Thursday, September 8, 2016

If you think my blog's been neglected...

You should see my poor newsletter. I think I missed the release of at least three books. Um...yeah. So to kind of relaunch the Unapologetic Fiction newsletter and apologize for being the great silent one, I'm including a special story in the next newsletter.

This is a story with bite (heh. can you mebbe guess the kink?) that was only available on a pay site until now. Now it will be available on a pay site and to UF newsletter subscribers. I'll also mention those books I forgot to promote. And possibly some stuff that's in the works. I've been mulling over some stuff that's sort of thinking outside the box. I'd like to set the box on fire, actually, but we'll see.

If you're reading this and you already subscribe, sit tight, it'll be out in about a week. If you aren't a subscriber and want to be (don't worry, you might get one newsletter a month, often less, or sometimes...you might think I died!) got that way to ye olde sidebar ~~~~~~~>

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. Premature Friday dance. I ordered this tee from Teeturtle last week :)


Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Things That Are Nice: Part One

Today hasn't been the most spectacular day, so I kind of decided instead of getting all fuckety in an angry way I'd get fuckety in a different way.

Fuck it, I figured, I'll list things that are nice. That should work. Won't fix the day but it will draw my attention to some good stuff. Right?

Can't fucking hurt, can it? Nope. Let's go!

1. Writing when you want to scream. That is nice.
This morning I had an appointment that I dreaded. I felt equal parts sad and angry and impotent. That's quite a combination. Somehow, after weeks of not being able to wrangle my writing habits very well, I managed to throw myself head first into some submissions I wanted to get done. I was still angry, sad, and impotent, but I had almost a full story under my belt.

2. My dog. My dog is nice. He is the nicest fucking dog and he will lick you within an inch of your life.




3. My dog loves the person petting him in that adorable picture. That is nice. There is a new person in the pack and Oyv adores J. So that is what I call a win-win.

4. Someone said: "An instant wank bank favourite this is one I would definitely recommend to my friends." about my story Appetizer in Rose Caraway's book in this review. No one had ever said that particular thing about my work and it made me laugh. That was all kinds of nice.

5. Alison Tyler and I haven't been able to talk for ages on ye olde telephone. So she's been sending me shit in the mail. Real mail. Letters, notes, etc. Now that is fucking nice. And she is a dreamboat of a friend.

There's some nice stuff. I'm sure there will be more poopy days. And I'll be posting more nice stuff because...can't hurt, right?

XOXO
Sommer
p.s. The evening ended up being much better than the day.

Sunday, September 4, 2016

I’m Not Dead: Love, Reboots, Writing and Other Random Weirdness


 So yeah…

It’s been ages since I’ve blogged. That is both due to laziness, life, and by design. (snort, sorry, couldn't resist the graphic).




I have attacked the things I want to say from various angles and been dissatisfied with most. The thing is, I’ve always been a very real human being on my blog. Sometimes too human, I think. I don’t just update readers about work. I update about life and love and humor and sadness. Go on, I’ll wait, scroll through if you don’t believe me. Hop around. Hit a few years. Spot check different months…

My point is, my blog isn’t just for promotion or updates about my work. It’s to spotlight my friends, fellow authors, and a whole damn lot of it is just me. Messy, crazy, me.

Which means a lot of you reading this were there for diagnosis. And there for chemo and radiation. There for when things got bad. And there for the very end.

Believe it or not we’re creeping up on the two year mark. Two years since the word WIDOW was thrust upon me.

Truth be told, I have a shit ton to say about those two years. It’s the writer thing, I guess. You didn’t really feel it unless you can write about it. There are so many things I’d like to excise from my head and explain. Not just to chronicle it, but to share it with others who might need to read it. Just like I did with this particular blog right after Jim was diagnosed.

But like I said, every angle I attack it from leaves me dissatisfied. Because those of you who’ve been here since 2000-whatever (whenever the fuck I switched from SmutGirl to this blog) and before should read the things I want to say as humbly and honestly and lovingly as I can state them. And maybe I’m just not there yet. Two years, in the scenario of loss and grief, is both an eternity and a blink of the very flawed human eye.

So what I can tell you is this:

*Life does indeed go on and it can get better. And then it can get good. And then it can get great. You’ll find yourself super fucking happy one day and for that first split second of recognition be very, very confused.

*I am still writing. I am back to writing shorts again. Which is odd. I’d kind of stopped them unless and editor contacted me and specifically requested it. Now I’m back in the thick of it and kind of digging it.

*I am working on a novel that is NOT erotic. Shut your eyes, rub them, read them again…you read it right. Not erotic. Let’s see how that plays out.

*I do have two erotic novels half done but I’m not sure where we stand right now. I’m still petting them and plying them with wine and chocolate. We’ll see. Long time readers might recognize one of them: A Many Splintered Thing

*I have someone in my life. And to just rip that band aid right off and do the fuck it thing: I love him. Very much. He is a good, good man. And you all know how I feel about good men. (Um…Johnny Rose comes to mind)

*I do not wake up anymore and think: “Oh, shit. I’m still here…”

*I wake up and wonder what my day will bring. And what will be said or done to make me laugh or make me feel grateful or make me just kind of tilt my head back and say thank you to no one in particular.

*I will be picking up with blogging and getting back to the playlist blogs (if I still have yours, Christ, I am so sorry lol)

*I look forward to seeing what this new life brings me. Because it is A NEW LIFE. Something I have tried to explain more than once. I am not the same person I was three years ago. I am a whole new beast. And this is not the same life I had three years ago. This is a reboot. So everything is new. That is both amazing and utter weirdness. However, if you’re a writer worth their salt (at all, right writers?) you have to embrace new and strange and terrifying. It’s the only way to roll. And write.

XOXO

Sommer

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Release Day for Submitting!

Wow! Two blogs in two days. I'm really on the ball. :)

I'm popping in to say today is release day for the new HarperCollins Mischief anthology Submitting. This little number contains my story Your Assignment which was an utter blast to write. I had a lot of fun with that one.

Below is a bit about the book. You'll note there are some fab authors in this collection including Justine Elyot. Lovely to share pages with her again.

Grab a copy for this weekend. It's supposed to be hot, but it could be hotter...

XOXO
Sommer

Kinky games and arrangements abound in this Mischief collection of original erotic fiction.
In Submitting, the fun, thrills and pleasures of surrendering to that special lover, or lovers, is explored imaginatively and intensely in eight original stories, written by some of the best erotica authors writing today, including Justine Elyot, Sommer Marsden, Lily Harlem and Rose de Fer.



Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Me and My Boi Blog Tour

Hey, ho, folks, long time no blog. What can I say?...Life. I've actually acquired one lately. :) That being said, I'm here with a blog tour post for Sacchi Green's new anthology Me and My Boi, and woohoo! I'm in it! ***UPDATE*** Comment here for a chance to win a copy of Me and My Boi.

I'm supposed to say something about my story Bennie. So I'll tell you my favorite tidbit about this particular story. It was the impossible story. When I first talked to Sacchi and read the call for this book I thought...no way. I don't think I can write something for this particular book. My first instinct was that I didn't grasp the theme well enough and as a writer you always want to do your topic justice. Always. I even told Sacchi that. She was gracious and understood. So...that was that.

But see, it wasn't. The moment I said I didn't think I could, this story started whispering in my head. After a day of that, I think I sent Sacchi an email and said..."Well...maybe..."

The next day the story was shouting in my head and I sat down and wrote the whole damn thing in one sitting. I think I turned it in a few days later after a spit and polish, so to speak. That's what makes Bennie a favorite story of mine--it shouldn't exist, and yet it does. I said no, and something in my mind said, actually yes. Those kinds of stories are gold for me personally. They make being  writer fun and exciting. They're the best kind of writing adventure. The ones you'd never think you could write that then immediately demand to be created.

The full tour link list is below. Go back, go forward, time travel, be a timelord! ;) Happy Hump Day, ya'll.

XOXO
Sommer


Excerpt:



Bennie
Sommer Marsden

I watched Bennie the way I did every morning. Stomping out of her house in her big work boots. She walked like she had a vendetta against the world and the way she carried herself never failed to turn me on. She clutched a to-go mug of coffee and rooted in her deep pockets for her car keys. Every morning she did this and every morning I enjoyed the ritual.
I sat inside my apartment, watching her as I drank from my Snoopy mug. My computer whirred gently and my freelance work waited and yet…I watched her.
I had this fantasy, had had it for ages, where she’d stalk over here instead of to her car. She’d rap on the door hard enough to make me jump instead of root for her keys. She’d ask me out on a date instead of driving off to work.
It had yet to happen. Would probably never happen. But I had the fantasy anyway. It went on from there. Her coming to pick me up for said date in her black fitted trousers and her leather vest. The one she only wore to special events. Semi-casual, she’d once laughed when I complimented her on it. I’d been getting the mail, she’d been heading out for the night.
I’d blushed as if I’d asked her to drop to her knees and go down on me instead of complimenting her outfit. It had taken everything in me to do it and yet I’d forced myself. Then I’d watched her pull away in her ’66 Mustang coupe—white to her almost consistently black ensembles. After she’d gone, I’d damn near staggered into the house, dropped to the sofa, shoved my hand into my panties and gotten myself off, not once, but twice. Just remembering her clear blue eyes on me and the way she’d laughed.
It made me want to kiss her, that laugh. It made me want to fuck.
I’d let the curtain drop so when the doorbell rang I damn near swallowed my own tongue. A peek through the window showed me Bennie and I found my feet had disappeared on me. I couldn’t feel them at all. Nor my lips. My face was on its way to being numb as well, but I forced my hands to work the lock and then turn the door knob.
“Hey, hi,” I stammered. “What’s up, Bennie?”
She had no idea. She was clueless. She didn’t know that as we stood there I was wet inside my panties, frantic and nervous inside my stomach.
“Car,” she growled. “Won’t start. And…” she patted her pocket and a clicking sound arose. “Phone’s dead. You’d think I would remember to charge it, right? I have no home line.” She stared at me.
And? And? My mind scrambled for words. Finally, she did that little half smile thing of hers that always made me want to drop to my knees and beg her to notice me. She ran a hand through her close cropped dark hair and said, “So…Ava…”
“Yes?” Damn if I didn’t sound breathless. It was mortifying.
“Can I use your phone to call a tow?”
My heart kicked in my chest, hard. I realized my stupidity. How silly I must have looked. “Of course!” I chirped. “I’m so sorry. Clearly I need more coffee.” I was babbling as I hurried to the kitchen to grab the portable home line. My cell was dead too, so that made us two for two in the dead cell department.
When I turned she had come in right behind me. Standing so close to me, I could see the green striations around the pupil in her blue eyes. I could smell some sandalwood scent on her skin and the clean generic smell of shampoo and soap. I could see up close what those lips looked like in that little twist of a half-smile.
She took the phone from me and her fingers brushed my hand. I jolted and then tittered nervously when she noticed.
“I didn’t hear you come,” I said. Then caught my words and had enough presence of mind to feel my cheeks flame red in an instant.
“Oh, you would.” She laughed. “Thanks.” 


Me and My Boi Blog Tour Links

June 12—Sacchi Green— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com


June 14—Anna Watson— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 15—Sinclair Sexsmith-- www.sugarbutch.net

June 16—Jove Belle-- https://jovebelle.com/

June 17—Tamsin Flowers-- www.tamsinflowers.com

June 18—Victoria Villasenor— https://breywillows.com

June 19—J, Caladine—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 20—Victoria Janssen-- http://victoriajanssen.com

June 21—Dena Hankins--  http://denahankins.net/my-summer-of-boi/

June 22—D. Orchid—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 23—Pavini Moray-- https://emancipatingsexuality.com/

June 24—Melissa Mayhew—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 25—Jen Cross— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 26—Kyle Jones-- www.butchtastic.net


June 28—Aimee Hermann— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 29—Sommer Marsden—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

June 30—Axa Lee—www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com

July 1— Kathleen Bradean— www.sacchi-green.blogspot.com