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About Sommer Marsden
Sommer Marsden has been called "...one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre" (Violet Blue), "Unapologetic" (Alison Tyler) and "...the whirling dervish of erotica" (Craig J. Sorensen).
Her erotic novels include Muse, Restricted Release, Restless Spirit, Learning to Drown, and Boys Next Door. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe-runner lives in a little house in a little town near Baltimore, Maryland. Her fiction runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.
Sommer's short works can be found in well over a hundred and fifty (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines--both in print and online.
Visit Sommer at Unapologetic Fiction by visiting http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com or find her on social media.
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Bestselling editor and author Alison Tyler applies her erudite erotic curation skills to the topic of sex at the office, resulting in a volume of stories equal parts sexually explicit and utterly compelling.
These splendidly kinky tales of sex at the office twist, turn, arouse and inspire in ways that only today's bestselling erotica authors can deliver: Tyler brings together experts of the craft including Sommer Marsden, Alison Tyler, Thomas S. Roche, Sophia Valenti, Dante Davidson, and more.
"I had this whole big thing planned out; I was going to chastise her for flirting with me, threaten her with some sort of civil charge of sexual harassment, blah blah blah; I had a whole huge monologue in my head, to be delivered while I bent her over my desk and gave her the spanking she so richly deserved.
But when I saw her complete absence of peach-colored panties, a spanking seemed pointless."
—by Thomas S. Roche, from "Peach-Colored Panties"
This books contains adult situations, including spankings, female submission, backdoor play, bisexual women, and explicit scenes. The book also depicts non-monogamous relationships and sexual activity (and penetration) involving more than two individuals. Heterosexual focus.
Table of Contents
Introduction: Cock Around the Clock by Alison Tyler
On The Sly by Sommer Marsden
Peach-Colored Panties by Thomas S. Roche
Too Strong to Break by Sophia Valenti
Morning, Noon, and Night by Alison Tyler
Surrender by Sophia Valenti
The Silent Danger of Paper by Sommer Marsden
Cast of Three by Emilie Paris
The Suit and The Princess by Dante Davidson
On the Mend by Sophia Valenti
Eleven O'Clock Deadline by Thomas S. Roche
A Real Page-Turner by Alison Tyler
About the Authors, About the Editor
From a perverse prince to a vampire-esque Sleeping Beauty, the stars of these reimagined tales arelike the original protagonistschafing at desire unfulfilled. From Cinderella to Sisyphus, mermaids to werewolves, this realm of fantasy is limitless and so very satisfying.
Penned by such erotica luminaries as Shanna Germain, Rachel Kramer Bussel, N. T. Morley, Elspeth Potter, T. C. Calligari, Sommer Marsden, Portia Da Costa and Tsaurah Litzsky, these bawdy bedtime stories are sure to bring you (and a friend) to your own happily-ever-after.
Sommer Marsden has assembled some of her finest. A three way with the boss from hell, a hook up that’s only supposed to last one night but turns into so much more. Featuring some of the author’s favorites such as: She Looked Good In Ribbons, Underpass and Pause - Lucky 13 brings you a baker’s dozen of filthy tales to satisfy every naughty urge.
Needs. We all have them. What you will find in this book are tales—tawdry and otherwise—of folks who are on a mission to fulfill their needs. Or, in some cases, people who are lucky enough to have partners willing to help them meet their needs. Dirty, rough, gritty, coarse, sometimes startling—always stimulating. This is love and lust, fucking and seduction on the rough side. The gritty, edgy underbelly of relationships and love and sex.
CONTENT WARNINGS: This book contains rough sex, explicit sex, explicit language, infidelity, m/f/m sex, m/m sex, ménage, corporal punishment, whipping, seduction and BDSM.
Readers 18+ ONLY
Procrastination is the perfect excuse for Edward to teach Carling a lesson. Employing his own worn leather belt to bind her bare and secure to her desk chair, he shows her that buckling down to do your work can bring some spectacular, heart-stopping rewards.
For Marilee--who doesn't quite feel real having been wrapped in a world of physical perfection--seeing her handsome Jess with "a real girl" is the ultimate foreplay. His dalliance with a gum popping, question asking, hard fucking little blonde is just what she needs to see. And the appetizer of spying from a sea of plasticine figures helps her connect sexually with Jess on a level unlike any other.
A gladiator movie spurs to life a brand new obsession--a fresh new need--for one couple. When Deni askes Alec to whip her, to make her hurt the way she wants--the way she craves--he's hesitant to do so. But the pleasure found in his act of dominance and her moment of ultimate trust is undeniable.
Barber Shop Girl
Confession is good for the soul. And good for the sex life as Piper finds out when she comes clean about a secret job. All her dirty daydreams come true in the Barber Shop when she admits to her long-time friend and recent crush Rob, just what she does to make money and how much of an inspiration he is to her.
Tuesday Cane walks out on her life and her abusive man when she inherits her grandmother’s house at Allister Lake.
There she finds plenty of distractions to take her mind off her loss with her sexy neighbour and handyman Shepherd, former TV star Reed and her old flame Adrian.
But , as time passes, she senses that something is not quite right with her new life. And no amount of steamy sexual encounters can hide her anxiety.
Surrounded by so many interesting men and erotic enticements, Tuesday has no intention of committing to one man ever again. But the more she insists she's nobody's girl, the more she wants to be somebody's girl. Will she continue to be a restless spirit and run from love or will she be won over?
Whether whipping up the perfect confection in the kitchen, feeding a partner a sweet treat direct from your fingertips (or other body parts) or indulging all their senses in a sugar orgy, the characters in these sexy stories are sure to whet your appetite and turn you on. From couples using dessert to add even more intimacy to their relationships to new passions fueled by a shared love of the pleasures of the tongue, Candy Lovers is sure to arouse you. Edited by the award-winning Rachel Kramer Bussel, these are the perfect erotic tales to read whenever you're in the mood…with your favorite candy nearby.
What was so bad?
“I just realized that you were born the year before I graduated.” I suddenly felt less sexy older woman and more of a creepy aged predator.
“So?” He went to the counter and I saw that Pat was working. I waved to her. She looked at me and then at Charlie and gave me a grin. She was only a few years younger than me.
I couldn’t look directly at her and was having vivid fantasies about bursting into flames or the floor opening up and swallowing me whole.
What is wrong with you? He’s a grown man, not a child. He’s young but he’s obviously smart and honest. Who are you to question his attraction to you?
The thought startled me and I pushed my lips together as he paid her for his snack and turned to me. When he looped his arm through mine I felt my body go rigid. “You’re an ageist,” he said in my ear as he led me out of the store.
I put the brakes on in the foyer. It was chilly but there was still heat blowing down from the overhead vents. Charlie looked down at me, his slouchy beanie at the perfect angle on his head to accent how damn pretty he was.
“I am not an ageist!” I hissed. “I’m just a little thrown…is all. I’m…out of practice,” I finished weakly.
“Surely men have flirted with you even when you were married.” He led me out into the whipping wind. Small wet snowflakes were beginning to dot the pavement.
“I guess. I mean, yes, once or twice. But you are—“
He turned to me, his face suddenly serious in the stark white light from the streetlamps that lit the parking lot. “Please don’t tell me I’m not a man, Ace.”
I bit my tongue. Had I been about to say that?
“Oh, I wouldn’t. I mean, I know you are. Just to me you’re so…new,” I said, smiling. I felt almost sad. “You’re so new and your life is stretched out before you. You have all this stuff to do and experience and live. You have lots of marrow to suck up.” I clicked the button on my key fob to unlock the door.
“And your marrow has dried up?” he asked me over the hood of the car.
“What? No! I have plenty of marrow! I just meant…”
“Well, that’s how you’re making it sound.” He opened the door and climbed in. We both shut our doors in unison. He set his chips and soda on the floor and turned to me. “Did it ever occur you, Abby, that I might be your marrow?”
Before I could react or answer, he tucked his palm behind my head and pulled me to him. His mouth was warm and soft. His tongue tasted of the sweet coffee he must have been drinking at work.
I kissed him back. For all I was worth. For every thing I’d once thought I would do but hadn’t. For every dream I hadn’t given a shot. For every wish I’d let drift off into the ether. I kissed Charlie for every single one of those and all the fresh ones I still wanted to give a shot. I kissed him because in that moment in time, he was my damn marrow.
And he was so much smarter than I’d ever even considered.
His fingers slid along my scalp, sifted through my hair.