With perhaps the most appropriate timing ever, Sommer Marsden’s new collection of zombie erotica (you read that right) is available now! I can’t think of anything better to do on Halloween night than curling up with some hot apple cider and enjoying a sexy new book.
That is a lie. I can think of better things to do that involve real-life penises and vaginas.
Maybe, in a perfect world, I’d do both. You can grab a copy of Coming Together: Hungry for Love through one of the venues listed below (or click the link to go straight to Amazon). Proceeds benefit the American Diabetes Association.
That’s right. Coming for a good cause.
I wrote a story for this collection called ‘Zombie Goddess’. Here’s a little excerpt:
Our attention turns to a large, black man who steps forward toward the crowd. He paces in front of us slowly. His arms are thick and muscular, and he holds a long leather flogger in his right hand. Finally, he pauses and regards the spectators with disdain.
“And who will it be tonight?” he shouts.
The silence is deafening. People look around, wondering who will volunteer. A few of them shrink back, like they don’t want to be seen.
“Here we go,” Jasper whispers. He clears his throat and announces, “This one!” He pushes me firmly forward.
“But why?” I hiss, trying to resist.
“You want to freak out the mortals, right?”
“Remember this: You can’t feel the pain.”
Oh. Right. I smile as I realize what Jasper is suggesting, and I turn toward the man. The power he feels, I feel it too. I see it in his eyes and I know I can beat him. I can win this stupid mortal game.
Grasping the hem of my dress, I lift it over my head, just breaking eye contact with the man for a moment. Then I walk toward him, my heels clicking on the tiled floor, my hips swaying from side to side. When I’m right in front of him, I put my hands on my hip and cock my head to the side.
“One rule,” I say.
“Oh?” He looks bemused.
“No touching me.”
His eyebrows furrow. “And why not?”
“I don’t like to be touched.” I shrug, as if it’s really no big deal. This is the point where he could realize my game, who I am, what I’m doing. But he doesn’t. He points to the cross and I put myself into place, my arms and legs spread wide apart, my back to the crowd.
“I have to touch you to tie you,” he says.
“You don’t have to tie me. I’ll stay in place.” I grasp the rope loops with my hands.
The man walks around the cross, eyeing me. “What’s your word?”
“I don’t need a word.”
He pauses when he’s by my face and growls, “You need a word if you want to play with me.”
I shrug, indifferent. “Mercy?”
“Mercy. Say it and I stop.”
“I won’t need to say it.”
The corners of his mouth turn up just slightly. “Is that a challenge?”
I look him straight in the eyes. “Do you want it to be?”
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:) Happy Halloween, everyone!