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Sunday, June 29, 2014

Chill Out with a Good Book ~ Angry Sex by Sommer Marsden


Blurb:

Luna Watkins can’t remember feeling so stressed. Her teenage son Nick’s health issues are reemerging and her ex Ben wants to help but is just making ends meet with odd jobs. Her catering business is thriving but too hectic for her to handle, at least that’s what it feels like. Not to mention since she’s been divorced, she hasn’t dated much and has had sex even less. When Nick decides to visit his grandparents for the summer, Luna is devastated. And yet, she sees a chance to work through her anger and her angst. Maybe some time to feed her body, mind and soul knowing he’s well taken care of.

Enter Adam Singleton, her new, last minute server. Handsome, gruff Adam who’s working through his own anger.  Flirting turns to sparring. Sparring turns to angry sex—like therapy but naked. As time goes by and Luna and Adam become even more entangled, with their hardships and each other, the question becomes,  does angry sex turn to more anger…or peace?

Warnings: This title contains sex while angry, consensual bdsm, explicit content, a handsome man with rapier wit.  

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EXCERPT:
The air conditioner hummed to life as she toweled off and found her favorite, beat to hell, kimono. A glass of wine, some crackers and cheese, and fruit then she’d find something mindless on TV to watch until she was ready to sleep.

In bed, she curled herself around a cache of throw pillows and sipped her wine and nibbled the food with no gusto. A movie channel was running ‘The Lost Boys’ and she could think of nothing better to lose herself in than a beach town riddled by blood suckers. When the phone rang, she didn't even glance at the readout.

“Yes, he’s sexy. Yes, I’m kind of glad he kissed me. Yes, Savannah, he’s hotter than a thousand molten suns, but I’m not looking for anything special. I’m too tangled up in my own shitty life to want anything other than some angry sex.”

There was a pause. A great pregnant drop of silence, and that was when Luna made the connection that maybe she wasn’t talking to who she thought she was talking to.

It was completely confirmed when a smoky chuckle sounded over the line. “Good to know, boss lady. I have a lot of pent up anger myself these days. Maybe we could work that out together…”

Bio:
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 Boys Next Door, Restless Spirit, Big Bad, Wanderlust and Learning to Drown. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for HarperCollins (Mischief Books), Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora’s Cave, Pretty Things Press, and Resplendence Publishing. 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. 

Visit sommermarsden.blogspot.com to see what’s up and drop her a line.



WHAT YOU CAN WIN!!!
We are going simple, I mean it is summertime, so just comment to enter on any of the Chill Out with a Good Book posts on this blog from June 1st through August 31st, 2014. If you share any post, come back and comment "Shared" for an extra entry. Also, comment on as many posts as you want for multiple chances to win. We will have 4 winners, or maybe more, in all! Prizes are subject to grow as I keep getting more and more generous donations from the authors participating.  Here’s what we have so far…

Prize #1 $75 Amazon Gift Card

Prize # 2 Paranormal Print Book Bundle:
Immortalis by Katie Salidas (Autographed)
Hidden Salem by Kiki Howell (Autographed)

Prize #3 All I Want Is… Everything Print Book Bundle by Kim Upstone (3 Books)

Prize #4 Erotic / Romance Ebook Bundle:
Baumgartner Shorts by Selena Kitt
The Girl Next Door by Abby Hayes
Rituals by Kiki Howell



Sunday, June 22, 2014

Chill Out with a Good Book ~ Hunters & Prey by Katie Salidas



The exciting sequel to Immortalis Carpe Noctem.

Rule number one: humans and vampires don't co-exist. One is the hunter and one is the prey. Simple, right? Not for newly-turned vampire Alyssa. A surprise confrontation with Santino Vitale, the Acta Sanctorum's most fearsome hunter, sends her fleeing back to the world she once knew, and Fallon, the human friend she's missed more than anything. Now she has some explaining to do. However, that will have to wait. With the Acta Sanctorum hot on their heels, staying alive is more important than educating a human on the finer points of bloodlust.

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Excerpt:

This man would pay with his dying breath.

My victim moaned pitifully. He beat against my back, struggling to free himself.  I tightened my grip, locking his body in my deadly embrace.

He was going nowhere.

The heat from his blood coursed through my veins, strengthening me, warming me, giving me his life-energy. I savored this feeling: the tingling rush, the ecstasy, that filled my being.

Just as the wave of pleasure crested, his heart slowed to an erratic thump, and the gushing fountain became a trickle. I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. His blood pressure was dropping.

I lifted my head and gazed into his fear-filled eyes. “It’s no fun when you’re on the receiving end, is it?” I smiled at him, licking the last few drops of his blood from my fangs.

My head swam with energy—his energy. I felt powerful, strong, and just.

The wretched man was like putty—just a lump of mush—in my hands. Weakly, he exhaled a final dying breath. The light of life in his eyes extinguished. His head lolled and then flopped backward.

I listened carefully.  His heart thumped once, twice, and then … nothing.

I bit my tongue and swirled a mix of my saliva and blood across the wound on his neck, ensuring it would close. The evidence of my feeding would be gone by the time anyone found him.

A strange prickling sensation tickled the back of my neck. The hair on my arms stood straight on end. I had come to know this unmistakable feeling quite well since I’d been turned. Another vampire was close.

I dropped my victim unceremoniously on top of the woman he’d just killed and turned around to scan the area. Though the street was dark, my vampire eyes had no problem spotting another pair of pale eyes staring back at me from the shadows.

A footstep broke the silence. Still young, I’d had limited dealings with other vampires. Not all were friendly. I hoped the one watching me would be.

“I know you’re out there,” I called to the darkness. “Show yourself.”
Raspy laughter crawled out of the shadow. “Are you sure you want me to do that, Alyssa?”

In the space of a second, realization hit me. My eyes went wide and my heart slammed into my chest.

Oh shit. Santino!

Another footstep echoed around me as he moved into the light.

A trademark of the vampire kind, his blue-gray eyes seemed to glow as he looked at me. A wild mane of salt-and-pepper hair jutted out in all directions on top of his head.  Deep-creased wrinkles and scars covered an aged face that had seen many battles. His lips pulled back into a predatory smile, revealing a perfect set of sharp white fangs.

I was running before I could even comprehend the thought of it. I needed to get away. Fast.

About the Author



Katie Salidas is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkin off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons.  She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write.
 And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…
Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.
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WHAT YOU CAN WIN!!!
We are going simple, I mean it is summertime, so just comment to enter on any of the Chill Out with a Good Book posts on this blog from June 1st through August 31st, 2014. If you share any post, come back and comment "Shared" for an extra entry. Also, comment on as many posts as you want for multiple chances to win. We will have 4 winners, or maybe more, in all! Prizes are subject to grow as I keep getting more and more generous donations from the authors participating.  Here’s what we have so far…

Prize #1 $75 Amazon Gift Card

Prize # 2 Paranormal Print Book Bundle:
Immortalis by Katie Salidas (Autographed)
Hidden Salem by Kiki Howell (Autographed)

Prize #3 All I Want Is… Everything Print Book Bundle by Kim Upstone (3 Books)

Prize #4 Erotic / Romance Ebook Bundle:
Baumgartner Shorts by Selena Kitt
The Girl Next Door by Abby Hayes
Rituals by Kiki Howell



Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Chill Out with a Good Book ~ Mirage by Denyse Bridger


 When Kristy signed on to be John Smythe's executive assistant, she never imagined falling in love with the coldly handsome and ruthless CEO. Yet, that's precisely what happened. In Smythe's hands, the company prospered, even if his partner didn't. Wheeler Enterprises is in the middle of a fraud investigation when Douglas Wheeler dies, and his only daughter is all that stands between Smythe and complete control of the Wheeler company.

When Detective Peter King comes into the picture, and accuses Smythe of more than corporate dirty-dealing, Kristy's life is suddenly a lot more complicated than she wants it to be...

Genre: Contemporary erotic
Publisher/Buy: http://www.lsbooks.com/mirage-p397.php

Excerpt R-Rated:

“That was not one of your brightest ideas, Karen,” Smythe stated when he was seated at his desk.

“Obviously not,” she agreed through clenched teeth. “But I’m getting desperate to make someone listen to me.”

“Why can’t you just let go of this?” John said, his quiet, controlled voice pitched to a lulling tone. “You’re only causing yourself unnecessary aggravation with this nonsense.”

“Aggravation?” she repeated in disbelief. “You’re systematically killing off my family, and you call it aggravation?”

Smythe’s expression darkened dangerously, and he rose from his chair. The motion was graceful, like a sleek, stalking leopard scenting prey. Karen shifted uneasily in her seat, her eyes never leaving the smooth flow of his movement, fascinated by him in spite of her instinctive aversion. She still couldn’t conceal the tiny start of fright she felt when he leaned over her, lithe, long fingered hands curving over her shoulders as his voice murmured near her ear.

“You would do well to keep thoughts like that to yourself, my dear,” he advised. “If you continue to push me, Karen, I promise things could get very unpleasant. Not just for you, but for those around you.”

“What are you planning to do, Smythe?” she snapped. “Arrange to have a building fall on me?”

John’s laughter was chilling, and he drew her out of the chair and brushed aside a soft strand of rich, dark hair. He let his touch linger on her cheek just long enough to make her wince.

“Continue to push me, Karen, and I’ll begin an investigation of my own. One that will not relent until I know who attempted to kill Douglas. Though I have pretty solid suspicions about that now.”

Fear instantly lit her expressive eyes, and she jerked away from him. His laughter chased her from his office a moment later.

* * * *

Peter and Kristy were almost back to Smythe’s office when the door swept open and Karen burst into the corridor. Peter left Kristy and was at Karen’s side in an instant. Tears streamed down the woman’s ashen face. Behind her, like a silent wraith, John stood framed in the doorway, his expression thoughtful.

“What’s going on, Karen?” Peter asked, too absorbed in the woman to notice they were the center of attention within the office complex.

“Nothing!” she said, her voice quivering. “I want to go home, Peter. Please, just take me home.”

Kristy saw Peter finally take notice of John standing in the background. He got a single step toward John before Kristy stopped him with a firm hand on his arm. He swung around to look at her and Kristy shook her head. “Take Karen home as she’s asked, Peter. I’ll let you know what’s going on, I promise.”

He was surprised into silence, and Karen’s tug on his arm drew him away from any question he might have asked.

He and Karen headed for the elevator, and Kristy made sure they got on it before she entered John’s office with him and closed the door.

“Is there really a need to leave that girl in tears every time you speak to her, John?” Kristy asked.

He laughed quietly and perched on the wide window ledge. His gaze was focused on the two people getting into the detective’s black Honda parked in the Wheeler lot.

“Her defeat upset her. Not me.”

Kristy sighed, her hands on his shoulders. She leaned forward, kissed his cheek and waited for him to look at her. When the cool blue eyes met hers seconds later, she smiled. “You own Wheeler Research and Technology, darling. Leave it at that.”

John smiled back at her and pulled her into his arms. He bent to place a light kiss over her heart and let his tongue dip into the intriguing shadow just below her neckline. She shivered slightly and eased back.

“For the first time in my life, I have everything I want,” she whispered, her voice filled with rarely expressed emotion. “I don’t want to lose any of it.”

“You are getting sentimental, Kristy,” he teased. He ran a delicate caress along the curve of her cheekbone, long fingers like the brush of velvet against her skin. When his touch reached her mouth, he pulled her forward to meet his kiss.

“What is it you really don’t want to lose?” he asked her minutes later, his hand closing over one of her breasts, stroking persuasively.

She shook her head, and buried the response that would have revealed a truth she wasn’t sure she wanted to give him. The buzz of the intercom saved her the need for a reply, and she laughed in spite of her mood when John took the call but remained standing to answer it. She understood a moment later when he settled her in his chair, then unbuckled his belt and the button at his waist. She pushed his hands away and finished opening the front of his designer suit pants, freeing him from the suddenly confining briefs. John’s long fingers tangled in her hair as she took his smooth, hard cock into her mouth and began to suck and stroke with her tongue.

A few minutes later, she heard the phone being placed on the corner of the desk, and John drew her away with a hiss of reaction to the loss of her mouth engulfing him. He took her hands and tugged her to her feet, then pulled her soft, cashmere sweater over her head and tossed it aside. She hadn’t worn a bra and he had told her that morning to forget the underwear as well. Now she knew why. He turned her back to him, and hiked her skirt up around her waist as he stood behind her and made her lean over his desktop.

Kristy spread her legs and stifled the gasp of pleasure that quivered through her when he drove into her with a suddenness that was almost painful. His hands reached around and cupped her dangling breasts, squeezing and caressing them as he pinched her nipples to greater sensitivity. For an eternity of minutes the only sounds in the luxurious office where soft gasps and the slick, wet stroke of frenzied sex. Kristy’s teeth sank lightly into her own forearm as her body exploded with rapture and John’s low moan of release was lost in the center of her back a second later.

In a distant part of her mind, she wondered if anyone had knocked on the office door in the past ten minutes...

Read what the reviewers are saying...

"5 Cups!...Technically, there are four main characters in this tale, John Smythe and his assistant Kristy, Karen Wheeler and police detective, Peter King. Kristy is a wonderful character smart, strong, and ambitious. When she falls in love, she falls completely. Even when John is being accused of horrible things, she remains loyal and confident in her love. The love scenes between her and John are steamy and plentiful. The story itself is a pleasure. Within these pages, you will find danger and intrigue, mystery, along with lots of sizzling and sultry sex. Considering the book is only a mere 98 pages, the fact you can find all that inside tells you a lot. The story is well written and nicely delivered at a pace crisp enough to hold the reader's attention without being hurried. My first by Ms. Bridger and it will definitely become the first of many!"—Johnna Flores, Coffee Time Romance

"4 Angels!...A perfect blend of romance, mystery and steamy sex. Ms. Bridger has outdone herself. I was captivated from the first word and could not put this book down. The chemistry between the couple is intense, both sexually and emotionally. John and Kristy?s relationship is rocked by the accusations thrown at John but their love does not falter."—Tewanda, Fallen Angel Reviews

"4 Hearts!...A wonderful book that will thrill readers with the mystery and intrigue that abounds on every page. John is dangerous with a sensual personality and an alpha attitude. Kristy gives new meaning to the phrase 'stand by your man,' she is willing to believe the best in John and defend him to the end. The villain in this book is no surprise, but it still makes for interesting reading. Love scenes are so hot the pages almost burn; Denyse Bridger has done an excellent job of creating a plot that will keep readers glued to the pages."—Angel Brewer, The Romance Studio

Author Bio:

Canadian born and bred, and a lifelong dreamer, I began writing at an early age and can’t recall a time when I wasn’t creating in some artistic form. My life has had several on-going love affairs that shape much of what I write, the American West, Victorian England, cowboys, a passion for pirates, Greek Gods, and Ancient Egypt. The other endless love affair in my life is Italia and all its magic, beauty, and dazzling culture. That passion spills into all aspects of my life.

A visit to my website will show the diversity of what is currently available, and the mixing of genres and styles that will be employed in many current, and up-coming projects as well. To stay up to date with all these projects, or to just say hello, please feel free to email me anytime, there’s a contact link on the mail menu. I promise I will do my best to answer everyone, though it may take a day or two, so please be patient!

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WHAT YOU CAN WIN!!!
We are going simple, I mean it is summertime, so just comment to enter on any of the Chill Out with a Good Book posts on this blog from June 1st through August 31st, 2014. If you share any post, come back and comment "Shared" for an extra entry. Also, comment on as many posts as you want for multiple chances to win. We will have 4 winners, or maybe more, in all! Prizes are subject to grow as I keep getting more and more generous donations from the authors participating.  Here’s what we have so far…

Prize #1 $75 Amazon Gift Card

Prize # 2 Paranormal Print Book Bundle:
Immortalis by Katie Salidas (Autographed)
Hidden Salem by Kiki Howell (Autographed)

Prize #3 All I Want Is… Everything Print Book Bundle by Kim Upstone (3 Books)

Prize #4 Erotic / Romance Ebook Bundle:
Baumgartner Shorts by Selena Kitt
The Girl Next Door by Abby Hayes
Rituals by Kiki Howell



Saturday, June 14, 2014

Chill Out with a Good Book ~ Boys Next Door by Sommer Marsden

Three Men, One Woman, Maximum Passion

Never in her hottest dreams did Farrell McGee expect a move to Tower Terrace to be such an erotic roller coaster ride. “Good luck getting your key. I’m the middle house across the road should you need anything. At all,” he said. The tone, the words, the accent on the anything. Oh god, he was one of those men. Men who had tons of self assurance and sexual prowess and total faith in their bedroom abilities. Those men were dangerous.
Starting over at twenty eight, Farrell McGee discovers sleepy Tower Terrace teeming with handsome men. Well, maybe not teeming, but three heart-stopping men do live across the road from her.
Despite feeling she’s fallen backwards into a fairytale, complete with a big stone tower, a local legend and missing love letters, it becomes clear that all three of her neighbours have a sensual grip on her. She’s powerless to choose just one, and just as powerless to get them out of her head or her bed. Deke, the devilish good boy who’s superb at being bad. Coop, so often annoying in his gruffness, but oh so dominant where it counts. And Stephen the pretty, sweet, slightly submissive one. Her sex life has never been so good and her heart never so torn. She needs to choose one man, when she’s not ready to give up any of them. But deep down she knows who she wants.
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Excerpt R-Rated:
‘It’ll be okay,’ he said, pulling me back just enough that I brushed against him which helped me get my bearings. He was warm against me, but I shivered.
‘Your hands are freezing. Are you claustrophobic?’
‘Not so much that,’ I whispered as if louder noise would make us plummet to our deaths. ‘I just don’t like elevators. How long? How long will we be here?’
‘Do you want the truth or do you want a lie?’
I sighed. ‘The truth, though the smart money is probably on the lie.’
‘Probably half an hour to an hour. George has a good heart but slow hands.’
‘Great.’ I moved my hands around to try and find the railing that ran along the sides of the elevator. I didn’t think this poor man needed to be holding me like some damsel in distress. But what my fingers brushed was most definitely not the wall of the elevator. My hand froze.
‘Um . . .’ he said. And there was that dark and almost sinister laughter that somehow slid up my spine and under my hair and prickled my scalp like electricity.
‘I’m sorry,’ I whispered.
A moment ticked by and I was afraid to breathe. I felt like I might laugh or cry or scream, or possibly all three at once.
‘But not enough to move it, eh?’ he asked, moving his body just enough that I felt the hard push of his cock to my hand.
My face heated with a blush. I was grateful he couldn’t see. ‘Shit. First I grope you and then I . . . just keep right on groping you. I don’t even move my hand. Have I mentioned the one thing that freaks me out is elevators? And a dark one that is being worked on by a slow man is the worst case scenario.’ ‘Hunh,’ he said and I could hear him smile. ‘And my hand is still on your cock!’ I blurted, finally ripping my hand away.
‘Hey, whatever calms you down, Farrell McGee.’ I couldn’t help but snort, but my hands were shaking and I felt a little light-headed. ‘You’re really scared,’ he said. ‘I’m –’ ‘It’s coming off of you in waves. It’s palpable. That’s hard to pull off. Palpable fear.’ ‘I am nothing if not talented.’ ‘What do you do?’ ‘I’m a failed actress. You?’ ‘Failed writer. But I am currently the butcher for our small town.’ ‘Ah, I love meat.’
Dead silence.
‘Oh my God. I swear I’m not normally this stupid.’ I put my hand up to brush my hair out of my face, in the dark it felt like a million tiny spiders tickling my cheeks. But I brushed over him instead – I was starting to wonder if it really was an accident – and he took my hand and squeezed it between his warm ones.
‘Breathe,’ he said. He put my hands flat on his chest and then placed his over the top of mine. I stood there, trying to calm down and feeling the steady and easy beat-beat-beat of his heart. I took a deep breath and held it before blowing it out. The same way I did for stage fright.
‘Better?’ he asked, his face close, his breath smelling of mint. ‘Better,’ I echoed. ‘You smell good,’ he said. ‘Like peaches and . . . I can’t quite put my finger on it.’ Deke leaned in and sniffed right at the juncture of neck and shoulder. My skin prickled almost violently. ‘Honey?’
‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘All I can smell is you.’ What was I doing? My God, I had just met this man, had only seen him in the light for a few moments and now – if my nether regions were to be believed – I wanted him. Badly.
‘And what do I smell like?’ He put his hands on my lower back, splaying his fingers, spreading their warmth. He pulled me just a touch closer and though his cock wasn’t touching me, I felt – or imagined I felt – the energy from his hard on mingling with my own lustful energy.
‘Pine and cinnamon and wood smoke. Like the outdoors. That’s what you smell like.’ ‘Hunh. Good nose. I spent all day at a client’s fishing cabin, dressing a deer.’ For some odd reason, I imagined a deer in a skiing ensemble and snorted. But even as the laughter burst out of me, I pushed my pelvis to his. Brazen, but it was what I felt the urge to do. So I did it. New life. New way of doing things.
‘Dressing?’ I rotated my hips just a bit and his fingers brushed over my skin sliding lower to slip beneath the waistband of my jeans. ‘It means butchering. But don’t worry,’ he said, when I went a bit stiff. ‘I cleaned up real good and even had some coffee by the fire before I left.’
His mouth came down on mine then and I figured, fuck it. I was scared and horny and he was handsome and Satan-ish and felt damn good pressed against me. I let his tongue bully mine before I put my hands in that dark mussed hair I remembered and hauled him to me. Deeper went the kiss and when he bumped his erection against me so I could feel how turned on he was, I nipped his lip. ‘Damn,’ he said. ‘Welcome to town.’
‘Shh. Kiss me,’ I said, rubbing my hand over his cock, squeezing his length through his jeans until he groaned. ‘I need to be distracted.’
‘I can do that,’ he said against my lips. Then he was turning me. A flipping, flying, falling sensation because of the darkness. My back ended up pressed to the wall of the elevator, my ass riding that metal bar I’d been searching out. ‘Touch me,’ I begged. I wasn’t sure where this new ‘me’ was coming from, but it was fine. She was okay by me.
‘I can do that,’ he echoed and his warm fingers ran down my belly, making me tremble. His hand slipped below my jeans before plunging into my panties. Deke’s hot fingers found my clit and he pressed so that all my breath slipped out of me. Warm wet circles brought me close to an orgasm right off the bat. He was good. I arched against him and kissed him again, finding his face – a bit rough with stubble – with my hands. I sighed again, arching up to meet his touch and he lazily slipped a thick finger into my cunt.
‘You’re so fucking wet, Ms McGee,’ Deke said against my throat. His teeth grazed my pulse point and he gently sucked that fragile skin until an echoing tug sounded in my cunt. My body tightened around his finger and this time we both groaned. [To be continued]

Bio:
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 Boys Next Door, Restless Spirit, Big Bad, Wanderlust and Learning to Drown. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for HarperCollins (Mischief Books), Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora’s Cave, Pretty Things Press, and Resplendence Publishing. 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. Visit sommermarsden.blogspot.com to see what’s up and drop her a line.

 

WHAT YOU CAN WIN!!!
We are going simple, I mean it is summertime, so just comment to enter on any of the Chill Out with a Good Book posts on this blog from June 1st through August 31st, 2014. If you share any post, come back and comment "Shared" for an extra entry. Also, comment on as many posts as you want for multiple chances to win. We will have 4 winners, or maybe more, in all! Prizes are subject to grow as I keep getting more and more generous donations from the authors participating.  Here’s what we have so far…

Prize #1 $75 Amazon Gift Card

Prize # 2 Paranormal Print Book Bundle:
Immortalis by Katie Salidas (Autographed)
Hidden Salem by Kiki Howell (Autographed)

Prize #3 All I Want Is… Everything Print Book Bundle by Kim Upstone (3 Books)

Prize #4 Erotic / Romance Ebook Bundle:
Baumgartner Shorts by Selena Kitt
The Girl Next Door by Abby Hayes
Rituals by Kiki Howell



In accordance with the new FTC Guidelines for blogging and endorsements, Kiki Howell of An Author's Musings, would like to advise that in addition to purchasing my own books to review, I also receive books, and/or promotional materials, free of charge in return for an honest review, as do any guest reviewers.