Take it away, Sommer:
Missing In Action
I don’t know if it’s normal or even rational to do so—but I really missed my characters when this book was done. I wrapped up BIG BAD and my time with Ruby, Ellis, Tyler and Peabody felt far from done. So I took a week off and then I went and I wrote the sequel. To find out what my missing in action characters had been up to.
Unheard of for me. Very heard of for other writers, but not so much for yours truly. The zombie books and the Seekers series don’t count for one reason: they are pretty much a long serialization in my head. They’re one long story told in pieces. But BIG BAD felt like a full story told. But hey, hunh, go figure…still more to say.
So I put my writer’s hat back and dove back in. Long Lost, the sequel will be out in December.
Maybe it’s wrong to fall for characters that hard. Maybe it’s abnormal *cough* to miss people who don’t exist. But hey, as Popeye said: I yam what I yam and that’s all that I yam.
And what I yam is mentally prepping to pimp the next and final (maybe…probably…surely!...mostly) tale of Ruby and Ellis.
Excerpt from BIG BAD by Sommer Marsden
I took a shower, standing in the heat and steam and wondering if I had been stupid to take Tyler at his word. He was a guy, after all. And hot-headed, possessive and even petulant on occasion. It was part of why I loved him. Being a vampire didn’t cool that part of his nature any, but he wasn’t over the top about it.
“Which is why you took him at his word and went ahead and dove head first into your natural lust for him, you dipshit,” I scolded myself. The water blazed super hot and outside I heard a crack of thunder. Odd to have a thunderstorm this late in the season. I climbed out, because being electrocuted was not on my To-Do list for today.
Rain beat the windows and inside of me a pulse seemed to beat in time with the weather. I could feel the sex and the orgasms’ ghosts deep in my pussy. The bite on my back beat in time with my cunt and my heart. They were already healing. Most of the bites from earlier were already gone. I’d have to ask Tyler about that.
I wiped the steam from the mirror and stared at myself. My own blue eyes, my own dark blond hair. I spotted a few silver strands mixed in with the brown and platinum. Truth be told, I didn’t mind. “So this is what I look like.”
The words startled me. More than the words, though, the ease with which that unanticipated sentence rolled off my tongue.
I touched my reflection. My pale eyes, my wet hair, my lips. I closed my eyes and thought of Ellis. How close he had been. That kiss. The feel of his hard cock pressed to my split and the feel of his heart banging against my chest. Part of me marveled that I’d been able to fend him off after wanting him for this amount of time.
I blew out a sigh that sounded shuttering and weak even to me and put my hair up in a towel. I tied my pale lavender kimono tight and opened the door. To Ellis Bach.
“Jesus Christ on a cracker you scared the shit out of me,” I yelled.
He flinched but laughed softly too. “I’m out of sausage. I came to see if you had some.”
I blinked, feeling stupid and flustered and buck naked despite the silk that barely covered me. “The store is closed,” I said dumbly.
He hooked his hand in the soft pale belt and tugged so I staggered forward a bit. “Maybe you have some. In your fridge or something.”
Great. First I had sex and dinner with a vampire. Now the wolf had shown up for a late night snack.
It wasn’t hard to let my mind trip back through earlier in the day on our walk. It was very easy to feel his skin and his breath on me. And now with his hand trapped in the belt of my robe and the invisible sparks of energy shooting off of him—that I could feel everywhere—I wanted him with an almost violent urgency
So I stepped back. He grinned and I studied the gingery brown stubble along his cheeks and jaw. His hair was the color of honey in the sun, dark and light and red at times. It was no particular color of hair and I wanted to push my fingers into it and feel the thick unruly waves under my fingers. He kept it much shorter than Ty’s but not too short and I imagined what it would be like to tug that hair while he went down on me.
My nipples pebbled under my clothes and my throat made a little gaspy noise before I could stifle it.
“I can smell how much you want me,” he whispered. “So don’t be embarrassed. I can smell it as surely as I could smell you in the shower all hot and slippery from the water. The water and the heat accents your natural smell. Like baking a chicken makes the house smell good.”
“Are you comparing me to poultry?”
“Maybe, innocent little bird. You have to be careful for wolves,” he chuckled.
Ellis was fast and he pressed his pink lips to my lips. I went stiff and then kissed him back hungrily. I could worry about my nerves later. I held his huge shoulders and pressed myself to him, realizing that one man had just left and here I was kissing another.
But I felt no guilt. Why should I? This was what I wanted and it was okay. There was no one there to tell me that it wasn’t.
“You smell confused.”
“You need to stop smelling me.”
Ellis wrapped his hands around my waist and tugged me in. He buried his face to the place where my neck met my shoulder and inhaled deeply. It made me tingle and I shivered against him, feeling his hot breath on my cooling skin. “But you smell so good,” Ellis said, his mouth pressed to my skin as he spoke.
I relaxed into his embrace, taking in his scent now. Feeling the intense heat that radiated off of him and warmed the front of my kimono. “God you’re hot.”
“Thanks. You’re pretty sexy yourself.”
I snorted. “I mean heat, heat. Like hot to touch.”
“Metabolism thing. We burn hotter and faster than most. Unlike your chilly friend.”
I pressed my hand to his hard chest, feeling his heart galloping under my palm. He was excited. The heat that warmed my fingers was intense. Like touching a wood burning stove. I wondered what that would feel like naked flesh pressed to naked flesh.
“I could show you, ” he said, cocking an eyebrow.
“I could show you what you were just wondering. All you have to do is take off that silly little bit of silk and I can show you how hot I feel against you.”
“How did you…are you…”
“Psychic? No, little bird. But I am good at reading expressions and yours had dirty written all over it.”
Heat flooded my cheeks and I pushed past him. “Let me check on that sausage.”
“Oh you leave me open for a good sausage double entendre,” Ellis growled.
“And hopefully you won’t take it since you’re not oh…fourteen.”
“Come on, Ruby. All males are fourteen at heart.”
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?
Warnings: This title contains graphic sex and language, spanking, m/f/m sex, multiple partners.
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