Restless Spirit

by Sommer Marsden

Overview

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?

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781402289545
Publisher:	Sourcebooks
Publication date:	12/03/2013
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	304
File size:	1 MB

About the Author

Sommer's short work can be found in dozens of erotic anthologies including Spank Me, Whip Me, Tie Me Up, Temptation, Kiss In The Dark, Lesbian Love, Gay Love, Love at First Sting, Best Women's Erotica 2009 & 2010, Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2008, Best Lesbian Romance 2010, Lust at First Bite, Liaisons, Hurts So Good, Nerdvana, The Sweetest Kiss, Peep Show, and Yes, Sir, Torn, Cuffed and Kiss My Ass among many others. . She currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Ellora's Cave, eXcessica, Pretty Things Press and Xcite Books. She has written Hard Lessons and The Best of Sommer Marsden for

Read an Excerpt

He pulled me to him. Really pulled me. I slid across the crisp white sheets on my belly, randomly grabbing at folds of cloth as Stan pounded into me.

‘Stay with me, Tuesday,’ he said.

I knew he didn’t mean keep up, or come with him, or fuck with the same enthusiasm. He meant don’t go and don’t go wasn’t something I could consider.

‘Shut up, Stan.’

I felt it curling like a flame in my belly, my pussy, my thighs. The flashing, pulsing heat that always means I’m going to come. When Stan got behind me and manhandled me, fucked me hard but said sweet words, it always worked me up. When his fingers dug into the meat of my hips and he moved like a man possessed, my entire being seemed to thrum with the pulse in my neck and my belly.

‘Don’t tell me to shut up,’ Stan said, laying a hard blow on the flushed skin of my ass. But it only made it worse. It only made me worse.

I shoved my hand under my body, finding my clit with slippery fingers. I rubbed hard, way harder than I normally would if anyone were watching me. I thrust my body hard against my hand even as I tried to toss myself back against him. Impaling myself on Stan’s big cock. Throwing myself back into his strong hands. The sexual version of the Nestea plunge, just giving up and hurling myself back into empty space. The unknown.

My pussy started to seize up around him and he grunted, ‘Not yet, girl,’ and pulled free of me.

I made a noise like something feral, but the world turned suddenly and he had me on my back. The bulk of him, six foot three-ish of huge man, hovering over me and prying my legs wide. Stan settled himself between my thighs, finding my slippery slit with his fingers and then his cock.

His mouth came down hard and sweet and needy. ‘Don’t leave, Tuesday,’ he said again. ‘Or take me with you.’

‘Shut up, Stan,’ I said again. And to help him shut up, I wrapped my legs around his thick waist, opened my body to him, tightened my cunt muscles and as an afterthought, I turned my head, sucked his big finger into my mouth and licked it like I always licked his cock.

Stan, good old Stan, hissed like a scalded cat and whispered, ‘Christ.’

‘Fuck me, Stan,’ I said this time and he buried his handsome face in my neck and set about doing just that. His stubble scraped my flesh raw, his fingers bruised my skin, his bulk crushed the air out of me and it was perfect.

It was what I needed. To forget and to get lost. To open my body and close my mind and feel Stan’s broad slippery cock ramming into me like he was punishing me, but in the most delicious way, for leaving him.

When he pinned my wrists down by my sides and damn near smashed me flat with his 200 plus pounds. When he sucked the whimpers and the moans off my lips and swallowed them down. When he ground his hips in that way he has and rocked from side to side. That’s when I came.

‘You’re leaving me, Tuesday, aren’t you?’ he said.

‘Honey, we were never really together,’ I told him.

He sighed, his finger running over my dusky nipple making it stand up like some well trained thing.

‘I know.’

‘I know you do.’ I brushed my fingers through his reddish brown hair and he flared his hand over my belly so the muscles twitched.

‘Why, Tues?’

‘I’m too fucking damaged, Stan.’

He didn’t argue. Stan had been fucking me for months. And we’d been having this post coital back and forth for almost as long. He didn’t argue because for the most part, Stan knew I was right.

When he left he threw his final say over his shoulder on his way out the door. ‘You’re not damaged, Tuesday. You’re restless.’

Editorial Reviews

" If you are craving some hotness and need few hours away from dull, everyday life and responsibilities, Restless Spirit is perfect choice for you. " - Way Too Hot Books

"t's a very sexy read" - Long and Short Reviews

"I enjoyed it enough to consider other books from this author." - Kinky Book Klub

"The story is erotic and emotional with a mysterious subplot." - Smut and Bonbons Review

"A well-written, delicious story." - Bring Back Desire

From the Publisher

...the whirling dervish of erotica”

Craig J. Sorensen

“…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre”

Violet Blue

Restless Spirit is a deeply erotic novels. The sex scenes are frequent, detailed and exquisitely carnal. Tuesday is comfortable in her own skin and her sexuality. She boldly and unapologetically embraces her sexual needs and desires.

You can read the full review here

bookreviewsandmorebykathy.com

The sexual encounters are what are most memorable upon completing this book.  The scenes are varied and creative.  They're super steamy with an intense build-up of sexual tension leading to a few scenes late in the story with heavier BDSM elements.  This whole read felt like one big fantasy and I look forward to entering other fantasy worlds Ms. Marsden creates in the future and recommend you do to. The full review can be read here.

Words of Wisdom

Marsden wickedly crafts extremely sexy, graphic scenes that still manage to move the storyline along.  Perhaps the trick lies in creating fully developed characters, ones that are multi-dimensional, flawed and still wholly appealing.  Watching Tuesday run from her past and fall into a sort of rabbit hole of a present makes her trek to find her way to a new life so much more fulfilling than just a "steamy read".  Tuesday fights the desire to have those connections she craves and despises - ranting her fears and frustrations to the comforting presence of her recently passed grandmother's home - as if it's spirit can help heal her own broken one.  What seems like it should be a straight up sultry erotic romance actually proves to be so much more and this reader was impressed with the range of emotions evoked in the course of Tuesday's journey to find love....and herself.

This review can be read in full at the Guilty Indulgence Book Club 

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