Smut Girl

Looking For Me?

2010-08-21T16:21:00.006-04:00

That's right. I've moved to a new place. So please update your browsers and travel with me! Don't worry, though, Smut Girl will stay up in its entirety as a static site. Below are so many goodies~ a full listing of anthologies I'm in, places I hang, tons of quotes, a bevy of bright covers and I refuse to let it all go. That would be like throwing away a shoe collection. *gasp*

So if you're new to me, you have years and year and years of naughtiness to poke around in. Just dive in head first and when you're through come check me out on Sommer Marsden. If you're a constant reader, I'll be at the new place almost every day. Hope you are too!

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. click my image to get escorted to the new place ;)~

Mmm...en and lingerie

2010-08-21T11:56:00.003-04:00

Love it.

That being said, you have no idea how hard it was to officiate Alison Tyler's Dear...Dear...Dear letter leg of the Smut Marathon. Truly. I had two that were neck and neck but the laugh out loud quality of the winner "Customer Service" got me in the end. (heh) And it wasn't just me. After I sent in my choice, the voters tagged it their fave too.

Way to go t'sade! You rock. You roll. You had me at 'teddy'.

Stay tuned for more of Ms. Tyler's sensational smut as the marathon continues.

XOXO
Sommer

one stuff, two stuff...

2010-08-20T10:13:00.004-04:00

red stuff...um....blue stuff? Whatever. I am here to tell you stuff!

Stuff #1: to your right you will see a stellar cover for Logical Lust's upcoming Spank! edited by D.L. King. That's right...I'm in it. My story Sugar appears betwixt that lovely cover.

Right now there is a pre-release giveaway going on at Goodreads. Go use your clicker finger to enter to win. And then you can use your clicker finger to...well, nevermind. You'll figure it out.

Stuff #2: Torn has gotten an awesome (with awesome sauce) review at Goodreads and I got a mention. I am a favorite. I am so, so pleased. Mostly because I worried my story wouldn't fly. Yes. I always worry my story won't fly. I'm totally waiting for that to pass as I click off the years as a pro writer. I'm still waiting. And waiting...

Thanks to our reviewer and if you haven't slipped into Torn yet. Um...what are you waiting for?

That's all the stuff for now!

XOXO
Sommer

you call it quickie sex...

2010-08-19T21:32:00.004-04:00

I call it good Karma.

I had just sent an email to a friend telling her a hard to find item (for her) was easily available everywhere 'round here and I would totally buy it and send it out. No. Big. Deal. I had just done this when I heard a sleepy but eager voice say in passing, "I've got a quickie in me if you're interested..." as he sauntered past to go to bed.

I only hurried a little bit (thusly nearly setting the hallway carpet on fire with my swiftly paddling bare feet) up to our bedroom. One good turn deserves an orgasm...or three.

Karma isn't a bitch. She's a matchmaker. ;)~

Now I'll go watch TV and read--pleasantly relaxed and more than a little bit 'blushy'.

XOXO

Sommer

you got your voyeurism in my exhibitionism...

2010-08-19T10:44:00.004-04:00

you got your exhibitionism in my voyeurism. Two great fetishes that go great together. My latest short Primping is out now. Spotted at places like ARe and Bookstrand and coming soon to a Kindle near you.

On the home front, I am waiting for my mother to pick up girl child so I can run out. She's (my mom) got her (girl child) working for her this summer on her new bidness project. My mother is always late. Always. But if you tell her that she blames my dad. Even if he's not...um...with her. Heh.

Off I go to find something to do while we wait. And wait...

XOXO
Sommer

random things i insist you see...

2010-08-18T16:04:00.006-04:00

My beautiful, brand new, clean and did I mention clean as it will ever be oven? And you can see my "Christmas Kitchen" mid renovation. Please pardon our mess and undoneness. Barn red on the bottom, olive green above. We're thinking some cream/creme/yellowish/antique-ish color for the chair rail...we'll see.

My recently attained "good ass jeans". And I'd like to thank Gloria Vanderbilt for (theoretically) designing them for me and the local J.C. Penney's for putting them on the ridiculous clearance price of 80% off. My only complaint is I was dumb ass stupid enough to not buy two pair while I was standing there with the whole wrack of nearly-free-jeans.

The sweeeeeeet books the equally gorgeous UPS man just delivered to me. One US version (not out yet) and one UK version (out). The Mammoth Book of Threesomes and Moresomes sure is a gorgeous book (cover is different on Amazon US). This is my first time working with Linda Alvarez. My third? fourth? appearance in a Mammoth collection. This one contains my story Gift Exchange. Purdy ;)

You are now free to leave. Hurry! Run! Before I think of something else to show you.

XOXO
Sommer

head full of...

2010-08-18T11:59:00.003-04:00

...boys kissing. I am juggling a few projects at once, but the one gobbling up most of my time is giving me sexy flashes like above. Mmm. Sexy, sweet boys kissing.

I'm also doing a mainstream dark crime-ish novel...and of course that meant that I turned around and got an idea for a full length paranormal starring not just a werewolf but a vamp, too. Fully formed. Ready to go. Hatched from my dirty girl writer brain completely ready to hit the ground running.

Urph. That sound you hear is my brain exploding. But I'm not complaining, better I scramble to keep up with them than have to go hunt for them with a stick and a flashlight. Ideas, I mean...not werewolves and vamps.

And on the kitchen front...we have an oven! Tada! It's been ten months. The first thing I did: made my homemade biscotti. First time making them gluten free and might I say, Yippeee! Finally, a dessert that improves using GF flour. They were flaky and dry and crisp the way any respectable biscotti should be. I love my oven. I kissed it. Once. Okay, ten times. Shut up.

XOXO
Sommer

And the winner of the 13 Giveaway is...

2010-08-16T12:45:00.002-04:00

Andrea! Yay and thanks to all who emailed me (a shy bunch). I'll do future giveaways so please come back and see me!

Andrea chose Calendar Girl so tada! off it went through the ether to her. Here's hoping she likes it. *fingers crossed*.

Back out the door. I've been in and out and up and down and over all day. I'm feeling like a human ping-pong ball. Am looking forward to plopping in the ugly pink chair later to write.

XOXO
Sommer

giveaway (((Giveaway, GIVEAWAY)))

2010-08-13T14:16:00.003-04:00

13 is my lucky number! Woop! In honor of today, I figured I'd do a giveaway (in my best monster truck rally voice (see above)). Send me a note addressed to [hot4sommer at yahoo dot com] titled 13 Giveaway (for you shy ones). Or you can just comment here on my blog and make sure to leave your email addy for me to contact you.

Winner will get choice of any ebook I have to give. So peruse my side bar (oh, baby) and see what you fancy.

I'll run it until Monday because we are buying a stove this weekend. We haven't had one in Six. Months. No...eight months! (have I mentioned I tend to procrastinate? And am poor?) So, stove shopping, out to dinner, and writing. That is my weekend.

If you are in the market for some fabulous sexy letter fiction, the latest leg of Alison Tyler's Smut Marathon is up. I am the judge this week. I have no idea how I'm going to choose. No. Idea! But you can go vote for your favorite here.

XOXO

Sommer

look at all those ravens...

2010-08-12T14:48:00.003-04:00

4.5 of them to be exact for Smoking Hot! Thanks to Ashley at The Black Raven's Reviews for taking the time to review me. And for all those ravens! ;)

XOXO
Sommer

Let's get fired up...let's get fired up...oh,baby

2010-08-12T09:55:00.004-04:00

I was never a cheerleader, that wasn't my thing, and I rarely get fired up. But I did yesterday. And instead of letting it consume me alive, I shared my two cents. Out loud. With words. And then didn't worry over it. It's my guest blot today at Excessica. So you tell me what you think. I've said my peace...oops, piece, and now I want to listen.

XOXO

Sommer

under the weather...

2010-08-10T11:27:00.001-04:00

so i might be silent for a few. but look whose birthday is today! tada. a big five year old boy. :)

xoxo
s

Neato-Benito

2010-08-09T17:27:00.004-04:00

Whatever that means. I just like saying it :D. Smoking Hot got more stars today! 4.5 to be exact from Jen at Night Owl Reviews. Awesomeness. Now I'm going to go "write" and by write I mean sit on the sofa with my laptop and stare at it until I give up. I am soooooo tired. Beach and then they dragged me home, made me shower and made me take them school shopping (o_O). I am now very tired. And very poor.

XOXO

Sommer

maybe i've just had sex in a ton of weird places...

2010-08-09T08:49:00.003-04:00

Happily Ever After Reviews gave Smoking Hot a nice review last week. The premise of the book is a hot blind date and a truly haunted house. As in the main characters are being aggressively pursued by a dead soul. So when the reviewer said this:

[The sex scenes are seriously hot and will leave your pulse rising. Ms. Marsden captured the extra intensity that fear adds to the most pleasurable of experiences. ]The only awkwardness that I found was in the locations the characters chose to have sex while being pursued...

I had to smile. There are only so many places you can have sex in the middle of a rocking Halloween party whilst being pursued by a spirit. Or so I think. Maybe I've just had sex in a ton of weird places!

Thanks to HEAR for taking the time to review and for the kind words. The whole thing can be found here.

Off to the beach today. The summer...she is slipping away from us.

XOXO
Sommer

I love middle of the night sex...

2010-08-06T05:20:00.002-04:00

and I'm clutching the 90 oz mug of coffee to prove it. Oh god. Am old woman. Have been up since 3.30 after only 3 hours of sleep. Don't get me wrong, it was totally, totally, totally worth it. I just usually go back to sleep. (o_O)

This is going to be a loooooooooooooong day and I'm already plotting a nap.

XOXO
Sommer

p.s. that is not my mug but I am currently coveting it. Big time.

oh, there you are!

2010-08-05T13:58:00.002-04:00

new reading/computer glasses. Oh look! I can actually see stuff!

Got a good, good yay-wahoo-woop!-yes on my book Learning To Drown today (out w/Excessica at some future date) and the other day got a yes for a new short paranormal with Ellora's Cave. And now...I can actually read my contracts. Tada!

XOXO

Sommer

p.s. I know you can't see it, but these are cobalt blue with baby blue accents and scribblies inside. Love them. Thought I'd get red, wondered about blue, then tried on red, blue, green and purple (after three years of tortoise shell) and walked out with blue. Hunh. I was really thinking I'd end up with red. Go figure ;)

look what came last night!

2010-08-04T11:45:00.002-04:00

No, not me. Okay, okay, no comment. We'll go with that. But this was on my doorstep when the man went out front to take down the flag for storms. Yay! Lesbian Lust is pretty fucking hot. And bonus, I kick off the book. Or my story "The Girl With The Bettie Page Bangs" does. :)

Grab yours today! Your copy, I mean.

XOXO
Sommer

veg porn

2010-08-03T09:38:00.005-04:00

So if anyone ever told me I'd take nearly pornographic pictures of vegetables (yes, yes, tomatoes are tehcnically a fruit, hold your emails!) because I thought they looked so gorgeous and lucious and ripe I would have laughed. In their face. Hard! But um...yeah. See--->

Biggest tomato I'd ever seen. One slice covered my whole piece of GF bread for my BLT last night. And as good as it was pretty (and hefty!). It was almost a shame to eat it. Almost.

We are off to the pool today. Enjoy the veg porn. Hope your day is full of lovely fresh things.

XOXO
Sommer

And the winner...

2010-08-02T15:47:00.002-04:00

of Lucky 13 is Nicole Zoltack #7976 . Yay and wahoo! Thanks to all who visited for the 1RE Anniversary Blog Tour. I hope you'll pop in and see me some more. ;)

XOXO

Sommer

playing hookie...

2010-08-02T09:47:00.002-04:00

today. Good thing I had a big cup of coffee to start my day. Thanks to the talented and clever Willsin Rowe for this very sweet cuppa. Off we go. I'll return tonight to announce the 1RE anniversary winner.

XOXO
Sommer

"Boy, howdy!" as my grandfather would say...

2010-08-01T14:54:00.004-04:00

There they are in their golden glory: half done, the other half frying, and then blissfully ready to eat. The walk to the farmer's stand paid off. Fried green tomatoes. Haven't had them in years and now...stuffed full of 'em. Happy Sunday.

XOXO
Sommer

always a writer to watch...

2010-08-01T12:15:00.003-04:00

hey, look at me. Getting not one but two mentions in ERWA this month. I admit it, I got all girly and felt a little weepy when I read them back to back.

Re: my story "Still Life" in BWE 2010 Jean Roberta has this to say:

"Still Life" by Sommer Marsden (always a writer to watch) involves a woman's epiphany about her troubled relationship with herself. The man in her life is willing to go far out of his way to give her what she claims to want—but that is not enough. The visual image of the female narrator, a model, posing motionless in a roomful of plastic mannequins where her man has brought the "real" girl he just picked up is one of the most memorable in this anthology. This story raises questions about the differences between reality and media-driven fantasy that will resonate with any woman who has ever felt pressured to look and behave in certain ways.

And Re: my story "Thrift Store Whore" in Please, Ma'am Ashley Lister has this to say:

Take, for instance, Sommer Marsden’s ‘Thrift Store Whore.’ Sommer Marsden is an accomplished short story teller and ‘Thrift Store Whore’ is replete with her trademark combination of quality fiction set sizzling by detailed, delightful sex. The central conflict in this story is the narrator’s need to be obedient to his partner, even when his partner makes demands that go beyond being reasonable.

So big, huge, tearful thanks to them and you can read all this month's reviews here.

xoxo
Sommer

did you get your FREE copy?

2010-07-30T17:10:00.002-04:00

An awesome, made me smile review/rating of my free short Light Flirting. It's for free on Smashwords, 1RE, Barnes and Noble and a few other places. So if you haven't grabbed one, do so and see if you agree with this genius man. I mean very nice man. I'm not implying that he's a genius just because he liked my work. That would be laughable. I would never ever ever say something like that and...I'm not fooling anyone am I? Oh well. Free!

XOXO
Sommer

in memory of my favorite, now-deceased jeans...

2010-07-30T09:54:00.003-04:00

I wrote "More Holes Than Jeans" for this new collection from PTP. Put on your favorite abused pair and come check us out...

XOXO

Sommer

just when you thought reading reviews wasn't safe...

2010-07-29T14:15:00.003-04:00

Tada! I am so excited by this review I have no words. You heard me! No. Words! And that is rare. (Okay, so I typed a few words. Be quiet.)

XOXO

Sommer

p.s. you can buy your very own neon flamingo here. I want one!

13 things...

2010-07-29T09:58:00.002-04:00

I'm guest blogging at Excessica today and confessing 13 things I wish I'd written. Come confess yours to me...if you dare (Muwah-ha-ha!). Okay, so it's not a scary blog, but that was fun ;)

XOXO

Sommer

new stuff...

2010-07-28T20:55:00.006-04:00

Available on all the usual places including Kindle, All Romance Ebooks and Bookstrand. Today has been a revolving door day, so I'm just getting to blog. Girl child had a bike accident yesterday. She fought a parked car. She lost. And so did her glasses (o_O) But she's pretty decent considering, thx to those of you who were asking on Twitter :)

XOXO
Sommer

I've yet to read Jodi Picoult...

2010-07-27T17:57:00.002-04:00

but I grabbed one of her novels the other day when I dropped girl child off for her volunteer job. Then she pops up in the magazine I'm reading. Given a recent so-so review or two and one unfortunate 'starring' incident, I totally loved what she had to say about reviews in general. Though I've yet to have a super negative or nasty review (knock wood) it always helps to have perspective and a word or two from other writers. Thought some of my fellow writers might want to peek:

Do you read the reviews of your books?

Every year I say I won't and every year I do. Some reviewers are really good at giving honest, balanced reviews. Some reviewers are just angry they're not writing book too. The New York Times just seems to hate me on a general principle because I choose to write commercial fiction.

oooooh, i heard this song...

2010-07-27T10:20:00.003-04:00

after my chauffeur/mom morning duties of running kids about. I had not heard or thought of this song for a thousand years. So, I cranked it up and belted it out. God damn I love the Eagles! (or if you are from Balmer "The Iggles"). Anyhoo the whatchamcallit (whammy bar?) is sexy and the song got in my head and gave me some ideas and then bam! I remembered you have today and tomorrow to vote in the current leg (heh) of the Smut Marathon. The theme? Stilettos. Talk about woo-woo spooky. ;)

I tried and tried to find the actual Iggles singing but no luck. So sorry. You have to settle for hot girls in shoes.

XOXO
Sommer

Side Effects May Include...

2010-07-26T11:34:00.002-04:00

So, if you are a constant reader you know (scroll down, friend) that things around here have been a wee bit topsy turvy of late. There's been some fear, growing pains, angst, worry, anxiety, etc. A lot of you want to know about the BSP, too.

Here's the deal: BSP guy and I did not see eye to eye in the long run. So...BSP is still in the works but now BSP stands for Beloved Steady Project. Because I am finishing that fucker and it will go all the way to the finish line no worries. And right on the tail of me and BSP guy going our separate ways came USP! Unexpected Surprise Project! With a dotted line and everything. I guess the whole everything happens for a reason and my life knows what it's doing even if I don't mentality is pretty on the money sometimes.

Now on to the side effects. I noticed something today when I went to do something I've done for the last (roughly) seven years. I went to drop my kids off at the yearly summer VBS and I was around a lot of people who have always made me feel judged and uncomfortable. Let me rephrase that, actually, I always felt judged thusly letting myself feel uncomfortable. Today when I waltzed in there with my super fantastic how did I luck out and get such cool kids, I not only felt comfy around my mother-in-law and sister-in-law (whose church it is) but I felt comfortable. Period. I dealt with people who have always made me feel scrutinized and less than and criticized and I was smiling and laughing and just as comfortable in my own skin as I was in those beloved (now deceased) perfect jeans of mine that I murdered through overuse a few years ago. I was fine. I was secure, I was good, I was content, I was damn near fucking glowing!

So maybe that has been the point of the last hellacious, painful, roller coaster, falling through project, losing friends, man has illness last eight months. Maybe the side effect of weathering all the stress and upheaval and being forced to find things to be grateful for in the middle of shit storms was...comfort. In me. In my own skin. Walking into a place and in my own self feeling this way: Here I am, fuckers! Love me or feel free to kiss my ass. Because me? I am so totally good inside, you wouldn't believe me if I told you...

And it's true.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. apparently this new found self assurance is visible to those paying attention. I have to say I've felt this way for about a week and I have never had more doors held for me by chivalrous men (from nine to ninety-nine!) in my life.
p.p.s. upon BSP falling through the boy child said to me "Hey, you know you liked the Cage the Elephant song? Well they have a new one and you need to listen to it mom. You NEED to. So I thought why does that ring a bell? Hunh. This is why. So great minds think alike b/c this is my new theme song! And do I have the wisest kid or what?

If I were a hotel, I'd hang this over my door...

2010-07-23T10:03:00.004-04:00

That 4.5 star emblem, I mean. Yay for a 4.5 stars review from Manic Reviews for Man In The Middle. I'm so pleased. I love this two story collection. I was also happy to see this. And not so happy to see this. What happened there!? That is the person I want to climb in their lap and feed them cookies and say "It really is good...why don't you give it another try?"

But I'm not allowed to do that. A judge told me so...heh. Kidding. But this is one of those life lessons where I have to be happy with my good and let the bad have no power over me. Which if you know me, is super duper looper hard. But I try.

So thanks to Claudia at Manic Readers for stuff like this: "I loved Ms. Marsden’s writing style (I’m a big fan of the first person), and the way she displayed the character’s emotions, as well as describing in detail what they were exactly doing. You can never be too graphic in an erotic tale, and Ms. Marsden does a splendid job in depicting the confusion, struggle, love..." You made my week!

XOXO
Sommer

I'm stop #16, baby...

2010-07-22T08:08:00.003-04:00

Thank you for visiting my stop on the 1RomanceEbooks.com one year anniversary blog tour! This is stop # 16. Your last stop should have been Michele Montgomery & Jeff Erno's blog #15.

Today I’m giving away a pdf of Lucky 13 which just recently got a groovy nod from Violet Blue. Both shocking and pleasant! Please leave a comment to enter the drawing to win! The more comments you leave on the tour, the better your chances of winning the grand prize—a Sony E-reader! But don't forget--you have to register to win. But there's still time, so go to 1RE and sign up if you haven't already done so. A Sony-reader could be yours. Imagine how much sexy literature you could store on that puppy!

The next stop on the anniversary tour is at Honoria Ravena's blog #17. Have fun and Happy first anniversary to 1RE. I can't believe I've been there for a year and I just have to say, what stupendous people. Many happy returns!

XOXO
Sommer

Smoking Hot...

2010-07-21T09:15:00.003-04:00

is out. right. now! yay! Since it's so hot, we are off to the beach for the day. We are also leaving right. now.

I love this cover and here's the blurb doohickey. Please go admire my newest tale to tell if you get a chance :D

Van really wants to dislike her blind date, on principle of course. So naturally she really likes Sean Tierney on sight. Her thoughts automatically go from zero to naughty when they meet. He’s a tall, green-eyed blond who drives a smoking-hot classic car.

Speaking of smoking hot, the Halloween party he takes her to turns into a nightmare. Not because it’s a blind date, but because the whole thing goes to hell when a ghost in the shape of evil black smoke starts taking out the guests. Van decides she’d like to live to see another date with sinfully handsome Sean and she learns there’s something to be said for life-affirming sex. Lots and lots of life-affirming, we-may-die-here-so-lets-do-it-while-we-can sex.

Have a great day!

XOXO

Sommer

Even in German

2010-07-20T09:51:00.002-04:00

It's a big day 'round here. Some of you long term readers will recognize the tradition of going to celebrate my grandmother's life today. She died nine years ago today and every year we go to the hospice where she passed and we remember her. We talk about what a character she was. How fiercely she loved, how big she laughed, how she'd um...hit you with her cane if she didn't think you were listening. X-D

Anyway, I'm off for the day. This song was sent to me by a friend and I figure you should hear some gorgeous music while I'm gone. I've only listened to it six...seven...twelve times.

Oh, and while I'm here. Seems I have learned German. I dreamt I was saying something in German and when I woke up I wrote it down phonetically for the man who is a WWII buff and speaks hunt and peck German. He emailed me back. I swore I could hear him laughing. "You just basically said, 'I'd love a lay'" (o_O)

God, I'm a slut. Even in German.

XOXO
Sommer

My Dirty Monday: Wet Synergy

2010-07-19T09:22:00.004-04:00

I never can figure how long to make a review about lube. To me there are three options, the lube was good, the lube was bad, the lube was enh. The good folks at Wet sent me a nice hearty sample of the new Synergy which I stoically (heh) agreed to try for an opinion. Here is that opinion:

Regular plain old formula: love, love, love. Toy use or um...boy toy use. Either way, it's a go. It really did seem concentrated and to last way longer with less. Which is always nice because adding can often mean a) stopping (boo!) and b) glopping (also boo!). This formula was a little dab will definitely do you and then you are good to go. Unscented, straight shooting, non-irritating (for super Suzy sensitive like me, even) and non-staining. Nothing but good things to say.

Cool Tingly formula: I give it all the kudos above. I'm not normally a fan of the cool and tingly effect. That is a personal thing. I know plenty of women who will knock down their grandmother to get a bottle of cool tingly goodness. I will say I found the cool tingly aspect less aggressive and more pleasant in the Synergy than other lubes I've tried. Making it a much more enjoyable audition for the lube itself. Let's just say, if you like cool tingly naughty bits, this is the lube for you.

Beyond that, here are the stats:
~Water Based
~pH Balanced
~Hypoallergenic
~Latex Friendly
~Great For Massage
~Silky Smooth

Go visit their sites to see what lube will get you slipping and sliding. ;)

XOXO
Sommer

You could win a Sony E-Reader...no, really

2010-07-18T14:01:00.002-04:00

The tour is already underway. Runs July 15-31. My stop is later this week but I wanted to give you heads up. Go register for your number and start commenting. One lucky winner will get a Sony E-Reader. Imagine how much smut you could store on that!

XOXO

Sommer

Oh you wait till Mom finds out, buddy! or My answers...

2010-07-18T10:24:00.002-04:00

1. What language would you learn if you could learn any language in existence?
Cherokee. I am fiercely proud of my Native American blood (on both sides) but the Cherokee is confirmed 110%. My great-great-great grandmother was a full blooded Cherokee squaw. So...now I just need to find someone brave enough to torture themselves long enough to teach me. Good luck to me. (o_O)

2. One food you would perish before you'd give up.
French fries

3. A book you could read over and over again and never get bored.
The Stand by Stephen King (original version not the later releases 'uncut' version)

4. Your favorite flavor Jolly Rancher candy.
Cherry. My god. Do they even *put* other flavors in the bag?

5. A smell you would capture again but can't.
The original Aussie shampoo. Before they came out with about sixty versions. The original kind in the ugly tan bottle with the red writing and red kangaroo on it. That mixed with Polo mixed with Drakkar, mixed with Sebastian Freeze hairspray (ah, fruity chemicals and alcohol) is the heady, if not toxic, scent of my youth.

6. Your favorite 80's move and why.
The Lost Boys. Hands down. No argument. End of sentence. Because it kicked serious ass, that's why. (Followed closely by a tie between Pretty In Pink and The Sure Thing...and The Princess Bride (inconceivable!)...and Uncle Buck! Wait, and...)

7. Your dream getaway.
A log cabin in the middle of nowhere.

8. Milk chocolate, dark chocolate or no chocolate
Yes, chocolate! Preferably dipped in, coated with or stuffed with peanut butter.

9. A TV show that inexplicably makes you feel happy no matter what.
Monk. I aspire to be that okay in my not-quite-right-ness one day.

10. Are you Laverne or Shirley?
Do I even need to answer this? Really? I am Laverne. That was not even a fair question. heh.

11. Do you dance or stand on the side looking cool?
I stand on the side looking anxious until I've had a few drinks and then I dance like a maniac, usually spurred by something classic like "Shout". Oh, and it is a prerequisite to sing along at top volume so that you scare other event goers.

12. What is your most embarrassing inadvertent character trait?
I snort sometimes if I laugh too hard. And if I'm really nervous I do this weird laugh thing to punctuate each sentence. "Yes, I've been there--haha! It is very pretty there--haha! You would like it--HAHA!" (o_O)

13. Have you ever been truly, wholly, knee-knockingly, heart-stoppingly in love?
God, yes. And I hope it never ever ends.

Thank you so, so much to those of you who answered. It made my weekend. What fun, I now feel like I know secret little gems about people. And because I am nosy, this is bliss to me :)

If you've shown up late, no worries, give us your answers. I'll be continuing to post if they come in. <3

XOXO
Sommer

I'd like to get to know you well...

2010-07-15T13:43:00.004-04:00

Remember the cartoons where the Tasmanian Devil spun so fast and hard he drove himself into the ground and got stuck? Yeah, that's me lately. And I chatter, chatter, chatter on my blogs and twitter and this and that to the point where I don't know what I'm chattering about. I think part of this is that I think people will up and forget me if I'm not on my blog pretty much every day. So I push myself. And then I get resentful. And then I have a nervous breakdown. And then I want to flip rude women the double bird whilst hanging out my car window weeping copiously and offering strangers fries with their imaginary meals (would like fries with that? see blog below).

I think part of it is people say, I love your style it's like you're talking to me. And I come every day to see what you've said. So when I have days I have nothing to truly say or a driving need to say it, I have that old guilt thing (where the fuck does guilt come from anyway and how can I get rid of it???). But the bottom line is: I truly do not like to be away from my blog. I love talking to other writers and readers and just people who randomly stumble over my blog and find something pertinent, sexy or funny to read.

So then it hits me in the shower (also known as my think tank) I can be silent with myself and peaceful with myself and nice to myself (my goal for this week) and still put up a blog. Because I want to know about YOU. I have put up some questions. It would rock my world if you would interact with me by telling me about you. I will leave this up for the next few days and pop in to post comments when they come through my gateway (sorry, I must say, recently I've had some doozy emails and comments so I finally had to put the permission to post thingy on).

Now these things, historically, either go smashingly well and we get to learn all kinds of cool stuff about other writers and readers and Random Mary from Kansas who tried to type in sweet girl.com and got smutgirl.com. Or...they fall flat and it sounds like a forest when a predator's on the loose. Nary a sound. Not even my favorite standby *crickets chirping*. Please help me to make this a success and fun. Please. Pretty please with fries on top and no double bird from the crazy woman.

I will post my own answers when everyone else is done in a few days.

Back to laying on my bed with the feet on the wall reading a good book. I am (re)learning the fine beautiful art of doing NOTHING sometimes but that which I feel like doing...

Tell me if you would be so kind...

1. What language would you learn if you could learn any language in existence?
2. One food you would perish before you'd give up.
3. A book you could read over and over again and never get bored.
4. Your favorite flavor Jolly Rancher candy.
5. A smell you would capture again but can't.
6. Your favorite 80's move and why.
7. Your dream getaway.
8. Milk chocolate, dark chocolate or no chocolate
9. A TV show that inexplicably makes you feel happy no matter what.
10. Are you Laverne or Shirley?
11. Do you dance or stand on the side looking cool?
12. What is your most embarrassing inadvertent character trait?
13. Have you ever been truly, wholly, knee-knockingly, heart-stoppingly in love?

TTFN

2010-07-13T14:37:00.003-04:00

Today has sucked such copious amounts of ass I have two choices: 1) quit and work at a fast food joint or b) take a few days and step away from the computer.

This morning alone was enough for me to want to give my computer a long soapy shower with extra water. Just me, the computer, water and a bunch of sparks as I watched its spectacular demise.

I'll be back in a few when I don't feel like I could open a coke bottle with my teeth (or my ass). Too much, too much, too much. The final straw was checking in on the BSP and more waiting. I got acknowledgement and now I'm waiting. Waiting and hijacked email accounts and middle-finger-flipping-douche-holes = stress. I'm going to take a walk now. For like...twelve days.

See, I am practicing for my new career: "Would you like fries with that?"

I would! I fucking love fries!

XOXO
Sommer

Cold Hard Bitch...

2010-07-13T11:26:00.003-04:00

I woke up to find that I couldn't get into the Yahoo! acct I've had forever. My hands were shaking by the time I finally realized it was actually compromised. Thank god, Yahoo! actually makes it easy for you if this happens. That was good. This all happened before coffee infusion, mind you. So I was so very not prepared on many levels. Got that all straightened out, but today is dentist day. I hate dentist day. I hate the dentist, though I love my actual dentist person. The dentist always causes pain no matter what because of the dreaded TMJ. So that was weighing heavy on my mind.

Got to dentist and he did his thing, said everything looked good and I needed to floss more (they always say that) and get to specialist for TMJ device (he always says that--because it's true *sigh*). So am feeling okay and pretty good b/c he was very gentle with me. But now must play beat the clock to get home to take girl child to her shift for volunteer work. So here I come and I need to go around the little exit thingy off the main road. And this woman is sitting there in her car and she is way back from the truck in front of her. If she'll scootch up like...8 inches, I can get through. So I gently (so very gently) tap my horn and make a move like "Hey, nice lady can you move up a bit?"

She totally fucking ignores me. And her body language might a well be a neon sign that says I AM IGNORING YOU. So I wait. Hey, I'm nice, not rabid and I have three minutes to spare. But then she moves up about...four inches. Not enough to let me through, but enough to give me hope. I try it. Nope. Can't do it. Though I can see from where I am trapped that I could trot a fat horse between her car and the truck in front of her.

So I gently (and I am not being funny, I VERY FUCKING GENTLY!) tap my horn. beep! beep! beep! Like "Hey nice lady, that's close but not enough. How about a few more inches."

She gives me the finger.

So I sit there, wrestling with my temper. My morning has been stressful thus far and I am a good person and I can certainly wait for this (SEEMINGLY NEVERENDING LIGHT FOR FUCKING CHRIST'S SAKE WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG!) light to change. I can.

So it changes. And I clap. More for myself than her. She leans over and gives me the finger again.

Okay, so here is where it took every shred of self control I could muster to just drive on. The guy behind me in a pick('em) up is laughing, shaking his head in sympathy for me. But seriously, it took everything I had not to give into the crushing urge to motor my window down, lean my entire upper body out of my SUV and flip her the old double bird and throw in a "Prostitution Whore!" a la The Housewives of New Jersey to drive the point home.

But I didn't.

But I wanted to. Still do.

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. then this song came on and I have decided to make it my anthem for today. tada!

FYI

2010-07-13T08:36:00.001-04:00

If you get anything weird from me at the hot 4 sommer yahoo addy, ignore it, trash it, burn it. Appears my account was compromised. So that's an FYI. Now I need coffee. Like I needed to fucking deal with *that* before coffee! Grrr...

XOXO
Sommer

would it be wrong...

2010-07-12T14:20:00.006-04:00

to feed another beach goer sand until he finally. shut. up? Yes? Damn.

Other than the motor mouth (overly friendly and annoying, motor mouth, mind you) we had a nice time. Everyone pooped out earlier than normal.

We were all stumped. There seemed to be less beach and the water was deeper and there were actual waves.Then it clicked. The first few times we trekked down was during a drought. We finally got rain over the weekend. Wow. What a difference a rain makes. Plenty of deep water to drown that man i--I mean to swim in. Totally. That is what I meant.

Swear.

XOXO
Sommer

p.s. the case is here. hot, hot, hot!

My Dirty Monday: Le reve vibe - white

2010-07-12T08:28:00.004-04:00

Le reve vibe - white

This is a picture of my new best friend. The Le Reve vibe arrived at my home and was all white and hard and angled. It reminded me of the old-timey telephones. And by old-timey I mean the ones I had as a kid before everything turned cordless. When I picked the Le Reve up in my hand it fit perfectly. This vibe is smooth with clean lines and four speeds--Four. Not a billion. Who needs a billion speeds? Not me. I get vibes with a billion speeds and end up with one or two favorite speeds that I use all the time. Usually one. The point is, the Le Reve gives you Slow (makes you want to climb out of your skin but in a good way), Medium (oh, god we're getting there) and Fast (oh god, we're there!) and Sonic (I see Heaven). Me, I like slow. I'm weird.

Anyway, it doesn't have a bunch of bells and whistles. Clean lines, three speeds, nifty battery compartment because it's waterproof. Pretty box, surprisingly quiet so there's no need to announce you're getting off (unless you wanna). The Le Reve reminds me of a really smoking good piece of pie. You don't need all the garnishes and the chocolate shavings and whipped cream and the mint sprig, because the pie is damn near perfection when done right all by its simple self. And this simple, affordable, gorgeous in its plain-ness vibe is pretty much the perfect piece of pie. With orgasms.

XOXO
Sommer
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It always makes me laugh when he says...

2010-07-11T16:08:00.003-04:00

"Look, I'm having sex with or without you. It'll be much more fun with you..."

What can a girl say to that but yes? True story.

We've had birthday fun and dinner out and today a cleaning binge. It's been a busy, busy weekend and then that little thrilling sexcapade and well--I took a shower and am about to eat and then...I'm vegging on the big brown sofa. I am pretty damn snookered. But in a good way.

See you tomorrow. True Blood tonight! And Hung! Double good times.

XOXO
Sommer

taking a few...

2010-07-09T09:59:00.002-04:00

It is girl child's birthday weekend! I have so much to do (her b/d always sneaks up on me as is in the middle of the summer anti-schedule and smack dab center of lazy season) and so much to clean. There is celebrating to be had in various forms. I can't believe that she is so...grown up. damn.

XOXO

Sommer

all better now...

2010-07-08T22:53:00.002-04:00

I've had a few of you email me to say you were glad I'm all better now (RE blogs starting a few weeks ago). I wouldn't so much say I'm all better now as I'm dealing better. And I've stopped poking myself with a fork and letting the things that make me hurt take over.

I've got about 82 pages of BSP and am racing ahead on a paranormal. I have beach time, and walk time. I've cut back on wine and also shitty foot. Putting cleaner fuel in the machine and keeping a clearer head. But this song is on my internal soundtrack a lot. It helps me let out the loud feelings.

So let's see, it's not fluffy happy bunny time just yet, but it's not a rush of fear and hurt anymore. I had some things going on in my life that were beyond my control. That is almost a dirty phrase to me. But it's true. Some things I've had to just set behind me, some I'm still working through. The man has really good days and uber shitty ones.

Bottom line is: thank you for your emails. Thanks for your support. Thanks for your belief in me and thanks for giving a good goddamn. It means the world to me and I mean that! <3

XOXO
S

two quick things...

2010-07-08T14:34:00.004-04:00

#1 Yay for awesomeness of a review for Alison's Wonderland out now and due to me...any moment. How about now?...now?...Now!? Soon! The reviewer gave my little story a nod.

The Three Billy Goats Gruff will have you looking at painters differently, a dominating Belle turns Beauty and the Beast on his (yes, his) ear, and let's say that at some brand-name theme parks with a certain mouse mascot, the shortest route may not always be straight...

and #2 To finally give a really cohesive answer to a question more than one reviewer/interviewer/reader has asked me, I'd like to introduce you to Alcide.

He is why I write wolves over vamps. Sweet holy mother of summertime heat. Woof!

XOXO

Sommer

When Bees Attack...

2010-07-08T08:54:00.002-04:00

We spent all day at the beach yesterday. (Do find above a traveling out and traveling back song!). Then I came home, poured the sand out of every bag, blanket, shoe, ass crack and ear and made a nice dinner. Then I sprawled face down on the sofa and surprised myself by crashing out for about 20 minutes. A power cat nap if you will.

Anyway, then I loaded young adult type smaller people into my car and took them to a sleepover. When we arrived I noticed a huge bee was in the yard. I mean huge. The size of a humming bird. Okay, maybe the size of a cicada! Anyway, I visited with MIL and SIL and nephew before crawling--I mean climbing--back into my SUV to head home.

I was half down the long and windy road rocking out to Disturbed when I put my hand in my now-long hair and bwah! My brain didn't even register BIG BEE STOWAWAY IN YOUR HAIR! before I flung it across the damn car. Then I felt bad, we are having issues with our bees, don't you know. (No really, google it) Then I realized my impromptu passenger was not flying inside my car--so, stunned or dead. Then I realized that if it was only stunned when it became unstunned it was gonna be piss-ed-off. So I pulled onto the shoulder--quite a site--door open, legs hanging out the door trying to capture giant pterodactyl sized bee into my vitamin water bottle. But I did it! I got it in and then turned and tossed it out into the dried up brown, drought grass on the side of the road.

Tada! No sting and am humanitarian type person in the bee kingdom. And bonus: I did not wreck the car. Ole!

Here's hoping today is a bit more uneventful. (o_O)

XOXO
Sommer

Back to the...

2010-07-07T08:04:00.000-04:00

beachbeachbeachbeach today! Who is this woman taking days off? Sitting in the sun, hunting for shells, laughing, swimming! Spending time away from the magic box and remembering to have fun? Who is she? I have no fucking clue. But I sure as shit like her.

Have a happening hump day.

XOXO
Sommer

gotta say...

2010-07-06T22:15:00.003-04:00

I think I am fully in love with Jason Lee on this one...hotter than the south in August. Never really paid attention to him before but the show looked good. And now, all grown up and a bit older and worn in and beat up and all yummy. Well, hell. Mmm.

XOXO
Sommer

at least the fucking butterflies are happy...

2010-07-06T13:37:00.004-04:00

It's like a hundred and sumpin' degrees here. I just grabbed a hot pan and burned all the fingers on my right hand (mad skillz my friend). I tried to apologize to the guy behind me at the grocery for being in speedy line, it is a war I wage with the establishment every time I shop there. If you are dropping nothing (15 items or under) you get full service. Shop for all your food (hundreds of bucks) Oh, please do check yourself out. If you complain they say: check out there. Then the people behind you are pissed.

So I said: "Sorry. I know I have more but...blarblarblar..."

He said "If that was all I had to worry about life would be good."...

*sound of crickets chirping*

"Um...yeah, me too you douche! but I was trying to be nice." (Okay, I didn't say that aloud, but I wanted to).

So it's hot, did I mention? Burned my hand, did I say? Douche bag behind me somehow made me feel bad for saying I was sorry, have I told you that?

Right. Well, here is my pretty butterfly garden. They are happy little babies today. Apparently they like hell-like conditions and they do not cook (or burn themselves) or shop (with douche bags) nor are they waiting to hear on bsp's. They are just flying the fuck around happy as...whatever. Butterflies!

102. In the shade. Pass me the wine.

XOXO
Sommer

i meant to...

2010-07-05T18:19:00.004-04:00

to post this the other day. For all of you who love bathing suits as much as me. I damn near fell out of my chair when my aunt sent this to me. A) because it's so funny and B) she'll shock me from time to time and send me stuff like this I'd never expect to get from her.

I may be out of it lately, but I assure you--I am putting my bathing suit on the right way. Thank. God.

X-D

XOXO
Sommer

today...

2010-07-04T21:26:00.004-04:00

These little piggies went to a pool party. Where a warm summer breeze blew my blue dress up at the last second. But I like all the blues.

I am stuffed and tired and I hear the fireworks starting. Probably will be able to see them from the back deck. Must go see.

In other news, I am becoming a professional at making an ass out of myself, I think. Oh well. Whatever.

Happy 4th everyone! Have fun. Be safe. Kiss someone you love.

XOXO
Sommer

hot for sommer...

2010-07-02T17:31:00.005-04:00

this little piggy went to the beach...(sorry Danielle)

then this little piggy played in the water...

but not too hot. In fact, it was the perfect fucking day. Best day I've had in years. I would try to explain how badly I needed today to you, but I would fail. So instead, I'm going to go pour a glass of wine. I'm a bit burnt, I'm wiped out and there is sand sprinkled through my house...I haven't felt better in ages.

I'm probably gone, baby, gone till Monday, so have a great 4th everyone!

XOXO

Sommer

beachbeachbeach

2010-07-02T08:23:00.000-04:00

we're going today. It's small and it's local and I'm ridiculously excited. If we have fun, I plan to go as often as possible this summer. And planning a few nights away too. It's been ten years. Ten years with no vacation is long enough.

Happy Friday

XOXO

Sommer

Freaky Deaky Sag

2010-07-01T14:58:00.002-04:00

Blogging at eXcessica today. Why don't you stop in and see me. Bring your um...bow and arrow. Yeah. That works. ;)

XOXO

Sommer

I think...

2010-06-30T14:00:00.002-04:00

if BSP pans out, I shall get a tattoo. I have virgin skin. I've been threatening for years. I know exactly what it will be, haven't figured out where. Why am I telling you this? Because I am a wuss and will not do it if I don't say it aloud. But I want to get one so here I am: aloud aloud aloud. Saying it. Aloud. ;)

I've had lots of pain and some I truly relish. You know what kind if you are a constant reader. I'm not sure if I'm afraid because it will hurt too much or if I will like it too much and crave more. The image has always been the issue for me, and I've had a long line of contenders. But now...I've got it. If BSP pans out that is.

Fingers crossed.

XOXO

Sommer

I have sent...

2010-06-29T15:40:00.003-04:00

BSP pitch. Now I will keep writing BSP and try not to think about the actual project, the actual consideration, the actual...anything. Will simply focus on the fiction and try to stop feeling like I swallowed a live electric eel! ha! Wish me luck, guys.

Also, Calendar Girl got a super nice four star review on Amazon. If you can a) get on Amazon and b) view anything on Amazon. I don't know what the fuck is up with Amazon, but when they fix it...the review should be there! Gee, I hope. (O_O)

Anyway, get to wishing me that luck. Much appreciated (as are all your emails. you guys rock).

XOXO
Sommer

You run like a river runs to the sea...

2010-06-28T12:57:00.003-04:00

Okay. I'm done. The self examination and the picking at myself with dental instruments and razor blades is over. Thank you for bearing with me during that. I'm by no means done on a whole but I'm done struggling and kicking and lashing about.

Any good lifeguard will tell you that the docile ones are easy. The people who go limp and surrender and allow themselves to be saved. It's the ones who fight and struggle and wail that they end up having to cold-cock that are the issue. I won't do that anymore. No one needs to cold-cock me. All that the last week or so was just me getting my head on straight for what I feel is the next step in my life--writing and otherwise. I won't wiggle and squirm and scream any more. I don't want to get cold-cocked. I will give into the irony of the whole simile and situation where you have to act dead to get saved. You have to surrender to win.

I surrender. I'll win. Thanks for being there for me. All of your emails rocked. Some of you and your kindnesses amaze me. Now I'm done looking back and I want to go forward.

My head's not on straight by a long shot, but hell, it sure isn't as crooked as it was. But I want to officially announce the end of the fear. I won't be afraid any more. I choose to be curious instead. That was in a book I read once about anxiety (best book every written on the subject in my humble opinion). The body does not recognize the difference between fear and excitement. It is the same chemicals surging through your system for either or. If you choose to believe you are excited, you are. I'm so damn excited I could pee myself! (she said over and over and over till she believed it ;)

I'll keep everyone posted about BSP. I plan to take some fun days this summer. We'll see what happens.

XOXO
Sommer

I hit 51 scary pages at about six...

2010-06-27T20:12:00.001-04:00

o'clock. I took a shower, had a snack and have been drinking ever since. That's right. Drink. Ing. The man reads it tomorrow and then I can send with a quick synopsis if I choose. I could sit here and try to tell you what my stomach feels like right now, but I'd rather have another glass of wine. Cheers to you (and I take it as a good sign that my brain is continuing on with the book though I've hit the necessary goal. The book will be finished no matter what). Raise a glass if you get a chance.

Salut.

XOXO

Sommer

What do you mean there is no cheese?

2010-06-27T15:06:00.001-04:00

"Look again..."

*photo by boy child. Disgusted look thanks to lack of cheese.

at 41 scary pages...
xoxo

Sommer

Said Lord Please Give Me What I Need, He Said There's Pain And Misery

2010-06-26T23:17:00.002-04:00

I'm having these immense periods of anxiety. I'm doing my best to ignore them. I got good at this the year I turned thirty. I had a state of anxiety (most likely set off by two babies back to back and the toxic soup of hormones they created plus a handy dandy genetic predisposition to being anxious) that lasted for several years. I basically woke up mid panic attack and stayed that way until bed, where I'd mentally talk myself down to slow my heart rate so I could sleep.

Time was kind and and those periods passed. My body rebooted, by brain healed. I did it all without drugs (I didn't even drink very often at the time ha!) because I am nothing if not stubborn and medicine phobic. When they say 'very rare side effects are...' they show a picture of me next to it. My system is sensitive and temperamental. I shun drugs whenever possible.

So anyway, I'm having these rushes of anxiety. Electrical tides that flood around me and jolt me like I'm grabbing a big handful of charged barbed wire. But it isn't stopping me. Fuck it. I'm at 37 scary pages in the BSP and lots and lots and LOTS of kinetic energy. Plus long sweaty walks in the wet wool blanket Baltimore air with his highness, fat red wiener dog.

Plus, I rediscovered Screaming Trees. They were in the basement. The CD, not the band. Shadow Of The Season is a bit of an anthem right now. I'm just going forward, head down, helmet on, fight, fight fight. I tell myself "Thirteen more pages before you can see if this fucker floats" and "everything happens for a reason".

Watched Shutter Island tonight and wow. Wow. I have seen four movies this year I felt were worth my time, most others have been stinkers, this one was one of the four. The man did not agree. He went to bed after the first hour telling me 'a bit slow' between snores. Heh.

XOXO
Sommer

The Yin And The Yang

2010-06-25T10:11:00.004-04:00

You don't always get what you deserve from people. Thirty more seconds of their time. One more line of explanation. More information so you can understand. So be it. That's life. It sucks and you move on. Lose the hangdog expression, the beat dog syndrome and you Move. Your. Ass. Forward. Sometimes, though, you have people looking out for you that you don't even know are on your side in a big way. They send you totems to make you strong.

I currently have 27 pages of the BSP. My dog hasn't been walked this much...ever. Thusly my ass is looking fetching LOL and I'm tanner than I've been in years. I'm in this weird hibernating (yet in the sun)/healing/quiet phase. Very unlike me, but refreshing in a big deep breath way.

I experience intense bursts of joy and then bam! crushing moments of sorrow. I can only imagine that at some point the yin and the yang of this current stage will sidle up to each other, curl against one another like lovers and there will be some peace.

People keep telling me "take your time". That's hard for me. But to quote my own damn self. "I'm working on it."

Have a great weekend, guys. Get some sun. Walk your dog. :)

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. more on that fantabulous band here

It's Tuesday...

2010-06-22T09:24:00.003-04:00

And I'm in the wind for a few days. There do not seem to be enough tissues in my house right now. When I'm not walking, I'm writing. If I'm not writing I'm probably sleeping. Big scary project has six pages. Six pages that I cherish. And I know what's going to happen next! Which is always good when you um...you know, are writing a book.

I'll tell you a secret. I want to get in my car and just motherfucking drive. When I get this way my wanderlust grows horns and teeth and is very demanding. When I was nineteen I would have done it, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya. I'll be back when I get here. But I'm all grown up now (hold on, I had to laugh...) and have yet to give into that wanderlust. And I know I never would.

But I am gonna lay low. Swing back and forth between BSP (thusly names BIG SCARY PROJECT) and a super funny paranormal I'm working on. What kind of mental dysfunction do I have if I can be crying one moment and writing a scene that makes me laugh uncontrollably the next? Is there a name for that particular mind defect?

Be good, kids. Or as close as you can be without laughing.

I love you guys!

xoxo
Sommer

Fear Purge Begins...

2010-06-20T12:49:00.007-04:00

Feel free to run. It's long and I won't mind. I wrote it more for me than for you. If that makes sense...

I knew that undertaking something scary to me would trigger this. A fear purge, if you will. I mean, it happens to the best of us. We have our secret fears and we either address them and move on or we tamp them down and every once in a while they go all rogue and rise up like some George Romero zombie.

My fear purge has begun.

This new project is not my normal schtick. It doesn't come easy to me but I'm capable of it. However, I'm fearful of it. Which is why I've always talked about this project but never done it. It was so much easier to write my fun, sexy books/stories that came easy to me. It was easy to operate in my comfort zone. My niche. My cozy little cave with all my favorite people gathered around me. I liked it.

Now here I am. Standing out in this big open field and I don't know the danger zones. I don't know where is safe and where it's not. I don't know where there might be a rabbit hole for me to twist my ankle in or an angry snake coiled in some high grass. Killer bees, lightning storms, hungry jackals. Anything is possible.

So the fear purge has begun and I'm buckled in. I've spend the last 34 years filling the emotional equivalent of a sucking chest wound with stuff. The stuff varied. When I was way young in my early to late teens it was sex, danger and stupid stunts. See, I thought for sure I was checking out early like my dad had. I think seeing your father in a box at an early age kind of dents you. It might be the kind of dent you can paint over. It's the kind of thing where people would give you the once over and go, why, she's perfectly fine, why is she marked down so much?

But still...dented. Damaged. Fucked up. A crimp in the paint job.

In my mind there was this imaginary paper with my name at the top and then below EXPIRATION DATE 26 YEARS OF AGE. So my unspoken motto, how I lived my life was pretty much, live hard, die young, leave a beautiful corpse. Take no prisoners. Because I was young and I was fiercely beautiful (I only see that now) and I was kind of crazy in a fuck-it way.

I started smoking when I was fifteen. I tried to fill that hole some with smoking. You'd be amazed at what a good time waster smoking is. You have to pack them down, light them, smoke them, hold them away from non smokers. You have to put them out, buy more, obsess over you having enough. You have to hide them from your kids, squirrel some away, make sure you have enough if it snows. I remember when I quit three years ago, the hardest part for me were what seemed like huge wide open chunks of time. The mind boggles at how much of my day revolved around cigarettes. And I remember thinking--when I realized I was actually going to quit this time--well, fuck. Now what do I do?

Okay. Sex, danger, smoking...Booze. Let's go there.

Yes, yes, the running joke is I love my wine. And I do. But I abhor being drunk. Truly. I pay strict attention to my love affair with the red nectar. I come from alcoholics. Not funny lampshade on the head alcoholics, but call 911 he fired a gun in the backyard alcoholics (please note I'm not referring to my immediate household. my mother should be sainted. she raised me and put up with me even in my dragon girl years). We're talking, you pissed me off so I shall beat the shit out of you alcoholics. I'm talking movie of the week alcoholics. There were handful in my family. And it stemmed on both sides of my gene pool. So, I'll tell you this--I love my wine, but I monitor it. And truth be told, I obsess over it a bit. I truly do. If I like it too much, it's history.

That leaves food. I was anorexic in my teen years. I lived on about 400 calories a day. I was 5'10" and 130 pounds. I was damn near translucent. I thought I was fat. Then later in my early twenties when I got pregnant, my up and down with food started. I realized what a good drug food was. I went from getting a high off denying myself to getting comfort from calories. I've spend most of my life either pushing my feelings down with food or starving myself. My body gets very confused. I'm working on it.

So now we move on to the actual fear purge. Like I said, I've spend a whole lot of time stuffing stuff down. Despite falling ass backwards into a priceless man (after a whole swamp full of frogs) and having two wonderful kids (that fifteen years ago I would have swore to you stone cold sober that I would NEVER have because I did not wish to procreate), my life has been about running from the demons I covered with sex, danger, food, cigarettes, booze and various other things. I'm afraid. I have been afraid my whole life and have covered it in some way. See, I have the opposite of what some people have. I have a whole posse of people who have ALWAYS BELIEVED IN ME. Always. I told someone recently, "The only approval I have ever sought was from myself. I still haven't gotten it." And that's true. The only person who has trouble believing in me is me. I can't do it for some reason. Again, I'm working on it.

So let's see where we've landed after this horrid and awkward confessional. A) Fuck it. I don't have to believe in myself so much as surrender to the part of myself who takes over when I write. I need to stop white knuckling and let it do its job. It's already started and only gets tangled when I interfere. The fearful part of me can't seem to stop chucking monkey wrenches into the machinery. see above: i'm working on it. B) I can be afraid all I want, but I have to do it anyway. C) The fear purge has started, I knew it would, I have to go through it. It's the only way out. There is no other exit.

The first purge that reared up last night was the being left fear. I dreamt last night that the man left me. He didn't love me anymore. That was it. He just didn't love me. There was no one else. He just...stopped loving me. And right before I woke I looked down at my engagement ring and the stone was gone. And I was panicky and he wouldn't help me find it. He didn't care. When I looked closer, I realized it had been smashed down into the setting so it was pretty much invisible.

I woke up and my heart was breaking. Literally. I don't know how to describe it to you dear reader, other than I cannot remember--barring my father's funeral--ever feeling so sad and empty. And I started to cry. Not sniffling soft crying. Big sobs. Funeral crying. And I simply could not stop. I couldn't. I ended up getting up out of bed and coming down and making coffee and when the man asked me what was wrong, I started again. I couldn't stop. Even after he shot down ever possible reason and fear the tears kept coming. I seemed to have a neverending supply.

It is, apparently, one of my biggest fears. Losing him. Him not loving me. Losing that love I never ever expected to find but did. I never realized how much of my life I spent asking for love in some form until this morning. I crave it like a junkie craves crack. I think that I think it will fill that missing piece of me.

I know there will be more. More stuff is going to come flying up out of the dirt like that hand at the end of Carrie. I'm too schooled in life and actual education not to know that now that I am going to actually do something that terrifies me, my mind is going to throw up ever road block, every fear, every single boogeyman in my closet. It's a good way to distract from what you're really trying to accomplish. Fear...it's the way we do ourselves sometimes. As stupid as it seems.

I hope you didn't read this if it seemed too long. I rarely fillet myself this way in public. But if you're going to be a part of the journey I'm trying so hard to take, then I'm going to be honest with you. I promise to be back with something short and flighty very, very soon. Maybe I'll accidentally almost burn another house down today ;) (see below for details)

XOXOX
Sommer

Happy Father's Day!...Call 911

2010-06-19T18:31:00.004-04:00

Only. Me.

I was just at my mom and dad's house for Father's Day. And...Okay, so here's how it happened. I was in the bathroom and I had this long pendant on and my hair up. And the fine chain got tangled in the fine hair at the nape of my neck. So I have my head down and I'm tugging it off to fix it. It gets looped on the nightlight plugged in over the sink. Comes over my head, down onto the light, and it's thin enough to slip behind the night light and...come in contact with the prong!

So the outlet starts spitting sparks and I--god love me in my stupidity--almost grab the necklace. Which is--mind you--touching two live electrical prongs. Well, I must have payed attention when Officer Safety came to my class because at the last minute my brain says: UM! YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO TOUCH THAT! Instead I grab the plastic face of the nightlight and tug. But not hard enough. So the necklace got down farther...more sparks and the outlet turns black. Right before my eyes. Like Satan's magic trick!

Finally, mid-cardiac infarction (it felt like) I got it out. It had ruined the outlet, melted my necklace chain and well, scared the shit out of me. Good thing I was in the bathroom.

So then we did presents and cake. Happy Father's Day, call the fire department. Jesus.

Only. Me.

XOXO
Sommer

The sun looks pretty tempting...

2010-06-18T14:47:00.002-04:00

I got an offer the other day. To give my most sacred dream a shot. It's a shot. Not a guarantee. And my knee jerk reaction was no way, Jose. Then I realized it was fear talking. And that was no good. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, don't be a pussy. All that jazz.

So I'm giving it a shot. I might be a wee bit scarce, because this stuff does not come easy to me. The very real possibility is I will swing the other way and be posting random, manic, terrified blog every ten minutes. LOL So buckle up, regular readers.

I've noticed a trend lately of a lot of readers, even more than used-ta-was, but they are silent. They come and read and do not speak. Which is cool. All I care is that you come and visit. That makes me happy. So being a little more mouse-like will probably be no big deal. All right...here we go!

My wings might be made of wax. We're about to find out. Because it's scary as hell but that dream of mine that is the sun is looking pretty tempting.

XOXO
Sommer
Icarus inspired necklace that I MUST own his here.

Laps

2010-06-17T07:23:00.002-04:00

Yay! My story Laps has been officially chosen for Best Women's Erotica 2011 edited by the fierce Violet Blue. And you thought I was singing in my head while I ran laps. Um...nope. I was writing. Heh.

I admit I always breathe a sigh of relief when I make that final final cut for a book and the email with the little paper clip doohickey arrives. It means there's a contract attached :)

This is my third year running in BWE and I'm grateful and completely stoked to see what kind of talent I've been mashed up against this year. I love being tucked inside the covers with these awesome ladies. So...yay and woop!

XOXO

Sommer

In The Dark Of Night...

2010-06-16T17:57:00.003-04:00

The title is inspired by INXS, I admit it. The story is inspired by dirty and kinky and hot. My story In The Dark of Night is in the new Cocktales edition, Kiss In The Dark, from Xcite. Lineup includes:

Dirty Laundry	Grace Moskowitz
A Memorable Production	Emily Cale
Fitting In	Charlotte Stein
Zen and the Art of Bondage	Fulani
In the Dark of Night	Sommer Marsden
After the Show	Elizabeth Coldwell
I Like Mike	Giselle Renarde
Bed In	Rachel Kramer Bussel

Awesome. Bartender, pour me another!

XOXO
S
p.s. if you are up there and I don't have your link, sent it to me and I'll add!

"And I was never one for fairy tales but this was my favorite, favorite, favorite story. Mostly because I am weird..."

2010-06-16T13:22:00.004-04:00

My interview as an author for the mucho anticipato (see I invented a language of sorts just for the occasion) Alison's Wonderland is up on both the book site and Ms. Tyler's blog. Find out how I feel about goats and boots and Shanna Germain and nun costumes!

XOXO

Sommer

p.s. I need to have this hat and I stole AT's image
p.p.s. as of a few hours ago I am the proud owner of an official eight grade graduate! Ole!
p.p.p.s. I cannot spell eighth so I must go back to the eighth grade!

I've been stalking...

2010-06-15T12:19:00.003-04:00

I mean checking! the EC website to see when it would go up so I knew a release date. I just got back from doing a random pop in on a friend on the weird hunch that she needed a shoulder. And she did. Two hours later here I am and my cover is up and my date is...July 21. Tada!

I had so much fun with this Quickie, I can't even tell you. :)

XOXO
Sommer

Celiac Nightmare

2010-06-15T07:56:00.004-04:00

I dreamt I ate pizza. Real pizza. Not gluten-free wanna be pizza dough with toppings. Not too dry, a bit chalky, break apart, not elastic pizza but real fucking pizza. With a soft wheat crust. And gooey cheese. I could fold it in half without a mess. REAL pizza. And it was good.

But I was panicky. Why? Why was I panicky? Then it hit me and I dropped the slice (like it was hot). It was REAL pizza. With wheat. With gluten. Poison. And then I started to wake up. Oh yeah, our just past president was there for some reason, too. That's where the real nightmare started...

XOXO
Sommer

So I'm struggling...

2010-06-14T11:02:00.003-04:00

with the whole home life, health issues for the man, Internet, writing, promoting-promoting-promoting thing. Not to sound like a melodramatic asshole, but there are days I am tempted to run around and delete everything. Wipe myself off the face of the Internet to a degree. But I don't. And sometimes I bitch to those closest to me. Today I bitched. I simply felt overwhelmed and panicky. There's a lot going on.

Haven sent me this. And it is possibly one of the funniest, most dead on, brilliant, wise and wonderful things I have ever read. And it made me laugh. And helped me find a little perspective. Basically, I've pretty much been doing it right, I just drove myself insane thinking that maybe I wasn't.

Every writer should read this. And that's something I'll rarely say.

XOXO

Sommer

p.s. photo is one I took two nights ago playing with boy child's camera. I think it shall become a book cover. But I wanted to use it pronto. Love it for some reason.

spotted on amazon

2010-06-13T10:57:00.002-04:00

And now September seems so far away! But the end of September is the release of Coupling: Filthy Erotica For Couples from eXcessica. So, I'll just have to wait. But that was pretty cool, seeing it there. As usual, I was going all around the mulberry bush to do updates. I can never remember the right sequence on Amazon. Oh well. I get it done. That's the point, I guess. :)

XOXO

Sommer

double trouble

2010-06-12T08:32:00.006-04:00

Let's get down to dirty Saturday business, shall we? Somehow the girl who cannot keep track of anything once again failed to keep track and double booked herself today. Shocking, I know! But hey, if you have a book called Double Booked what do you expect.

I hope you'll stop in and see me today!

Firstly, I'm the featurette at Midnight Moon Cafe. All you have to do is leave me a little comment and you could win a download of Sensitive (see below for a recent review). And then over at Lisabet Sarai's classy blog, I have a short guest piece called Romancing The Girl (or why I write F/F Fiction).

So, come see me if you can. It's Saturday. Grab a coffee or a cocktail, wander around, talk to double booked writers on blogs. You know...Chill.

XOXO

Sommer

p.s. 54% of you still masturbate daily. Woohoo for youhooo! (see sidebar poll and look for a new poll soon. Typed pole at first. Swear. To. god.

Man In The Middle

2010-06-11T07:08:00.003-04:00

Yay! It's release day. My mini antho Man In The Middle is out from eXcessica today. Yay and yay and also woop!

Both of these originally appeared in Ruthie's Club (which I still miss, FYI) and both turned out to be pretty darn popular, so I smooshed them together in this piece. What do the two stories have in common? Why a husband, a wife, happy marriages and oh yeah, an extra guy...

XOXO
Sommer

i know, i know!

2010-06-10T08:30:00.004-04:00

Minisode: Eric & Pam

I should be wrapping up this book that I'm just about done. I'm within kissing distance of typing THE END. Today or tomorrow I'll hit 65-70K and then let it percolate while I wrap up my novella. So why am I watching HBO minisodes for True Blood instead of writing? Hmm. A) I always do a procrastination dance at the end of a book, B) I am a bad girl and C)these minisodes are priceless. Especially the one above! Ha!

CAN'T. WAIT. 'TIL. SUNDAY!

XOXO
Sommer

The old switcheroo...?

2010-06-09T20:56:00.003-04:00

I think they switched the excerpt on the Xcite page for Calendar Girl. This is a snippet I loved. Hot, hot, hot. But maybe I'm wrong. Does anyone know if this is the original extract? Did I hallucinate the switch? Jeeze. Maybe my head is full of cold germs and I should go to bed. But...but...Top Chef Masters is on!

I'll just sit over here on the sofa and behave. Promise...

XOXO
Sommer

An erotic novel by Sommer Marsden

Merritt Evans is expecting a lot out of her marriage but what she is not expecting is to come home to find her husband Drake diddling with the local trainer. Thanks to friends in high places, Merritt's divorced by the new year. She’s ready to put her old life behind her and her best friend Jeffrey--drag queen and fake psychic extraordinaire--comes up with a game plan. A year of fun, frolicking and hot sex. No strings, no expectations and did he mention hot sex? A fresh guy every single month to get all the needs and kinks and cravings out of her system so she can move on. Merritt’s doing well with her plan until Penn Fratila shows up. Hot, Romanian and sexy as hell. Oh yeah, and he wants her. Bad.

Extract from Calender Girl:

Stefan wasn’t huge but he was strong. I found it out when he spun me just inside the door. My big velvet skirt swirled around me like some movie heroine and I gasped. Such a girl.

‘I like it in here with you. I like the way you feel,’ he said. His grin reminded me of the Big Bad Wolf, only I was more than willing, in this instance, to be Little Red.

‘How I feel?’

He slipped his hand under my skirt, rubbing the skin right above my high lace-up leather boots. I had been going for prairie goddess meets leather chick. I held my breath, little vines of pleasure skittering up my thighs, wrapping around and around and around my legs to spread tendrils of anticipation to my pussy.

‘Most people would say your vibe. But I don’t do vibes,’ he said. His mouth came down on mine and I could taste the mild red wine he’d been drinking and a spice I couldn’t place. His tongue bullied mine until I simply sank into the kiss and let him have his way with my mouth.

‘What is my vibe?’

His fingers and found their way higher, his thumb stroking whispering arcs across my hosiery. I heard his touch murmuring conspiratorially in the near dark room. A small electric candle glowed in the window and when Stefan pushed the button to lock the door, the snapping lock seemed so loud in the near silence. ‘Eager, willing, kind, a bit flighty.’

I thought about balking, but kept kissing him instead. Plus, his fingers had found the elastic of my grey satin panties and he was rubbing what felt like a line of fire along my skin. All I wanted in the world was for that finger to breach the elastic and slip inside of me. Work me from the inside out until I came. ‘Pretty on the mark.’

I realised I wasn’t touching him at all. I was just standing there being touched. Drinking it in, soaking it in, hell, scooping it up to save for later. No one had touched me since the last time Drake and I had made love and that seemed like a million years and one broken heart ago. I found his slacks with my hand, rubbing a tentative circle on the charcoal grey slacks, felt his cock jump to meet my seeking palm. The joy in my heart at feeling his want of me was nearly overwhelming. I made another little noise.

‘Do you like that?’ Stefan asked, pushing himself into my palm. Pinning my hand between my belly and his erection. I curled my fingers just a bit, chewed my lip, the blush in my cheeks felt like warm brick in the sun.

‘Yes. A lot. It’s been a while since a man ...’ I didn’t let myself analyse. I worked the one button with shaking fingers and when I went for the zipper, he stilled my hand.

‘Since a man?’

I looked up. I could only see the dark shine of his eyes in the meagre light. He was smiling and again I got that emotional waft of a kind cruelty from the way he looked. Like a man who could be not so nice but in the best possible way. ‘Touched me, wanted me ... fucked me? Take your pick,’ I admitted softly.

Stefan nodded as if I had passed a test and he pinned my roaming hand to the wall, pushing his hard-on to the place where my skirt now draped around my hips. He faux-fucked me until I felt like the air in the room was thin and hot and then he said, ‘Don’t move, Merritt. Stay right there.’

The pearl buttons of my demure white blouse came undone for him one by one, shiny little white sluts under his fingers. He raised my skirt like the skirt of some dainty dancer and simply said, ‘Hold it. Just like that.’ So I did, while he pushed my panties low and told me to step free.

I stood in my thigh high hose and my laced up boots, skirt raised like a can-can dancer and watched as he extended his hand and touched me. I tried to move my hand to touch him back and he shook his head. I stopped, clutching my skirt high to my waist.

His fingers disappeared inside of me. One and then two and finally, after a frozen moment where I felt five heartbeats in my neck, he pushed a third finger into me. We both watched, transfixed as he fucked me with his fingers, my back flush to the door. I could hear the muffled, muted party below and I even heard Jeffrey’s big booming voice echo through the house. But I was too busy to truly note it. I was too busy letting this stranger get me off as he stroked my g-spot like he’d done it a thousand times before.

‘That’s it. Come for me. Are you going to come for me, Merritt?’

I could only nod because the air I could draw was rushing into my lungs as my knees loosened and my belly tightened and I bit my tongue to keep quiet, coming with my skirt held up like some fairytale princess. I shook in the shadow of his body as he leaned over me.

‘I did.’ I sounded proud.

‘I know,’ he grinned again and that lupine quality was back. My belly did a long, lazy roll like I was on an amusement park ride and he leaned in to kiss my neck. ‘Stay. Stay right there.’

"Wow for Sommer Marsden..."

2010-06-09T16:37:00.002-04:00

Night Owl Reviews gave Sensitive four sexy little stars. Awesomeness with awesome sauce!

Thanks to NOR and Melinda for taking the time to review my dirty little angel. Book. I totally meant book.

XOXO

Sommer

Catch Phrases

2010-06-09T07:52:00.002-04:00

I said this yesterday to a friend about a piece of fiction. And it made me remember an entire summer that this was the family catch phrase. I'm sure tons of folks do it (do it) but that was the year my family member was sent to Iraq. This movie came out right before he was deployed. It became an ice breaker, laugh maker and the day he left we sent him off with tons of hugs and kisses and about sixty thousand "Do it"'s.

And what do we say to each other most mornings when we part for the day?

(4:04) Habanahdah!

I love catch phrases. I love to learn the ones that other folks use. Share if you like. Share, share, share! Cause I'm nosy.

XOXO
Sommer

Come on baby, let's...

2010-06-08T07:18:00.004-04:00

Vote on twists...Here's your chance. Vote, vote, vote! Alison Tyler's Poll: With a Twist is up for your perusal. It's the The fifteen entries to the first Smut Marathon challenge.Wohoo! What are you waiting for? Free smut and a chance to give your opinion. And then run over and buy me that tee there for the ending of my latest book. I covet it so!

Ole!

The man has a specialist appointment today, too. I'd appreciate all the good ju-ju folks might want to offer. He also coughed his ass off all night (we both have boy child's horrid cold thingy) and kept me up. So I am stumbling around getting kids off to school and he's in bed. After this appointment, I swear I am taking a nap. Spelled h-o-u-r-l-o-n-g. Swear!

XOXO
Sommer

sick day

2010-06-07T07:23:00.003-04:00

I'm taking one. Boy child loves me so much he's shared his mutated horrid cold germs. I sound and look and feel like a train wreck. Tres sexy. Heh.

I plan to laze on sofa and read a book and maybe put in a few chaps on my laptop. But in the meantime admire this necklace. Isn't it fab? It came up when I typed in sick. I love it. Every book I finish I buy myself a small commemorative object. Mayhaps this could be my small commemorative object? Don't know. Haven't decided. Can't stop coughing. But I do love it.

And yes, there was another blog here before but I deleted it due to content. I couldn't understand the content but a little German birdie told me that if I could understand it, then I'd probably not post it. So...yank.

Happy Monday.

XOXO
Sommer

pretty-pretty, shiny-shiny

2010-06-05T17:23:00.004-04:00

Nope, I haven't lost my mind. The reason I'm working diligently to get up the slotted SGP shorts is because this summer...wait for it...I am going to take mental health days and hang at the pool sometimes with my kids! Tada!

I've spent the last few summers (keep spelling that sommer, over and over again, i swear) slaving away on the computer, begging, borrowing and stealing snips of time. This year, I'm going to have a little more fun. Then in the evenings focus on the book of the moment. I have about four on my desk top in varying stages of doneness.

So, here I sit, as the last days of school whiz by, uploading short SGP releases that I want to be available to readers. They're also at All Romance Ebooks, Bookstrand, Kindle etc. Ironically, I think the only place I have yet to load some of these is the SGP site! Ha!

Hope everyone's Saturday is going great. Stay cool, get hot, be hool, y'all.

XOXO

Sommer

You laugh because it's you...

2010-06-04T11:11:00.004-04:00

Sorry for the radio silence. I've been working but not really running my mouth. I guess Benadryl makes me silent. X-D Happy to report no hives today, I think they've passed. Thank effing goodness.

Like I said, I have written and even done some small SGP releases, but not anything to write home about. Or I was too lazy to write home about it. Maybe that's it. Between the docs visits and being high on antihistamines, I have been zoning out to tons of favorite reruns (thank god for TBS and USA and the like), including Everybody Loves Raymond. Possibly one of the best shows ever. We have seen some of these episodes a dozen times or more and still laugh. This is one of my favorite bits ever. The first time we saw it I damn near fell off the sofa. The man turned to me and said, "You laugh because it's you..."

And he's right. I'd do that. Totally. Only I'd fall on my ass upon my attempt at a grand exit. ;) I thought I'd share it as a semi half-assed blog.

Happy Friday!

XOXO
Sommer

okay, so i'm pretty proud of...

2010-06-02T11:29:00.003-04:00

that cover! Another small release (gosh, I make them sound like orgasms don't I?). This one originally appeared in Coming Together For The Cure edited by Alessia Brio. I love this story and haven't touched it in years. Now I have. I touched it real good. LOL. Available at All Romance Ebooks, Bookstrand, etc so forth and so on.

Off to take the man to his specialist and I'm covered in (v.v. unsexy) hives and welts. I am ingesting something that does not like me. How can you not like me? I am nice, yes? While I ponder that medical mystery, won't you weigh in on my blog below (head hopping anyone?) and/or in my poll on the sidebar (do you still choke the chicken? spank the monkey? whisk your...um, eggs?Okay, that one was no good. Do you still diddle yourself is what I'm asking!).

Back later. Have a great day! :)
XOXO
Sommer

Head Hopping Yay or Nay?

2010-06-01T18:16:00.004-04:00

Help me! I am writing a book that started at third person. Then I realized that it would work better as a first person account. So I went back and changed all seventy odd pages to first person. The book took off. However, there are a few sections where I went to third for the hero's POV. Now I know I've seen this done before, but I'm not sure how comfy I am with it. I feel...ornery doing it!

I'm pretty much fine with people hopping heads from chapter to chapter or with a section break. I am not fine with people head hopping in one sentence or paragraph. Do not go from man's head to woman's head in the same sentence, paragraph or page because that seals it. I'll put the book down.

So if I section off his little bits of input and there's a clear line of demarcation can I head hop a few times? Yay or nay? I'd love to hear from readers and writers on this. I'm curious.

XOXO

Sommer

oh my god, duh...

2010-06-01T14:01:00.005-04:00

the thing i wanted to say (see the hool blog below) that i could not remember? one of my favorite long short stories ever is now a Spastic Girl Press release. The Kept can be found currently at Bookstrand, All Romance Ebooks, 1RE and 1EE. Coming soon to Kindle and Smashwords and SGP itself! Paranormal shifter porn. Yum.

HOOL!

2010-06-01T13:52:00.003-04:00

That would be my hybrid of hot and cool. I got a nod over at the Hot Movies For Her site. They said this about "Thrift Store Whore" (my story in the smoking hot, entirely cool upcoming Please, Ma'am)

I also loved Sommer Marsden’s Thrift Store Whore for it’s bratty punk feel. After picking out the ugliest dresses she can find, Gia leads Bean back to the dressing room for a little gender play and a lot of XXX action. The fact that everyone knows what’s going on only makes it hotter for them. This story really stood out because it had a different feel that a lot of the others. A lot of male submission pieces tend to feature men who dress in suits and attend power lunches, so it was nice to hear about the kind of guy I would have run around with in my early twenties.

Read the whole write up here.

Yay and woop! There was something else good I wanted to say but bang! zip! right out of my head (O_O)

XOXO
Sommer

June...what the...

2010-06-01T07:38:00.005-04:00

hell? How did June get here? I'm flabbergasted (among other things). But the good news is that I am the Midnight Moon Cafe featured author for June. Yay me! Those two ladies are so sweet and talented in their wicked ways with paranormal porn. Can I say porn? Anyway, read me rambling and running off at the mouth over at the MMC blog.

I'm working on two things right now. Updating a former work and finishing up a brand new book. Very excited. And I have a boy child home with a raging summer cold. Um...not very excited about that.

Hope everyone has a stellar holiday and take my poll! It's that way <----- because a) it's for a story and b) well, I'm just nosy and I want to know. X-D

XOXO

Sommer

Stayed up waaaaay too late watching...

2010-05-29T11:40:00.005-04:00

My newest reality TV addiction. Swear to god, Jesse cracks me up. He was a favorite on Workout (another reality TV addiction of mine and I breathlessly await the upcoming season) and is too fucking funny.

Last night's episode featured the Mayor of Beverly Hills. Priceless.

And while I'm here, thanks to Emerald for the heads up that I was excerpted over at Lolita Wolf's blog. What an amazing blog and thanks so much to E :)

I'm working on a book that I hit 45K on and then set it down. Why, I have no clue. I'm proofing the first 135 pages and honestly, I know I wrote it but I love it. It's been so long that it's almost as if I didn't write it, which is fabulous because I'm so objective. And it's good and I'm going to finish it and I must have been high to even set it down. But time has given me perspective so...tada!

Happy Saturday!
XOXO
Sommer

oh my god. made. my. weekend

2010-05-28T10:07:00.003-04:00

Yay! Yay! And my god, can I say yay! I think this is possibly one of the warmfuzzyinducingest reviews ever. Base Nature is near and dear to me, because I did wolves my way. The way they were in my head. Which meant not tons and tons of lore and whatnot, but emotions and showing them for what they are (to me), people who feel all we feel but just happen to...you know...become animals sometimes. No big deal ;) heh. I must say, some folks love my wolves,I've gotten some fabulos emails. Some folks...well, they are a bit irate with me because I did not play by what have become "the rules" of werewolves. But I had to be true to my wolves, so there you go.

Thanks for AlexJouJou at Manic Readers for her kind words, she really seemed to get my book. So I thank her. And oh yeah, for the four stars, too. My favorite quote:

"Liv and Garrett make a wonderful couple. Although the romance (and sex!) happens really fast you never feel as if it is rushed or hurried. They fall into each other and you feel as if it is meant to be..."

Fab. U. Lous :)

XOXO
Sommer

very cool...or is it hot?

2010-05-28T08:49:00.003-04:00

Pretty cool, and hot too! My story The Known appears in Temptation and my story In The Dark Of Night appears in Kiss In The Dark. Raise your glass (or as it stands right now, your coffee mug) to some dirty, dirty smut releases.

For more info go here. And for a free story go here<---

TGIF! And I sincerely mean that. It's been a pisser of a week and I'm ready! I'm ready to grill tonight, drink ten gallons of wine, watch TV, read, lay on the sofa and watch Supernatural, eat candy and basically dick around for THREE WHOLE DAYS. Woop!

XOXO
Sommer

oh man, i said i'm under the gun...'round here

2010-05-27T14:07:00.003-04:00

This is my theme song this week. When I have those white knuckle weeks I usually have Counting Crows playing and this song is a favorite to crank and belt out with a vengeance. Plus the line "She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous" always resonates with me because...I do! X-D

Tonight is a school concert. Two hours. Two. I am so excited that...well, I am not excited at all. I might be if they were, but they are eleven and thirteen and would be rather be hanging out than singing at school. Busy week with lots of ups and downs. But I did take his fatness for a walk today and some guy drove past us and slowed down and looked at me. Made eye contact.

I thought to myself (grateful to him because my ego is fragile lately) that you know a guy thinks you're pretty if he makes eye contact that way. That made me think of something I had seen on TV like...six months ago. Which gave me an idea. Which gelled as we continued our walk and by the time I got home it was solid. And I just started a new book.

Funny how that works. Thank you guy who made eye contact. You made me blush and gave me a great idea for a new book. Tada!

XOXO
Sommer

To Do: Me

2010-05-26T14:38:00.003-04:00

Oopsie. I was wrapping something up in my To Do file and found this section chunked out. I never posted it here. It's possibly one of my favorite bits of writing ever. I tell you, I fell in love with Merritt and her men and her drag queens, and yes, her mother in this book. I kind of miss hanging out with them.

Maybe later today on the To Do list will be: ME. Heh. Wish me luck!

XOXO
Sommer

From Calendar Girl by Sommer Marsden

"Sorry about all the drama," I said.

"Hey, I'll never get bored, will I?"

"Not if I'm in a five mile radius." I rubbed with the tips of my fingers and Shane let out a low needy moan. Just then Bubbles reappeared and grinned a candy colored grin.

"Don't let me stop you, kiddies. Go for it." Here are you drinks, the first round are on Cloville, she left word. And she said to tell you, "To watch out for mamma she's three sheets to the wind and ready to climb in the cage."

"Yeah, we see that," I sighed.

"Got it. Don't worry," Bubbles said, leaning in and giving me a shot of colossal cleavage. "I used to be a bouncer. I've got your back."

"Thanks, Bubbles," I said and slid a ten spot in her chesticles. That is Jeffrey's pet name for his 'bosoms' as his grandmother was prone to calling them.

She sauntered off, swinging her hips lavishly while perched atop four inch stacked heels. Something I could never do. The houselights went down, the cages glowed with neon outlines and the stage lights went up. I heard the tell tale traffic whistle and grinned. And the background singers Toot-toot, Beep-beep...and then there he was. My Jeffrey, my Cloville. "Bad girls..." and he launched into the most kick ass Donna Summers impression ever.

I was singing along, touching Shane with one hand, watching my mother with one eye. Talk about being distracted. Jack gyrated in his blue neon cage and my mother started doing hand gestures as she sang. Bad Girls had played in our house back in the day. My parents had been pretty good with a variety of music. I was a bit too young to remember Donna in her heyday but I certainly knew her music. And I remembered my brother Jack doing a stellar lip synch to this song.

Jack shook his tush, my mother did traffic cop gestures, I swigged my surfer and Jeffrey broke out in a damn good disco queen dance move, his purple and sliver jumpsuit throwing off sparks of light from the glitter ball that turned just for him.

"Awesome," I whispered and Shane leaned in close, his face dappled by the funky techno light, and he kissed me, running his big hands up the front of my jean legs.

We faced each other at an odd angle, but I scootched in closer, hugged him close and he put his hands on my waist, his lips in my hair. God, the man smelled better than any human had a right to.

His lips crushed down on mine and I was just losing myself in the kiss when he said: "Uh-oh."

"No, no, uh-oh," I said.

Jeffrey and his backup girls had hit the talking part of the song where Donna, aka bad girl, is carted off. I would not look. I would. Not. Look.

I looked. "Oh shit."

My mother was climbing–yes, climbing–onto her table and into Jack's cage. My brother was torn and even in the strange, glittery sci-fi light, I could see his panic. His painted eyes flew wide and his shimmy jittered and his shake stalled and then he stared at me. At me!

I shook my head.

Jack kept dancing but now my mother was doing a stuttering bump and grind, disco queen gone bad kind of dance. Cloville waved a hand at me. It looked like part of his act, but it wasn't. It was the handle it hand and I mouthed, "No."
I turned to Shane. If I kept kissing him, then I would not see the obvious destruction and scarring for life that was about to rain down on us like the apocalypse. At least that's how it felt.

But Shane was no good. Shane had that same look you get when you pass a really bad accident. Mouth open, eyes fixed, thousand yard stare, pulse barely visible at his throat. The song was winding down and I had to do something.

"Fine! Fine, fine, fine, it's me. Again! Always me. Me, me, me," I muttered and grumbled. I stood, smoothed my red tunic over my jeans and stalked over to the cage. It was about three feet off the floor and swinging madly as it was made for one man in a dress not a man in spandex and his mother. I grabbed the lip of the door shaped hole in the thing and yanked. The cage–only meant to hold one gyrating person–dipped and swayed wildly and my mother and brother both let out horrible shrieks like exotic jungle birds.

My foot found a chair and then a table and I sort of stumble-fell-sank into the cage that actually groaned.

Jeffrey was wrapping up his song but even over the din I heard a collective gasp from the audience. And then, "Put your helmets on, people." I was pretty sure that was Bubbles.

"Mother, get out of the cage," I hissed. But it was really more of a yell because it was so fucking loud in the joint.

"I want to be with my baby," she said. Okay, so I could totally hear the slur in her voice. And I could also see the tears in her eyes and I half wanted to hug her and tell her it would be all right and half wanted to cold-cock her so I could haul her bony ass out of the alarmingly pitching cage.

"I know, Ma. I know. Come on, I'm your baby, too, come be with me."

My mother fixed her glazed, inebriated gaze on me and God love him Jack never missed a pelvic thrust or shoulder shimmy. He was going to dance come Hell or high water. With his mother and sister in the cage or not. Only I could see that up close his eyes shone with pent up tears and his jaw was so tight he could have cracked walnuts in his teeth.

"But you are too busy giving that nice young man a hand job under the table."

My mouth popped open but Jack's laughter came out. Now he was crying but it was because he was laughing so damn hard. Jeffrey bowed and left the stage and someone queued the techno dance music. Jack started to dance faster.

"It…I…Mother! It was not a hand job. I was rubbing his…thigh."

"Hmm. He has three thighs?" my mother giggled.

My brother was now clutching the woven edges of the bobbing cage but still shaking his ass. That twit. "Mother! Come with me. Come on, I'll buy you a drink."

Jack shook his head and I shushed him. For Pete's sake. I wasn't really going to buy her a drink. And then all hell broke loose and we were surrounded by security, three burly drag queens, a pissed off Jeffrey, a giggling Bubbles and Lord have mercy on him, Shane.

My mother finally took stock of all the hoopla and snorted. "Fine. You people are so dramatic," she said and did her best at a classy and dainty almost-exit from the cage. I say almost-exit because we both had one foot out of the structure when the chain that held it groaned and then the whole fucking support snapped and we were a cage full of screaming Mimi's falling to earth.

So behind...heh, I said behind ;)

2010-05-26T11:47:00.002-04:00

Latest SGP releases include Housewarming, It's All Relative, School Days and The Bottle Tree. I've been putting them out slowly but forgetting to say. Things are busy here at Smut Girl headquarters. So, it's not Tada! they're all there. More like: Tada! I'm just remembering to say it!

All titles can be found at the usual suspects (places). All Romance Ebooks, Bookstrand, Spastic Girl Press, Kindle etc., so on and so forth.

My week is slowly winding down. Hope to be around a bit more again soon! :)

XOXO

Sommer

Our dirty little Burb...

2010-05-25T10:48:00.002-04:00

How cool is this? The sinfully talented Willsin Row decided to do this trailer/movie for us. The Dirtyville and Kinkyville crews are all atwitter. I wanted to do it justice by running it here.

Since I'll be sketchy the next few days, I figured I'd leave you something amusing to look at while I run in and out like a loon.

XOXO
Sommer

Sunday...

2010-05-23T22:21:00.000-04:00

Food Porn/Girl Crush

2010-05-22T10:34:00.002-04:00

I've recently become addicted to the Neelys on The Food Network. One because Pat and Gina are so cute together, two because everything they say can be interpreted by yours truly as sex talk (to the point that the man will yell, "FOOD PORN'S ON!" and I will come running) and three because I think Gina Neely is probably the cutest little mouthful out there.

She's adorable and bubbly and funny and she isn't afraid to say what she's thinking. Even if it's kind of dirty, heh. And in a world of extremes I think she's about the perfect woman. Not too skinny, not too heavy. Curvy and with a nice little softness around the waist to hold onto and some junk in the trunk and...yes, girl crush. She's perfect. And she can cook. What more can you ask for?

I think I'd have to fight Pat for her, though. I also think we might have ribs tonight...

XOXO
Sommer

Unforgettable...that's what you are...

2010-05-21T19:56:00.002-04:00

[Cross-posted from Dirtyville Collection Blog]

To one of the 'Ville's very own. Emma Hillman's one of Seriously Reviewed's Seriously Unforgettable. Stories you just can't shake from your sexy thoughts for 2010. Huzzah, Emma, congrats! :)

XOXO
Sommer

no expectations...at all

2010-05-21T10:14:00.003-04:00

Ugh. Started with a funky sore throat last night. This morning it was hanging around with a vengeance. No run today :( but did take his fatness for a walk. I'm having one of those slow moving days. But I did manage to grab the much coveted Tell-All so at least while I'm moving slow, I'll have something kick ass to read.

Also, I have decided I am officially not training for a 5K. I have NO EXPECTATIONS in my running beyond running. Why am I telling you this? Because I realized the moment I started running again a) I was psyched, b) I immediately started telling myself I need to do this...I need to do that...I need to go this fast..., and then c) I felt overwhelmed. So, I am announcing my official non-training program so I have at least said it aloud. I'm running to run. Period. (And some days I'm just shuffling with intent, staggering with hope...it's not even really running.)

Happy Friday, Y'all.

XOXO
Sommer