Living up to Big Bad by Sommer Marsden
Lucy Felthouse was the first to spot it. I sent her my links and all my doodads for the upcoming release of Big Bad and being a fellow Buffy aficionado (and Spike lover) she asked, “The title reminds me of our favourite bleached-blonde vampire… is it supposed to? Or is just me?”
Ha! Yes! Spike—the big bad—all the way. His bravado and view of himself was part of my inspiration. For the title at least.
The underlying urge to me writing BIG BAD was me writing a character who I felt lived up the moniker. That was always one of the endearing jokes with Spike the tow-headed vampire bad boy on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. He fancied himself the big bad…when, pretty much…not so much.
Ellis Bach was to be the reverse. A werewolf who lived up to the name but shunned it. He is big and he is bad but he’s modest and sort of annoyed with the whole machismo that goes with some of his fellow wolves. And the need to prove their bigness and their badness on the whole. He just wants his love back. None of the rest of it matters much to Ellis, which makes him bigger and badder in my humble opinion.
Plus I liked the ring of the nickname for a title, it had a magnetic quality—at least I hoped it had a magnetic quality. I dropped the “The” Spike was so fond of using and Big Bad was born. Which will segue nicely into the sequel out in December—Long Lost. To understand that term, you’ll have to read the book.
Okay, fine! I will just show you! I’m so easy…if you’ll just scroll down…
As for the nuts and bolts of this little blog. I have a giveaway copy (electronic version of your choice) of Big Bad for one lucky commenter. And also…if you go to my blog ( sommermarsden.blogspot.com ) and hit every stop, commenting along the way, you could win Ruby’s sexy striped socks (shown on my site). Werewolf sex and orgasms not included…
Excerpt for BIG BAD by Sommer Marsden
“Tyler will come around,” Peabody said not looking at me.
I felt my face go hot. “So he told you all about…us. It? The whole arrangement.”
Peabody handed me the biggest wine glass I’d ever seen and I smiled at him, grateful.
“He did. And for what it’s worth, I get it. And it’s nothing to worry about with me.”
He touched a finger to my blushing skin and I snickered. “That blushing you do. You don’t have to.”
“I was up front with him,” I said. “I mean, what the hell, Peabody? I told him how I felt and how I wanted it to be and that I wasn’t in love. I told him everything I think I could have told him so he’d understand and he’s still pissed.”
“He’s not pissed.”
“He’s off sulking.”
“He was resting, Rubes. You losing track of your vampire inner clock now that you’re hanging with the wolves?”
“Oh. He is resting isn’t he.”
“When he gets up he’s going to feel stupid. He does feel stupid. He knows you were up front. He just can’t help mourning…” Peabody shrugged his giant shoulders and his face looked sort of sad.
“What he wants you two to be. Cut him a wide swath of slack, okay?”
“I’ll try.” I twirled the wineglass in my fingertips.
“So you and fur boy…you’re…”
“We are getting to know each other.” I took a long swallow, feeling the sweet warmth of the alcohol down my throat. “Do you think it’s true, Peabody?”
“That you’re the long lost love?”
I nodded. Not looking at him. I was afraid if I looked at him, I’d sway his answer somehow. I wanted the truth.
“I do. I can see the similarities. I can see the way you two seem to draw together as if by intuition even when you’re just standing in the same room.”
“You don’t see it because you’re in it. The same way you don’t smell the fishy smell in your apartment from last night’s dinner because you’re living in it. If you were to walk away from that fishy smell and come back, then you’d smell it. You might see it when he returns. “
“Are you comparing me to a fish smell?”
Peabody roared and poured himself a Scotch. “Bad example.”
“Is he stronger than Frank?” I asked. I realized that I truly needed the answer to be yes.
Peabody inclined his head. “Always has been. But times change, wolves age just like the rest of us. Shifters go slower, of course, vampires even age but it’s so fucking slow no one but them can tell.”
“And your kind? What about your kind, Peabody? Do you age?” I tried valiantly to look nonchalant.
He cocked his head at me and winked. “Nice try, buttercup.”
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?
Warnings: This title contains graphic sex and language, spanking, m/f/m sex, multiple partners.
Word Count: 62,000