Release Blitz ~ Beast In Me by Sommer Marsden

Beast in Me - Book 2 of the Divination Falls Trilogy 

By Sommer Marsden

Weather worker Cameron Bale rolls into Divination Falls after being prompted by Spirit and Brother Lighting. He discovers that the small, hidden town full of shifters and magical types is suffering a series of unsettling events. There’s speculation from the town seers that he could be the answer they’ve been looking for. Cameron’s willing to try and help: he’s got nowhere to go and nothing to lose. His life is simply about loneliness and it turns out that Trace, a grumpy wolf with stunning eyes, knows just what that feels like. Cam finds himself wishing maybe they could be alone … together. Oh yeah, and battle whatever evil it is that still lurks in Divination Falls.

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A dragonfly zipped past and Cam watched it go. What next? Bluebirds and butterflies and singing cartoon woodland animals? It was all too nice, too perfect … Surreal.

‘You OK?’ The voice was deep and dark and full of secrets. That was his first impression.

Cameron jumped, clutched at his pounding chest. Inside his heart was going berserk and he felt a little lightheaded with it.

‘I was. Jesus Christ, you scared me.’

Trace grinned with half his mouth. Somehow that little smirk made Cameron think of the big bad wolf. Made him flash back to that body sprawled, lean and powerful, over a small, lumpy bed. Made him remember one of those huge hands on a powerful, hard cock. He licked his lips.

‘Careful, lightning rider. I can smell your emotions.’ Then the wolf chuckled, bending to tie his work boot.

‘I – I’m sorry I spied on you.’ It was all Cameron could think to say.

Trace shrugged. Cameron watched his big shoulders flex with power. He was stunning with his huge body, big, fat attitude, and purple eyes. Just being so close to him made Cameron feel slow-witted and thick-tongued.

‘It was the most excitement I’ve had in ages,’ the wolf said and started to walk.

Cameron watched him go off, his heart sinking. He wanted the man to take his apology seriously. He also admitted to himself he wanted to be close to the wolf. There was no hope of anything happening between them. There was very little hope of anything happening for Cam with anyone. He’d come to terms with that long ago. But still, he could just be near Trace. Remembering the sight of his body and the sound of his voice just outside Cam’s barricaded bedroom door as he brought himself off.

Wolf at the door, he thought, and then shook it off.

Fifty feet away, Trace stopped, and Cameron felt his spine go rigid, his pulse pick up. The man turned to him and shielded his eyes from a bright beam of sunlight between the thick tree branches. ‘You gonna stand there all day admiring my ass, or are you coming?’

Cameron blinked, feeling a wild urge to laugh but pushing it away. ‘Yes! Right!’ he called, bouncing on his toes like one of those perky, hyper dogs. He blushed, but refused to let himself feel silly or embarrassed. He very much wanted to go along.

He hurried along the path until he was almost even with the wolf. Then Trace turned and continued to walk, Cameron right on his heels.

‘Why are you here?’ Trace asked.

The question stunned Cameron but he swallowed hard and tried to focus enough to answer. ‘Good question. I … work with weather. Lightning to be specific. I guess the best way to put it is I was nudged here.’

‘Like with voltage?’ Trace asked with a gruff laugh.

‘Yeah. Sadly, I do get nudged with voltage.’

The wolf turned those deep purple eyes on Cameron and said, ‘What for? What’s here?’

How did eyes get that colour? Cam wondered. Had he been born with them or was it a shifter thing? He had no idea; all he knew was they were the most amazing eyes he’d ever seen. And they were attached to one of the most amazing bodies he’d ever seen.

Trace cocked his head, giving a half grin. ‘Hello?’

‘Sorry! I was just looking –’ He flushed, caught in the act. ‘Your eyes, they’re amazing.’

That closed the bigger man down. He’d had a nice amused and open expression on his handsome face and that fast, it shut down like someone turning the lights off in an empty house. ‘Thanks. I guess. They’re the product of a very bad infection when I was a kid.’ He turned on his heels and kept walking without further explanation.

Cameron had to force himself to swallow. He had just complimented the first man he’d lusted after in goodness knew how many years on some sort of mutation? Something that clearly upset him when discussed. Good going, dumbass!

Cameron hurried along the patch, ducking reaching branches and praying there was no poison ivy to be found here in Divination Falls. ‘I’m sorry! I didn’t know. And I don’t know what’s here. Or why I am,’ he gasped, finally catching up.

The wolf shrugged. He shot Cameron a sideways glance and said, ‘Why would you know what’s here?’ He stopped fast and Cam found himself almost crying out from the sudden shift in motion. ‘As for why you’re here, how could you not know that?’

‘I never really know until it’s revealed,’ Cameron said. He kept his gaze pinned at Trace’s chin so he wouldn’t get mesmerized by those stunning eyes that clearly upset the custodian.

‘Was it me, maybe?’ Trace asked, his lips twisting into a grin. ‘Was it secretly watching me jack off? Was that your big mission?’ He took a step toward Cameron which forced the lightning rider to step back. Or get crushed against an angry wolf.

‘I’m sorry,’ Cam breathed. ‘It wasn’t my intention and then I couldn’t …’ He shook his head. His skin was tingling and he wondered if he was going to get struck. Or worse yet, if Trace would strike him. ‘You might want to step back,’ he said without thinking.

‘Why is that?’ the wolf asked, taking a step forward. ‘Am I invading your space?’

‘I get it,’ Cam stammered. ‘I invaded your privacy. I’m no better than a pervert. I know! But you could get …’

The wind kicked up. It often did when he was frightened or excited and his blood leapt in his veins and his heart beat fast with arousal. His last lover had been zinged by energy one too many times and when some of his hair had actually caught fire, he’d bailed. Calling Cameron a freak in the process. Cam wasn’t up for either Trace being hurt or thinking him a freak.

‘I might get what? And it’s OK – you invaded my privacy, now give me an excuse to invade yours.’ He pushed his face closer and Cameron caught a flickering of animal shine in the man’s eyes. They turned golden around the very iris and a fast, steady pulse beat at the base of Trace’s neck. When he took Cameron’s wrist in his big hand and squeezed, Cam felt the air rush out of him. His cock pressed eagerly to his jeans and he tried his best to focus on something – anything! – besides the wolf so maybe his hard-on would abate. No such luck because Trace took his warm hand and very briefly cupped the evidence of arousal in Cam’s pants. ‘Looks like you’re still a bit worked up from last night.’

‘You were watching me in wolf form.’

‘I was.’

‘You heard me.’ It wasn’t a question. Very briefly, Cam wished for Trace to put his hand back. To touch him.

‘I did. I also smelled you and tasted you on the wind. Do you know when you come your breath does this shuddery little sigh thing?’

‘No.’

‘Well, it does.’

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 Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, Big Bad, Learning to Drown, Wanderlust and the Zombie Exterminator series. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora's Cave, Pretty Things Press, Resplendence Publishing and Mischief Books. 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.
Links:
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Winner for the Ebook of Big Bad from the Sommer Marsden Guest Post

Thanks to the help of the Random.Org gods for Big Bad Ebook winner is :

Kristina

Thanks to Sommer Marsden for a awesome guest post and giveaway! I am currently reading Big Bad for review and it is something ...and i mean that in a good way.

If you did not win this time...there are more giveaways to come in the future

Guest Post and Ebook Giveaway with Sommer Marsden for Big Bad

United By Books is pleased to let Sommer Marsden Take over the blog for the day to tell you a little bout her and her book Big Bad. So without further hold up take it away Sommer....

The Scariest Twist

By Sommer Marsden

It’s very easy to write a book. It’s even very easy to write a paranormal book. Well, at this point it is—for me anyway…sometimes. It’s easy to  turn it in, do edits, promote it and talk it up (mostly). What is never easy for me—the scariest twist of all—is waiting for reader response.

Since this is a reader driven blog, I figured I’d say that.

A big part of what makes a writer is the ability to connect with readers via work. I’ll say that again: via work. It’s great to chat and tweet and FB each other, and all that jazz, but if the work doesn’t land…well, pardon my French, you my friend are hosed.

So far, every time I’ve had a release, I’ve held my breath, sure that this…this is the one I will be nailed for. My readers will point and laugh, wonder what I was thinking, turn their backs on me, stop buying my books, stop talking to me on Twitter and Facebook and…gasp. Not like me anymore.

So far that hasn’t happened.

But it’s always a worry. At least for a person like me.

Reader response and putting yourself out there for ‘judgment’ as it were is always the scariest twist. Above bad guys, vampires, werewolves…and other deadly things. Vulnerability is the most terrifying thing of all.

That being said, I have a question and you know, curiosity killed the erotica writer—

Do those of you who have been rabid avid readers all your lives like our new Twitter/Facebook/Blogolicious world where you can interact (usually) with your favorite writers…or do you miss the mystery of a writer who just writes and isn’t available for chatter and chat?

I have an electronic copy of Big Bad to give away to one lucky commenter. If you go to my blog http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com Unapologetic Fiction and comment on every stop of the Big Bad Blog Bash, you’re in for a chance to win Ruby’s socks (pictured on my blog—werewolf sex not included).

Now away we go with an excerpt…

XOXO

Sommer

Excerpt from BIG BAD by Sommer Marsden

“So you came over and broke into my house for sausage?” I kept my body angled toward the stove to keep myself in command. I was on the verge of just turning off the fire and leading him back to my bedroom. Instead, I put the splatter guard on the frying pan and turned the oven on to warm some bread.

“In my defense, I tried the store first. But all was dark.”

“I kept closed today. A busy day inside my head, I figure folks could live without me for one day. We are within two miles of like…three big grocery stores.”

“Still, this place has been here forever.” He straddled one of the tall short-backed stools that sat at my dining island. His fingernails trailed a small crack in the countertop and I found my eyes glued to the way he touched it. I wanted Ellis to touch me that way.

I wrapped a loaf of French bread in aluminum foil and popped it in the oven. The butter dish almost fell out of my hand because I was shaking. He laughed and desire flared in the pit of my belly.

“You don’t need to be so nervous.”

“But I do.”

“Why?”

I shrugged and carefully set the butter dish on the counter. “Should I even have cooked this meat for you?”

That got me an honest to god laugh and I smiled. It was unusual to see such an open and calm look on his serious face. Ellis was one of those men who looked brooding even when he wasn’t. “You gonna toss it to me raw?”

“I didn’t mean…I mean, I’m not trying to offend…I…” I shook my head, frustrated with myself and how flustered I was.“My god. I don’t know what the fuck I mean beyond is it okay that I’m cooking this?”

“Of course.” He took my hand and I felt a curl of heat that begged me to flame it. That insisted I lean in and kiss him.That I let him take me and bend me to his will. I swallowed hard and pulled my hand away.

“Okay then.”

I set the sausage, still sizzling on the plate in front of him. Tugging the bread from the oven with a mitt, I swore as I burned my arm on the top of the metal door. Two things happened simultaneously. My skin blistered and my kimono gaped and Ellis was there, shutting the door and pulling me against him. He sat on the stool and yanked me into his lap. I reached for the butter and he stilled my hand. “Old wives’ tale,” he said.

“What?” I couldn’t think being this close. I couldn’t feel or smell or see anything but Ellis Bach and as much as I had fantasized about him, as much as I wanted him, it boggled my mind that not only had I not thrown myself at him yet, I was sort of being coy. But not intentionally.

It was instinct. I was being cautious. Like an animal uncertain of the person offering it food and affection.

“Do you want wine with your burn? Food! Do you want wine with your food?” I tried to pull away and he held me tight, one arm slung almost casually over my midsection but it felt like an iron vise.

“Where you going, little bird?” he rumbled in my ear. My nipples went hard, my skin hot and cold and prickly.

“To the counter,” I breathed.

His lips were a millimeter away, the heat off of his skin slid along mine. It felt like a physical touch, that heat off his skin. “But here’s a counter. Funny thing about counters is you can set things on them and then do stuff. Like little birds in silky robes. I could put you up there and spread your legs. Then I could really eat.”

Blurb for BIG BAD by Sommer Marsden

Lust according to Ruby:

You read those books where they explain it all away. They make it fine with rationalization. But what if I just want to? What if that's my whole reason? My life is not a romance novel. I don’t need justification. I’m a grown woman who knows what she wants. 

 I want Ellis. And I want Tyler. 

 And I won’t apologize...

 What’s worse than wanting both your best friend who’s a vampire and the just-back-in-town alpha werewolf you find yourself fixated on? Finding out that the werewolf in question wants you, too. But he isn’t too keen on the sharing part. Oh, and by the way, you’re his dead mate.

 Okay, okay, dead is harsh—reincarnated.

 What’s worse than that? Realizing that you believe the whole crazy tale of reincarnation. Because it seems to be true.

 And yet you still want them both—together. Vampire and werewolf and you in the middle. Stuck between two predators who want you and only you. To complicate it all, you find out that you can have it. With your new/old mate’s blessing. But just one time before he claims you as his. 

 Are you brave enough to take it? That one shot?

 Well...Are you?

 Warnings: This title contains graphic sex and language, spanking, m/f/m sex, multiple partners.

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United By Books would like to thank Sommer Mardsen for taking over for the day, with a great post and giveaway. To enter the giveaway answer Sommer's question in a comment with a valid email address to contact you if you win.  The giveaway will go from 10/19/11 - 10/23/11 winner will be picked on Monday