Thank goodness for America. Why? Because 3,000 miles separate Sommer Marsden and me and I truly believe the world is not ready for the two of us to get together on the same coast. Sommer Marsden is the author of 16 million short stories, novellas, and novels. Oh, wait. I think I got that number wrong. 16 million and 12.
Ms. Marsden is one of the most prolific writers I’ve ever met. The quality of her writing is phenomenal. You read a story, and you believe the characters exist, like Ted and Treece from Sneaking in the Back Door from explicit e-book collection Bad Ass:
I didn’t want to, but I pulled away from Ted. Hot tears of embarrassment and yes, frustration, trailed down my face. I bit my lip because I was afraid I’d start sobbing harder and then ultimately have the adult version of a temper tantrum. He collapsed beside me, brushed my hair out of my face. “We don’t have to do this, Treece.”
“I don’t want to die an anal sex virgin.” My body was cooling, little tics and pops of pleasure from our sex. It was I who’d insisted on getting him hard again and trying for the anal.
“You’re twenty-four, baby. You plan on dying soon?”
I squinted my eyes tight, mortified at my failure. And that was how I saw it. “No, but still.”
Or Misty and Meredith from Waiting for the Harvest from Eat Me: Succulent Stories of Edible Erotica:
Misty pressed against me, peering at the vegetable in my hand.
“It is rather…male, isn’t it?”
“Looks like a cock,” Misty said.
I clapped my hands shut over the carrot and said, “Shh!”
“Is it a secret cock?”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. “It reminds me of that cartoon you showed me that one time.”
“The farmer’s wife fucking herself with a carrot?”
“Yeah, that one.” I opened my hands again and stared at the bulbous, phallic carrot.
Misty grabbed my hand and said into my ear. “Come on. Let’s take your boyfriend home and put him to good use.”
“What? What does that mean?” I squealed, but in my belly a warm stripe of anticipation flared hot. My skin pebbled all over and my scalp tingled with excitement.
Ms. Marsden’s characters have fun. They live life. They get laid. I always look forward to delving into their private worlds – discovering their history, finding out what makes them purr.
Coupling, one of our selections of the month, was edited by Ms. Marsden, who got the idea for the collection when so many people started commenting about her stories that dealt with committed couples and fabulous sex. She felt the point needed to be made, or at least celebrated, that commitment isn’t the death knell, but the party gong. Good sex, honest sex, fun sex often starts with coupledom. It definitely does in Coupling!
WE KILL DEAD THINGS just came out yesterday from Resplendence Publishing, and I’m putting the final touches on the sequel to that.“Currently, I’m working on three million projects. Heh. Okay, so not three mill, but a bunch. Right now I’m working on the final editing stages of a paranormal novel (the were/human/vamp triangle I said I’d never do) and am actively writing the sequel (also said I’d never do). Also my zombie book
And um…oh, I’m proofing my mainstream crime fiction novel. Plus, another small December Ink collection is in the final stages. It includes some sinfully good writers and I’m incredibly psyched about it. And what? Oh yeah! My free live novel Wanderlust.
On my blog, I’m writing us from the east coast to the west and there’s tons of fucking, emotion and angst along the way. So, that in a nutshell is what I’m working on. Pass the coffee. Pass the wine. What day is it?”