Do these socks make me look sexy?: Sommer Marsden, Guest Blog

Socks, socks, socks…
I have a bit of a sock fetish. The picture illustrates this point. In my books, not just BIG BAD mind you, it’s easy to spot this fetish because my characters are always decked out in smoking hot socks. Over the knee socks. Striped socks. Warm fuzzy socks…slouch socks! (I only have like…eight pair, I think). In fact, you are more apt to find my women sporting some kind of comforting yet nifty sock along with a button down men’s shirt than lingerie. To me that innocent, sexy, oh please take me I’m yours look is way hotter than the man eater bustier or corset look.

It’s a personal preference and I guess it boils down to two things:
1.     I’m with a man who looks at lingerie and says: “That’s nice. Take it off.” But he’ll let me leave my socks on (but is always kind enough to take his off, thank you very much).

2.     The times I have felt sexiest, I guess, translate into oversized men’s clothes draped over me. Socks. Maybe a nice pair of lace knickers hidden under the tails of said shirt. Maybe not…
So my ladies tend to like their socks. And then men tend to like them too. And yeah, they often get left on during the dirty stuff. In this particular case, they weren’t. Go figure. See, I’m not so predictable.

But I am predictable enough to be offering a shot at winning a pair of Ruby’s socks—over the knee striped socks—for a prize if you drop a comment at each blog stop along the way.

So tell me…whether man or woman…what do you feel sexiest in? Are there socks involved? 

Or perhaps…nuthin’ but nekkid?

I have a pdf of BIG BAD to give away to a commenter. So spill your secrets. I won’t tell.

Excerpt from BIG BAD by Sommer Marsden

I didn’t want to talk about him being mine or me being his. Or the feeling I got in the pit of my stomach when he said stuff like that. The feeling was akin to peace and security.
“Can I get you a dri—“
I never got the sentence out because he pinned me to the wall outside my small bedroom and kissed me. The kiss was the kind that left no room for talking. His tongue tangled with mine until I felt the wet intensity of his kiss all the way in my pussy. My ears thrummed with my pulse, his shirt was soft under my fingers, his chest hard.
“Back up or it’s right here in the hallway.” Ellis growled.
I walked back as he guided me and finally the bed hit the back of my knees and I folded myself down onto the mattress. Ellis covered me, pinning my hands at my sides with his much bigger ones. His belly pressed to mine, his cock hard against the split of my pussy. I wiggled just to feel the pressure of him through my jeans.
“Christ, don’t do that. I’ll come in my pants like a young wolf,” he laughed. His teeth flashed in the low light of my bedroom—nothing but a golden nightlight lit the periphery.
“I’ve never seen you change. Can I?” Now that it was in my head, I wanted it. I wanted to see him in wolf form, run my fingers through his fur. Possibly other things. But I didn’t think that and I certainly wouldn’t say it. I simply acknowledged that I wanted to experience Ellis in all his natural forms.
“One day.” He rose and shimmied out of his clothes. Slowly. I watched the flex and roll of each hard muscle. The flat of his belly exposed one button at a time. He peeled off his boxer briefs and chuckled at my attentive gaze. “You make me feel like I should have dollar bills sticking out of my waistband.”
I blinked and then caught his joke. “Oh, how rude. I do have some singles. Would you like a tip, sexy boy? Shake your money maker.”
He didn’t flinch, but he didn’t smile either. “Take off the clothes, toots. We’re going to do it right this time.”
“We did it wrong last time?”
“Let me help you,” he said and his voice was so low the fine hairs in my ears felt ticklish trying to make out his words.
His fingers tugged at my black top and then my bra. Naked from the waist up, I tried to focus on breathing. He was perfect and sexy and looked so fucking serious my body buzzed with nerves. “I can—“
“Hush, Ruby.” His lips found my breast and his tongue did lazy tours of each one before his teeth found first one nipple, then the other. I felt the tug and thump of my arousal in my cunt. I touched him, just to feel how warm he was. How hard he was. And prove to myself that Ellis Bach was real.
He dropped small light kisses from my breastbone to my belly button and his fingers worked the button of my jeans with ease. “Up,” he said and I thrust my hips up so he could snag my jeans and panties and pull them down. I kicked off my boots so the jeans could come off and Ellis peeled off my over-the-knee socks.
“I’m like a trained dog,” I joked, my voice shaky with emotion.
“You are no such thing. But I like dogs,” he said. “A close relative of yours truly.” His laugh rumbled through him and vibrated into me as he kissed the sides of my thighs and the backs of my knees. I gave a small squeak and the laugh grew deeper. “Ticklish?”
“Yes. Will you change?” I blurted. I hadn’t even known I was going to say until it was out. But I barreled on, fueled by false bravery. “Will you? Please. Change for me, I want to see you.”
“Soon,” he said, licking my hipbone gently. “Not this time.”
Blurb for BIG BAD by Sommer Marsden

Lust according to Ruby: 

You read those books where they explain it all away. They make it fine with rationalization. But what if I just want to? What if that’s my whole reason? My life is not a romance novel. I don’t need justification. I’m a grown woman who knows what she wants. 
I want Ellis. And I want Tyler. 
And I won’t apologize…
What’s worse than wanting both your best friend who’s a vampire and the just-back-in-town alpha werewolf you find yourself fixated on? Finding out that the werewolf in question wants you, too. But he isn’t too keen on the sharing part. Oh, and by the way, you’re his dead mate.
Okay, okay, dead is harsh—reincarnated.
What’s worse than that? Realizing that you believe the whole crazy tale of reincarnation. Because it seems to be true.
And yet you still want them both—together. Vampire and werewolf and you in the middle. Stuck between two predators who want you and only you. To complicate it all, you find out that you can have it. With your new/old mate’s blessing. But just one time before he claims you as his. 
Are you brave enough to take it? That one shot?
Well…Are you?
Warnings: This title contains graphic sex and language, spanking, m/f/m sex, multiple partners.

7 Replies to “Do these socks make me look sexy?: Sommer Marsden, Guest Blog”

  1. It's weird the differences a Y-chromosome can make. Socks on a woman is totally cool. Socks on a man…meh…I don't think it's only because I'm hetero, either. In essence, I love the same style that you do, Sommer. Lingerie's pretty and all, but for me it's just trying too hard…”look at me…I said LOOK AT ME!”. That's the lingerie talking, by the way, not the person wearing it. I dig a nice white singlet that's only just maintaining a token effort at clothing a woman. Mmm… And workout gear. Lordy, don't get me started!

    But to answer the question, I think I feel best when I'm in jeans only, or as a secondary option, anything that allows me to feel the breeze on the insides of my thighs…


  2. Oo, I want it. Maybe it'll be a reward for when I finally get all this horrible work done.

    Also: long socks and shirt tails – am thinking I flirted with you without realising it in that Dirtyville story!


  3. I agree that nothing but socks on a woman=hot
    on a man=not

    lol 😉 i prefer my men naked. But there's something about a guy in the dead of winter with his jeans or sweats riding low on his hips, a big pair of wool hunting socks on and some kind of guy tee or sweatshirt that says: Yum-o.

    Where you been, Jo? i hope you get your work done soon! 🙂

    I bet you look smoking in a men's shirt, Cassie 😉

    Thanks for having me again, T. You rock.



  4. Sommer – are you sure we weren't separated at birth? Or at least twins in a former life? That is my favourite look. It's comfortable, sexy, rumpled and (this is the most important part) fits me. LOL.

    It's also affordable – lingerie in plus sizeds never fits right unless it's custom made, and who's got the scratch for that?

    And yes, I LOVE socks. Ironically enough tho – I can't wait for the warm weather so I can get OUT of them.


  5. Gasp! out of them? I am relishing the fact that we finally have a real chill and I am able to whip them out…um…so to speak. 😉

    I also do not like lingerie b/c my skin is super sensitive and a good amount of it is itchy and uncomfy. lol.



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