first stop, Dirtyville...

second stop, Kinkyville! Surprise, surprise, I received about four times the amount of work I needed for my little antho. Enough that I was able to do two anthologies with 13 sexy stories each. And I still had to turn down some superb stories.

I should have final lineups soon after I hear from all the authors and I can't wait to get these to sinful books polished and done! We run the gamut from sweet to filthy, funny to dark. Very, very excited!

Thank you to all the authors who submitted to me. If you did not make these first two books I hope you'll submit to any future anthos. I really had a hard time whacking (heh) my way down to even 26!

XOXO
Sommer

Pleasurists #71

Jessica Jae by Johari Davis

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Editor’s Pick

• Rascal the Baller by Wilhelmina Wang



Imagine my shock when I got it in the mail and realized it was FUCKING GINORMOUS: this Rascal is a whopping 17.5″ x 2.5″.

Moral of the story: don’t order a toy without carefully checking the specs.

Meanwhile, I was stuck with the damn thing and had to do something with it in order to write a review. The question was, what?

Editor

Scarlet Lotus St. Syr

On to the reviews…

Vibrators

• Cal Exotics Couture Masseur by Kaijah
• Evolved Fleur de Lis Pure by la petite
• Voila by True Pleasures
• We-Vibe II by EffinSara
• Kokeshi Girl Doll by Mistress Kay
• 7 Function Remote Bullet by Sammi
• Remote Vibe Panty by Garnet Joyce
• High Roller by Jon’s Babydoll
• Fukuoku 9000 by Sexorcism
• Bondage Duckie by ThePinkPoppet

Dildos

• Topsy Turvy by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew
• Topco Buster by EffinSara
• Vixen Astrovibe by Epiphora
• Whipspider Rubberworks Jellyfish by Carrie Ann
• Buster by Darling Dove
• Dai-Do #1 by Carrie Ann

Anal Toys

• Flexi Felix by Epiphora
• Cal Exotics Aluminum Mini Plug by EffinSara
• Njoy Pfun by Epiphora

Toys for Cocks

• Tenga Double Hole by Scarlet Lotus St. Syr
• Throb Master by The Masturbator

Lube, Massage Oil, Bath Stuff, & etc.

• Kama Sutra Love Essentials Gift Set by Scarlet Lotus St. Syr
• Little Genie Delicious Kisses by Rayne
• Wet Together by Wilhelmina Wang
• Touché Ice Vibe Freezable Lube (Vanilla) by True Pleasures
• Touché Ice Vibe Freezable Lube (Chocolate) by True Pleasures
• Touché Ice Vibe Freezable Lube (Mint) by True Pleasures
• Touché Ice Freezable Lube (Orange) by True Pleasures

BDSM/Fetish

• Ruff Doggie Styles Cat Oh Nine Tails by Rayne
• Spartacus Silicone Removable Small Ball Gag by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew
• Whipper Tickler by Mistress Kay

Adult Books/Games

• Sex Positions 101 by Mistress Kay
• Susie Bright’s “I Dare You” Cards by Dr. Ruthie

Adult Movies & Porn

• Bound by Mistress Kay
• Seven Minutes in Heaven by Essin’ Em
• PrincessKali.com by Bad Bad Girl
• Tristan Taormino’s Expert Guide to Advanced Fellatio by Epiphora
• This Ain’t Saved By the Bell XXX by J.D. Bauchery
• Snake Bondage for Lesbian SM by FrzKey
• Zack Cook Massaged by The Porn Librarian
• Bottoms Up Orgasms by J.D. Bauchery
• Alone with the Enemy by FrzKey

Lingerie

• Erotique SexyFishnet Top with G-String by Sommer Marsden

Storage

• Devine Toy Box by Alley

Miscellaneous

• Clone-A-Willy Kit by Mistress Kay
• Clone-A-Willy Kit by Dani Darling
• Clone-A-Willy Kit by Hubman
• Nipple Chain with Bells by True Pleasures
• Tribal Design Back/Belly Chain with Sapphire Colored Stone by True Pleasures
• Pleasure Me Purse Kit by Jessie Beth
• Kegel 8 Exercise Cones by Joanna Cake

"I like bright things" or "How to amuse yourself when you are sick"

I spent the morning wrapping up a very exciting project I have yet to announce (soon, soon!) and then reading for Dirtyville. I've read some stellar stories and have no clue how I'm going to whittle this down to just thirteen lucky tales.

I've done a shit-ton of work this week because I've been mucho under the weather for about ten days running now. So work keeps me focused and calm when I can't even have wine or hell, some freaking junk food too soothe the savage beast (I am said beast). Anyway, if I could knit I would be all over this yarn from Dyed Bright Here. Isn't it gorgeous? It reminds me of really thick braids of brightly colored hair. I want to put my fingers in it and squeeze and maybe mess it up a bit. Okay, so it turns me on a touch. But I can't--knit, that is. So later I am dipping my blonde tips (not tits) into some temp hair dye I bought kiddos. I'll have some red tips and some purple. To amuse myself and keep my brain calm while I heal and wait for the final sentence (I mean diagnosis) from the doc.

Back to puzzling out 13 dirty tales of small time raunchy. Yay me! Smut!

XOXO
Sommer

maybe it's wrong...

but it turns me on to see my book Blank up there. Especially after yesterday. Sigh...So pretty.

XOXO
Sommer

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I've been a bad, bad girl...

And Blogger is being bad, too. It won't add my picture. So you'll have to see what this bad girl covets here. No My Dirty Monday review this week but a recent fun one is here.

Too much of a week behind me to do a review this Monday. Last week was a blur of issues, docs visits and then the man's birthday. But I did my errata for one project today and now I am reading for the Dirtyville antho! I hope I'm reading something dirty by you.

Happy Monday.

XOXO
Sommer

Oh look! I got the pic up on the final final final try! Yay! Isn't it grand?

I have to admit, it made me cry...

This review by British Bull Dog for Rainbow Reviews was flagged for me, so I went to read it. I was sitting here, no coffee, wanting coffee, no wine or real food or coffee for days. Thinking about making a big birthday breakfast the man and the kids and eating plain grits. Bleh...

And I read this. And I read it and read it and then I said to the man, "I think this is the best, nicest, coolest review ever." And then I burst into tears.

And birthday boy looked flabbergasted and said, "Then...why are you crying?"

"Because I'm haaaaa-peeeeeee!"

Gosh. Tired, sick, hungry girls and the waterworks.

But it really was the nicest review and I think it made me cry because there was some real appreciation for my writing in there. Not just the sex. The writing. And that is awesome. Plus, I'm not a gay man. Let's face it. No matter what, I can only channel my inner gay man, and shoot for a story about a human...period. So, for someone to verify that I actually pulled off the story I had hoped. Well, shut up, it made me cry :P

XOXO
Sommer

Happy Birthday!

To the man! Today is his birthday wonder if I get to spank him...?

XOXO
Sommer

doctor, doctor...

give me the news...and for shit's sake make it good! It's been a doctor week and funnily enough (is that a word?) I have had blood drawn not once but twice. And I'm on my way to an ultrasound. Just lucky I guess. What better time to announce that I've taken my medical fetish story In The Blood that originally appeared in the Ruthie's Club Medical Issue and put it out as an SGP release.

So here I am announcing it! Tada :) Off I go. Wish me luck. They're going to squirt that warm jelly crap all over me. I just know it.

Blurb: Daniel's always been turned on by the sight of his own blood. He doesn't know why or even what it's called, but getting his blood taken can be an embarrassing ordeal. Until he meets Wendy--a phlebotomist with a heart of gold and a twin fetish. Things in the lab heat up.

XOXO
Sommer
~also on Smashwords, Kindle and Spastic Girl Press (of course!)

(o.O) crap

It's Thursday! I issue you a writing challenge smackdown throwdown um challenge thingy on my blog at eXcessica! heh.

XOXO
Sommer

p.s. fabulous artist here

That was rude!

Not really! Heh. Just me saying, hey, lookit! My author Q&A is up at Rude Words. Awesomeness with awesome sauce. And I'm sitting on Liz Coldwell. Fab! I love Liz! Always happy to um...sit on her...yeah, see that sounded different out of my head than in. ;)

XOXO
Sommer

p.s. why the sculpture? Aren't I clever? Go here.

tie me down, turn me off...

Doctors this a.m., more docs to come. Working on a very hot story right now...and an antho...and an errata...another project. Oh and proofing. To submit. And...

What?

I'm feeling a bit kinetic at the moment. It doesn't overwhelm me often, but when it does, it does. And then I look like a hummingbird. I can't settle for long. And there will come a point in the day (as I know there will today) where the man will say to me, "Do I need to tie you down and turn you off? Or is it tie you down and turn you on?"

Yes, please.

XOXO

Sommer

"Five sentences in and I was hooked."

Yay! The Greed Jar got a lovely five star review on Amazon. So pleased. Though I did start laughing when she said: "...I made the mistake of reading this in the car while on a shopping trip with my parents. Probably not my best idea."

Um...yeah. See. Probably not. (O_O)

But then: "In typical Sommer fashion this was pulse pounding, hot and sexy.

Two words - BUY IT."

Hell yeah!

Grateful for a super great review. It made my day. Ole!

XOXO
S

almost...done...

On St. Patrick's Day I couldn't decide on a new project. So I wasn't going to write. Then at the last moment, I started one all willynilly. That was last Wednesday. It's Tuesday and I'm almost done that project. I'm up to about 22K and I'm like a mad woman. Every moment I can write, I do. I think I'll finish it today. I can see the finish line from here.

And I have to finish soon because the next one is crowding in wanting its turn. I prefer to think of my brain as a gumball machine when it comes to writing. When I finish one round, brightly colored project, it rolls down the shoot and the next one sidles up to the slot raring to go. Who knows if it will always be that way. Not me.

I'm pretty lucky to be able to purge my brain so quickly. 1) I type really fast. In my former life I was an Admin to 13 people. I can type with one hand, answer a phone with anothr and yell at you while talking on the phone 2) I tend to write like some folks knit. So if I am nervous, I "knit". Only I use words.

We recently have had some upset and uber worry over girlchild's health. Yesterday was the specialist appointment. Good news, things look okay and we're doing the 'keep an eye on it' thing. But in the meantime, momma was nervous. Very nervous. So she finished one book and started this one. And since the last week was spent waiting to go to this big appointment, I 'knitted' a lot. 22,000 words worth.

I'm stoked to finish this one and start the next. Maybe I'll be a little less kinetic with the next one.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. Thanks to my twitter friends who held me upright through all the waiting. My twitter is very much a (slip)stream of consciousness deal. I have some very good invisible friends over there who kept me sane. Big love to them.

p.p.s. kick ass mug here!

Pleasurists #70

Explored! by Tascha Elliott

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Editor’s Pick

• Crystal Delights Glass Plug by Britni TheVadgeWig



The plug is Pyrex, and they claim that it’s a Swarovski crystal in the base. I, of course, have no way of confirming that, but it’s pretty cool to think I could be walking around with a Swarovski crystal in my butt! WAY cooler than whatever those vajazzling shenanigans are, if you ask me.




Editor’s Note: Not only am I in serious love with this product the quote above made me fall in serious love with this review, in addition to the fact that it is well-written and generally fantastic. Read! Enjoy! Get one of your own so you can have a “beautifully jeweled butthole!”

Editor

Scarlet Lotus St. Syr

On to the reviews…

Vibrators

• BNaughty by Red
• Jimmyjane Little Gold by Amber from Scarlet’s Letter
• I Rub My Duckie by Jessie Beth
• 7-Function Remote Bullet by Mistress Kay
• 7-Function Remote Bullet by Pretty Power Tools
• Couture Collection Masseur by True Pleasures
• Evolved High Roller by Britni TheVadgeWig
• Fun Factory Bubbles by Sammi
• Pirates Rocket by Jessie Beth
• Fun Factory Tango by Carrie Ann
• Beaded Aluminum Bullet by HotMoviesForHer Sex Toy Crew
• Fukuoku 9000 by Amber from DivergentDance
• Mini-Tongue by Joan Price
• Frisky Kitty by Jessie Beth
• Calla Lily by ThePinkPoppet
• Voila by Darling Dove
• Petite Couture Enchanted by Joan Price

Dildos

• Topco Grrltoyz Buster by Angel deSanguine
• Tantus Hank by Britni TheVadgeWig
• Tantus Purr by Kynky Kytty
• Unicorn Horn by Carrie Ann
• Wave Wand by Gray Mustang

Anal Toys

• Tantus Dipper by True Pleasures
• Bad Dragon Tailstretcher by True Pleasures
• Tantus Little Flirt by namelesschaos

Toys for Cocks

• Fleshlight O’Doyle’s Stout by namelesschaos
• Fleshlight Tera Patrick Lotus by Valynn
• Maximus Enhancement Ring by Jenn

Lube, Massage Oil, Bath Stuff, & etc.

• Babeland Body Massage Oil Spray by True Pleasures

BDSM/Fetish

• Wrist-to-Waist Restraints by Mistress Kay
• Fetish Fantasy Do It Doggie Harness by Mina
• Divinity Cuffs by Alley
• Singapore Stinger III by Sommer Marsden

Adult Books

• The Pleasure’s All Mine by Mistress Kay

Adult Movies & Porn

• Crash Pad Vol. 5 by Amber from DivergentDance
• Cody Kyler’s Pinga Paradise by The Porn Librarian
• Going Down – The Official Guide to Cunnilingus by J.D. Bauchery
• She’s The Boss! 2 – Scene 1 by The Porn Librarian
• Lukas in Love – Part 2 by FrzKey

Lingerie

• Pink Satin Brocade Corset by Sarahbear

Sex Furniture

• Liberator Axis by Valynn

Miscellaneous

• Fun Factory Smartballs Teneo Duo by Jessie Beth
• Fun Factory Smartballs Teneo Duo by Kynky Kytty

My Dirty Monday: Erotique Sexy Fishnet Top with G-String

Erotique Sexy Fishnet Top with G-String

I've coveted this item for a while. I love fishnet. Maybe not as much as some, but I do! When it came in the mail, I gave a little squeal. Then I promptly was trying to hide the other item in the box. But failed.

Anyway, yesterday was test day for this little duo and I am happy to report success. The top is really well made and there's a sweet little bow on it. The g-string very much resembled a pirate's eye patch, but hey, you aren't wearing these to the doctors. They're small and easily snatched off and that's the point.

As usual, the response from the man was some kind of snarl and then "That's nice. Really nice. Take it off."

Damn. But yay, it did its job as a sexual lore. Well worth the money. But I do love to get the most bang for my buck, and he doesn't let me wear lingerie long so I get creative. Next fall and winter I'll be the girl wearing this fishnet top under her cable knit sweater, the sleeves will be peeking out from under my hoodie, you might see a flash of it under my tunic. Because not only do I love fishnet, I love to work little bits of naughty into my good girl persona.

Two thumbs up and a note that the top can be tied around her wrists for fun and be no worse for wear when all is said and done. So, fashionable lingerie and impromptu bondage item. Score!

XOXO

Sommer

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I could try to explain to you how stoked i am for this...

movie...but I would fail! I mean come on! John Cusack and Chevy Chase. Righteous!

Yes, yes, I came of age in the eighties and I can't wait for this movie so I can go back for just a bit. And laugh my ass off. The unrated trailer is at Kicksomepast.com if you're interested.

We're about to eat outside and then it's back to the book. I've managed 4K every day this week and I don't plan on stopping now.

Hope your Sunday is kicking some ass.

XOXO
Sommer

The Daily Sizzle...ooooh!

With the warning: This story is rated 5 flames. High frequency of explicit love scenes described using graphic and direct language. May contain subject matter that some readers consider objectionable.

I am the weekly free read in AllRomanceEbooks Wildfire newsletter. Woop and also, woop! Don't get the newsletter? Don't worry. If you go to the site and sign up you should get one pronto, or you can read them later in the smoking long archives page. I'm there all week. Now someone hand me a fan and a man to fan me with it. It's getting hot in here...

XOXO

Sommer

Ooh, lover, you're gonna make me clutch my pearls...

I'm sitting in the sun room writing with True Blood running as background noise, but this scene came on and it made me laugh. I had to see if I could find it...and there it was!

He can dance for me any day, but then again so can Lafayette. I say we just have an all male revue.

XOXO
Sommer

Why I ♥ John Sandford...

Wow, I'm hopping between books last night, but am so recalling why I read all of John Sandford's Lucas Davenport Prey books voraciously. Once upon a time, a boyfriend gave me an ARC from a book sale. It was the very first Prey novel by Sandford. I still have it and I still cherish it.

I just recently discovered his Virgil Flowers books with Dark of the Moon. It's passages like this that make me envious and attentive to learn from his easy writing way:

"Virgil left the newspaper office, rolling out of town, back on the I-90, heading west. I-94, I-90, I-80, I-40, I-20, and I-10 stretched across the heart of the country like guitar strings, holding the East Coast to the West Coast, with the Rocky Mountains as a bridge. I-90 shared much of its length with other interstates, but was on its own from Tomah, Wisconsin, to Billings, Montana. Virgil had driven all of it more than once.

Some people found it deadly boring, but having been raised on the prairie, Virgil liked it, like sailors enjoy oceans. The prairie rolled in waves, with small towns coming up and falling behind, the farmhouses and pickups and people riding horses, and buffalo and antelope and prairie dogs. And towns, like freshwater pearls, small, all different, and all the same."

Good morning, TGIF.

XOXO
Sommer

so, i did three miles today...

and it wasn't pretty. I said I was gonna run and I did. And it was...terrifying. For the others at the track, not for me.

Anyway, I found this article in the March RUNNER'S WORLD and it cracked me the hell up. I found Marc Parent's column around the time I started running last year. I was forced, due to some health issues, to stop running for quite a while. Being back feels great...when it doesn't hurt so bad. I feel awesome...when I don't want to barf. I feel on top of the world...when I'm not stumbling!

So...if you are a runner in any respect--whether it be a determined stumbling shuffle run like yours truly or the annoying gazelle type people who always fly by me at the track--or are just related to a runner, read this. I think you'll find a good LOL in there somewhere. I did.

I covet these shoes
and I've almost killed my current ones so...

XOXO

Sommer

early warm...

We're having an early warm here in Baltimore. Don't worry, it won't last, but for now here it is. I think today I will take a run and buy something for the man to grill (so he can make fire, grunt and beat our dinner into submission) and maybe try and uncover the front garden from its blanket of dead leaves.

Yesterday, I could not get my ass in gear and pick a project. So about a half an hour before the bus came, I forced myself to pick one randomly and start. 1,500 words in I broke for dinner and then later a shower. In the shower, I got an idea (read: full-on outline and plot and character names etc.) for another longer project that came out of nowhere. So, front and center now--in my tiny frazzled brain--are two longer works and a short one. Eep!

But for now I'm focusing on that run. And errands. And saving a long neglected garden and baring it (and my back) to the sun.

XOXO
Sommer

i usually like being on the bottom...

but in this instance, I'm pretty happy on top. I must say, though it means admitting I have been looking, I've been in the number one spot for some weeks now. I never fail to get a little rush. And watching Blank move up has been heartening. I know it won't last forever, but in this instance, I'm allowing myself to enjoy it while it lasts.

I think I'm taking the day off writingwise. It's beautiful and I have a bit of wanderlust. Thing I might go mingle out in the world with people and let some sun hit my face.

XOXO
Sommer

lucky me...

I remembered what day it was. So, to be lucky and save you some green, all my (SGP) releases are fifty percent off today on 1RomanceEbooks. You can stuff your um...pot of gold full with dirty stories for that kind of price.

Back soon. Coffee calls! Top O' The Mornin' To Ya!

XOXO
Sommer

get lucky for st. patrick's day...

You still have time to get lucky before St. Patrick's Day. What do you get when you try to train for a charity run? Sore muscles. What do you get when you have sore muscles. Oh my...hopefully this...

My husband gave me a beleaguered sigh and squirted ointment into his big palm. I could imagine the small calluses there. Imagine his fingers parting me. Pinning me open. And then the other hand, the other big fingers, dipping into my cunt. Fucking me. Flexing against my G-spot and making me come. His thumb running over my clit, rubbing me. Playing me like an instrument that he had played a thousand times but still adored. Cherished. Lusted after.

Marco sank to the bed, his face stern and his jaw set. "Behave. You can barely walk."

"But I don’t need to walk. I just need to spread my legs." I did it to prove my flexibility and winced. Damn. Too wide, too fast. I hated when I tripped myself up and showed how very on the money he was about me. Almost always.

"See," he said softly triumphant.

I stuck my tongue out and shut my eyes as his warm oiled hands came down on me. He worked my thigh first. Big almost pinchy motions that had me hissing and sighing all at once. It was excruciatingly good. "Oh, Jesus."

I felt as if I would crawl out of my skin as he worked my knee and my calf with no mercy. I flopped and danced and wiggled and writhed. One moment I was in heaven, the next I was in hell. Alternating between moaning and shouting, I tried my best to stay still under his strong touch and merciless rubbing.

"Stay still, woman."

"I can’t!" In one breath I would laugh and then sob. "It hurts! But don’t you dare stop, it’s great!"

Our small bedroom smelled of earthy lavender and sharp peppermint. I took a deep breath, and then felt Marco’s finger trail over the very top of my thigh. My mound. I held my breath. "Will you stay still if I reward you?" he asked.

My husband’s finger did not move and I didn’t trust myself to speak. I nodded and was instantly rewarded with the tingling pressure of his peppermint coated finger sliding over my clit. I arched up to meet him without thinking and he instantly stopped. "Sorry," I breathed.

"Shh." Harder and harder circles. Tight little revolutions on my now swollen clit until I had to resist the urge to clamp my thighs together and trap his hand right there. "Now if you behave and let me do the other leg, I’ll come back to you, right here¬–between your legs." At the last moment he slid the full length of his middle finger inside of me and thrust. I gasped but stayed still. Frozen like a statue under his hand.

TEOTR is here, here , here and here. Yay!

Busy day today, which is good. Busy is good. And distracting.

XOXO
Sommer

complicated layers of love, lust and betrayal...

Blank got the nicest five star review on Amazon. Totally stoked. And honored. Truly. I love this story and I really couldn't find it a good home or figure who I was going to be on the cover. I'm thrilled with the home and damn glad I let it be my name on the cover!

A snip: "Blurring the lines between genders, it shows that emotions aren't just a chick thing...:

The rest here.

XOXO

Sommer

My Dirty Monday: Singapore Stinger III

It's been a while, my lovelies, I know. But...I am trying to get back on track. Hope the MDM's come nice and easy in and in a pretty little row now ;)~

Singapore Stinger III

What can I say about the Singapore Stinger III? It is a scary ass little piece of wood. Innocent enough in its arrival with its little tag hanging from the handle. Naked wood, light to hold, unassuming. It is the box of wine at the sex toy picnic. The plain donut in the box. The...innocent looking item that packs a wallop.

When it first came I pulled it out and immediately sensed its potential and shoved it back in the box. Too late.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa...what was that?"

"Nothing."

"Take that out again."

No room for argument in voice or tone. So I did and I handed it over and when he took a practice swing at his palm and I saw the speed and the ease and heard the sound of the lazy but sharp impact—well, I knew I was screwed.

This is the man's kind of toy. It's really, really light and allows him to do that thing he loves. Where he starts to swat and I can feel the energy shift, even the rush of air at my skin and on that last second–the one that has me tossing my head back and giving shouting pleas to deities–he pulls back and it's just a stroke of wood on flesh. Or a teasing glance. A kiss instead of a blow.

Fuck.

It's such a handy little tool it adds to the variety. We can try it standing up…we can try it with me in you…we can try the front…we can try that ass…lower down…etc. The noise alone is enough to get the adrenaline gushing and the nerves dancing.

Let me put it this way, for the price, spanking aficionados need one in each room. Just hang them by their cut little handles on the walls. I know that's what the man's considering.

One rosy red bottom up from this reviewer. Pass the ice pack.

XOXO
Sommer
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Uber Goober

So, regular readers know that when I find an author I like I pretty much consume any and everything by that author that I can. We all saw it happen (quite shamelessly) with my discovery of Chuck Palahniuk. I've mentioned Joe Schreiber and his books on more than one occasion, and those of you who pay attention to my side bar as you traipse through here every day, will see I'm reading yet another James A. Moore book.

But I have to cop to being an uber goober. I think I have written a note (blog comments do not count. do. not!) to two authors in my life. One of them was Mr. Moore just recently. He answered me. Can you say geek-out freakout? That is what happened. Which both baffled and amused the man. He sees me get notes from readers and they make me happy and give me a warm fuzzy, but more than anything they shock me. He sees me answer them and boggle that someone even took the moment to write. What he has never seen is me on the writing of the note side. The oh my god he answered my email! side.

He reminded me of what I always say~he's just a person. Yes, but a person who created a character who is now one of my favorite fictional characters ever (Jonathan Crowley)...plus, he wrote Deeper! (which I promplty passed on to boychild). Plus...plus...plus...he wrote back to me! And was nice.

So he laughed and and kissed me and said, go on, geek girl, go on git it. When I finish The Pack (Serenity Falls, Book 2), I'll move on to Dark Carnival (Serenity Falls, Book 3) so I can truly get my geek on and see what happens in Serenity Falls.

Plus...there's talk of a Deeper sequel (O_O). Oh my.

Thus ends my weekly geekly. If you want to learn more about James A. Moore go here or here.

XOXO
Sommer

fits a lot of the stuff flitting through my head...

for upcoming projects. Be forewarned. For a girl who shuns religion I sure weave a lot about it into my writing. I think we tend to examine the things that make us twist in on ourselves the most. Or I just find it fascinating and like to mix it with my sex. I'm spiritual to a fault but me and traditional religion...we're not on speaking terms. Haven't been for 34 years. So here's the soundtrack in my head. Wonder where it'll lead.

We'll see.

This is top ten Bruce for me. Now that I love Bruce. I LOVE Bruce. See I do things 110%. It's a blessing. And a curse.

Happy soggy ass Saturday.

XOXO
Sommer

win me!

alright, alright...not me but a copy of Base Nature. The lovely ladies at Midnight Moon Cafe are offering one up for grabs. Awesomeness with awesome sauce. And I must say, I love their header! So cool. :)

XOXO
Sommer

I definitely recommend this anthology for any reader who enjoys stories of women in love...

Three Dollar Bill Reviews gave a super nice write up of Best Lesbian Romance 2010 . Yay! I have to say that the reader/reviewer truly got my story because she said: "Stevie and Maryann are explosively hot together as they decimate Stevie’s self-imposed celibacy and anyone who has adored another from afar will identify with the characters..."

Yes, yes, yes! *ahem* sorry. I got all flustered there.

Anyway, go for yourself and read the 4.5 star review. And stare at that smoking hot, lovely cover. You know you want to.

XOXO
Sommer

can coffee be your dirty muse?

Can you do it in 500 naughty little words? If the answer to those questions is 'hell yeah!' follow the banner or this handy dandy link to read more about Coffee Fueled Erotica's first flash fic contest. Mmm. I love flashing. I mean flash fiction. That is so totally what I meant...

XOXO
Sommer

Biting that thin soft skin so that I scoot around on the bed on my back...

It's been pouring all day which reminds me of my story Pray For Rain. For whatever reason, PFR is probably my best seller. I still swear its the words 'anal sex' in the keywords. Either way, I carved out a little bite as I sit here and watch the rain pour down.

Happy wet Friday.

XOXO
Sommer

blurb:
Walking is Bonnie's escape. Her addiction. She watches the construction crew as she clocks her miles, rain or shine. But Bonnie's not the only one watching. Mr. Clean, the young one in the impossibly white shirt with the perfectly crooked grin, is watching her too. It all changes during a storm when he corners her in a dark alcove. Then all Bonnie can do is pray for rain. EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

Excerpt from Pray For Rain
by Sommer Marsden

The jackhammer wakes me. I can hear them working and I can see the gray flinty light sifting through our Venetian blinds. I groan, roll over, wonder what time I should go up there. What time would he be on break?

My coffee is tasteless but my belly dips with anticipation when the weatherman tells me, quite sincerely, that we are due for a whopper of a rainstorm today. I rub my arms to quell the goose bumps and laugh at myself. I am a silly trilling school girl person. I do not recognize myself, this anxiety and excitement. I pull on my black leggings and a coral top. The coral always flatters my dark hair and dark skin tone. When I wear it, my eyes shine, blue like turquoise. Especially if I am happy. And I am.

I open the door as the first raindrops hit the steps. Dark polka dots of wetness grow on the slate slabs. And then there he is - hands in pockets, white shirt pristine, gray eyes watching me. His hair is cut so short I can see his scalp but I wonder if I can get ahold of enough to hang on to while he fucks me. Not if he fucks me. While.

“You’re here!” I take a step back and then a step forward in some bizarre nervous dance. I stare at his lips because I have never wanted anything more than I want to kiss him right now.

He comes onto the porch slowly, smiling. “I figure,” he says, opening my own screen door for me, “that if he is making you this sad, this miserable, I should fuck you for the first time in his bed.”

It is a statement of fact. No question or worry or trepidation shadow the words. He has come to fuck me. I take his hand without a word and lead him up to the bed in question. “The marriage bed,” I say with a sweep of my hand.

“Nice. Let’s mess it up,” he says. He pushes at my leggings and yanks at my top and all the care I took to put myself together is undone. That is how he seems to like it. Glowing, sweaty, mussed - imperfect. He likes me when I’m not the me Edward has been training me to be. My husband calls it grooming as if I am a poodle.

His mouth is everywhere at once, that's what it feels like. Wet, hot, slipping along my throat and the back of my neck. My nipples, my belly button, my inner thigh. Licking my collar bone until I arch under him. Biting that thin soft skin so that I scoot around on the bed on my back. He parts my legs, flings them wide, puts his mouth to me until I sing out an orgasm. Only then does he stop and smile at me. “Pretty, pretty Bonnie. Your pussy tastes like apples, too.”

my fake hometown...

well, my fake version of my real hometown.

Confused? Go read my full blog at Excessica today!

Sorry it's late. I was out having fun!

XOXO

S

Today my mother took me to Cafe Hon for lunch. We ate in pink and white room full of teapots off of a table swathed in hot pink PVC. There were flamingos and hons. There were beehives and Elvis paintings. There was leopard print, hot pink and flash as far as they eye could see. And it was grand. Not just because I was surrounded by so much cool stuff, but because a good portion of my childhood was spent in that very neighborhood. As a kid, just up the block, I sat and waited in the lawyer’s office when my mom had appointments, my grandfather drove me down the Avenue to get my grandmother from work. If you went up the street a ways there was the church I went to with my grandparents when I spent the night. Farther down a piece, we traveled the road they lived on, counted off houses, looked at places that once seemed so big to me that were really so small. That despite decades that have passed, still looked nearly the same and very much like what home feels like...[full post]

i am the condom friend ever useful to you...

I blame Alessia Brio. She is why I am walking around humming this tune. She tweeted it and over morning coffee I followed her link. And...I love this! I wish we saw more stuff like this. And I especially love the men in the costumes. Dare I say it?~it takes real balls to walk around dressed as a singing condom.

Hope this brings you a smile. Go tell Alessia you saw it. Tell her Sommer sent you. heh. ;)

XOXO
Sommer

Got Review Copies?

I do! I have two copies each of The Greed Jar and Blank to give to folks who are willing to a) put up a short review on amazon.com (you do not have to write a dissertation for goodness sake) and b) are willing to write a little snippety snip on their blog or site if they have one.

Hell, that's not so hard is it? I didn't think so. First come, first serve. Email me at hot4sommer at yahoo dot com and let me know which one you prefer. If I do not respond to you, you missed the freebies. I'll put you at the top of the list for next time. I can't remember what I ate for breakfast but I can remember the order folks have emailed me in the past. That must be one of my weird cyborg glitches (O_O)

XOXO

Sommer

for the low, low price of free...

Xcite is currently offering Temptations 1 for free! Boy howdy, smut doesn't get much more affordable than free. For your super free download go here. Tell them Sommer sent you. Maybe do something to make yourself stand out. Show up naked...with a smile.

Either way, enjoy. Free economical smut! Woohoo!

XOXO

Sommer

"simply a naughty book"

I'm all smiles. Base Nature received a lovely write up on Joyfully Reviewed. I'm so joyful! My favorite part (obviously): " Base Nature is a book I will read more than once!"

Yeah! Read the full review on the site. My thanks to Talia and Joyfully Reviewed for taking the time to read me!

XOXO
Sommer

It's just a story about two people...

I'm really thrilled that my m/m novella BLANK is up at e-Xcite. I struggled after I wrote it about whether or not to put a male pen name on it. It's a story I'm truly proud of on so many levels. And I deep down wanted to put Sommer on it, but wasn't sure if I should or if I should play the name game.

I ended up going with my regular name because I decided that when all is said and done, it's a story about people. It's kind of irrelevant that it's m/m. It's really about two people and the shit we go through and how we sometimes try to lose ourselves and ultimately end up finding ourselves. So the equipment they're packing betwixt their thighs doesn't matter much in the long run. And it doesn't really matter what's betwixt mine either, just that I told the story.

So, yay!

Kyle thinks he can blank out his past one guy at a time. No love, no caring, just tons of sex and life in the recovering addict lane. Anything to fill the void in himself and still the anxiety. When he moves to Montana on a whim to change his life – at least for the time being – Kyle realises that all it takes is one cowboy who looks more like a surfer to change things. One man who refuses to be shut up, or turned off or blanked out.

Extract from Blank:

The trick really is to blank out the face in your mind. To go above and beyond the call of duty to erase the thought of your obsession. Drugs, booze, sex, running, sleeping, fighting. All of the above would help to lessen the pound of a memory on your brain like a fist. Every single one of them could fuck you over, too.

I touch the boy’s face and close my eyes. My mind wants to supply Jason’s face there. I push the thought aside; focus on the sensation of him sucking my middle finger into his hot wet mouth. I think of him as a boy because he, at nineteen, is a good decade younger than I am. If you consider life experience, probably two. His youth and beauty and innocence almost make me feel guilty for what I am about to do. Almost.

‘Why won’t you look at me?’ Matthew says. His name is Matthew. Something Irish for the last name but it escapes me.

‘I am looking at you.’ I push my pointer finger past his lips and watch it sink into oblivion, trapped between two plump perfect lips the colour of early summer roses. ‘See me looking at you?’ I can hear the arousal in my voice and my cock is harder than it has been in a long time. That’s mostly because this boy is so close to Jason physically. His voice has almost the same timbre. His cologne is even close. Something faint with a touch of sandalwood and leather and sunshine.

Matthew, he of the beautiful big green eyes, sucks my finger harder and there is that invisible tug between finger and dick. It’s as if my cock is on an unseen string that Matthew with the Irish last name can control with his wet, wet tongue. I press my shoulders back into the green sofa cushions and he kneels on the floor. His rug is the colour of tomato juice. He presses his lean, hard self between my thighs and leans into me. Kisses me. His tongue is like an electric spark when he touches it to mine. My hips rock up and my cock rubs his. This should stop.

‘Will you look at me naked?’ he asks, kissing over my jaw. His fingers are pushing my polo up just a bit, thumbs rubbing softly along my flanks. It almost tickles, but mostly it just makes me want to take him down. Flip him and fuck him because he is paying for Jason’s sins today.

"... the gentle touch of an eyelash..."

I'm slow this month, too much in my teeny tiny brain to track the important stuff. It seems Ashley Lister has gotten the lovely Neve Black between his lines at ERWA. That sneaky Ashley!

For a great peek inside the gorgeous mind of the sweet and saucy Neve Black go here.

XOXO
Sommer

a butt-load of stuff on sale...

It's read an ebook week. See the logo to the left of your screen. About 75% of my SGP releases are on sale on Smashwords. Most at 50% off. But it's not just me. There's a butt-load of stuff on sale through the 13th. So go to Smashwords and go shopping if you need stuff to read! :)

XOXO

Sommer

so i did it again...

I ran for the first time in a long time yesterday. I woke up so sore I couldn't move without saying, "Ow!". So I did it again. I am pretty proud that in ten months of no running, I only lost a minute on my time. And I didn't throw up when I was done. I am doubly proud that I did it again today and made his fatness go with me.

I feel like I'm flirting with a cold--most likely due to the s-word--so I took it easier today. Plus, it's harder to run fast with a fat red wiener doing his mule impression when he gets too tired.

Lots of being quiet and having some down time. Reading, talking, visitors who popped in unexpected, grilling. There is actually grass now that all that snow has melted. It's brown and muddy, but it's grass. I've been off the grid for almost 24 hours but just popped into twitter and saw a six word hash tag. My six words were: run, read, cook, fuck, laugh, Sunday

Good words every single one.

It might be a bit quiet around here this week (or it might not). It looks to be a doozie of a week headed my way and I'm in a fuck it kind of mood. Priority one (that is not family) is writing. So, we'll see. Hope your Sunday is all kinds of good.

XOXO
S

For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels rumbling through this promised land...

I cannot describe to you how or why it makes sense but this song explains perfectly how I feel right now in my life. I'm in this weird blissful melancholy nothing makes sense but isn't it grand because I'm on the right track place. I'm feeling very...volatile. And I think I just figured out: that's okay.

So, I'm 38 years old and just now falling in love with Bruce Springsteen and his music and most of all, duh, lyric slut here--his lyrics. Feel free to point and laugh. I never *got* him. The way I didn't *get* Neil Young until that fateful Ohhhhhh moment. And now hearing Neil Young is like coming home. And Bruce is like...oh my god. Yes. I get it now.

XOXO
Sommer

You really need...

to read this book. I, the woman who spends so much time every day writing she has become the world's slowest reader, read it in a day. 24 hours. That included, TMJ pain, errands, doctors visits, laundry, dishes, writing the first 4K of a book, cooking, etc, etc. etc.

I adored If You Have to Cry, Go Outside: And Other Things Your Mother Never Told You !I laughed so long and so loud at the section where Kelly describes going into labor that the receptionist at my son's pediatrician's office (we were there for what turned out to be walking pneumonia on his part) sat there smiling at me and she had no idea why!

Don't like fashion? Who cares! It's not really about fashion. It's about intuition, drive, being a woman, being yourself, spirituality, faith, trust and a teeny tiny bit of fashion for garnish.

Read it! Read. It.

XOXO
Sommer