Friday, May 11, 2012

Book Tour for Restless Spirit by Sommer Marsden (Guest Post & GIVEAWAY)

It's an exciting day here today as Sommer Marsden is visiting and talking about her new erotic read Restless Spirit as well as giving everyone who comments the chance to win a digital copy of a book from Sommer's backlist also a paperback copy from her backlist titles.  So that's two winners!  So let's get right to Sommer and her interview with her new release's heroine Tuesday Cane.............

The one it’s all about…

No book is complete without the main character (um…duh). And I had an instant crush on my main character in Restless Spirit. Girl crush to the nth degree. I'm having fun shining a spot light on RS’s main characters. It's sort of like having a psychotic break, but for a good cause. Today we’ll chat with Tuesday, the bleach blonde, dark rooted, baseball bat wielding woman who’s ready to start over. And she’s not really up for anyone’s b.s. along the way.

Her one big regret in this book is that she didn’t make it to Allister Lake when her grandmother was still alive. Still, Tuesday feels her grandmother’s guiding hand even as things get more and more confusing—three men, one her, choices to be made. At times, things even get spooky—but Tuesday is a bit of a bad ass. Not one to let herself cave under pressure. Mostly.

So, Tuesday, Adrian, Reed, Shepherd…how does a girl choose?
[snorts] I know, right? How the hell *am* I supposed to choose from them? I mean, have you *seen* any of them? Not to mention, under it all, they’re all really good guys.

And what about Stan? The one you left behind?
Oh, God, Stan. Another good guy. Not bad in bed, either, if you get me. But Stan’s a smart guy. I’m sure he’s totally moved on by now. He’s not dumb and like I said…not shabby in the sack. Some lucky girl will scoop him up in a heartbeat.

Back to your choice…
Don’t ask me! I mean, Adrian and I go way back. We know each other…um…intimately, if you get me. And Reed, my Lord, that man is damn near beautiful. You’d think that he’d be a stuck up pain in the ass…but he’s not. Not at all. And Shepherd, Jesus…Shepherd is a mind-f*uck of the highest magnitude. Just when you think you’ve figured him out, yeah…no, you haven’t.

That does sound difficult. And all that sex, poor you [laugh].
Yeah, there is that, but between me and you, even with trying to figure out this new life and who I am (not to sound too dramatic), deep down, when I’m still and quiet, I know my choice. I just don’t want to have to deal with it just yet. The time will come.

And what will you do when the time comes, Tuesday?
I’ll suck it up and make a choice. It’s the only thing I can do.

RESTLESS SPIRIT by Sommer Marsden

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?

I turned off onto the lake road for Nan’s and parked by his house. I ran up to the door, screaming – very embarrassing – like a girl due to the deluge. I was soaked by the time I rang the doorbell. 

I rang it again and hugged myself, chills racked my body. ‘Hello?’ I banged on the screen door and glanced at my car. Maybe there was paper in my purse. Maybe I could leave a note. I started for the steps.

‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you,’ he said from behind the screen door.

‘Jesus! I didn’t even hear you open the door! Are you making it a habit to scare the shit out of me?’

He grinned, pushing the screen wide. ‘Sorry. I guess I’m quieter than one would expect. Come on in before you get pneumonia.’

I looked down at myself. Water dripped from my shirt and my jeans. It ran in rivulets from the end of my hair. My boots were so wet when I moved my toes they made squishy sounds. ‘Um, I’m kind of … damp.’

‘Goodness me, don’t ruin the cashmere carpets,’ he growled and grabbed my wrist and tugged me inside.

I squeaked with surprise but found myself standing inside his warm and cosy house on a very threadbare, very old but still very colourful rag rug. ‘Stand here. I’ll get you some towels. Take your boots off.’

I stayed on the rug and bent to unlace them. The main room in his home had the sweeping ceilings like my main room – it was very similar. But his sofa was coffee brown instead of cream like mine. There were tons of throw blankets on the back that made me want to curl up and hibernate among his cushions. The sofa was flanked by huge overstuffed chairs and matching ottomans. A rough raw wood coffee tale completed it. The windows that made me think of blind eyes were transparent once you were inside. I watched the lake dance under the driving rain and waited on the rug like a good girl.

‘Here. Let’s get you warm.’

‘I really only came to say I was sorry.’ I tried to go on but my teeth were chattering and I realised that I had broken out in goosebumps. A shiver worked through me and I said ‘whoa’ without thinking.

‘Come on. You’re going to seriously catch a chill and then you’ll have to let poor Irv down.’

I blinked at him but dumbly stood and let him unbutton my plaid shirt. ‘How did you know?’

He grinned and I fought an insane urge to touch his beard. I failed. So I did reach out and touch it.

We both stilled for a moment and I felt a rush of wetness that had nothing to do with rain. Maybe Allister Lake had turned me into a sex pervert – that was what Nan always called it. That man’s a sex pervert … And thinking that way made me smile. 

Shepherd smiled back and popped the button on my jeans. Hadn’t I just been doing something similar to this with good old Adrian?

He’s a sexual deviant … I heard Adrian’s warning in my head, but instead of fear, I felt nothing but curiosity and lust.

‘Irving called me to thank me for sending you his way. So …’ He pushed my jeans down but didn’t touch my panties. Pale blue, soaking wet, clinging to me. Leaving little to the imagination, clearly accenting a very properly trimmed bit of pubic hair and I swore I could feel my clit – engorged and at attention – pressing to the damp fabric.

His intense brown eyes studied me and I saw the tension in his jaw, barely restrained but sexy as shit.

‘So?’ I barely managed.

‘So, I know you won’t be here for dinner like we’d planned.’ He dropped my jeans on top of my shirt and started to towel me off. First my hair, then my neck. When he dried my shoulders and then over my bra, heat flooded my nipples and my collarbone. I knew that if I looked in the mirror my chest would be flushed a brazen red, the way it gets when I am turned on beyond belief.

‘Oh,’ I said.


His towel – a well-worn green swathe of cotton – slithered down my belly and then caught my arms up to dry them. He dried over my panties and my hips and when he looked up at me my heart seized up.

There was something about seeing a man that big down on his knees.

‘So I thought we could eat late,’ he said.

The towel joined the pile of wet clothes and I rubbed my thighs together, feeling more naked in my wet bra and panties than I would have were I actually naked. ‘OK. We can eat late. I don’t know what time–’

‘Let’s say eleven.’

Shepherd touched my navel and my body galloped with need. The fine muscles in my belly fluttered and my pussy flexed with anticipation. I bit my lip hard to try and focus. I failed.

‘OK.’ I rubbed my legs together again and thought what a stupid thing to do. It only made the full and swollen feeling in my cunt worse. 

‘Am I scaring you?’ He was still on his knees.

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One winner will receive a digital copy of a book from Sommer's backlist & Another winner will receive a print copy of a book from Sommer's backlist.

-To be entered, MUST leave a comment, along with your email addy.
-Two commenters will be chosen randomly from all comments made throughout the tour, so the more tour stops you make a comment on the greater your chances of winning.  A list of all participating blogs can be found here.
-Giveaway ends at 11:59 PM CST on 5/11.


  1. Great character interview. What a shame Tuesday has to choose between three great guys. What's a girl to do? She needs to get lots of personal experience to help her choose. This book sounds amazing. Can't wait to read it. Thanks for the blog tour.


  2. LOL, that made me snicker. "She needs to get lots of personal experience to help her choose." You are a wise woman, Joanne. Thanks for commenting and good luck!

    And thanks to the Scarf Princess for having me today. :)


    1. Thanks for being here Sommer and letting me be a part of the tour! Your steamy read gave me lots of good dreams!

  3. Hi, have been loving the blogtour, 'interviewing' character is a fab idea. I'm already jealous of Tuesday, but in a want to read what she gets up to way, not a bad way! Thanks so much, Jen xx.

  4. Joder, trust me...*writing* that book gave me lots of good dreams ;)

    Hi Jen, I found myself guilty of Tuesday more than once :)


  5. 'being jealous' "guilty of being jealous of Tuesday" that should say. Have not even finished first cup of coffee. Clearly speaking was a bad idea just yet @.@


  6. Thanks for this great giveaway! Gale

  7. Very fun interview. The book sounds good.