Thursday, November 29, 2012

Hot Autumn Nights Blog Hop - Welcome!

For those here for the Romance Reviews Year End Bash, please go to the "Climbing Her Tower" tab at the top of this web site. You'll find your contest answer there. The winner gets a copy of the book.  Good luck!


Ah, Fall. I love this time of year. It's probably my favorite. Halloween is my favorite holiday, and that one has already passed. Christmas is right around the corner. I love the colors, the scents of apple and maple, and the chilly weather. I live on the northeastern Massachusetts coast so this area looks like a Currier and Ives painting in the fall and especially winter. What I love best about fall is baking. I've already made pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread, banana nut bread, ginger snaps, pinwheel cookies, Italian anise cookies, and sugar cookies. I'd like to tackle a gingerbread house but knowing my talent it'll end up looking more like a gingerbread tenement. LOL

Today I'm making mulled hot cider. I have the spices handy. We bought the apple cider yesterday. After that's gone, I make hot buttered rum. Yum! My husband has a recipe for homemade Bailey's Irish cream he always makes this time of year. It goes fast, obviously.

My idea of a Hot Autumn Night is to be cuddled snugly in my bed with a good book, some hot cider or hot buttered rum (or hot cocoa with mini marshmallows on top) by my side, and surrounded by my cats. My husband may interrupt me if he wishes. I won't complain. ;)

I love to read and write this time of year. I'm currently reading "The Hotel New Hampshire", which is set not far from my home. I didn't do NaNoWriMo this year, but I am working on a mystery/thriller I'd like to have completely edited by early 2013. I've written two erotic fairy tales so far this fall. Both were published in early October. They are "Trouble In Thigh High Boots" (erotic Puss In Boots) and "Climbing Her Tower" (erotic Rapunzel). These two are very erotic and sexually explicit books. Would you like to win one of them? All you need to do is leave a comment telling me what is your idea of a Hot Autumn Night. Please leave your email address so I may find you. The lucky winner gets one of those two books.

Here are blurbs and buy links for both books in case you're too impatient to wait. Enjoy your reading and enjoy the Fall!

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Coming soon: AllRomanceEbooks


Rapunzel has never known life outside her tower. She has never felt the company of a human being other than Mother, and she has never been in close contact with a man - until Prince Richard of Norwich climbs into her tower one dark night and sweeps her off her feet. Prince Richard introduces Rapunzel to erotic pleasures beyond her wildest dreams, and she wants more! In order to make her both his wife and his sex slave, Prince Richard needs to spirit her away from that tower, but Mother stands in his way. Prince Richard and Rapunzel begin a tantalizing and dangerous adventure in order to be together as one. And "let down your hair" takes on an entirely new meaning in their fevered embraces.

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Coming soon: AllRomanceEbooks


Tita is a Puss In Boots with a little something extra. Being a magical creature, she shifts from a kitty into the form of an alluring, ginger-haired woman when the situation demands it. And what a situation she finds herself in! Her new master Dylan is a poor man who needs a boost in the world. Sly Tita uses her seductive wiles to pass him off to the villagers and the king as the Marquis of Carabas in order to help both of them gain their fortunes. Her plan is not without its problems. Dylan's malicious brother, Zane, lusts after Tita, and he wants her all to himself, but she refuses to succumb to his treachery. Being a cat first and foremost, she purrs in the arms of her many lovers but her heart belongs to only one man - the king. She hopes that in ensuring Dylan his lofty place in the world the king finds a place in his heart for her. Her life becomes an erotic adventure in reaching her goals.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Gin Wigmore - Black Sheep

I heard this during the Target/Neiman Marcus commercials playing during "Revenge".

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Adam Kancerski - All Day Long (Original Mix)

Very nice trippy trance tune I heard on the radio. I have it on repeat.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Birthdays And Why I Won't Have One Next Year - And Neither Will You!

For those here for the Romance Reviews Year End Splash Party, go to my "Climbing Her Tower" book tab at the top of this web site. You'll find your contest answer there. The winner gets a copy of the book. Good luck!


Welcome to the Midnight Seductions Birthday Bash!

My husband and son will have one more birthday, but I won't. See, my husband's birthday is this Saturday. My son's is December 29. He was a tax baby. My last birthday was in March, and it really was my last birthday. If you don't have a birthday between now and December 21, you won't have any more either.

Want to know why?

Ask the Mayans.

According to the latest silly conspiracy theory, the Mayan Apocalypse is December 21. According to Wikipedia (and you know if you find it on Wiki it must be true), the Mayan Apocalypse is "
regarded as the end-date of a 5,125-year-long cycle in the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar. Various astronomical alignments and numerological formulae have been proposed as pertaining to this date, though none have been accepted by mainstream scholarship."

In other words, we're screwed.

The last time people got all worked up over a silly end-of-world date like this, it was for the Rapture. Of course, the Rapture didn't happen. I, like many like-minded individuals, held a Post-Rapture Looting Party on Facebook the day after the Rapture. I intend to do the same thing this year on December 22. 
Want to come to my Post-Mayan Apocalypse Looting Party on December 22? Just friend me on Facebook and hang out with me and all the other looters that day. BYOB! My Post-Rapture Looting Party was a great success. I expect this party to be just as successful. I'm also participating in the Zombie/Mayan Apocalypse Blog Hop Blow Out from December 21 through December 31. It'll be one great big long party from Mayan Apocalypse Day to New Year's Eve! And I'm giving away a copy of one of my books as a prize in a contest. Want to read either one of my erotic fairy tales? Choose between "Climbing Her Tower" (erotic Rapunzel) or "Trouble In Thigh High Boots" (erotic Puss In Boots). The lucky contest winner gets one!

Here's the link to my Facebook page. Join up, friend me, and get ready to party!

I'm also having a contest with THIS post! First, please join my Facebook page if you haven't already. Then, leave a comment about anything you like in my comments. Make sure you include your email address in your comment so I may write to you if you win. Talk about the holidays, your own plans for the end of the world, how you fend off zombies, etc. One winner will get a choice between "Climbing Her Tower" and "Trouble In Thigh High Boots". But the winner better read fast, since you have only about a month before The End Times happens. Also, Midnight Seductions is hosting a contest to win a Kindle Fire! Enter by submitting the proper information below.  Here are the other Midnight Seductions authors. Visit their blogs for more contests and birthday posts.

If this party goes through and the Mayan Apocalypse is a dud, I will have a birthday in 2013. If not... well, it was a good life. 

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I'm At Two Blogs Today - Visit And Comment!

For those here for the Romance Reviews Year End Splash, go to my "Climbing Her Tower" book tab at the top of this web site. You'll find your contest answer there. The winner gets a copy of the book. Good luck!


Two blogs and two great posts! Head on over, read blurbs and find buy links, and enjoy talking about Thanksgiving and food porn.

One more week until Thanksgiving in the U. S. Did you know plumbers do especially well this time of year? There are also some horror stories about people who chose to deep fry their turkeys, as in flames rising so high the fire department had to be called! Read some hilarious Thanksgiving horror stories at Dawn's Reading Nook, per my blog post.

I'm at KD Grace's today talking about food porn and fairy tales. Learn how to eat and savor every decadent bite. You'll never look at food the same way ever again. Head on over, read, and comment!

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Guest Blogger: Kay Jaybee’s Kink-O-Meter!!

Well, love it or hate it, you can’t escape it- Fifty Shades of Grey is here to stay, and although it is never going to be held up as a shining example of English literature, it has bought a lot of curious folk racing to the world of erotica.

Erotic writing has as many variants and styles within its genre as thrillers, mysteries, science-fiction and romance do, and came into existence long before James wrote the phrase ‘inner goddess’ for the first time. But where on earth do you start reading if you’re new to books that feature sex as the major pivot to their plotlines?

In the months since the Shade phenomena hit, I have been asked by folk new to erotica, which of my books would be the best one to try first.

So- here we go, working from my ‘mildest’ story to my ‘darkest’ or ‘hardest’ story- here comes the KJB Kink-o-meter!!! I should warn you however, I haven’t earned the title BDSM Queen for nothing...

  1. My lightest piece of work by far has to be my novella A Sticky Situation. This was my first erotic romance for the Xcite Secret Library, and gave me my very first top 5 place in the Amazon erotica charts!! If you like a spot of food with your sex, then this could be the book for you!
  2. My next recommendation is The Collector. Part anthology and part novel, the individual stories within this book have been gathered by a young woman on a quest to record as many kinky tales as possible. Some of the stories are romantic and gentle (such as Studio Girl and A Late Developer), others (such as Break Time and Untouched), are somewhat warmer. The tale Dark Knight however, should be left until after you’ve survived reading book 3 & 4 on the list before it is approached...
  3. If you want a highly erotic romance with hits of heavy kink, with a “will they, won’t they” theme running throughout, then my brand new novel, Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats Press) is the one for you. Set around an artist’s studio, this novel reveals many interesting ways to employ the humble stick of chalk...
  4. Then comes Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With a Delivery Man. This novella from the OCPress stable really does cover all bases. It starts gently, but be warned, the kink level rises, and keeps on rising to the point where you think- “surely they aren’t going to do that?” And then, they do...
  5. The heat is really rising now as we reach my very first full length novel, The Perfect Submissive- there is no escaping it- this is full-on BDSM. When Jess Sanders gets a job at the Fables Hotel, her potential as a submissive is spotted straight away by the manageress of the exclusive ‘adults only’ entertainment service on the fifth floor. Jess’s on the job training is a million miles away from what she expected...
  6. The Voyeur forces the temperature gauge higher still! In fact, boiling point is imminent!  From Xcite Books, this novel is unashamed BDSM with a voyeuristic theme. The story focuses on a threesome run by businessman Mark Parker, who employs two women, Anya and Clara, to carry out his every sexual whim, including a list of thirteen very demanding fantasies...
  7. Last but not least is The Circus, an e-novella from Sweetmeats Press. This is BDSM with an audience. There are no clowns in this circus. This is dark, and it is placed last on the list with good reason!! Approach with caution...
So there you have it!! Now you know exactly which Kay Jaybee volume to aim for, depending on your erotic tastes!

Details of all these books, and a few others I haven’t mentioned, can be found on my web site,

A huge thank you to Elizabeth for letting me visit today.

Happy reading everyone
Kay xx

Bio- Kay Jaybee wrote the novels Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite, 2012), and Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (OCPress, 2011). She has also written the anthologies The Best of Kay Jaybee, (Xcite,2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010), and The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2008). Kay has had over 60 short stories published by Cleis Press (inc. Best of Best Women’s Erotica 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2012; Best Bondage 2012, Sweet Love, Smooth, Gotta Have It, Sweet Confessions), Black Lace (Sexy Little Numbers), Mammoth (The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica), Xcite (inc.Ultimate Sin, Boy Fun, Power Play, Threesomes, Finger Music, Tricks For Kicks), Penguin (Oysters and Chocolate; Erotic Stories of Every Flavor), Seal (Oysters and Chocolate; Nice Girls, Naughty Sex),and Sweetmeats Press (Immoral Views)




Monday, November 5, 2012

Don't Harsh My Cool With Spoilers!

I have a beef.

Yeah, I know I don't want ruin people's online fan club fun by saying to be a bit considerate of those of us who are also fans of the same show but we haven't seen the episode yet. But there you go. Case in point is my experience this morning on Facebook. I found out before seeing the episode what the big deal was with last night's episode of "The Walking Dead".  A few people posted about it on their walls, and I saw the updates on my Facebook feed. The show still made my jaw drop, but knowing what "the big deal" was kinda ruined it for me. Not that I didn't see it coming. Still, I prefer how River Song won't ruin the Doctor's life experiences by smiling and saying, "spoilers!"

I'm not a member of any online fan clubs except for Facebook's "Once Upon A Time" Rumbelle group, but even that group is careful to not spoil things. I normally don't see much detail about a TV show or new movie online because I don't belong to those groups that discuss them. The same applies to Fetlife, Kindle Boards, and Goodreads. Even with those groups, I don't look at the discussions because I know people are talking specifics.

Maybe I don't have a right to complain about this. I know I'm not the only one who's mentioned it. I've seen at least one other person on Facebook say the same thing. I know people who enjoy talking about their favorite shows and movies aren't acting like Lucy in the above Peanuts cartoon. I just wish there was a way of creating a "spoilers" tab in online posts so people like me don't see what we don't want to see and those who want to discuss things are free to do so. I've seen these kinds of spoilers tabs in some forums. The code blocks out the text until you click on it and then it's revealed. Pretty ingenious. I wish there was something like that on more forums, but I guess it means I have to stay off Facebook and especially Twitter until I've seen "The Walking Dead" every week.

By the way, the episode rocked.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Mike Oceanic - All Or Nothing

Heard this on Internet radio and I want it! I have it on InfiniteLooper now.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Welcome Guest Blogger Sommer Marsden - Boys Next Door

Welcome Sommer Marsden to my blog! She's here to promote her new book Boys Next Door. Everything you need to know about this wonderful book is below.


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 1:

‘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]

Excerpt 2:

‘What now?’ I sighed. I grabbed my mug and watched him appraise me with that sharp stare. Why did I still feel naked?
‘That is your sump pump, Farrell.’
‘Oh.’ To be honest, I had no idea I had a sump pump.
‘It’s on a battery backup in case of …’ Coop waved his hands around. ‘This.’
‘Ah,’ I said.
Brilliant. One word answers, dingbat.
I listened to the infernal beeping for another moment and tried not to squirm as he studied me, that mysterious twist of a smile on his sensual lips. Coop crossed his arms and there was a Celtic cross, a feather that might or might not be a raven or a crow, a swatch of blue and … he crossed them the other way and there was the hint of a scaled tail. A mermaid?
When I took a shuddery breath and simply could not stand the beep-beep-beeeeeeep anymore I blurted, ‘My God, how do I make it stop?’
He chuckled, gave me a decisive nod and took my hand. ‘Let’s start by going in your basement where the sump pump lives.’
‘Yes, let’s,’ I echoed, rattled by his strong hand on my wrist. When he held my arm, though, I saw more of that tail and yes, it had to be a mermaid. Or a very curvy fish.
‘It’s a mermaid,’ he said, following my gaze.
‘Oh, I didn’t – I wasn’t –’ I shook my head and we took my very steep, wooden, horror-movie-esque basement steps slowly.
‘Have you been down here yet?’
‘No,’ I admitted. ‘I have a basement phobia.’
‘Nope. Just basements.’
Another smoky laugh and then he was tugging me into the corner by the washbasin and the laundry area.
He squatted down and I tried very hard not to study the firm line of his ass and thighs in his dark blue work pants. Or the way his work boots made my body flash all hot like and needy. Or how the small swatch of skin I could see and the slice of boxer short waistband was visible, or how any of that made my breasts feel tender and my mind sizzle like I’d been electrocuted.
I was learning about my sump pump. Sump. Pump. And that was all.
‘This red light,’ he said, pointing.
I nodded. Thankful, suddenly, for the flood of sunlight from the small window high over the washbasin. I realised without it we’d be down here in the darkness – okay, murky daytime ‘darkness’ but darkness nonetheless.
‘If it goes off on a glitch, you push it for one second. Once it stops beeping you move your finger.’
‘Got it. But this isn’t a glitch. This is an actual outage so …’
‘So you do this,’ he said. ‘You push the button down and count to five.’ He pushed his finger to the button near the red light and looked up at me. ‘One … Two …’ On two I blanked out because I was watching the plump invitation of his lips and yes, my eyes had darted back to that lovely strip of exposed skin and his ass. Oh, man, the man had an ass.
‘Are you counting?’
‘Yes,’ I whispered.
‘What number are we on?’
I blinked, took a step back, right into a clothesline strung from the rafters and I promptly freaked the hell out and started waving my arms, dancing in place, screeching – convinced I’d backed up into the world’s largest spider web.
Then I tangled myself in the slack line and screamed in earnest. It wasn’t until Coop, who I could tell was mightily trying not to laugh, grabbed my arms and whispered, ‘Settle down,’ that I stilled.
I’d looped one arm up and one under and had effectively twisted myself up. He reached overhead. ‘Let me just find where it’s hooked and I can …’ he stopped talking, feeling around in the rafters.
‘Spiders,’ I wheezed, reminding him that they were waiting to eat his hand.
‘I think I’ll be fine.’ He looked me in the eye and smiled and that was that. My cunt flexed wetly, my stomach bottomed out and I licked my lips without thinking.
I moved my arm and managed to get my wrist unwound. ‘I think I’ve got it –’
‘Here.’ He gave up trying to find where it was tied and untwisted my other arm as I worked on the right one. I had caught a flash of tattoo at waist level when he’d raised his arms.
‘What is it?’ I asked.
‘What is what?’
I gave up. I’d gone from scared of him, to panicked lunatic twisted up in ropes, to tentatively bold. ‘This?’
I lifted the tail of his shirt and touched the small swatch of colour visible above his waistband. But the blue work pants shielded the rest of the picture from me. When my finger brushed his skin, electricity – real or imagined – hummed along my own skin.
‘Be careful doing that, Farrell,’ he said, catching my hand in his. ‘I’m just a man. And you’re just a new, very beautiful, very intriguing neighbour.’

Sommer Marsden - 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 to see what’s up and drop her a line.