Retreat...

I'm on one. I'll be back some time Wednesday morning, I assume. Feel free to email as you normally would, but I'm checking emails v. infrequently. However, you can still contact me if need be, just don't hold your breath for a standard 5 second response! X-D I'm trying to behave and not be that way for a few days!

Off I go. Into the wild blue...um gray...well, still winterish if you must know...yonder!

XOXO

Sommer

superhappythrilledandpleased!

To be in another Pretty Things Press book. This lovely mini antho, Stocking Up, contains a story by Ms. Tyler, Ms. Valenti and self! The PDF is hot off the presses and the Kindle is coming soon. Super! Or as I love to say, awesomeness with awesome sauce.

XOXO

Sommer
p.s. I really have to say, this is by far my favorite Riendo cover so far. They just keep getting better and better. The moment you don't think they can get any more sweetly sexy...you find out you're wrong! ;)

Pain is weakness leaving the body...

Apparently, there is a shit-ton of weakness leaving my body this morning. The little tiny muscles that live near my bigger muscles all hurt. My big muscles hurt. My invisible, made up and do not exist muscles hurt. (See blog below if you have no idea all of the bits of me would hurt). I'm off to run errands. Did I say run? Hobble. I'm off to hobble errands and then come back for a (((mommy))) workout.


XOXO
Sommer
p.s. you soooo know I need this magnet! Hell, I need two!

Ow...Ow...Ow...

There's been a bit of stress lately. Various reasons and one of them kinda scary but no, still not ready to blog it, I'm too busy being hopeful. Anyhoo, I find myself stress eating like a mad woman some nights and though my clothes still fit, they are a bit snug here and there and I don't like that. The time had come to get back into a regular fitness routine (says the former workout junkie who had a quarter bounceable ass...now it's only a dime) and eat a bit healthier and cut back on the (*swoon*) wine. I've never felt better than when I was an excercise addict and truth be told, even my brisk walks aren't cutting it for my stress levels. I need sweat. I need grunting. Maybe some tears. That hot searing pain that makes you want to cry Uncle! Aunt! Grandma!

So I got this--->Skinny Bitch Fitness: Body . Four routines on one disc. Twenty minutes each. Abs, Legs, Arms, Ass. Oh. My. God. And I have to say, the skinny bitches (don't know if you read the book) are too fucking funny. They really are. And that distracts you.

My favorite part is when the little dark haired one does not know what to call out she makes noises. "And, mmm-mmm-nuh-mmm-ba-dum-duh-dum... and again!" etc. And they say ass and bitch and crotch and stuff like that. Plus, I go to do a Sumo wrestler move. And there was pain. Lots and lots of pain. I'd tell you more, but it hurts to type.

However, I proudly report I did not cheat and stop after a single section or three, though I was tempted. I did all four. And now I'm going to put on comfy clothes and get some wine and go sit down. If I can walk that far...(((mommy))).


XOXO
Sommer

Afternoon Noises

I love afternoon sex where you just sort of fall into it. When you're not expecting it but it isn't rushed and frenzied. Instead it's intense and somehow elevated above normal sex. I love when dirty talk--which is totally fun and hot and encouraged--is lost in a rush of nonsense sounds that would not verbally translate into any language. But you understand each other. I love afternoon sex where you move this way or that way and it's all fluid and perfect like some beautiful ballet and you wonder why you don't do that all the time it feels so good. I love afternoon noises that are soft and furtive, the sounds of two mouths kissing and it is the only sound in the world. I love afternoons with warm skin under my fingers and soft laughter and being quiet so no one can hear and whispered I love yous.

Mainly I love how we celebrated our fourteen years again today. And I just wanted to say that.

XOXO
Sommer

Too Salty...

I'm blogging at eXcessica today. Topics includ Iron Chef, wine, being a review princess and my fragile, fragile ego. Heh.

XOXO
Sommer

Got Bondage?

This call from the deliciously dirty Alison Tyler. I'm subbing, are you? And by subbing I mean...never mind, you probably know the answer. Corset Collar found here and god, how bad of a bad, bad girl would I be to get my hands on that thing? The answer: bad to the nth power.

XOXO
Sommer

Bondage is my bag. Or my bag is filled with bondage gear. That's the truth.


Now, I'm ready. I'm willing. I'm waiting. I want better bondage stories. The ones that peel back the very skin of your average bondage story and delve deep into the BDSM soul. Send me the stories that hurt. The ones that turn the volume way up. The glossy type that lace to the knees. (I don't like 14 eyelet, btw. I like 20.) Give me chrome. Give me hardware. Cuff me down and force me sit in my chair to soak up every last word on the page.

My standard no-nos apply: no incest, no animals, no underage. Aside from that, I don't want gore. I don't want non-con. And I don't want bleak. If you've read my books, you know my style. If you haven't—hey man, why haven't you read my books?

Word count: 2500-4000 (but I'm a flexible little sprite—if you wow me with a shorter one, or draw me in with a longer one, I'll take it).

Deadline: July 1, 2010

Questions: msalisontyler at yahoo dot com—and that's where you should send your piece, too.

Directions: Paste your sub into the body of your email. If I want it as a different format, I'll get back to you. Promise.

Bio: Shoot me one that is 50-100 words. Include your favorite form of bondage in your bio, please.

P.S. No reprints, please. Originals only. And one sub per author s'il vous plaît.

14 years ago...

I was telling my mother to stop touching my hair! I wore a red dress and lace up leather boots. I was skinny as a pencil and pre-babies. I was a nervous wreck and the minister kept standing behind me in pictures in his dark suit so you could not see how damn svelte I was! (grr).

Happy Anniversary to us!

XOXO
Sommer

Get me drunk and...

and I'll sing you this song word for word...get me drunker still and I will weep and sing you this...



No. I am not kidding. I love them so, so just bite me. Or...tell me yours.

XOXO
Sommer

I can't carry a tune in a bucket...

but you can carry me on your iTunes! I know I am showing my technology naivete but...wow! I am dead chuffed.

XOXO

Sommer

p.s. please note that I stole 'dead chuffed' from Alison Tyler...and I'm pretty damn sure she stole it from Kristina Lloyd. Thieves! All of us!

p.p.s. Did I spell naivete right? It just looks wrong. Though I once spent six hours writing 'goes' on boxes for storage and by the end I turned to a co-worker and said: did I spell that right? By then it just looked wrong.

I just sniff his nuts...

The man is a lover of all things hot. Not just hot. Cry hot. Sweat hot. Curse hot. One fateful Thanksgiving when some family nimrod gave concentrated hot sauce to him...vomit hot. The point is. He likes hot. So I found these nuts out shopping one day and bought them. Mostly because the label cracked me up and they were supposedly very hot.

He went ape! Loved them! I was a hero. A goddess. A genius! I smelled them. They smelled really nice. So one night he went to bed and I ate half of one. That's right. Half of a peanut (the hot comes form Habenero). It was not pretty. It was, in fact, pretty much like a chick flick or a comedy. I coughed...coughed...sneezed...sneezed..coughed/sneezed...coughed/sneezed...cursed. Cried. My eyes watered for twenty minutes. So now I am wiser. I satisfy myself by simply sniffing his nuts. They're too hot for me. But if love pain of the pepper kind check 'em out.

XOXO
Sommer

You just know she calls him Daddy in bed...

I am not the person you want behind you at dinner. I'm in a crowded restaurant, sure, but I'm also in my element. I'm smack dab in the middle of, hip deep in, swimming in eavesdropping and speculating opportunities. I have one captivating couple to my left and one to my right. Don't leave out the threesome of friends on one side and the freshly dating on the other. Let us not neglect the bartenders, cooks, bus boys and wait staff. Whew.

We went to dinner last night for our anniversary. The meal started off a bit rusty-like as they weren't prepared for gluten free questions/more questions or an order. But that is neither here nor there. We had the loud guy at the bar whose voice cut through everything. And I mean everything. Truly, I wanted to go stick my boot in his mouth but I love my boots, so I didn't. In front of us, we had the large Reubenesque woman with a cascade of chocolate hair and small fashionable glasses. She had no bra on and each of her breasts were larger than my head. I'm not kidding. I made a point of discreetly pointing her out to the man who then after a moment's perusal said, "No bra but a second shirt under". Hmm. How did I miss that? She liked for the guy she was with to treat her like a lady. He pulled out her chair, touched her neck, stood when she came and went. Good for her.

The freshly dating ones were still so new to each other that she blushed when he touched her but she kept giving him reason to touch her more. He caught my eye once and smiled and so did she. Cute.

We were wrapping up jerk wings and my second wine when "Marilyn" came in. I simply call her that because she was a breathy petite blond who oozed sexuality. Every gesture, ever word, every lean in, whisper, coo and flip of the hair was a carefully orchestrated sexual dance. She came in with an older Marine. I know he was a Marine because he had a hat that said MARINE. A staggeringly white shiny cap with all the braids and bells and whistles. My guess is he was high up, retired and absoultely a no bullshit person. He walked like a rod had been implanted along his spine and he smiled at her with an understated kind of adoration,probably thinking she was as cute as a bug and the fact that she could suck the chrome of a trailer hitch (I'm just guessing) probably didn't hurt any.

I turned to the man, finished off my wine, leaned in and said, "You just know she calls him Daddy in bed."

He grinned at me. "Gee, ya think?"

And there she sat, whispering in his ear, mouth forming dramatic, pouty words to puff across his cheek. She found every reason to purse her lips, stick out her tongue (just a touch) etc, etc, etc. Rest assured, you'll see "Marilyn" in a story.

So then we went home. He caught me upstairs changing. Did one of those sneaky 14-years-married maneuvers where one moment I'm laying on the bed thinking and the next I'm on my back begging him to finish me off. I got almost to that first climactic moment and whispered, "Do you want me to call you daddy in bed?"

"Only if you want to, sweetheart. Just as long as you call me."

Done and done.

XOXO
Sommer

14 years and counting...

We're going out to celebrate our 14 year anniversary (anniversarary if you are in this family) today. The actual day of the deed done 14 years ago is Wednesday. But today we're having some kid free time and going out to have a little eat and maybe a drink or two.

It's been a stressful week here. For various reasons I don't think I'm ready to blog about--odd, I know--as I am the resident big mouth (O_O). But I'm not. I'll say this. I remembered all over again why I love him. On top of trying to keep me from flying off the deep end (about things I'm not ready to blog about) with a quiet sentence here and there. And hugs. And wine. He went missing after errands this morning. His big yellow Jeep was out there but he was not. Finally, exasperated and mildly annoyed I called him on his cell (though assuming him to be on homestead premises).


He couldn't talk. He'd seen someone fall on the ice while parking and ran almost a full block up the road to help. An older gentlemen who kept passing out because it turns out when he fell, he broke his ankle pretty badly. The man helped hold him up because he kept going down but saying, "I'm not passing out." The man said, "I know, we all need a catnap now and again." He'd never take someone's dignity from them.

Anyway, he couldn't talk. He stayed with the man and another man who had rushed to help (and had then fallen himself). The man with the broken ankle was pretty distraught because his wife had just been diagnosed with a brain tumor and was home alone. So...my husband being who he is got him to focus long enough to think to call his son and helped load him in the ambulance (he was a largish fellow, let's put it that way).

Then he came home to me. So, there you go. That is my little story for this sunny Saturday. I wouldn't trade a day of the 14 years (15 together). No matter what curve balls life has chucked at us...recent or otherwise.

Why the hands? I know what those hands can do. They can make me very happy (yes-in a dirty way), they can hold babies and fix things. They can hold a wife who's trying not to let her worries and her mind run away with her sanity due to fear. They can hold an old man up and help him dial a cell phone and they can vacuum while I'm working out (and mop, too!). Those hands can peel my papaya any day and the reason you only get to see his hands?...the rest of him is all mine.

XOXO
Sommer

something about copyright for underwear

The man sent me this last night. Trying to explain to me (as he reads news, local and international to boot!) about this being banned in Germany because of some copyright on underwear. He's up to date on what's going on.

So...I watched it. Not expecting to like it enough to watch it more than once. I love Beyonce as an entertainer and I've grown fond of Lady Gaga and think she's super neat, but I'm more of a Motown, Otis Redding, Counting Crows kinda girl Anyhoo...I liked it. I liked it a lot and I have to say, I wouldn't mind being the cream in a Beyonce/Lady Gaga sammich. Whew.

TGIFF (Thank goodness it's fucking Friday!)

XOXO
Sommer

five footwear flashers...

These five fetching footwear flashers originally appeared at Ruthie's Club. Enjoy!


Sandals
by Sommer Marsden


I made sure to paint them red. Bright red. I slid my feet into the sandals. Nothing more than delicate woven strands of leather barely tethering my feet to the thin leather soles. I couldn’t wait for the reveal.

“Ready?” Alex combed his fingers through his hair. He stopped when I entered the room.

I waited. Smiling as he took me in from head to toe. “Ready,” I said.

His eyes locked on my sandals and I felt the familiar tingle spread through my limbs, my belly. I wiggled my toes.

“A walk on the beach first?” Alex said to my feet.

“Sure.”

Hand in hand we went down the private deck to the stretch of beach. His gaze never left my feet. Alex loves to watch the sand slide into my sandals. Play between my toes. Insinuate into every nook and cranny. I don’t get it, but I do appreciate the effect. And they looked good. Tan and lean with cherry red toenails.

“Did you buy them for me, Crystal?” He said it almost shyly after thirteen years of marriage.

“You know I did.”

He pulled me behind a dune and dropped to his knees. Fingers, hands, face, tongue on the tops of my feet. My toes. I pushed him back with my foot. Ran my exposed toes over his hard cock. It strained at his shorts and I nudged it harder. I traced the length of him with the toe of my sandal. He made needy little sounds.

He reached his point. Pulled me down. Yanked at my skirt, lifting it up. I sank down, pulled up, riding him with my back to him. Facing his feet. The way he likes. I fucked him looking out at the ocean, while he stroked my feet, my sandals, my toes.

Slippers
by Sommer Marsden

Charlie loved the change in season. It meant her feet got cold.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle…

“What are you grinning at?” Debbie asked.

He just kept grinning, drinking her in. Faded college tee, low slung gym shorts with her hot pink thong peeking out the back. And there they were. Her white fuzzy slippers. Her feet looked as if they had been swallowed by two oversized cotton balls. Delicate ankles seemed to grow out of the fuzzy puffs.

“Well?”

“Nothing. You chilly?”

“Yeah, but it’s nice,” Debbie said. Her smile grew wider and she shuffled off. The slippers changing her normal sultry swagger to a sorority girl shuffle. A little less confident, a little more wary.

Maybe that was what always got his dick hard. Charlie followed her.

“Tea?” Debbie asked, bending to the low cabinet and rummaging. Her dark pony tail bucked and swayed as she searched.

“Um. Sure.” Charlie stared, trying for control. It was useless.

His wife stretched further, looking for the elusive tea and he ran his hands up the firm swell of her thighs. Dug his fingers under her shorts, wiggled them, sighed.

“What are you doing?” she snickered, still foraging.

“Rubbing your ass.”

She pushed back. His lovely wife. Her ankles flexing above the mass of fuzzy cotton. Charlie yanked down her shorts and thong. Debbie rested her palms on the counter and sighed when is fingers invaded her cunt. Wet.

“Take off the tee,” he ordered, circling the head of his cock over her moisture. Her pony tail danced when she did.

Charlie sank in deep, gripped her hips and stared at her feet. He fucked her hard, her slim torso spread across the counter. The harder he thrust the more she slid. And when he came the slippers whispered on the linoleum.

Sneakers
By Sommer Marsden

“I bet I can beat you!” Cheryl laughed.

She was nothing but a blur. A tall blond blur of long legs and a heart shaped ass in red leggings.

He increased his speed.

“It’s about time, slow poke,” she puffed, resting against a tree.

Brad bent, hands on knees, breath harsh. “Jesus. You trying to kill me?”

“Nope. This is training. You’re supposed to try to keep up.”

Brad nodded. He thought he might pass out. He stared at her red and gray sneakers with the little tennis socks peeking out. Focus. Breathe. Then the red leggings came into view, a puddle around her ankles.

Brad blinked. Surely he was hallucinating.

“I’ll let you fuck me if you catch me,” Cheryl whispered. The grove of trees was deserted.

Before he could answer she bolted.

Brad gave chase. Trying to block out her jiggling bottom. The elusive flash of the vee of hair between her legs. The promise of the prize.

Cheryl tangled in ivy. Brad put on speed, tackled her gently. Didn’t want to hurt her.

Her legs fell open, thighs spread for him. The rubber soles of her shoes pulled at his skin.

“Looks like you caught me.”

His gym shorts down, his cock out, he drove in. Cheryl arched up, pulling him deeper with her runner’s legs.

She was hot and wet. She was as tight as a fist. He fucked her hard in the dead leaves and wild ferns. He stuck his finger in her mouth and she sucked hard. Would her mouth feel like that on his cock?

She got tight around him and then cried out. Brad came with a growl. Somewhere birds took flight.

“What was that about?” He helped her up.

“Every runner needs incentive.”

And then she was off.

Heels
By Sommer Marsden

Her ass looks great in heels. Her muscled calves standing out from the pressure of being on her toes. Her slim ankles wrapped in the thinnest band of black satin. And that rhinestone buckle. I can’t help but stare as she saunters past.

She glances my way. Smiles. I’m hard. Just like that. Like the flip of a switch.

She glides away. How does she walk like that on heels that high? That thin? There lies the mystery and the allure. That and the soft sway of her round ass under her short black dress.

I follow along and she glances back. To see if I’m following? Yes. She smiles.

My mind jumps ahead. Her in the coat room, dress hiked up, ass bare, tottering on impossibly high heels. My cock sliding into her. That first warm stroke. That first moment where all my nerves jump to life.

I duck in after her.

*****

He’s right behind me. My heartbeat is erratic and on the heels I feel like I’m swaying a million miles above everything. Both powerful and weak. On top of the world but vulnerable on my perch.

I sway my hips. An odd mating dance. This dress, these heels. Arriving like this with nothing under my dress but me. I slide behind the coats and hold my breath. He’ll come. Of course he will. He was right on my heels.

The coats part and his hands are everywhere. His lips on my neck. Breath hot in my ear. Cool air on my skin as my dress is hiked up. I bend forward, part for him. Let him in and force back against him. So wet. Perfect. The rhythm, the place, the motion of tipping.

“God, your ass,” he says.

I smile. My ass looks great in heels.

Boots
by Sommer Marsden

I am a badass in boots. My self doubt disappears the moment they are on. These are red. Powerful.

“You ready?”

“I am.”

“You wearing those?” Clay frowns. “A bit whorish, aren’t they?”

“No. They match.” I don’t meet his eyes as I put my earrings on.

“I think you should change them.”

“I won’t.”

“Sara!” His voice is threatening.

“No.” I put on my lipstick. Eye myself in the mirror.

Clay grabs my arm and spins me. I push at him. I love when it's my turn.

“You’ll changed those boots,” he hisses.

“I will not. I wear them or I don’t go.”

His cock is already hard. I can see it tenting the front of his dress slacks. “Bitch.”

“Yes. And bitch says, on your knees.”

He kneels willingly. He likes it, too, but would never admit it.

I hike up my skirt, shove my bare pussy against his face. My normal shyness gone. Pantyless and in control, I grind against him and he capitulates. His tongue parting me, lips sucking, fingers seeking.

I come and then, greedy, push against him harder. Clutch his dark hair with my fists. I make him give me another. Until my hot sex makes its own demands. Pushed to his back, Clay looks powerless. I yank open his zipper and sink down. His cock stretches me and I throw my head back.

I wrestle his arms above his head. He captures my nipple in his mouth. Sucks through my satin dress. Makes soft, helpless sounds. That makes me come again. Clay helpless. Me on top. My cunt clutches at him and I don’t stop.

Clay comes. He looks peaceful for a moment.

“Let’s go,” I say and climb off.

He just smiles and slides his hands along my tall, red boots.


~~~

I don't know about you, but my footwear fetish is satisfied. For now.

XOXO
Sommer

Naughty Confessions, anyone?

A contest (cuntest?) you should know about from the fabulous and sexy Domina Doll. Feel free to repost, writers.

Hey Readers!

My new columnist Olga Wolstenholme (the Cuntfessional) and I are teaming up to put on a month-long contest to celebrate V-Day and show our support of ending violence against women and girls worldwide.

Building on the idea of the Vagina Monologues, we are putting on a Naughty Confessional Contest to encourage all of you to write out your confessions in the comments section of Olga’s Cuntfessional posts.

What do we want? We want raw, dirty, honest, steamy, sexy, hot, real-life confessionals that somehow branch off of the ideas or topics in Olga’s the Cuntfessional posts. [full post here]

So what are you waiting for, folks? Confess already.

XOXO

Sommer

honored

Submission by ~inked-aura on deviantART

My fiction piece was in a copy of Prometheus the magazine for TES. It's not for sale and handed out at gatherings. In That Moment of Waiting is a piece that had a hard time finding a home. Until it found the perfect one. I received the long awaited magazine last night and it's gorgeous. To find out more about TES go here.

XOXO
Sommer

bain fied

Urps. Wasnt't thinking. I am, as I just said to someone: 'bain fied'. Eep!

Here is a tiny taste of TEOTR from Smashwords. School tomorrow. Yay! Two hours late, but yay! Even after a kick me in the ass hard work out I still managed a happy dance when I heard. Wooooooohooooooooooooooo! School tomorrow! Writing time! No one here but me!...*ahem* sorry. Got a little kercited as my son used to say. X-D

XOXO
Sommer

Excerpt from
The End of the Rainbow
by Sommer Marsden

Marco turned to me and grinned. "True. You’re a good girl doing these for charity." An invisible fist squeezed my heart and my belly fluttered with butterflies. He could still get me with a simple smile. I shifted on the bed, stretched my legs, accepted the pain and swallowed my sounds of discomfort. Marco’s eyes did a quick tour of my naked body and the small dots of water still on my shoulders and breasts. "You should probably cover up, Taryn. I’m only a man."

I smiled at him. The pain suddenly replaced with a need. I flexed my toes, pointed them. Flex, point. I knew it made the muscles in my legs stand out. It accented my cut calves and firm thighs. Triggered the hip flexor muscles and sucked my belly flat. I opened my legs just a bit so that my shaved sex was visible. The dark pink lips now very wet from his gaze alone. I threw my arms up over my head and arched my back. I did moan, then. The motion was both painful and invigorating. It hurt so good. My body needed the stretch and my pussy needed the man who was watching me.

"Taryn?" His voice was gruff and I heard him take a step toward me.

Our bedroom was silent and warm but I broke out in goose bumps. "Yes, dear?"

"I’m going to be a good guy and ignore your nakedness and give you a rubdown. You need it and God knows you deserve it. Plus there is the whole thing that I’ve always read about.”

“What?”

“How true athletes abstain before an event.”

"But I want--"

"It’s not about what you want. It’s about what you need," he said.

"But--"

"Shh. I found it." He waggled a little white tube at me. "Peppermint and lavender. All natural. But it should help loosen you up. And you’ll smell damn near edible."

I stretched some more and spread my legs in a wider V. Wide enough that I knew he could see the slick folds and wet slit of my pussy if he looked. And he did look. But only for a second and then he shut his eyes like some kind of saint. "But I am loose. And I am edible," I complained.

you set the price

And it could totally backfire in my face. Not really. It is an experiment, after all. I completely stole the idea from a fellow eXcessica author after seeing him post about it on the author list. So, here goes. The End of the Rainbow is a hot little St. Patrick's Day ditty that ran once upon a time at the sadly defunct Ruthie's Club. Now it's back and you set the price. It is only available at Smashwords right now. Have at it, folks. I'll be drinking coffee and trying to juggle these projects if you need me.

The kids are off again. Day 11 of them home. Who is that giggling?...oh, it's me.

XOXO

Sommer

help. me.

I just got the email. School is closed tomorrow. The last day they were in school was 2/5 and they got out 2 hrs early. Today I woke and no one was here. Girl child was at a birthday sleepover, boy child was at his cousin's, the man was at work. It only lasted a bit, but it was...bliss. Nirvana. Heaven. Eden. Perfect!

And now...more snow is possibly coming and the bus stops are not clear nor are the roads. The walkers cannot walk and...they are off. Again.

That sound you hear is the Universe. And she is laughing. At me. (o_O)

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. but somehow I am still working on this current novel to distract myself from the other novel being at its intended destination under consideration. Om...

Once we ship off the other one I can give you a spanking...

Baby it's cold outside but it's Valentine's Day. Boy child has left for a sleepover. And as we stood to wave good-bye from the cold porch, the man stuck his hand in my back jean pocket, leaned in and said right in my ear, "Once we ship off the other one I can give you a spanking..."

Girl child has a birthday sleepover tonight. They'll both be gone. The house will be ours. Hmm. I sure hope your Valentine's Day is looking as promising as mine. <3

Big, big love.

XOXO
Sommer

Smile, Hon...there's sex...

Happy, happy, happy to report that I am in issue (lucky) 13 of Smile, Hon (the sex issue). How awesome is that? To find out more about my favorite hometown rag, go here. And pick up your own copy while you're there! Go on, do it. Don't make me get the whip and Chinese drip candles...

XOXO
Sommer

Hot off the presses...whew. Did I say hot?

Pretty cool. I mean hot. Yay! Read more about it here.

XOXO
Sommer

"Ms. Marsden has a very sexy novella here..."

Corporeal got a very satisfying, warm glow of a write up at Bitten by Books. Go peek for yourself! And thanks to BBB for taking the time to review me :)

XOXO
Sommer

Valentine Special

At Spastic Girl Press. Buy one erotica download, get one free. It's simple. Choose a download, pay for it, in the special instructions put the title of your freebie (title must be equal to or lesser than purchased item) and you get both for the price of one! It's my way of spreading a little love and dirtiness through the land.

Runs until midnight EST 2/15/10

Happy, happy!

XOXO

Sommer

Forgot to say...

I finished Chasing the Dead last night right after the blizzard warning was finally removed for us. Around ten. What an awesome book! What a eerily appropriate read for all this snow. If you recall from an earlier blog, I was a huge fan of Joe Schreiber's No Doors, No Windows and I loved this one even more. If you're in the mood for a good gripping book while you ride out the weather, I highly recommend it.

Now on to the first in James A. Moore's Serenity Falls trilogy, Writ In Blood. Took me a bit of time to get my hands on the trilogy so, I'm really excited about it. I have to have something good to read in the evenings when my brain tries to decompress from the staggering line of deadlines.

XOXO

Sommer
p.s. If you're reading something kick ass, do tell. I love to add books to my must check out list. It was from the fabulous Scarlett Greyson that I found out about The Garoyle. One of my favorite reads of last year.

my aunt sent me this...

it came while i was shoveling my neighbor out. She's in her late 60s and she lives alone. It was waist high when I started. I have to admit, I was pretty fucking proud of myself that by the time the man was able to stop what he was doing to come help, I was pretty much done.

"Damn, baby, that was about a ton of snow."

You know it! She gave me wine. Two bottles. Absofrickinglutely would not take no for an answer. Jeeze...am I that easy to peg! X-D

XOXO
Sommer

This song makes me so fucking happy...no idea why!

pretty...the finger...blizzard sex...

This was out my writing window yesterday during the worst of the blowing. The reason you don't see the roughly 10-20 inches (damn near impossible to measure due to winds and drifts) we got yesterday was because the wind was blowing it off the railings! fark!

Today it is not as blowy, not at all snowy and actually sunny. But I cannot show you a picture of today because every time someone points a camera at me whilst I shovel out of the 30-some odd inches in my driveway, I flip them the bird. Show my middle finger. Give the old one finger salute. So, you must settle for a pic of mid-blow!

I do have to say that the blizzard sex last night made up for...well, it made up for the whole damn blizzard if you must know. Nothing says baby it's cold outside like a few nice warm orgasms and some laughter under the covers. Redrum my ass. More like erehtthgir...erehtthgir...

Heh. Rinse and repeat.

XOXO

Sommer

last night from my bedroom window...today from the back deck...

The storm is still storming. The mound behind my SUV is taller than the SUV. More pics soonish.

XOXO

Sommer

alert the media!

I am all kinds of organized. I can't believe it! We ran errands fast and dirty (heh) this morning

because more snow is on the way. Another 10-20" expected on top of our thirty. So we hit the library and got Inglorious Basterds and Zombieland and some music and a book. Then I came home and got a wild hair up my ass, as the saying goes, and organized my whole big wooden organizer that is chock full of...well, everything! Household stuff, work stuff for the man, school stuff, writing stuff. Two hours it took but I am done and I am organized.

My latest book went off to my editor yesterday. Fingers, toes, eyes (but never legs!) crossed. Wish me luck!

The girl child made a pie (and a big ass mess) and it's in the oven. The man is trying to knock down all the lethal icicles before the next storm comes and the boy child...well, he is staring at the X-Box Live and drooling (we're on day five now. all brain cells have stopped functioning except the ones that control his controller fingers). I am about to go write on the latest book set at Christmas time. And those biceps are involved. Mmm. Biceps. But if you must know I am really a forearms girl myself!

Also, I just have to say this. I get a request a day or more for advice, input or help. Even people who ask me to read for them on occasion. I try to field them all. Hell, I do field them all, actually. And I have to say, 80% of the folks never come back and say thank you. That floors me. And it bugs the shit out of me to be blunt. Which I can be because it is my blog. People, if you ask someone for help and they help you (in general, not just in writerland), remember what your momma taught you and simply say thanks. It will greatly increase your odds of getting help again the next time you need it. Food for thought.

Love and hugs and more snow coming!

XOXO
Sommer

Order, mail, questions, copies, and...gasp!

I woke to a ton of stuff in all my inboxes this morning. Two for me, one for original me, etc and so on and so forth. I'm still dealing with it all. Running from regular computer to laptop and back. Proofing, editing and fielding emails. Plus all the farking SPAM lately makes it hard to wade through. But the book is priority. I want this baby going to the editor this week! STAT! :)

I need a secretary! X-D

XOXO
Sommer

I'm too short for this shite...

Pray For Rain...

My little download is having a stellar weekend. I'm not sure why, but I'm not complaining. Every time I turn around I've sold another copy on Kindle or through other venues, including Spastic Girl Press. Yay!

Thanks to all those buying my work. I think people are snowed in and getting their dirty on this weekend. And maybe this one is doing the best because rain is close to snow? Or it could be my original theory, the anal sex in the key word tags. ;)

XOXO
Sommer

our lamp has...

a beehive! Perfect for Baltimore!

We're well over two feet and it's still coming down hard. The winds are picking up. Kids and I cleared the back deck so it didn't collapse. This is the back steps AFTER they were cleared once. Eesh.

Lots of activity, snow battles, laughter, fun. Neighborhood is out like the 'old days' before the magic box. Hot chocolate, laundry going, wet floors, towels, snow covered dog, chicken on the rotisserie. Good stuff. I am trying to wedge in a bit of proofing but we are basically hanging out and having fun and then occasionally scattering to do our own thing.

The man just asked me to bring him a cigar. "And snip the end off or you can bring me the cutters." I brought him the cutters as a) there is a huge storm and we are snowed in and b) no one can get to us if we have an emergency, say a cut off fingertip and c) I have met me before and know my track record. I like all my fingers where they are!

Happy snow day!

XOXO
Sommer

"I think I have just found my new favorite erotic author in Sommer Marsden..."

Awesomeness with awesome sauce! There's a very, very nice review of Bittersweet up at Manic Readers. Made my snowy, snowy day!

Just cooked up a whole ton of bacon, eggs, and toast for the troops. Now we go tackle the back deck so it doesn't collapse. Go read my lovely review! Thanks to Cherly of MR for reviewing me!

XOXO
Sommer

so it snowed a bit...

And it's still snowing! Click them, they get bigger!

fig 1: outside my writing window. neighbor's back gate, ours is buried!

fig 2: neighbor's big ass SUV...buried

fig 3: come in won't you? our front porch before shoveling. can't even see the steps...or the walk...or the road...

fig 4: the man shoveling so he can walk down the steps. shoveling to find the steps. genius!

fig 5: the Jeep in the driveway snowed in. the Jeep is on a lift kit so it's taller than the average Jeep and still...

It should snow all day and end sometime late this evening. It's officially the biggest snow the kids have ever seen and the last one here that was this big we conceived boy child. Hey, shut up! There wasn't even a computer in the house then and you can only shovel so much!

XOXO
Sommer

my day off so far...

...has consisted of cheating and reading a bit of my book for errors. Not too horrible, considering I almost don't remember writing it so it's almost like reading someone else's book. Standing in line at the bank forever because they only have two tellers due to quitting, cut backs and schedule issues. Yawn. The craft store for quilt stuff and candles. The library for The Birds for boy child.

Then, let's see, lunch. A brisk spanking, crack, crack, crack followed by a good lay in a big bed beneath huge windows with skies that are promising snow. Big, big snow.

Now I'm going to take a shower and do some laundry. I could really get used to this 'day off' business. But later I might write a short for fun. But no pressure. No. Pressure. At all!

XOXO

Sommer

Coming soon...

to a small dirty town near you...

take two...

Ugh! Today started with a bang and I feel like I've had a full day already at 11 a.m. The boy child had a sore throat last night. Then again this a.m. Strep is going around so off we go to the doc as soon as the bus leaves. No strep but extra swab went out. School with him. Store for me. The grocery store. The. Grocery. Store. And tomorrow they are calling for the kick off of some super icky weather and accumulation so me and every elderly person in the greater Baltimore area tried to shop simultaneously this morning. Stupid ass me just needed some normal shopping stuff. Somehow that always coincides with 'weather events'. I just must have a lucky horseshoe up my ass or some such.

Then library for returns (due to impending weather). Then home to unload. Then started veg soup for tonight because really good fresh soup makes me happy. Can't figure out the blaring headache until I remember: tada! I have not eaten. So I heat up my lunch while I finish soup. And I take three bites and sit to answer emails and...phone rings. Come get boy child! He is miserable.


Sigh. No food for me. Out to school, collect child, home for soup tweaking, ate and now...my god. No shit, I may be a wuss but I am so tired. And I say to the man, and now I must start the new book.


Dead silence. Then. "No, you must not start the new book. You can take a day off once in a while. Or two."

"I took of yesterday," lied I.

"No you didn't. You wrote a short and read for your anthology."

Hmm.

"I took the day off before that."

"NO you didn't. You spent all day doing promo and paperwork."

Hmm. Who knew he paid attention so well?

Guess what. I'm taking the rest of the day off. And maybe tomorrow. That will be not one, but two. Two days. That new book can wait two days, right? Right!? Well, it'll just have to. As will the antho, the novella, the short and proofing. No earthly clue why I'm mentally deflated...

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. i was not feeling blue but i was feeling that nailpolish. painted them the other night and shocking! still in tact. the cheaper the polish the longer it lasts. odd. photo credit goes to girl child.

the music that speaks to my soul...

Friend, I was sooooo born in the wrong decade. But this is background for reading and editing and plotting and planning. I've got some definites for Dirtyville and I am a happy, happy girl.

Now Solomon and I are going to have just one more go at this song.

XOXO
S

morning...

is shrouded. I love it. School is in today, only two hours late and I'm shocked. But with what they're calling for this weekend, I'm sure that's the schools playing tight to the chest with snow days. So be it. It is in fact Wacky Wednesdays so they're excited anyhow.

Consecration Kindle went up just fine overnight. All seems to be well with it. I think. I'm pretty sure...hell, sometimes I just smile and nod.

XOXO

Sommer

our pretty snow...

It somehow makes me feel safe, secure and yes, loved. Go figure that out. It's supposed to go all night and maybe a biggun this weekend. Now I'm going to go keep peeking at it through the window and once in a while I'll go out and listen to the hush of it all...

"i don't read them..."

I've been meaning to put this up for a thousand years now. For you writers. You actors. You creative types. I am a teeny tiny bit of a perfectionist. Not that everything I do is perfect. Far from it. But in the respect that I expect and unnatural level of perfection from myself to the point that good is not good enough and if it's not excellent, stellar, yet unheard of or...hey, perfect, I'm ready to fall on my sword. Which is really quite insane if you think about it.

I saw this about a year ago and think that for 19 years old, he's bloody brilliant. (Did you see me, dear reader, use bloody? :) ) Go to 2:55-ish if you're pressed for time. I'm adopting this policy whenever possible. Head down, helmet on, focus on the project, don't look up. Be in the process not observing it.

Tomorrow I start the next book and later this week I'll proof the one I just finished. I had a great dinner party tonight. Great food made by moi, great dessert (ditto), great wine, great company, great wine and most of all, a huge amount of love in my little dining room. Good. Fucking. Stuff!

XOXO
Sommer

I totally lied...

I said Janelle's Way was the last, but this one was. This one I had and it was taken, the place folded...taken...folded...taken...guess what? folded? Yes! So now that it's traveled all over the place, I am putting it out as a SGP story. This actually should truly, truly be the last for a few months. I have a bunch of commitments. But it was half done as far as formatting and cover so...what the hell, right?

That is the wolf moon in negative. How cool? Very.

A twisted, warped tale of tainted love and sex. You know, the usual. It's up on SGP, Kindle (well it was but it was up wrong! any moment now!), 1 Erotica Ebooks and Smashwords. Whew. That was a mouthful.

XOXO

Sommer

That would be you...

I put myself on severe restrictions this week. Signed off frequently and wrote on the laptop to keep myself in check and finish the book. (Yay!) I know some will say it's insane, but I always have the TV on as background noise. I can't do music because I start singing (or daydreaming). The TV is perfect. We once had one of those expensive therapeutic guess what kind of person you are INFP or whatnot etc guys come into the Catholic high school I attended. He said I was the kind of person who needed to concentrate against something. So I could actively concentrate. Otherwise, my mind was too creative and meandered. I think that was his nice way of saying I'm a spaz.

Anyway, I had the TV on and I have seen this particular episode about sixty times. It's a cute show and I watched it often but was never a rabid fan. However, this restaurant scene here is still one of my favorite TV moments ever. I laugh my ass off every time I see it. No matter how often. Start about about 5 mins 30 seconds if you are pressed for time.

The man said the first time he saw it, "My god. That would be you."

The funny thing is. He's right.

XOXO
Sommer

Somewhere Between Good And Excellent...

And I'll take either or both! Base Nature got a very pleasant write up at Seriously Reviewed. Big thanks to them for taking the time to review. And hey, I found out I won their advertising freebie promo the same day I found out my review would go live. Can you say, "sweet!". Bonus!

XOXO
Sommer

shake your tail feathers with me, baby!

I am done my book! Done! Done-ity, done, done, done! Seventy-two thousand words of goodness, my friend. Hot sex, funny characters, laugh out loud scenes, drama, songs, fancy shoes and meddling mothers. Oh, my god. I have to honestly say...I think this is my absolute very favorite thing I've ever written. I know that will probably change, but during this heartbeat in time, I am so proud of this book I could just pop. And fall over. Pop! and them Boom!


So, I'm here drinking wine, very happy, stupid grinning kind of happy. If you get a moment, pour a glass and raise it and I will surely Slainte you! 'Cause I'm fucking giddy is what I am!

Woohooo!

The Little Penguin is my favorite range of wines right now. (See me using fancy words like 'range') My fave of the fave is the Cab. But you knew that if you read my blog.

I get to take tomorrow off and then on to the next. I'm actually a bit behind on this one. I have a cover and no book yet! Eek! (O_O)

XOXO

Sommer

dude, it's like a mini movie!

Have you seen this? I just got to watch it today! It's like a mini movie and I am all kinds of impressed. If you get a moment, watch the sexy trailer for AT's upcoming The ESP Affair. Upcoming to Kindle. It's available other places right now. So go to her blog for all the dirt. As far as the dark hair dream man, might I just say um...yum!

XOXO
Sommer

Breathtaking...

Coming Together For The Cure edited by Alessia Brio has been Re-Released with All Romance Ebooks. Fabulous! All info can be found here.

Is it me or is that simply breathtaking?

Go get yours today. It's a great anthology for a even greater cause.

XOXO
Sommer