That’s right! My girl Sommer is back, and she’s got a brand new book out! Check out this blurb, and we’ve got a super NSFW excerpt coming up after the interview.

A dark
secret keeps Bishop Kelly unattached and closed off. She has only one
persistent friend, and now she’s moving away from him.

Running
her online fitness group from a borrowed professor’s home in Constantine Falls,
New York, seems like any other life decision. There’s no one to consult and no
one who has her back. Life is what it is – a solo gig.

Bishop isn’t expecting a strange local, Finn “Honey” Sinclair, to jump start her memories, her  desire, and her heart. He has his own intense history that haunts him. In the heart of this oddly quaint town, Bishop is suddenly learning that even in the midst of unexpected loss, there can be inexplicable gain.

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Love that cover, now, let’s find out what’s happening with Sommer.

What’s a typical day like for you?

Chaos. I
get up whenever the Bearded Giant gets up (except for the mornings I can’t drag
my ass out of bed). I make coffee for me, tea for he, then I hop around and
check all my online stuff with cup number one. Cup number two is the reading
cup. It builds reading time into my day because it might be all I get.

The
Bearded Giant usually leaves for work somewhere between cup one and cup two. I
finish the coffee and begin to do the things. Specifically, if it’s M-F I work
out. Some insane workout, often followed by a run. Then it’s a shower, take
pics for my Instagram daily book post, then some stuff around the house. I
usually realize what time it is, panic, shove all my stuff in my messenger bag,
put my crap in the car, and my butt usually goes to the ‘office’ which is the
café. Writing time ensues for a few hours.

After
that, it’s usually home to get stuff done, see my people, eat the foods, and
whatever else we get up to.

When did you realize you wanted to be a writer?

At about
four years old. I’m stubborn. I stick with my goals.

What made you realize you wanted to write romance?

I was
accidentally good at it in an offbeat way. Some of the romances I’ve read, I
could never write. Ever. But my kind of romance, my kind of characters…somehow
it worked not just for me, but for readers.

What do you consider your greatest accomplishment?

Surviving
the curve balls life has thrown at me. There have been some doozies. Still
here. Still kicking.

Do you have any collections?

Dangerous
question. I have a huge collection of vintage 70s, 80s, and 90s horror
paperbacks. And I’m still hunting them down. Pyrex…retro kitchenalia in
general, funky T-shirts and leggings, and just plain oddities. Our house is
like the funkiest junk/antique store ever.

Do you have any hobbies?

Haunting
thrift stores, junk shops, used book stores, and road tripping.

Do you have any bad habits?

I burn
the candle at both ends (and sometimes the middle) and wonder why I’m tired.
I’d say slacking on self-care is my worst habit.

Do you have any pet peeves?

People
who cannot remove their heads from their asses. We seem to have a glut of those
lately.

Are there any skills you’d like to learn?

Knitting/crocheting.
Someone taught me to crochet once. I made one lopsided scarf and promptly
forgot what I was taught. Gone! 100%

What are some of your writing goals?

To get
back to the prolific ways I had a few years back. I was fast and I was
motivated. Life changed and I changed with it. In some ways for the better, but
man, I miss the speed and constant chatter in my head to start the next book.

What are three of your best writing tips?

If
you write, you’re a writer.If
it’s chattering to you and won’t shut up, write it down ASAP. Don’t think you’ll
remember it. You might not.You’re
going to have negative self-talk in your head. Tune it out, put your head down,
and write anyway. Don’t believe everything you think.

Do you listen to music while you write? If so, what do you listen to?

No! All
I’d do is sing. I let the TV chatter in the background. More often than not,
it’s Supernatural on reruns.

What’s your favorite word?

Love

What’s your least favorite word?

Moist

What’s your favorite curse word?

Fuck

What sound do you love?

The
sound of my family carrying on and laughing.

What sound do you hate?

There’s
a beagle in my neighborhood who stays outside 24/7 once the weather is decent.
He bays constantly. Con-stant-ly.

Dog or cat person?

Dog! Have you seen my Oyvie? Yes? I’ll attach a picture anyway!

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City or country?

On the
line.

Morning or night person?

Night.

Get things done early or procrastinate?

I don’t
have “expert procrastinator” in my bio by accident, my friend.

Introvert or extrovert?

An
extroverted introvert. I am truly an introvert. I enjoy people and like to be
around them, but for limited amounts of time and then I need a massive recharge
alone or with just my people.

What do you like best about writing?

That I
can create something from nothing.

What do you like least?

The
synopsis. Ugh.

If you were a book, which book would you be and why?

The Subtle
Art of Not Giving a Fuck. Mainly because I keep trying to learn how to not give
a fuck.

What was your favorite childhood book?

Bruce’s Loose
Tooth. It had a string than ran through the entire book.

What are your favorite kinds of stories to tell?

Scary,
funny, and sexy.

What are your favorite kinds of books to read?

Horror,
thriller, mystery.

You’ve had a lot going on in your life, and it’s been a while since you’ve published. How does it feel to put new work out in the world?

Amazing.
And a little scary. I was afraid people had forgotten me. This business is very
go-go-go. If you don’t stay super prolific you can become irrelevant. For the
last few years I’ve only been doing short fiction. Luckily, readers hadn’t
forgotten me and I’ve founds some brand-new ones. I’m a little relieved and
very grateful!

What do
you like best about Bishop?

That she
feels no pressure to be “on” for people or change anything about herself for
anyone.

What do you like best about Honey?

His
self-awareness and deeply buried kindness.

Are there other characters in your story that you’re especially fond of? Why?

All of
them, really. Most people who read me know that I do not write books with a ton
of characters or a lot of moving parts. I’m very character focused in my
novels. If a person is in the book, I like them for some reason. Even if it’s
not evident at first.

Were there any scenes that were particularly difficult to write? If so, how?

In a lot
of ways, the whole book was difficult. It was my first new novel after losing
my husband in 2014. I have a brand-new life now. I have a wonderful boyfriend
and he has a son and my kids love both of them. We’ve created a new family unit.
I have a second chance at living. I’m a very lucky person. I think, no matter
what, there will always be some survivor’s guilt with that.  

There
are some elements to the book—Honey’s loss, his mother’s recent loss, and
Bishop’s past along with her current fears of loss—that were difficult to write
without sinking into them completely. I think that’s why it took so long to
write. I had to go slow and attack it at different angles. Then special dates
(anniversary, birthday, anniversary of death) would come up and I’d put the
book on hold for a week or two. Once, I put it aside for an entire month. It
usually takes me 6-8 weeks to write a book. This one took almost a year, I
believe.

Loss and
hope are big in this book. For a dirty book, it has its deep moments, I guess.
This book was as good as a few months of therapy, I think.

If you were to cast your book as a movie, who would you choose to play your characters?

I am
terrible at this game. It’s not how my brain works at all. But I would love to
hear how the people who have read the book would cast the characters. That
would be amazing!

What’s up next for you?

All
fingers and toes crossed, I have a horror/dark fiction novella currently under
consideration with a bucket list publisher (under a different name) and I’ve
been focusing some of my time on writing in that genre. However, after seeing
the reaction to Honey, and seeing some of the reviews (yes! I admit it!
Curiosity got to me. Usually, I don’t read any at all, but it’s been so long
and I have no self-control), I’m thinking I’d like to go ahead and start
brainstorming another erotic novel. Which thrills me. Feeling that spark again.

What would you most like readers to know about you and your books?

That I
appreciate every single interaction online. Every comment on Facebook or
response on Twitter. That I am truly grateful to everyone who buys my work,
reads it, reviews it, messages me about it, recommends it, or just talks about
it. Writing can be a solitary thing. You can often feel like you’re shouting
into the darkness. So, when someone peeks their head in and says, “Hey, I just
read fill in the blank and I loved it!” that can bring a lot of light to
the darkness. Every book is written with love and passion. Every book is a
piece of me.

Everything in the above interview are just a few of the reasons I adore the fuck out of Sommer Marsden. Oh, and remember that super NSFW excerpt I promised you? Well, here it is!

…A creak
on the steps. She sat up. Bishop reached for the closest thing, which was not
her phone. Sadly, it was charging on the small table by the window. What was
closest was a weighted exercise bar. She got up on her knees, keeping herself
away from the door, ready and armed.

The
muzzle came into view first, and a flash of terror mixed with confusion lanced
through her. Then the thing turned and looked at her—vibrant blue eyes, fake
but vibrant, the fur a mix of salt and pepper. A growl emanated from it, and
she didn’t know whether to laugh or scream.

“How’s
this, Pennsylvania? Now you don’t have to look at my face.”

He
advanced, and she considered swinging the baton. Almost did. Then she thought
better of it. She was enraged but also turned on. Her body beat with a fast and
heavy lust that was only a split second from being full on panic. Her blood
felt too thick, her veins too full, her body too heavy, like gravity was
working overtime.

“Like
it?”

“No?”
she said, catching the fact that she nodded as she said the word.

He
laughed from inside the mask, and the timbre of it sent a shiver shockwave up
her spine. A fine sweat had settled atop her skin, leaving her feeling both hot
and clammy at the same time, like she had a fever. And yet, between her thighs,
her pussy beat hot and heavy in time with her heart.

“You
should go,” she managed. She licked her lips and let the baton fall a bit.
It was getting heavy, and her biceps twitched with the effort of being on red
alert and holding something that dense. Her head was buzzy, and her heart rate
still hadn’t managed to come down.

He
advanced, and she felt her pussy contract—empty but eager. She felt on the
verge of orgasm despite the fact that he was in the doorway and hadn’t even
touched her.

“Should
I?” He unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down.

She
tried to look away—wanted to look away—but she also knew damn well she wanted
him. Whatever this was, whatever fucked up game they were playing, it was in
her wheelhouse. She didn’t know how she felt about that, but she’d figure it
out later. For now, she had to figure out how to get what she wanted—him —and
still save face.

“You
should. But if you don’t, I warn you, when you come at me, I will fight
you.”

“Because
you want to say no?” he asked, taking another step. He had his cock out in
his big rough hand and was stroking it.

Another
spasm deep inside her. Another small blip of pleasure that made her feel like
she’d come the moment he laid a finger on her.

“Because
I want to say yes.”

That
earned another laugh from the big bad wolf. He moved fast, faster than Bishop
anticipated. His body hit her hard enough to knock the wind out of her but not
hard enough to actually hurt her. He had her on her belly, pinned, his lean
hips straddling hers. “I know you’re strong, Pennsylvania. I wouldn’t
expect anything less than a fight. Even if you want it.”

She
could feel his hard cock riding the small of her back, and she shut her eyes
against a wave of anticipation mixed with anxiety.

“Off,”
she grunted, bucking her hips up and back. He rocked, slid a little, but still
managed to stay on top of her.

Finn
gathered a handful of her hair and tugged. Pain lanced through her scalp, and
his cock twitched, hard and hot, against her skin. She cried out, bucked again
and managed an elbow up and into his side. A lucky shot, given her angle, but
it landed and did the job. He grunted, and when his center of gravity was off,
she managed to toss him so he slid to her right. She scrambled up onto her
knees, her oversized tee bunching around her hips. She didn’t have any panties
on and that realization slammed her with arousal and fear in equal measure.

He
reached out and grabbed her thigh, and hooking his hand through it, he pulled
her toward him fast and hard, and she lost her balance. She splayed atop him,
chest to chest, face to face, his wolf chin rapping her cheekbone.

Finn
grabbed her hair again, wrenching her head back. His mask was askew and his
mouth came down on her neck, a desperate, hot, aggressive kiss that was almost
not a kiss at all. Mouth turned to teeth. He bit her hard enough to make her
gasp then raked his teeth across the thumping spot of flesh.

His
other hand was at the small of her back, so strong and hard, it was like an
iron bar. “Glad you’re in, Bishop. It’s never fun to wrestle with just
yourself and your own demons. Always more fun to have a good knockdown, drag
out fight with someone else and theirs.”

He
pulled her hair, and his fingers dug into her back. She growled, trying to
bring a knee up and failing. All the while, his cock lay pressed against her
belly. Her pussy grew wetter, with a rush of fluid, whether evoked by want or
anxiety she didn’t know. Probably both.

She
bumped her hips up to dislodge him and failed. His big hand was splayed between
her breasts, and he held her. Her tee rode up even more. He managed to get his
jeans down over his hips and thighs, then he pressed himself against her.

“Last
chance. Tell me no.”

The wolf
mask leered at her, beautiful and aggressive, angry and sleek. It seemed oddly
fitting and surreal to hear his voice snaking out of the muzzle.

She
bumped her hips again, but it only managed to move him so he could feel her,
the heat of her mound. He growled, and her scalp prickled. Even as it did,
another rush of moisture slipped from between her thighs. Her pulse pounded in
her clit. His fingers found her and slipped inside of her.

“So
very juicy, aren’t you? Now how did that happen?”

Now…catch your breath a sec, and click those buy links! I just got my copy!

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Professional dirty word writer, gluten free baker, sock addict, fat wiener dog walker, expert procrastinator. That sums it up.

Sommer Marsden has 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 Restricted Release, Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, and the Zombie Exterminator series. Sommer currently writes for Harper Collins Mischief, Ellora’s Cave, Xcite Books, Pretty Things Press, Excessica and Resplendence Publishing.

You can find Sommer’s short works in well over one hundred and twenty-five (and counting) erotic anthologies.Visit her at Unapologetic Fiction http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com(less)

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