Sunday, August 13, 2017

Anthology News!

Hey, hey, I'm so happy to have a story in this new anthology Dirty 30 Vol. 2 put out by Stupid Fish Productions and Rose Caraway. My story Thunderclap is tucked in amongst a bunch of dirty stories and great authors. Check out the antho if you're in the mood for some variety...and spice ;)

More news about some fun stuff coming soon, btw. And some pretty excerpts from Lucky 7. I'm trying my best to be 'on the ball' but it's all translating to 'chasing my tail'. Tail...heh ;)

Happy Sunday!

XOXO


Here's the lineup for the curious at heart.


Monday, August 7, 2017

I'm a masochist...but YAY! My book is out!

*Author's Note: This is coming out a few days after I wrote it. Because I had a SNAFU and then chaos. Hey, I'm getting one kid off to college and the other out to cohabitate with his BAE. I'm a bit chaotic ;)

So today is the first book of mine to release in...oh, I think about a year and a half. Two years if you count my last Excessica release. I'm so excited I kind of forget how I'm supposed to do any of this. The last few years have been spent pimping other people's books. Now, I have one of my own again and I'm sorta...duh. :)

This morning, to celebrate, or maybe just to think about how to proceed, I ran a one woman 5K in horrible heat and humidity. When I was done, I went out with girl child (who leaves for college in a few weeks). I, literally, had to think about what to do about a new release. Which was bizarre.

So, here goes! There's the lovely cover. The lovely links below. And a lovely (I hope) excerpt. Things are changing around her fast. All of it at once. Girl child is off to college, boy child's moving out with his girl. Me...I'm stunned. But I think this will leave a lot of time for writing (to burn off the crazy). Which means...now that I'm back, look out. I'm back and I'm moving forward full speed.

Happy Friday!

XOXO
Sommer


Amazon US
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Barnes&Noble


Blurb:

A big machine kink and sharp teeth cravings, a celebratory threesome, a bartender with specific urges, and a wife who likes to share her husband as an appetizer. Roll yourself a lucky number seven with this new collection by Sommer Marsden.

This short anthology comes after the success of Lucky Streak, the follow-up book to the original anthology Lucky 13—#9 in Violet Blue's Ten Hottest Sex Books of 2009. It’s bursting at the seams with neon colored characters and their tempting tales. From the darkly erotic The Scent of Her to the kinky Big Machines to the romantic Finger Bang. Take a chance and treat yourself to these seven sexy stories.

excerpt from Sharp

I wasn’t particularly interested in Derrick until I saw his teeth. We’d met via a friend of mine. It was at a party, and I’d had a few drinks. So had he. So had everyone else. There wasn’t much of a spark, no burning attraction, but I’d still agreed to a date the following week.
To be honest, I was dreading the whole thing. When he showed at the local dive bar I was prepared to tell him it had been a bad idea and leave it at that. Until he walked in and smiled at me. It was a big smile, genuine, lit by the surreal orange colored sconce lighting.
His canines were sharp. Sharper than most. And just seeing them set my body buzzing. I imagined them scraping down my throat. Biting my collar bone. Dragging down my inner thigh. How had I not noticed them on our first meeting? How had that predatory grin escaped me?
I put my hand on his arm and felt that previously absent spark spring to life. “Derrick,” I said. “Thanks for coming.”
I hadn’t intended it, but somehow the emphasis I placed on the word coming, made him raise an eyebrow.
“Of course, I’d come for you,” he joked. “Who wouldn’t?”
I put a hand to my cheek expecting them to be hot. Thankfully, they weren’t. But my laugh was a bit on the nervous side. “What I meant was—”
“I know what you meant,” he said. “I was just joking.” He flashed those canines again in a big smile and my nipples spiked hard and hot inside my bra.
Shake it off…
I had to keep saying it to myself, though, as he put his hand on my arm and led me to the bar. “This good?” he asked.
I nodded, licking my lips. I was suddenly thirsty. And warm. And the room seemed to have grown smaller and more crowded. I climbed onto my stool, and he did the same. He waved a finger at the bartender who nodded to indicate he’d be right over.
“I really didn’t think you’d come,” he said. Then he laughed. “So to speak.”
“I didn’t either,” I blurted. Then I waited to die. “What I meant is…” I sighed. “I don’t know what I meant.”
The bartender took our order, a Jack Daniel’s neat for Derrick, a house Cabernet for me. I was grateful from the respite from embarrassment.
“You didn’t find me attractive,” he said as the bartender went to grab our drinks.
“I didn’t find you unattractive,” I said. It was the truth. “I just didn’t feel that…thing.
“Ah, that elusive thing,” he said. 
“Yes. I know. It’s stupid.”
“Not at all. Sadly, or maybe not sadly, for me, I did feel that thing with you. Which is why I asked you out. So now you,” he said, placing a single finger on my forearm. The skin he touched seemed to heat up and I found my gaze straying back to his teeth. “Why did you come if there was no thing?”
It was my turn to touch him. I couldn’t seem to help myself. I placed my hand on his arm and felt his warm skin. “I decided to say yes anyway because I feel like I spend so much time saying no. It’s not healthy. At least that’s what I hear…and read…and my mother tells me.” I couldn’t help but laugh.
I let my hand rest on his arm and felt like I was flirting with the Big Bad Wolf. A thrill raced down my spine like a trickle of cold water. I shivered.
“Cold?”
“No. Turned on.” There I went. Blurting again.
He raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his drink. “Now I’m really confused.”
I drained half my wine in a single gulp, took a deep breath, and asked, “Do you want the truth or do you want me to dance around it?”
This time both eyebrows went up. “Always the truth. It’s the best way.”

“Your teeth,” I said. 

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Must be pimping day...but I'm a proud mom!

My lovely girl child (not so much child now) has an amazing story in this SciFi collection HUMANS WANTED. If you dig that sort of stuff, or just good writing, you might want to grab a copy of said collection. It just went live today and was carefully curated and a Kickstarter to boot. Go Indie!



XOXO
Sommer

This Friday!

***FAINTS***

I might be slightly excited. I'll be posting links etc super soon. Bear with me, it's been ages since I had a book release. I kind of forgot how exciting it is. And how to do it. So...winging it.

XOXO
Sommer


Tuesday, July 25, 2017

I murdered my phone...I need some happy...COVER REVEAL!

I was taking a picture tonight. Of this, ironically.



And then, I dropped my phone, and this happened (I hadn't even had any of the damn wine!). Oops, indeed! *sob*


That doesn't even do this spiderweb of cracks justice. Honestly, the fact that it still works boggles my mind. My new one arrives by Thursday, most likely. So, this one is limping along. I'm amazed.

Anyway, I need more than wine. I need some HAPPY. So...here is my brand new Willsin Rowe cover for Lucky 7 my new collection due out August 4th from Excessica. Woop Woop! I'll take any silver lining I can get right now. Isn't it gorgeous? :) 


XOXO
Sommer

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Time keeps on slipping slipping slipping...

Is it me or is time going faster nowadays? I used to manage to blog almost every day. Now if I squeeze in my workouts, my errands, feed myself and others, and manage at least 1,000-2,000 words of something, I feel like I've conquered the world.

So, random weird ass update: I'm 22,000 words into a new novel and still stoked about it. Working on a new collection. And the cover for THAT is in my hot little hands and I'll be posting it soon. Woohoo!

I just watched a really good movie called VIRAL the other night. J and I have found we reallllllly love the Blumhouse movies so I think that running through all the ones we haven't seen will be a summer goal. Along with eating all the gluten free cake and going to thrift stores.

As far as what I'm reading:
For fiction I'm still working on INTO THE WATER by Paula Hawkins
For non-fiction I just started THE SLIGHT EDGE by Jeff Olson

Remember I mentioned thrift stores? If you are a thrift store haunter like myself read below. Because I've noticed things that once upon a time would have been ridiculously low are now ridiculously high. It's kind of weird. Anyway, randomness here, I thought this blog on the topic was a good read and if your dig thrifting you might too.

Beyond that, ummmmmm...my hair is lavender!



There. Now you're all caught up. Update me on your stuffs and things and goings on in the comment if you want to share.

XOXO
Sommer

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Boom! Excited!

                                           *** BOOK FUEL! BRIGHT AND EARLY!***

Hey, lovelies. It's been a while since I was this excited about something I'm writing. And then the other thing I'm working on too. I can never do one thing at a time. You know that. :) In just this one week's time I'm stoked about the way a novel is going (my first dirty novel since Muse) AND about an upcoming anthology. Plus, I got a cover! A Willsin cover, to boot! But that's another blog and a reveal. Soon! Soon :)

A few of my favorite bits of the novel I've posted on FB/Twitter as I work are:

She nodded. “It was. And what’s your point?”
He leveled a finger at her and yelled “Ah ha!”
Had she been upright she’d have punched him. 
#WIP #lovehate

“Yep. You’re a grump but I’m a super nice guy.” His eyes seemed to be cataloging her messy living room and she bit back the urge to scream. Her house wasn’t ready. Why was he here? This was her personal messy space. 
“Remote,” he said, snagging it and handing it to her. She snatched it away and managed to resist the urge to beat him with it. #WIP #hatehate#laterlovehate

Okay, so sticking her ass in his face when he already found her attractive—annoying as all fuck, but attractive—might not have been the best plan. He tried to focus on empathy. He felt bad for her that she was damp. He felt bad that she’d hurt her ankle. He felt bad about that stick that seemed to be buried up her ass… #WIP #hatehate #laterlovehate

While I'm at it, I finished The Hatching and You Are a Badass at Making Money and have started the books below. So far, both are good. The SI book (Make Your Mark) is a bit more 'formulated' than You Are a Badass at Making Money, but we'll see where it goes. Who's reading what? Let me know in the comments.

XOXO
Sommer




Thursday, May 18, 2017

Kill Your Darlings

                                          *RIP, darlings. Photo by moi :)

I think the first time I read that phrase was in something Stephen King wrote. I have no idea if he's responsible for the phrase, I just know it's a damn fine phrase.

This weekend on Mother's Day girl child, J, and I went to see a movie. I won't name it just in case ;) heh. Spoilers and all. The point is, in said movie, the movie makers took kill your darlings to heart. We lost a character we suddenly loved and wow. Talk about a gut shot.

I told her that I was terrible at killing my darlings. I manage from time to time, but I tend to just fuck with my darlings but end up making things okay for them. My daughter, also a writer...not so much. She is not just a kill your darlings writer, she's an *angry god of apocalyptic proportions and you're lucky if you live to see the end* kind of gal. Bless her stinky little talented heart.

The conversation turned to some books where KYD was employed leaving the reader wounded and fragile. A handful of mine are:

Summer of Night by Dan Simmons
Bag of Bones by Stephen King
11/22/63 by Stephen King
Feed by Mira Grant

There are others but those jump to mind. I think as a writer my only truly successful instance IMHO of KYD was My Ending. And then that book actually became a prediction of my personal life on some level. If you've read it, you get it.

What are your KYD books? If you have any, drop me a comment. I'm always looking for new books to read. God knows the thousands in this house aren't enough. *faints* If I've read your favorite and agree I'll come and update the list!

XOXO
Sommer

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Full Circle



So tomorrow I plan to start a new book. And do some freelance. Freelance has pretty much been the only thing I've been writing for a while. I'd start things and then drop them. Start them, then drop them. Most recently was the book I was working on for NaNo. I got a good amount in and then phtttpht! I sputtered to a stop.

I have a book I'm pretty damn excited about. It's in my head, talking to me. Talking to me so much I was scribbling notes the other day at his apartment and J's like:
"What are you writing?"
"Notes."
"Notes?"
"Yep. For a book."

It was kind of neat because he's never seen me in that mindset. It was a mindset I lived in constantly for many years. Then after Jim died I used writing as a retreat. Then the retreat became a prison. And then suddenly I found myself very happy and I only wanted to go to that place when I had to. Had. To. Which was weird and disconcerting because my identity is highly entwined with the word "writer". But I accepted it because forcing myself was even more disconcerting.

I am finally feeling the stirrings of excitement and joy for writing again. I've let go of the feeling that it's a retreat and residcoverted the feeling that it's my bliss. Writing got me through a fuckton of horrible days. It's how I kept my shit together. It was a blessing that I could so my job sitting by his bedside. It let me retreat from a reality that was often horrific. It was my coping mechanism, not just my job.

So I abandoned it when I remembered what happy felt like. I wanted nothing to do with it except the things I had to do to maintain income. I wanted to be happy. Enjoy my new relationships, my shifting life, my children. I wanted to spend this gap year for girl child with her and him and the boy and the other boy and do things. All the things.

Now, it's approaching girl child going away. I've been with J nearly a year. And finally, FINALLY, my brain is like, "Hey...you know that writing thing you used to wake up every morning excited to do? I'm thinking maybe we should do that again. Ya know? See...I have this idea..."

And the next thing you know, I'm scribbling notes on paper I pilfered from his printer and telling him he can't read them yet because he'll jinx me. I've come full circle, I guess. Joy-retreat-coping mechanism-secret hideout-necessity for income-joy.

Man, it feels good to be back.

Tomorrow I start. Today, I read! Let me know in the comments what YOU'RE reading. Or hell, even what you're writing if you feel like it.

I've missed you all! :)

XOXO
Sommer

I'm reading two awesome books. Here goes:





Thursday, May 4, 2017

Under Construction


I'm starting to clean up the side bar and weed out old stuff. And add some stuff, and delete some stuff, and blog and other shit. Bear with me. Or dog. That's a dog, not a bear. So dog with me as I proceed to blog the blogs again. *fist pump*

XOXO
S

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

I am not dead...



I know I've said that before. But I am not dead. My attitude about a lot of stuff I used to do often has been...well, see above. But I've got myself situated and I've found my writing joy again and I will be blogging again soon. Along with writing a new thing with the stuff and the sexy...

In the meantime, I hope everyone is doing well and full of badassery! Can anyone fucking believe it's May? No? Me either.

XOXO
Sommer