Sommer Marsden — Poster Boy for Fabulous

This is me, dusting and polishing the blog, and doing my best not to fanboi all over the place. Some of you may know what a fan I am of Sommer Marsden and her writing. She has a way with slightly goofy heroines, controlling heroes, and the hot—and often kinky—sex they have together. Anyway, Sommer's Poster Boy for Average was released earlier this month from Ellora's Cave, and I'm happy to welcome her today to tell us a bit about it. Without further ado!

There’s something heart stopping about that moment you’re around someone you’ve had a dirty fantasy about. Someone who’s been your mastubatory fodder. Especially if there’s even a slim chance it could go beyond the fantasy point. That’s a lump in your throat moment, even more so if they’re on to you. Or as I like to call it: don’t look at my nipples, don’t look at my nipples, don’t look…

Blurb:

Indie photographer and book cover artist Aubrey Singleton is living up to her last name. A long summer at the lake has cured her of her recent breakup, and she’s embracing life as a single woman. What she’s not prepared for is to come back home to find she has a handsome new single neighbor.

Mike Sykes is a roofer—though he’s afraid of heights—a father of two and recently divorced. Oh and one might classify him as smoking hot.

The photographer in Aubrey is smitten, the single woman in her is breathless. She’s ready to make Mike a star—on book covers and, though she’s wary of a broken heart, in her life. He’s not so sure. Mike sees himself as a life complication due to his younger son’s illness, and not hot by a long shot. In fact, he thinks he’s the poster boy for average.

But a “business” trip to Key West, rife with hunky models, sets a backdrop for a shot at true love…

Excerpt:

“Didn’t you just run?” Just the running in place was getting to her. She felt her heart give that little fish-flop thing it did sometimes. She had decided to do this to get away from thoughts of Mike. Now he was going to come with her?

She stifled a groan.

“I did. But I could go for a bit longer.”

This time she did groan.

“You sure you’re okay?”

Aubrey moved forward as tan, glistening Mike kept pace with her. His legs were as nice as his arms. “I’m fine. Just out of shape.”

He grinned, staring straight ahead. Aubrey was glad he wasn’t looking at her because the grin did strange things to her. Made the sensation in her pussy seem to hum through her entire body. Despite the warm autumn sun, her nipples peaked hard inside her sports bra.

In her head the mantra don’t look at my nipples, don’t look at my nipples, don’t look…was on a constant loop.

“You look pretty in shape to me, Aubrey.”

“Ugh. You won’t say that in another block or so.”

“No?” He seemed to be gaining energy instead of losing it and Aubrey hated him just a little for it.

But then she thought of the stamina he must have and had to cut off another surprised squeak. She could feel it wanting to bust free of her.

“Nope. When I’m hanging off you and begging you to kill me, you’ll see me for what I really am. A part-time wannabe runner at best.”

He laughed and she pointed right to Ruby Avenue. “Up there,” she gasped.

It was a hill and why she’d chosen it she had no idea. But it started to seem like a good idea when he took the lead, running just ahead of her. His legs were as nice as his arms, and his ass, in those worn gray athletic shorts, was pretty much biteable. She did her best not to picture it naked and walking across her bedroom toward the bathroom and failed. It would probably be slightly sweaty in their postcoital glow. Possibly even sporting her teeth prints.

That made her giggle and the giggle made him pause.

He glanced over his shoulder, cocked an eyebrow. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked, only slowing a bit.

“Nothing. Trust me.” He kept staring. She added, “You don’t want to know.”

“Oh but I do. Is it dirty?”

“Yep.” His grin grew and she realized she’d just blurted out the truth. “I mean…oh fuck,” she sighed.

“Will you tell me?” He put some more speed in his stride and she had to do the same to keep up.

“Maybe one day.”

He glanced over his shoulder at her again. “Is it about me?”

Again Aubrey found herself confessing. Kind of. “Maybe.”

“Oh I think it is,” he said as she somehow managed to pull up alongside him. The hill was behind them now and Aubrey knew she’d feel a momentary—fleeting—amount of relief. Her speed would pick up. At least until she realized that she was running.

That always slowed her down.

“And what makes you think that?” She tried to look fetching but figured she probably just looked apoplectic.

“I know a leering look of lust when I see one.”

Buy links:

• Ellora's Cave
• Amazon
• ARe

About the Author:

Professional dirty word writer, gluten free baker, sock addict, fat wiener dog walker, expert procrastinator. Called "one of the top storytellers in the erotic genre" by Violet Blue, Sommer Marsden writes for HarperCollins Mischief, Ellora's Cave, Excessica, Xcite Books and Resplendence Publishing. She's the author of numerous erotic novels including Poster Boy for Average, The Accidental Cougar, Lost in You, and Learning to Drown. Visit http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com