Sommer Marsden’s Restless Spirit + Giveaway!

Welcome Sommer Marsden for a pre-Spring Fling give away!


Thanks to Victoria for having me back to pimp my brand new novel that I’m totally in love with! It’s lovely to be back and to give away a copy of said beloved book.

I’ll keep it brief, by just telling you that the cast of characters in Restless Spirit had me completely in love with them, to the point where, when the book was finished, I not only celebrated wrapping up the project, but mourned not being able to spend my days with Tuesday and all her studly men. I think part of that may be that each one of her suitors, under their candy-coated veneer of macho man or clever man or dominant working man had a nice ooey gooey centre of…yummy sweet man. Like Shepherd in the sweet snippet below.

Leave me a comment and tell me what your favorite ooey gooey candy treat is. Make it sweet and make it messy, and we’ll choose a winner. Mine are fresh made s’mores. I like the marshmallow burnt and the chocolate running everywhere.

Blisse Note: The contest is open until the 19th May. One comment per person will count in the draw though feel free to comment multiple times if you like! This is for a PRINT copy of the book, no alternative is available. Thank you.



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?

Excerpt from Restless Spirit by Sommer Marsden:

I dropped my cup and rushed inside. The wave of guilt and pain and loss that swept over me left no room for rational thought. My only instinct was retreat – run – get away.

I turned to yell I was sorry or I’d be back or something along those lines, Christ anything, and turned right into a flannel-wrapped mountain of a man. His hands came down on my forearms and squeezed reassuringly. ‘Hey, Tuesday, I’m sorry. We don’t even know each other–’

‘It’s OK–’

‘And I come over here and make you cry–’

‘It’s OK–’

‘And upset you and it’s not even nine in the morning.’

‘It’s OK!’ I said again, almost angrily. But it wasn’t and we both knew it because I was crying so hard I was shaking. But for his hands on my arms, I’d probably shake apart into a hundred girl pieces.

This was a great start to getting to know your neighbour.

He pulled me in and crushed my face to his chest. Under the flannel he wore a faded blue tee that looked like it had been washed about a million times. He smelled of cold air and clean cotton and leaves. I wanted to snuggle against him and the thought made me cringe inside. What a horrible needy thing I’d become.

‘I’m sorry,’ I whispered. ‘This is so … fucking weird.’

He laughed and it rumbled through his chest against my ear. ‘It is weird. But it’s thanks to me. How about you let me make you dinner tonight?’

‘You’re an ultimate fighter, a handy man and you cook?’

‘I told you I know how to do lots of stuff.’

When he said it there was an undercurrent of sensuality. I don’t know how I knew other than all the fine hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I had to suppress a shiver.

I looked up at him and he wiped under my eyes with his thumbs. I realised then I hadn’t let him go. I was hugging this stranger and letting him wipe my raccoon eyes and worst of all, he’d seen me cry. ‘What time?’ I managed though my tongue felt three sizes too big.

‘What time is good for you?’

I shrugged, and yet, Jesus … I was still holding onto him. ‘I have no job, I just moved in and you’re holding me while I cry six minutes after we just met. Just give me a time.’


‘Six is good.’

‘Do you eat meat?’

I blushed and felt so fucking juvenile. He meant food not … cock.

He smirked at me and it was in that moment that I realised he could read my mind like a newspaper. ‘I do. I eat meat,’ I said and then turned my gaze away when my cheeks caught fire.

‘Steak it is. I’ll see you at six. Just …’He waved a hand. ‘Walk across and come in if I don’t answer. I tend to crank the music when I cook.’

‘Right,’ I said.

He shocked me by pressing a kiss to my forehead before he left. ‘And I am sorry I upset you, but …’ He pawed his hair. ‘But?’

‘But you needed to know. About Virginia. How much she loved you.’

Then he left and I put my face in my hands and cried. I’d never felt more grateful and more upset by a bit of information in my life.

So I started doing dishes and talking to my nan. Maybe it was crazy but it was my house now and who was here to eavesdrop anyway.

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