Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Happy Halloween!

Pumpkin inspired by pretty ladies
So I am not the best book marketer or seller or anything to do with promoting my work - but I do love crafting, so thought I would bring you this post via the beautiful medium of pumpkin carving :D

(Don't worry - there is a book plug in here somewhere...)

Here is a pumpkin inspired by pretty ladies.

Can you feel the promo coming? Can you? Well here it is:

Inspired by A Clockwork Butterfly
This next pumpkin is inspired by my first erotic novel, A Clockwork Butterfly...

On sale now for nearly half price - but hurry, sale ends on Halloween! See? How smooth was THAT for a bit of product placement?!

Have a lovely spooky, sexy, saucy Halloween and read lots of books!

Sale links!

A Clockwork Butterfly - Book 1 in The Meeting Point trilogy
A steamy hot erotic novel for only $2.99!
Amazon UK
All Romance
Beachwalk Press

Mia's Books is only $0.99 at selected stores
Award winning ghostly erotica just in time for the dark spooky nights coming in...
Amazon UK
All Romance
Beachwalk Press

Hope you enjoyed my pumpkins! What's you're favourite design to carve? x x x

Tuesday, 22 October 2013

Tis Done!

Well chaps and chapessess,

I'm just stopping by to exclaim that I finished a manuscript! I just put down the final word on my last book in The Meeting Point trilogy - and it was the word FIN. I always end my books with that one word. I always have - The End just doesn't seem to fit for me. Maybe FIN is pretentious or a bit dramatic, but hey- I'm a writer! It's what I do - pretend and be dramatic *flounce* :D

So now what?

Welllll, don't expect to see this book anytime soon! I have to go through every word and punctuation mark until I'm happy about the grammar, style, pacing, characterisation, mood, tone, continuity, plot line and conclusion. Because it's a trilogy, I'll have to go through the other two books *plug* A Clockwork Butterfly and Taking Flight (on sale now) - to see if I've forgotten about any plot twists or characters that have just simply disappeared from my memory! As if, surely not! But hey, it happens...

So far from reaching from the champers... oh who am I kidding, pass the bubbly! There may be a long way to go, but for now, I'll take the joy and satisfaction that comes from getting it down and out of my brain that ends with the delightfully dramatic and pretentious, FIN.

Thanks for stopping by x x x

PS - shhh, don't tell anyone but the book is called Finding Unity.
Here's a bit about The Meeting Point: It's an erotic trilogy exploring a future where the world is in peril and humans are facing extintion. Don't worry - it is still a world of beauty and passion where everyone delights in the spiritual joy of sexual abandon :D
Here are some pictures of our world which inspires, fulfills and excites me every day...

Growing, not slipping

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Where have all the nipples gone now?

I've decided to revisit this post from ages ago on the Spicy Authors blog (My Beachwalk pals)

It's been a while since I got any new undies but leading in to autumn always makes me think of lovely new
undergarments... and then I remembered about this post - some things never change...

Choose some nice lingerie - easy task?

No, ladies, it was not.

And I'll tell you why! Remember not so long ago I called for a Visible Panty Line revival?

Well my trip to the underwear shops - both online and real, got my blood boiling... Why, WHY are all bras so padded? I don't understand. Now I am in no way what one would call 'well endowed' - but I have enough to keep me happy and don't feel the need to make them look any bigger - a little push up now and then, ok, I'll give you that, but that's not really why I'm raving on...

My big problem is that while these brassieres may give you a little ooomf, what they take away is far more serious - the nipple!

Surely one of the highlights of the adult world is to catch a peek of a nipple through a tight T-shirt - or blouse? But with these contraptions, a lady would have to be packing rockets on the end of her bosoms to even show a glimpse of her little delights.

So ladies, I'm calling for us to unite - free the nipples from the tyranny of these armoured monsters!

Um, I'm done now... better go see if I can unpick the  padding from that new bra...

Though to be fair to my occasional hypocrisy - I do allow those vintage bras from the 50s that are bullet proof and elevate your breasts to a pointed cone - visible in your own eyeline. Those, I can do ;)

By the way - None of my heroines wear padded bras - in fact my heroines rarely wear bras at all with all that 'love-on-the-run-cavorting-outside' going on!
let me know what you think!

All my Beachwalk Press books are currently on a less than half price sale! -check out this page
It should cater for all your favourite retailers!

Thanks for joining me today - I'd be nuthin without ya x x x x

Saturday, 12 October 2013

Dreaming in Color with Alison Tyler

Dreaming in Color
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I'm totally delighted to have Alison Tyler here with me today talking about dreaming in color - (look at me talking American!)
Thanks for coming by Alison x x x
One of my best friends likes to discuss her fantasy life. In her dreams, Jax lives in a pure, stark room with a simple hardwood floor. No furniture except a mattress on the corner and a white blanket. One chair. A hook on the wall where she can hang the chair while she sweeps. Yeah, in her fantasy, she sweeps.
Now, for some, this would seem extreme. But the interesting part to me is that her tiny dwelling couldn’t be less like the fantasy. Her room overflows with books, scarves, jewelry, knickknacks. I love her room. I’d hate her fantasy.
And yet…
I sometimes have this image, myself. A thought that I could live in a stylized environment. Like in a magazine, you know? With one chosen piece of art on a wall. With the “right” accessories.
That’s sure to happen. Never.
Wherever I’ve lived, I’ve made a wall. How do you make a wall? I mean, I’ve claimed a wall. What starts out white and peaceful and Zen becomes a ball of confusion. I tack up postcards, business cards, fortune cookies, images of lipsticks and boots and candles and ticket stubs articles poems from the New Yorker.
What I’ve come to decide is that this wall represents my brain. My mind if filled with color and memories and, yeah, lipstick and boots. I stared at my wall often while writing Dark Secret Love:

“I don’t really see my surroundings all that much,” he admitted. “I’ve always been more into the mental than the physical.” I understood what he meant. Sometimes, I’d see him on the couch, and I’d think he was sleeping, but he’d be pondering some aspect of a case he was working on. Gone from the physical world. Lost to me until he pulled himself back. I’d learned by now not to disturb him at times like this; it would be like waking a bear from deep hibernation.
I pushed on. “But the flowers, the candles in the bathroom, the books on the coffee table.” I’d bought them at my favorite bookstore on Sunset, selecting black and white photography books. Not trying to crash Jack’s world to the ground. Simply to enhance it. I was an Art History major at school. I knew which books to choose.
“You’re all the color I need,” Jack said, coming closer, setting his drink down on the nightstand.  “You seem to blend in at first, dark hair, pale skin, perfect for my black and white environment. But then you change.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your cheeks turn pink when I make you blush. Your lips become a dark berry color when you bite them, nervous, wondering what I’m going to do to you next. Your ass, after I spank you, takes on that wonderful shade of well-punished red—“
I squeezed my eyes shut tight. I’d been hoping to get a rise out of him, and clearly I had. But the way he was talking, and moving, poetic and slow, had me off balance. Sometimes when Jack was on his way home from work, he’d call and give me a chore, or an assignment, letting me know what was in store for me. "Get out the crop." "Put on your collar." Other times, he’d burst through the door with electric energy, take me in the hallway, or out on the balcony. But this was different. He was moving slow, like a panther stalking its prey, and I felt mesmerized, at his mercy.
“Look at me.”
I couldn’t disobey. I opened my eyes, wrapping my arms tight around my body under that blanket. It felt silly now to have bought the thing. So noticeable in this stark black-and-white world. What was I trying to prove?
The character of Sam is very me. I dream in color, too.

Alison Tyler is the author of more than twenty-five novels, most recently Dark Secret Love and the soon-to-be-released The Delicious Torment (both from Cleis Press). Visit her at for updates, reviews, and subtle sarcasm—but never square dancing.

Thanks Alison... I've got goosebumps - loved that excerpt x x

Sunday, 6 October 2013

Ebook Sale!

It doesn't happen often so get your fingers on the clicky bits - Two of my books are on sale: Mia's Books and A Clockwork Butterfly - woot!
Mia's Books is only $0.99 at selected stores
Award winning ghostly erotica just in time for the dark spooky nights coming in...
Amazon UK
All Romance
I'll update with more links as they come in... now, lemme see those fingers! Click here

Ghost lover or mortal—can Mia have both?

Mia has a big problem. She is in love with two people, and one of them happens to be a ghost. After a late night seduction in a deserted library, Mia brings home a haunted book. The book contains a ghost which instructs her to seduce strangers on its behalf. Mia falls in love with one of her conquests and finds herself in a romantic tangle. Can she keep both her lovers, or will she have to choose?
From Frishawn at Nocturne Romance Reads
"This novella is just the feather to tickle the fancy of the reader who loves the forbidden. With steamy scenes in places that would make the boldest exhibitionist blush, to a paranormal affair to remember, and a romance reminiscent of Ghost, this book has it all."
From Shelia at Two Lips Reviews
"Mia's Books is about lost love, found love, and finding what you least expect to find in love. It is a bold, adventurous book with an unlikely menage that is delicious."
From Candy at Sensual Reads
"Tabitha Rayne introduces a totally wicked story of love and lust. Ms. Rayne lays out a feast of sexual pleasure that will please any reader."

A Clockwork Butterfly - Book 1 in The Meeting Point trilogy
A steamy hot erotic novel for only $2.99!
Amazon UK
All Romance
Again, I'll update when more come in! Click here

Lovers torn apart by duty…will Angelo and Lena be reunited?

Mankind is close to extinction. Toxins have all but wiped out the male population. The remaining fertile men are housed in manors where their seed is collected.

Lena Lee is a new collector with a rare pheromone believed to reignite human fertility. She's assigned a male who's predicted to be her perfect match.

Angelo, a clockwork butterfly maker, is held captive, his essence harvested daily by Lena. Over time, the couple begins to fall in love, something which is strictly prohibited. When their forbidden love is discovered, Lena is banished from the manor.

Torn apart by the duty that brought them together, Lena and Angelo must find a way back to each other. But even if Angelo manages to escape, he doesn't know where to find Lena. Will following the path of the clockwork butterfly lead him to his true love?

Editorial Reviews:
From Kristin at Siren Book Reviews
"Sexy. Erotic. Emotional. A creative tale of a future where men are nearly extinct. Crisp and descriptive, Tabitha has made it easy for the reader to become immersed in the world she has created while the explicit sexual interactions paired with the author's ability to convey the passion shared by the characters keeps the reader engaged."

I hope you might fancy giving them a whirl!
With so much love and thanks from Tabitha x x x

Wednesday, 2 October 2013

I Spy with Sommer

Here's the lovely Sommer Marsden... spying! 

I Spy Voyeurism in This Book

I've always been one of those people who will say, Oh, I don't think voyeurism would work for me. Personally. Not my thing. But then I end up writing a voyeuristic scene and I go: Oh! I get it! Now I remember why people get off on this stuff.

There's voyeurism-on-purpose in Restricted Release and then, quite a hot scene, where the voyeurism is quite accidental. Until...ya know...Clara should turn away and stop watching but doesn't.

What is it about watching someone when they don't know it that's such a turn-on? Is it that they're vulnerable? Not putting on the face that most of us put on when we go out into the world? That we simply should not be looking?

Probably all of the above. All I can say is, Clara never considered herself very voyeuristic. Until she was a faced with this:

Nothing screws with your head like waking up in the dark without being able to remember actually falling asleep. I rolled to my belly. Six p.m. Streetlights threw white discs of light onto my bedroom wall. I heard a gentle tapping and realized it was rain—maybe even sleet—hitting my house.
“What the hell?”
I remembered being sprawled on the bed in a patch of sun and talking to Cat. I remembered hanging up and lying there, my mind playing over every slate-colored shade in the pencil sketch Matt had done of me. And then I must have dozed off. Since becoming single, my sleep usually came in violent fits and starts. We wrestled each other until sleep usually won and I went down fighting.
This time it seemed to have settled on me like a soft blanket. Another oddity for this strange day.
I climbed to my feet and my stomach rumbled. I was hungry. Really hungry. But first I had to pee. A spur-of-the-moment nap will do that to a girl. In the bathroom, I took care of business and washed my hands and face. Braiding my hair, I caught a flash of motion from the bathroom’s floor-to-ceiling window. When I peeked I saw a naked, toned Matt Millen stepping out of his shower. The man had no curtains yet.
“Score,” I whispered softly and laughed at myself. But I didn’t even pause to consider. I simply cut the lights and stepped up to the tall thick-glassed window.
Matt was a work of art himself. His back and shoulders were expansive and muscular. He sported some seriously cut arms and a chest that made me emit a little inadvertent sigh. Water glistened on his super-short hair and he ran his towel over it just once to dry it.
I shifted on my feet, the attraction I felt for him beating a steady rhythm in me. I was wet, I realized, and it gave an urgency to my emotions I hadn’t felt for a long while. Wanting him wasn’t just an abstract feeling at the moment. It was a true need. My gut instinct was to march over there and jump Matt like a crazy sex maniac.
“A sex pervert,” I snickered. Which was what Cat had always said when we were growing up and dating a new guy. I hope he’s not a sex pervert.
Only I was pretty sure—after a super-long dry spell and the bizarre instant attraction to this new man—that I was sort of hoping he was a sex pervert.
A kinky, kinky sex pervert…
He turned in profile toward his medicine cabinet and toweled off. His cock was semi-hard and impressive. These houses feel close together by nature, but you don’t know how close they really are until a moment like this one.
I used to joke with Mrs. Desalvo that if she ran out of toilet paper I could hand her a roll in a pinch. Now a nude man who I lusted after was in Mrs. D’s bathroom with a semi-erection. He felt no more than a gnat’s ass away from me.
It seemed utterly natural when I slipped my hand into my jeans and found my clit. It had been ages since I’d had sex but it has also been about a month since I’d even gotten myself off. And now—now my runaway pulse told me—I needed to get myself off. I needed an orgasm. It felt like a bare-bones necessity; it was as simple as that.

Like I said, I'll tell you I'm not a voyeur. I don't really get it. It's not my thing. But if I passed an open window with a tempting view do I really think I’d look away?

Probably not.

Should I? Yes. But should and would are two different things, now aren't they?


Copyright © SOMMER MARSDEN, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Clara is the recovering anorexic who’s nearly become a shut-in after the end of her emotionally abusive marriage. Matt is the new boy next door. Graphic artist, nice guy, funny…accepting of Clara.  She wants him, he wants her—but Clara is afraid.
Nadia is the stand-in—Matt’s idea, Clara’s challenge to accept. A longtime friend of Matt’s, she’s a sexual surrogate intended to guide Clara until she’s not afraid of Matt’s desire for her or hers for him. Twosomes become threesomes, watching becomes touching and lust becomes love.
When Matt moved in next door, lust was the last thing Clara expected. Two lovers never crossed her mind. And the need to make a choice was something she thought she’d never encounter. But she’s bolder now, healing, and everything has changed. And a choice must be made, no matter how hard.
Inside scoop: Clara’s healing includes a hot woman who wants to show her how desirable she is, as well as f/m/f menag├ęs.
Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
All Romance eBooks
Ellora’s Cave
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 Restricted Release, Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, and Learning to Drown. 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.Visit her at Unapologetic Fiction