

I went from blue (below) to black today. So that is me needing down time. I meant to move up to purple, but skipped it somehow. I've put my theme song for today up there for you. Phenomenal vid.

So, as the man says when I drive down in the city: "You're going the wrong way!"

I just answer. "I didn't mean to."

I'll be in royal purple tomorrow, I'm sure.

XOXO
Sommer

blue

I have no follow up blog. A bunch of small things that have peppered me this week (including not feeling great for a few reasons) have all melded together to form one storm front of blueness. So there you go. I am blue-ly going to putter around today and try and come back with a peppy blog tomorrow. Or maybe I'll just be purple or periwinkle.

Happy Sunday.

XOXO
Sommer

Squeak! Eek! Eep! Wooohoo!

I am squeaking, eeking, eeping and woohoooing because Base Nature has been Kindled. Ellora's Cave has just moved into the Kindle territory recently and there I am. Tada! Very, very cool!

Hopefully, I'll be back later with a more cohesive, less vibratey blog. We shall see.

Happy Sunday! It's pouring down rain here, but you know me. I don't mind the rain much. I sort of like it, actually. Weird girl, I know. What can I say? It's a gift.

XOXO
Sommer

This is your brain...

This is your brain on walnuts. Any questions? Okay! So it is a walnut but somehow the boy child got that sucker out of the shell in one piece a feat that had yet to be accomplished here and Casa de Marsden. We were all very excited (this is what passes for entertainment in my humble abode).

Speaking of brains, mine is fried. I was a wee bit under the weather the past few days so I am now officially on antibiotics and the mend. I am declaring today a dicking-around day. I will dawdle in whatever whim takes me at any given moment. A nice slow walk with his fatness, some quilting, picking up a book on publishing, cleaning (maybe), working on the cover for Dirtyville (Get those subs in, folks. I already have more than I thought I'd get) and at some point today, I have a date with Repairman Jack.

Whatchoo doing today?

XOXO
Sommer

you know you want to click your button...

I know I've said it before. I adore the cover to Skirting the Issue and I adore the artist who did it. The fabulous and talented Riendo is featured here and I'd like you to take a second of your life and view and vote for her stunning work. Sexy and sweet and dirty and magical, those are just a few words I'd use.

So, go on, you know you want to. You get to see some pretty pictures of a gorgeous girl and then you just click the button and rate her. I'd rate her seven stars but they only gave me five.

Damn.

XOXO

Sommer

fabricpalooza!

I started a new quilt yesterday. I haven't done one in a few years. I sew all my stuff by hand because, to be blunt, sewing machines both baffle me and completely freak me out.

Sewing the face of the quilt all yesterday has reignited my love and obsession with fabric. Fabric, fabric, fabric! There are so many funky, fun and gorgeous fabrics out there. It damn near makes me vibrate. I'm making the current quilt with all the fabrics I've had stashed since the last one. But I am already thinking ahead to the next one. I've spent all morning tiptoeing around this Etsy store and just coveting everything I click on!

This is my fourth quilt. I did a "girly-girl" quilt for the girl child, a Halloween themed quilt for the boy child and the last one, about three years ago, was a quilt for me and the man. It was made from all the old tees, pajamas, flannel shirts and dresses that we could not longer wear but loved. The kids and ours. It is my favorite so far. I can touch each square and say, this was boy child's first Hawaiian shirt, this was girl child's favorite little dress, this one was the bottom to my red flannel pajamas I got the year boy child was born, this is the shirt the man had on when I met him. The next one will be cool, but probably not that cool!

Back to the great fabric hunt!

XOXO
Sommer

what do you see? anything?

I was fiddling with the camera yesterday. Sprawled on the sofa cushion as the sun was starting to go down. I was attempting to take a picture of his fatness laying on the arm. The thing about that crazy dog is if you aim a camera directly at him his launch sequence is activated and he turns into a wagging, licking, galloping maniac. So we try to take his picture surreptitiously.

All I kept getting was the wall (o_O)

I was about to delete this picture of my wall, sofa and comforter when something caught my eye. Do you see it? Felt a bit artistic if I do say so myself (if not inept with the sneaky camera work).

XOXO

Sommer

Boots!

What I have learned:

a) It is damn near impossible to take a flattering picture of your own fucking feet.

b) Photos do not do these boots (or my favorite, loose in all the right places, faded Levi's) justice.

c) New boots can turn any day around!

These are definitely fitted jean or legging boots as they are not tapered at the ankle. They simply rise straight up to mid calf like a cowboy boot. But I do not have the patience for that! To find leggings or tighter cut jeans. So you will simply have to imagine these boots with one of those two legwear items. 'Kay? Good.

Do not be alarmed by the kitty litter bag atop the Victoria's Secret box. We do not have an incontinent lingerie wearing feline. It was for a science experiment. I shit you not. Only in this house, my friend. Only in this house...

Love. My. Boots. Yay!

XOXO

Sommer

it's all about the yes...

I'm blogging about saying Yes! over at Excessica today! This is an old pic of the flowers the man picked for me on our last anniversary. I got them because once upon a time he asked me to be his wife and I said...Yes! (heh. clever, yes?)

XOXO
Sommer

I am a Juicy Bit!

Or should I say, Corporeal is a Juicy Bit. In Scarlet! Magazine! In the UK! I am so excited I can't stop !!!-ing! :) See it up there? (btw, click it, it gets much bigger...god, I loved typing that line)

Thanks to Lucy Felthouse for scanning and sending. She is my fairy smut mother! (more like sister, she is youngish and kind.) I'm still trying to get my greedy little mitts on a print copy. The plot is underway! Wish me luck!

Wooohooo!

XOXO
Sommer

have you seen what i've seen?

The awesome trailer to P.S. Haven's upcoming book The Last Mustang On Earth. I don't want to brag (yes, I do) but I've read the book and it's great. Sorry you can't read it too, just yet, but for now...watch the trailer already!

XOXO
Sommer

and we thusly commence with...

The Wire - Season 4 tonight!!! I am so damn excited...I can't even tell you! We took a break between finishing S3 on Monday and starting S4 because last night was The Biggest Loser. Which means skinny, nearly translucent girl child smooshed herself between us last night and demanded we root for the teams she liked. So we did. ;)

XOXO
Sommer

woo! woo! woo! (no i am not a fire engine...)

Strawberry is up on Kindle already and...Spastic Girl Press is up and running. I plan to slowly but surely put all the previous private releases on there. So there I am. A little, humble storefront. Brick and mortar, if you will (that photo is my little joke. heh).

Yay!

XOXO
Sommer

yay, love girl-style...

My latest private release (eventually to be Spastic Girl Press), Strawberry, is up at Smashwords and 1EroticaEbooks. Coming to Kindle soon. [Gosh, I still love saying that].

Strawberry is a little F/F ditty that made me smile when I wrote it a while back. Now it's up!Very happy. Very cold, but very happy. Brr. It is so cold here today, someone come keep me warm!

XOXO

Sommer

outside my window today...

as I wrote. I love the company. The fatness and the squirrels have called a truce. He barks, they stop, acknowledge him, carry-on. He's like some supreme pudgy, red, squirrel overlord. I love to look out my window when I write and see things that make me smile.

I hope you smiled today. :)

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. I currently have one, two, three, four, five projects sketched out. One 1/3 done and then um...heh. Maybe the squirrels will help me.

I'll be there with tall stripedy socks on...

I'm going to a parrrrrrr-taaaaaay! Today! And you can come too. Jeremy Edwards is having a festive shindig to officially celebrate his release! *shuffling of papers*. Um...the release of his book! Rock My Socks Off is officially official and I am stoked for him!

I will be popping in and out, wearing my most festive of socks. If you can make i,t stop buy and chat (or lurk), fancy schmancy socks optional as I totally expect they may be rocked off anyhow. Hope you can make it!

XOXO

Sommer

p.s. I know what you are thinking. That is quite the ensemble you picture there, Sommer. What can I say...it's a gift.

i swear i can hear them like great winged things...

all the deadlines I missed in 2009 and early '10 that I normally would have sent a submission. I missed them to focus on my writing. Book sized, novella-sized, me-sized writing. So my anthology submissions have been few and far between. I've been very selective and yes, at times, just up and missed some by accident. And now I hear them whizzing past with the unnerving flap of big feels-like-a-missed-opportunity wings and I have to just take a big-ass breath and say, it'sokayi'mdoingtherightthingit'stimetofocusonmystuffom...

It will totally be okay. Right? I think it will. But still, they do freak me out off and on, the flapflapflap of missed deadlines...

XOXO

Sommer

Necklace spotted here

I ♥ my scarf...

I have a thing about surrounding myself with gorgeous things. They don't have to be things that belong on the wall to go on my wall. And who is the wall expert that can tell me which are wall items and which are not, anyway? P'shaw! (or however you spell that word). The point is, this--------> is my view every night when I sit on the sofa with the man. And it calms me. My beautiful bag I picked up somewhere along the way, an antique boat weather thingamajig (that is the technical term for it, yes) that has been in the man's family for a long while and...my lovely scarf that I got from The Opposite of Om on Etsy. It is the most perfect, wonderful, unusual, lipstick dark shade of 'bluish' red I have ever seen and I wear it everywhere. And as you can see, when it is off duty, I like to stare at it.

And girl child covets it, she truly does. I might have to get her one. Yesterday she was using her brother's camera and she says, I know what you feel about your new scarf. You do? Yes! You ♥ it. See...

And she's 110% right! Plus I envy folks who can knot up yarn and make...things! This year has brought me an obsession with all things knitted and crocheted. I'm not sure why. That's just how I roll...random obsessions. X-D But I found someone to teach me, finally, and all I can say is, step back, put your helmets on, fortify your patience and pay attention, because this could be interesting...

XOXO
Sommer

Shh...

We had an overnight guest for girl child, a super intricate GT science experiment, an uber important project for the boy child and various other projects this weekend.

We ejected weird sleepover child into the care of her weird parents. Our offspring were occupied and studious and working. The vacuuming was done and the banana bread was baked. dishes cleared and dusting done. We had been so-so-so good and responsible and...

It seemed the most obvious time to hustle upstairs, whispering and urging each other to hurry, get undressed, shh be quiet and oh, yes, right there please. That is good.

Perfect peak to the perfectly productive afternoon.

XOXO
Sommer

i know a guy who knows a guy

who needs panties. so if you know where pale colored bikinis or string bikinis can be bought in bulk, shoot me an email to hot4sommer at yahoo dot com. a location in Baltimore would rock, but beggars can't be choosers. thanks for covering my ass...heh ;)

XOXO

Sommer

the best part of writing a werewolf book was...

figuring what certain emotions smelled like. I'm being blog-lazy today and posting an excerpt from Base Nature, which honestly, I have not done yet, so...shame on me!

My day's been choas from the get-go. Snow, two hour delay, one project due but possibly overdue (boy child) and girl child has her science partner coming to spend the night, and the laundry has exploded. The man is working from home. The kitchen has exploded. I'm behind on two projects and panicky, though it never takes me long to catch up and then do extra...it still makes me twitchy. And I still have errands to run. What? Oh! excerpt. Right! --->


From Base Nature
copyright Sommer Marsden

There it was again. A small and startled Mmph! that was gone before it registered. He sniffed again as subtly as possible and his nose picked up the strong burning hair smell of fear. He felt it again and tensed. The same feeling as this morning, the sensation right under his skin like mild electricity. This was who was coming. The person who had made that startled small sound.

Garrett hopped the fence and followed his nose. If his neighbors saw, he’d have to deal with it later. He’d tell them all he’d run track in high school. Had been an expert at hurdles. That he was a super hero. He’d tell them anything at all but the truth.

Across the street, his boot found the railing and he jumped to the roof above. He really hoped he was on the money with this or he had a lot of explaining to do. Garrett didn’t trust much in his life right now but he always trusted his instincts above anything else. He had heard what he had heard and smelled what he had smelled. “And here we are,” he said and dived head first through the window pane.
Christ. He hoped he was right.

The force carried him down to the hardwood floor and he grabbed the plaid shirt of the man who was holding down the woman he had smelled. The smell of fear was thick and sickening. Garrett heard himself yelling, he heard the growl and the danger in his tone and tried to tamp it down. He tossed and hustled and moved the big man, growling and yelling the entire time. All the while in the back of his mind he reminded himself not to change.

Do not turn, man. Do not…do not. They’ll come for you if you do. If you’re visible. If you end up in the news.

He didn’t turn but he quite literally chucked the big man down the flight of stairs and watched him tumble to the faded Oriental carpet below on the first floor. The intruder stood, rearing up with bravado and bluff.

“Come back and I’ll kill you,” Garrett informed him.

The man yelled a bunch of angry words that made no sense to Garrett because he could hear her crying. The girl who smelled like lavender and smelled like burnt hair. He turned his back on the man, unafraid of what he thought he could do to Garrett because Garrett knew that the man could really do nothing at all. And if he showed the stranger what he was, it would end right there.

He walked softly so he wouldn’t startle her. But she still backpedaled on her hands and feet when he entered. Her big red robe tripped her clumsy crab-walk up and she fell on her butt with a small cry. “You’re…” she started. It was lost in sobbing. He could see her hands shaking, he could smell the muddy yellow stink of menace in the room. Maybe he wouldn’t have raped her but the smell in here was very close. Brutality, cruelty, masochism.

“Sorry to barge in,” he laughed, trying to be funny. She frowned and Garrett found himself mimicking her expression.

“Your eyes are silver,” she said in a small voice.

“More grayish-blue on a cloudy day,” he joked, looking away quickly.

“No. They’re silver. Like coins.”

Damn. She wasn’t supposed to notice. It was rare for humans to notice. Very rare.

“I think it’s the light. Maybe you need a stronger bulb.” He pointed to the ceiling fan and the one softly glowing bulb shaped like a tear drop.

“No. They are. Silver like chrome. Silver like, well…silverware.”

Garrett could smell blood and he frowned, moving forward to check her over. “Hey, I’m Garrett, your brand-new shiny neighbor. Are you hurt then?”

“Shiny silver neighbor,” she said but more to herself than him. Then she sat up straight. “Kevin!”

“Is that his name? He’s gone.”

“Gone, how?” She narrowed her eyes at him and pulled her red robe tight.

“I escorted him out. He’s left the building. Like Elvis only not as beloved.”

She smiled for a split second and he took the chance to squat down and give her a visual once-over. A small trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. The smell filled his head. Her blood, her warmth, the lavender, the innate femaleness of her entire being. He felt the cold unusual prickle from earlier turn to molten, malleable want.

“See, they’re silver!” Before he could react, she stabbed him in the forearm with something sharp. Garrett threw his head back and roared.

Happiness is...

The Wire - The Complete Third Season Ah, hello lovelies. I have missed you. Hello Stringer...McNulty...Avon...Lieu. Hello, hello, hello. And the best part is season four is in the chute. On deck. In the wings. Waiting for its turn. Oh, baby!

Beyond that I am fresh in from dentist, grocery, walking his fatness and erranding. Now to hunker down with my book and see what my characters are up to today. And I've gotten more subs for Dirtyville! Yay me!

XOXO
Sommer

My name is Sommer and I'm a webaholic...

And I'm not kidding! My Fios connection was iffy this a.m. and the computer itself was 'off', so to speak. Just not acting right. I kept losing my connection and then it would be shoddy and then it would be "Limited". So I called the guy (super nice!) and he helped me figure out my router and what it was doing. Somehow it had rebooted itself to the wrong channel. But still...my baby was 'off'. So we went ahead and did the whole scan thing.

Despite a scan before calling, I had a virus that wasn't recognized and had to be manually removed by a tech. For three hours I watched someone else fondle my beloved computer remotely. I would have been more comfy with burly men raiding my panty drawer. But he was great, awesome, wonderful, super and kind and his name was Paul. Both of these me were on my computer remotely and both of them have now seen a top secret book cover that no one else has!

My point, I am an addict. I am online way too much. I was way too uncomfortable, and yes, lost, being off line. So, here I go. I am going to set myself some office hours, so to speak. The days of having to be online from 6.30-12.30 are over. I've worked hard and now I can have a little breathing room (I am squirming as I type this!)


I will not turn the computer on before 7 any more. So it won't go on till kiddos have been fed, I have chatted with them and I have made coffee. Then can boot this fucker up. Then I want to get off at about 3.30 for the rush of people coming into my home. Then maybe I can check email for emergencies 2x only before bed.

I gotta do something. Have to. Plus being offline a bit more will leave me even more time for writing and more time for reading Dirtyville submissions and being with real actual live people who love me!

Speaking of Dirtyville, I have submissions! Yay! And I am happy!

XOXO
Sommer

did you hear that Alison Tyler's gonna give you the skirt off her ass?

Okay, okay, so I lied a smidge. It's a replica of a skirt that's been on her ass! And it's from Yandy. She's giving it away to celebrate our fabulous ebook Skirting the Issue! And...well, need I say more? All you have to do is write a tiny dirty story. Hell, you can do that. Now get a move on! Write, write, write! Don't make me get the whip. (((Watcha!))) <----that is my signature patented whip sound in case you didn't know...

Hurry!

XOXO
Sommer