Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Test Drive

I often wonder why people think that night time, before bed, is the best time for sex. Is it because you’re in bed already? Is it because you’re already lying down? Is it because sex makes you sleepy?

I don’t know. I don’t have the answer for that.

I do know that I'm one who enjoys it every hour of the day - well, except mornings to be honest. I love my sleep. A bit more than sex (she said with a blush). So when Alison Tyler put out the call for Morning, Noon and Night, I thought that just after lunch was a perfect time to fuck. You know, you've eaten, you've digested, and just looking for that little nibble to get you through the afternoon. And it gave me the chance to bring out a couple of characters I’d had in developing stages for awhile – since I went out to buy my last car.

I'd stared at the cars in the showroom, in their bright, shiny hues of candy apple red, sunflower gold and snowflake white. I ran my fingers over their smooth surfaces and settled in to test out leather seats and compare them to the more comfortable, but less luxurious standard cloth upholstery. And as I fiddled with buttons, turned knobs and checked out all the fancies, my eyes constantly strayed to the back seat.

I wondered with small smiles. Did the staff take them out to “test” with each other? Or did they find a client that struck their fancy and offer to show them how the car of their choice handled on the road, with a full tour of all the “amenities”? Did the girl behind the reception desk, and the mechanic in the bay shoot longing looks at each other throughout the day, only to be the last ones out of the building at night? Did they close down the shop and fuck on the hoods of the luxury sedans?

I wondered if they had those successful days, where after all the clients had gone home, the ties got loosed and the case of beer, or bottle of scotch came out. And I knew, somewhere deep inside, that at least one of the cars I had driven, had been a mating ground for horny as hell salespeople.

It called to me – so I bought it.

And gave it my own test drive.

For the rest of the Morning, Noon and Night blog tour, check out the links below.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Pack Your Bags...

Metaphorically speaking of course. We're going on a road trip - that is to say, a blog tour. Morning, Noon and Night is finally out!  (Click the link to order!) And our MN&N Blog Tour kicks off today. First stop? Our lovely resident Trollop With a Laptop, Ms Alison Tyler. And along the way, we visit all of our amazing authors. 

PSST. Notice who's on the schedule for the 21st? That's right. L'il ol' ME. :D 

In case you missed it the first time I said it, I'm totally thrilled to be included in this wonderful line-up. 

So what are you waiting for? Calling SHOTGUN!

11/20 Cora Zane
11/28 Tamsin Flowers hosts Jeremy Edwards
11/30 Kat Watson

The Queen of Kings Cometh!

King of the beasts that is. You know what that is. And you know who she is. And you'd best be bowing down - or curtseying at her feet.

Y'all know I love me some man-on-man action. And man-on-man shifter action makes me think of my True Blood true love Alcide (aka Joe Manganiello).

So, I thought I'd invite my friend and commrade-in-words, Sommer Marsden, over for a glass of wine and to talk sexy male shifters. Her newest book, Lion Hearted is definitely something to behold. Sommer, the floor is all yours.

Two Boys Kissing

On this particular road trip my boys kept me hopping in the erotic scenes departmen. They were getting busy all over the place. Including outside. One of my favorite scenes is when they have to make a pit stop for gas and the effects of having been cooped up in a car together all day gets the better of them.

It’s the first time we see little Rabbit, aka Luke the empath, as the aggressor. Boy did my pretty young sensitive do a good job bringing the lion down to nothing but lust:

Luke hooked his hand – the backs were freckled, Tryg noticed – into Tryg’s waistband and tugged. He stumbled forward, though he was so much bigger than Luke. Then he gave in to the part of himself craving the contact, and pushed his body flush against Luke’s. He crushed him to the wall and kissed him for all he was worth. Sliding his tongue in and out of Luke’s mouth, licking him the way he wished he could lick other parts of him at the moment.

‘Let you what, little rabbit?’

‘Just let me …’ Luke didn’t finish. He sank to his knees, working Tryg’s button fly. His hands found him and squeezed. Tryg thought if he were to suddenly drop dead, this is what he’d want to be doing. Getting head from Luke.

There is something so magical for me about this unlikely pair. A gruff, unlovable enforcer for the lion pride and a drifter—a quiet empath—whose destined to tame the wild one. 

Good stuff. It makes me want to find a nice breezeway somewhere and tempt the man into giving me a kiss. Or maybe a bit more. ;)


Tryg Avondale is the muscle for his pride, and when he’s called upon to hunt down two missing teens, he sees the job for what it is – a chance to give his pride a break from him and his “nature”. Tryg is a gay lion and it’s not something his “family” seems to embrace.

He takes with him Luke Dorchester – an empath and the perfect travel companion. Luke can feel and soothe every emotion that coils deep inside Tryg, and the sex between them is the hottest Tryg has ever known. Tryg has no intention of letting his emotions go any further when it comes to this brand new man. But he also has zero intention of letting him go. What follows is a road trip from campground to campground, hot nights in hotel rooms and close encounters spent together as they follow the scent of the two abducted shifters. A scent that takes them to Divination Falls, a haven for shifters and associated magical folk; a place where an old evil will surface and Tryg will learn just how far his love for lion-hearted Luke must take him.

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Lion Hearted
By Sommer Marsden
EXCERPT copyright 2012

It was a 30-minute trip and Tryg could feel Luke studying him. He sipped coffee out of the travel mug, wished he’d eaten breakfast, caught diner scents on the wind, and promised himself they’d eat breakfast before leaving for real. Finally, he couldn’t pretend not to notice any more.

‘What is it?’

Luke reached out to touch his cheek. He’d shaved before leaving the house, but he heard the rough stubble move restlessly under Luke’s touch.

‘I thought you’d have more hair.’

Tryg snorted. ‘Did you now? Why is that?’

‘You’re a lion.’

‘So you expected wild, waving puffs of hair? A mane, perhaps?’ He grinned so hard it hurt his face. It made him nervous, feeling happy.

‘Perhaps,’ Luke said. He turned away, and Tryg caught the scent of heightened blood. Luke was blushing, he was embarrassed.

Now he felt like a shit. Tryg caught his hand up and squeezed. ‘Hey, no big deal. You don’t know what you’re dealing with until you’re dealing with it, right? You probably hear a lot of rumours about my kind.’

‘Yeah, some.’ Luke’s fingers twisted around Tryg’s and he squeezed.

‘Like we live in animal form almost all the time.’


‘False. Usually, we only shift when we need to or really want to for some reason. We are very much men and women who happen to have the ability to shift to animal form.’

‘What animal is the most prevalent?’

Tryg felt Luke relax. His body went loose, his breathing evened out. He felt better; the kid wasn’t tense any more. He turned the Thunderbird with his left hand as he continued to squeeze Luke’s hand with the right. ‘No single animal wins that race. There are lions and tigers and bears …’ He smiled.

‘Oh my!’ Luke whispered.

‘Exactly. There are wolves, of course. There are bird shifters and reptile shifters and –’

‘I heard some shifters can just shift – into anything,’ Luke said.

‘True. Their DNA is more fluid, more forgiving than most of ours. Most of us have a single animal we can transform into. That animal is part of our DNA. It’s like looking like your mom but having your dad’s double joints. We’re human but we can shift into a lion. So – the ones who can just shift, they’re considered rare and special. Their DNA kind of takes orders, if you will.’

‘Like “hey, body, today I’ll be an alligator”?’ Luke chuckled.

‘Right.’ Tryg turned on to the lake road. ‘But me, I’m just a man. I tend to like my meat a bit more raw, I don’t really like wearing clothes if it’s not a must.’ He winked. Parking by the lake, he put the car in park and cut the engine. ‘I like to fuck my guy from behind more often than not.’

He smelled the blood in Luke’s cheek again. He was blushing once more. But this time it was a good blush, and it made Tryg laugh even as he climbed out of the car to try and catch the scent of the missing girl. For this he’d have to shift.

‘You gonna turn away?’ he asked, unbuttoning his jeans.

‘Do you want me to?’ Luke asked.

Tryg realised the offer was sincere and snorted. What planet had this guy come from? Most non-shifters he fucked were all about seeing it happen. It was a time to gawk and observe. So they could report back to their friends later about what it was like. A freak show.

‘I – hadn’t thought about it,’ Tryg said. It was a lie.

Luke reached in the back seat and shoved his hand into his duffle. When he pulled out a bandanna, Tryg blinked. ‘Here. You can blindfold me if you like. I don’t think you’re a freak. I don’t want to stare at you and see the sideshow. I just want to be here with you.’

Tryg swallowed hard. Something akin to anger washed over him. A knee-jerk reaction that this kid had him pegged so well. ‘It’s fine,’ he growled.

Luke didn’t touch him, but his voice went lower. ‘I mean it, Tryg. I can feel that frustrated rage and hurt inside you. I’d eat this bandanna before I’d make you feel that way because of something I did.’

Tryg turned away from the open car door. His eyes stung and his throat was tight. Goddamn it. This was not a good time to feel all Dr Phil. ‘It’s fine. Do what you want,’ he said. He tried to keep his voice neutral. He failed.

Then he dropped his jeans, shucked his shirt, and let himself shift the same way some people let themselves take a deep breath when they were about to undertake something difficult. The world muffled and he was all intention and purpose. His nose picked up a mélange of scents. He had to find the scent of his own kind and then follow it.


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.comto see what’s up and drop her a line.