Archive | April 2013

Smut by the Sea Volume 2 is here!

I just got word over the weekend that the anthology, Smut by the Sea Volume Volume 2 edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse is now out. It includes my story, Shrimping Season about a couple in love with the season and in love with each other, despite a little business inspired rift.

All the buy links are here at Sexy Reads and here is the blurb:

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked bays of Australia to the rainy coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Surfer boys, sea creatures, pirates and the fairground abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Smut by the Sea: Volume 2 contains tales from Victoria Blisse, Bel Anderson, Tilly Hunter, Cass Peterson, Rachel Randall, Delyth Angharad, Giselle Renarde, T. C. Mill, Tamsin Flowers, Erzabet Bishop, Lucy Felthouse, Tenille Brown, Kate Britton, Annabeth Leong and Jillian Boyd.

I do hope you’ll check it out and spread the word.

It’s really motivating to have a new release to promote during the precise time when I feel like I’ll never be able to write another word. Here’s to some brand new inspiration!

Said and Done

I should be ashamed, and I sorta am. I haven’t posted a blog since April 2, the day after turning in the Can’t Get Enough manuscript for Cleis, and I haven’t written anything creatively since before then.

I told myself that my exhausted mind put me in automatic break mode, and I needed it, at least briefly. But now, sitting here day after day writing nothing, blogging nothing and basically tweeting nothing, I’m wondering when I’ll get it back.

There are calls out here that I’d love to submit to and I’ve started and stopped a couple of stories that I thought would bring on my breakthrough, but alas…I’m not feeling that fire.

I guess it could be in part due to my fretting over the manuscript. I’m working on the notion now that no news is good news, but I know I’ll probably be holding myself hostage in limbo until I hear something…anything.

Maybe I need a few 1k1hr’s in my life. Maybe I need the motivation and the energy for them.


New Release: Beast In Me by Sommer Marsden

Beast in Me – Book 2 of the Divination Falls Trilogy
By Sommer Marsden

Beast In Me


Weather worker Cameron Bale rolls into Divination Falls after being prompted by Spirit and Brother Lighting. He discovers that the small, hidden town full of shifters and magical types is suffering a series of unsettling events. There’s speculation from the town seers that he could be the answer they’ve been looking for. Cameron’s willing to try and help: he’s got nowhere to go and nothing to lose. His life is simply about loneliness and it turns out that Trace, a grumpy wolf with stunning eyes, knows just what that feels like. Cam finds himself wishing maybe they could be alone … together. Oh yeah, and battle whatever evil it is that still lurks in Divination Falls.

Available from Amazon UK and Amazon.


A dragonfly zipped past and Cam watched it go. What next? Bluebirds and butterflies and singing cartoon woodland animals? It was all too nice, too perfect … Surreal.

‘You OK?’ The voice was deep and dark and full of secrets. That was his first impression.

Cameron jumped, clutched at his pounding chest. Inside his heart was going berserk and he felt a little lightheaded with it.

‘I was. Jesus Christ, you scared me.’

Trace grinned with half his mouth. Somehow that little smirk made Cameron think of the big bad wolf. Made him flash back to that body sprawled, lean and powerful, over a small, lumpy bed. Made him remember one of those huge hands on a powerful, hard cock. He licked his lips.

‘Careful, lightning rider. I can smell your emotions.’ Then the wolf chuckled, bending to tie his work boot.
‘I – I’m sorry I spied on you.’ It was all Cameron could think to say.

Trace shrugged. Cameron watched his big shoulders flex with power. He was stunning with his huge body, big, fat attitude, and purple eyes. Just being so close to him made Cameron feel slow-witted and thick-tongued.
‘It was the most excitement I’ve had in ages,’ the wolf said and started to walk.

Cameron watched him go off, his heart sinking. He wanted the man to take his apology seriously. He also admitted to himself he wanted to be close to the wolf. There was no hope of anything happening between them. There was very little hope of anything happening for Cam with anyone. He’d come to terms with that long ago. But still, he could just be near Trace. Remembering the sight of his body and the sound of his voice just outside Cam’s barricaded bedroom door as he brought himself off.

Wolf at the door, he thought, and then shook it off.

Fifty feet away, Trace stopped, and Cameron felt his spine go rigid, his pulse pick up. The man turned to him and shielded his eyes from a bright beam of sunlight between the thick tree branches. ‘You gonna stand there all day admiring my ass, or are you coming?’

Cameron blinked, feeling a wild urge to laugh but pushing it away. ‘Yes! Right!’ he called, bouncing on his toes like one of those perky, hyper dogs. He blushed, but refused to let himself feel silly or embarrassed. He very much wanted to go along.

He hurried along the path until he was almost even with the wolf. Then Trace turned and continued to walk, Cameron right on his heels.

‘Why are you here?’ Trace asked.

The question stunned Cameron but he swallowed hard and tried to focus enough to answer. ‘Good question. I … work with weather. Lightning to be specific. I guess the best way to put it is I was nudged here.’

‘Like with voltage?’ Trace asked with a gruff laugh.

‘Yeah. Sadly, I do get nudged with voltage.’

The wolf turned those deep purple eyes on Cameron and said, ‘What for? What’s here?’

How did eyes get that colour? Cam wondered. Had he been born with them or was it a shifter thing? He had no idea; all he knew was they were the most amazing eyes he’d ever seen. And they were attached to one of the most amazing bodies he’d ever seen.

Trace cocked his head, giving a half grin. ‘Hello?’

‘Sorry! I was just looking –’ He flushed, caught in the act. ‘Your eyes, they’re amazing.’

That closed the bigger man down. He’d had a nice amused and open expression on his handsome face and that fast, it shut down like someone turning the lights off in an empty house. ‘Thanks. I guess. They’re the product of a very bad infection when I was a kid.’ He turned on his heels and kept walking without further explanation.

Cameron had to force himself to swallow. He had just complimented the first man he’d lusted after in goodness knew how many years on some sort of mutation? Something that clearly upset him when discussed. Good going, dumbass!

Cameron hurried along the patch, ducking reaching branches and praying there was no poison ivy to be found here in Divination Falls. ‘I’m sorry! I didn’t know. And I don’t know what’s here. Or why I am,’ he gasped, finally catching up.

The wolf shrugged. He shot Cameron a sideways glance and said, ‘Why would you know what’s here?’ He stopped fast and Cam found himself almost crying out from the sudden shift in motion. ‘As for why you’re here, how could you not know that?’

‘I never really know until it’s revealed,’ Cameron said. He kept his gaze pinned at Trace’s chin so he wouldn’t get mesmerized by those stunning eyes that clearly upset the custodian.

‘Was it me, maybe?’ Trace asked, his lips twisting into a grin. ‘Was it secretly watching me jack off? Was that your big mission?’ He took a step toward Cameron which forced the lightning rider to step back. Or get crushed against an angry wolf.

‘I’m sorry,’ Cam breathed. ‘It wasn’t my intention and then I couldn’t …’ He shook his head. His skin was tingling and he wondered if he was going to get struck. Or worse yet, if Trace would strike him. ‘You might want to step back,’ he said without thinking.

‘Why is that?’ the wolf asked, taking a step forward. ‘Am I invading your space?’

‘I get it,’ Cam stammered. ‘I invaded your privacy. I’m no better than a pervert. I know! But you could get …’

The wind kicked up. It often did when he was frightened or excited and his blood leapt in his veins and his heart beat fast with arousal. His last lover had been zinged by energy one too many times and when some of his hair had actually caught fire, he’d bailed. Calling Cameron a freak in the process. Cam wasn’t up for either Trace being hurt or thinking him a freak.

‘I might get what? And it’s OK – you invaded my privacy, now give me an excuse to invade yours.’ He pushed his face closer and Cameron caught a flickering of animal shine in the man’s eyes. They turned golden around the very iris and a fast, steady pulse beat at the base of Trace’s neck. When he took Cameron’s wrist in his big hand and squeezed, Cam felt the air rush out of him. His cock pressed eagerly to his jeans and he tried his best to focus on something – anything! – besides the wolf so maybe his hard-on would abate. No such luck because Trace took his warm hand and very briefly cupped the evidence of arousal in Cam’s pants. ‘Looks like you’re still a bit worked up from last night.’

‘You were watching me in wolf form.’

‘I was.’

‘You heard me.’ It wasn’t a question. Very briefly, Cam wished for Trace to put his hand back. To touch him.

‘I did. I also smelled you and tasted you on the wind. Do you know when you come your breath does this shuddery little sigh thing?’


‘Well, it does.’


Sommer Marsden’s been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen),and “Erotica royalty…” (Lucy Felthouse).

Her erotic novels include Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, Big Bad, Learning to Drown, Wanderlust and the Zombie Exterminator series. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora’s Cave, Pretty Things Press, Resplendence Publishing and Mischief Books. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author writes work that runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.

Sommer’s short works can be found in well over one hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines–both in print and online.

Twitter: @sommer_marsden

Beginning Again


I am participating in the Blisse Bunny Hop and we’re talking about New Beginnings, or in my case, starting over. My story, Matters of the Heart featured in Rachel Kramer Bussel’s Only You: Erotic Romance for Women is about a couple who has broken up and run into each other again. I love a fresh start and hopefully you will like starting over with these two.


To anyone lingering in the parking lot, they might have looked exactly like the romantic couple they used to be, holding hands and smiling, but they both knew better.

They stopped at Clarence’s car, Charlene leaning against it, Clarence standing in front of her.
“Well,” Charlene started, and then she stopped.

She looked down at what she held in her hands. There was the matter of the heart to deal with, the red velvet cake with thick chocolate icing that she held against her middle.

Charlene extended the white box toward Clarence.

“Here, you can it have it,” she said. “I don’t need it.”

“Sure you do. Everybody needs a heart.” he said.

“Split it?” Charlene smiled.


Charlene opened the box. Hesitant, but bold, she swiped her finger across the thick icing. She slid some into her own mouth first, then went in again and offered some to Clarence next.

He accepted it, his eyes holding hers steady.

His mouth was moist and hot around her fingers. He may as well had been touching Charlene the way the bumps rose on her skin and her nipples hardened as if a soft wind had come through.

Clarence sucked gently on her finger for much longer than it took to taste the icing and Charlene’s body was so aware of him now that she rose on her toes and her eyes fluttered closed with the sensation.

“Sweet,” Clarence said, his voice deep.

“Yes, sweet,” Charlene said, though she didn’t know whether Clarence was referring to the icing or her.

“Tonight was pretty nice.” Clarence rocked back and forth on his heels.

“It was,” Charlene nodded.

“Romantic,” he said.


And this was the point at which she could have chosen to walk away, get into her car and drive off, but more than that, more than anything, Charlene wanted to do something else.

So, if tonight were the last time she ever saw him again, she wouldn’t remember the silver heart breaking, she would remember this…

Softly at first, Charlene’s lips merely rested upon his, as if by accident. And she stepped in close to him, so that the fabric in their shirts rubbed against each other.

Afraid to part her lips further, and invite Clarence inside her mouth, Charlene remained that way, afraid he wouldn’t enter, or if he did, afraid he wouldn’t linger.

Clarence removed the conflict of decision from her, and gently pried her lips open with the bittersweet wetness of his tongue.

Laced with sweetness and scotch, his tongue was tart. It was strong and sure like he was, and it moved in and around her mouth.

Pulling away, Charlene breathed in deep. And there it was, the love she had temporarily tucked away. It floated up and out, lingered in the atmosphere only briefly before engulfing her in a misty cloud of rain.

Clarence removed the box from her hands and placed it on the hood of his truck. He gripped both her wrists in one of his hands and raised her arms above her head. He leaned Charlene back against the front of the truck so that her back arched naturally at the center.

Charlene lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around his hips. His crotch was precisely placed against hers beneath her denim skirt. She felt the head of his enlarged cock rubbing against the fabric of her panties.

She reached down to unzip his pants, but Clarence pulled her hand away.

He was punishing her and she knew it, giving her what she deserved for saying whatever foolish things she had said. Clarence was punishing Charlene so thoroughly and sweetly that tears sprung to her eyes and she bit down on her bottom lip in sweet agony.

Through the fabric of his pants and her panties, Clarence rubbed his cock against her cunt. Charlene’s panties were saturated and they clung to the warm square between her legs.

She wanted to beg for release from this torture, she wanted to beg Clarence to give her more, but she knew that if she had him inside her now, she would surely explode, and for that, she wasn’t ready.

“I miss you,” Clarence growled into her neck.

The words brought her even closer to the edge.

“You left me,” Charlene responded in gasps.

“You made me,” Clarence insisted as he rubbed his cock against her with more force, more urgency.

Charlene didn’t continue the debate.

She just said, “Come back. Clarence, come back.”

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