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Amy and Jennifer ARE Seduced by Books. We’re both in our 30’s, moms, close friends, work together, and share many of the same interests including our love of reading. Amy grew up in Maryland and has been obsessed with Vampires for as long as she can remember. Jenn grew up in Florida and loves the furry, the fey, and the fangs, in that order. Currently we are both in Orlando, FL. When we can be pulled away from books, Amy loves to bake and Jenn loves to take pictures and scrap.
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Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Sommer Marsden is HERE with her "Best of" and giveaway

For the fantastical The Best of Sommer Marsden book tour, I wanted to address an age old question faced by many dirty, dirty writers. Is this story true?
I’ve chosen five stories from my collection and have answered the question: True? False?...Mebbe?
I’ll warn you, most of them are a mix of true and false but don’t fall squarely in mebbe. Mebbe is the coy category where the writer says: I’ll let you decide.

Here at Seduced by Books, we’ll talk about Grip. The first story I ever wrote (as a greener than grass newbie, no less) entirely based on a photo. The photo is not mine to share, but it was an image that stuck firmly in my head and the story that spun out of that image is one of my most beloved stories.

The unceremonious cutting of a very long mane of hair into a short, sexy choppy hairstyle becomes a power play where the question is…who will be on top. Annalee has cut off her long hair—that her husband likes to use as a sort of rein during sex—and now he’s pissed.
So as for the question: True? False?...Mebbe?

False!  Actually, at freshly minted age forty I find myself living the reverse of this scenario. Since my early 20s I had short, flirty, fun hair. Sexy choppy bobs or even shorter than a bob. A few years ago, I decided to let it grow out and see how much silver cropped up. Now the longest section has reached the bottom of my shoulder blades. And as the man says, “Oh look, something to grab onto…”
And that’s totally true. ;)

Excerpt from Grip
‘Jesus, Annalee, what have you done?’
Jacob stared at my hair and I tried not to shift. It was my
hair. I could cut it any way I wanted. I would not feel bad.
The only reason he was pissed was a small reason. Ninety-five
percent of the time he didn’t give a shit about my hair.
Not the colour, not the style, not any of it. It was that five
percent of the time that my hair was cherished.
‘I like it,’ I sighed. ‘Look, don’t get pissy. I needed
something new and I went ahead and did it. You’ll get used to
it.’ I set about making dinner, intent on ending the turmoil
right then and there.
‘But you know how much I love your hair. Loved,’ he
corrected himself. There was venom in both the statement and
the tone.
‘You love it when you fuck me,’ I sniped. ‘More
specifically, you love it when you fuck me from behind. You
like to twist it up around your fist and yank me back with it.
Yes, Jacob, I love that, too. However,’ I banged the stock pot
down and cringed at the loud noise, ‘during the times when
you are not playing caveman and using my hair as a rein, it’s
a pain in the ass!’
We stood there, eyeing each other in the kitchen, both of
us angry, both of us thinking we were right. He could think he
was right. That was fine. But it was my damn hair and I was
sick of the work and the struggle of keeping a waist length
mane clean, detangled and neat. I liked the new hair; just
below chin level, layered to be shaggy but not messy. I threw
my shoulders back. No guilt.
‘I’m sorry if you don’t like it but you’d better adjust. I am
not growing it back out and I will not apologise for doing it.’
Then I turned my back on him and started the water to boil.
Jacob barely spoke to me for three days. Every time I said
or did the slightest thing he didn’t approve of he would pause
for several beats and stare at my hair. As if to say; look what
you have done.
While he was busy frowning upon my new ‘do, I was
falling more and more in love with it. No more long mornings
steaming myself in front of the mirror with a blazing hot hair
dryer. No more combing out knots so big and stubborn I
ended up in tears holding a fist full of my own hair. No more
torture, muss, fuss and annoyance. It was freedom, this
wonderful short flirty hair. I loved it enough for both of us.
Needless to say, it was a while before I got laid. Without
my crowning glory of long chocolate coloured hair, I seemed
to have lost my appeal. Or so it seemed.
The first time Jacob stooped to touching my new hair was
the night of his boss’s dinner party. Stewart J. Beckett was a
prick and a blow hard and he loved my husband. We were
expected to attend dinner. We were expected to be amusing
and classy. We were expected to dress the part.
I straightened my taupe and black wrap dress. I fidgeted
with the black satin collar for the millionth time. I flipped the
cuffs up to show the black satin. I flipped them down to create
bell sleeves. Designers who make dresses that can be worn
several different ways should be shot. Do they not realise that
the woman wearing their dress will most likely be a nervous
wreck, which will result in her having absolutely no decision
making skills? Black cuffs, bell sleeves, black cuffs…
Jacob took pity on me. ‘Leave them flipped up. Let the
cuffs match the collar.’ Then he put his arms around my
waist, temporarily it seemed forgetting my traitorous
behaviour. ‘You look stunning, by the way. It’ll be fine. We’ll
eat, we’ll be fake, we’ll leave. Plead a headache the moment
dessert arrives,’ he chuckled, then kissed my ear.
He did not smooth his hands over the length of my hair as
he normally did when we were about to go out. Of course, the
length itself was gone.
 ‘Time to go,’ he sighed and pulled my hand. ‘We’ll make
it as quick as possible.’
‘My necklace!’ I raced back in and grabbed the antique
necklace he had given me for Christmas. It complimented the
vintage nature of the dress. My hands were shaking just
thinking about Miriam Beckett. Such a prude, such a bitch. I
felt sick.
‘Let me.’ He draped the necklace at the hollow of my
throat and clasped it. Then he kissed the nape of my neck.
That spot. It gets me every time. I froze and let the pleasant
tickle and tingle run down my spine.
Then his hands were in my hair. Shoving up under the
chunky layers along my neck. His fingers slid up to rest below
my ears, which made me shiver. He sifted my newly shorn
hair through his big fingers and I heard him make a low
sound. A pleased sound? I wasn’t sure. Then he gripped a
fistful of my hair at the base of my head and tugged ever so
slightly. I gasped and felt my nipples bead against my silk
‘Time to go,’ he said again but this time his voice was a
little thicker. A little slower.
We went.
From edgy and intense, to light and comedic, this collection of over twenty hand-picked dirty tales runs the gamut of erotic fiction.
Stories include a supernatural spurred ménage, a captivating Dom who takes control at a crowded house party, an irresistible alpha who makes recycling kind to the body and the planet. A husband encouraging his wife to take advantage of a girl crush and a woman who can’t help but lose herself between two of her two best friends in a night of passion. A curvaceous woman gets stuck in her boot—that’s right, just one—before an important interview with a handsome applicant and a public spanking makes a young woman reconsider the disposable nature of her rebound guy.
Find out why Sommer Marsden’s been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler) and “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen). It’s all right here in this collection. All you have to do is step inside.
Available in paperback from Amazon UK, Amazon US, Waterstone's and The Book Depository – and coming soon to all other good retailers.
eBook edition is available from All Romance eBooks, and coming soon to all other good eBook retailers.

About the author:

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

  Her erotic novels include Hard Lessons, Calendar Girl, Learning to Drown, Lucky 13 and The Best of Sommer Marsden (coming December '11). Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for 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 over a hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines--both in print and online.
Visit Sommer at Unapologetic Fiction by visiting
http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com or find her on Twitter (@sommer_marsden).

Giveaway Info:
For a shiny pdf just say hi or…if you’re inclined to share, share an idea that you’ve used to put a bit of a zing in your love life. All levels of hotness welcome. After a week a winner will be chosen and contacted. Make sure to leave your contact email address!

Thanks to Writer Marketing Services for hosting this tour - http://www.writermarketing.co.uk we are glad to be working on your tours - and check back later today for our own review of The Best of Sommer Marsden


  1. I'm just gonna say Hi. I look forward to reading some of Sommer's books.


  2. Great topic. And I love your hair longer. Oh and you're a pretty awesome writer, too.

  3. I'm just going to say Hi too. But I can totally relate to the troubles with long hair. I kept long hair for years then one time had it cut to my shoulders. From there it got shorter and shorter. I am now trying to let it grow to my shoulders or a little longer again, but I don't know if it will make it past spring or not. It hasn't the last couple of years, lol.
    June M.
    manning_j2004 at yahoo dot com

  4. Hi, Andrea :)

    Hi, Cassie, I held my sword!

    June, my last true cut, my longest hair was about 2 inches. Now the shortest hair on my head is chin length. I'm sure I'll get fed up at some point and chop it all off!

  5. Oh man... a story about hair! I'm in!!!

  6. Loved the excerpt. I can't wait to read it and the other stories. Wow. Thanks.


  7. I'd start with "hi", but I can't leave it at that. One of the best kick-starters I ever had was renting out one of those single-room cabins in the mountains. It was a "real life log cabin" which just means it had imitation logs for the walls. But, it also had the greatest sex toy in my life, a beam across the center of the room. I always have truck tie-downs in my bed, so late one night, we decided to make things a bit more interesting by swinging that tie down over the beam and tying me up. Something about hearing that rope being ratcheted and the slow, increasing pressure that got me going.

    They are useful things, tie-down. Coupled with a few dog collars and you got a makeshift bondage setup that can stay in the car for those late emergencies.

    Oh, and I *love* the story with the hair. Hair pulling is one of my favorite topics (and sensations).

  8. June is our winner! I'm sending the book her way. Hope your holidays were great! :)