Saturday, April 11, 2015

Excerpt from Spicy Somethings

Angelica hated three things: elevators, Christmas, and her ex–husband. Just her luck, she mused, to be spending Christmas Eve stuck between floors in an elevator.
            At least it was on a cruise ship, and not with her ex.
            In fact, the man slouched against the mirrored wall was his direct opposite. Young, younger than her, with that palpable aura of fuck–you that was both an attitude and a proposition. His shoulders were broad, twice as broad as the hips. A strand of hair, just above the dark brows, shimmered glittery purple. 
            Great. Christmas Eve, a broken elevator playing an instrumental medley from the eighties, plus a punk with purple hair. A punk whose hard jaw made her yearn to run her tongue along its line…. Halt! Where did that come from?
            The punk unpeeled himself from the wall and pushed the alarm button. Nothing happened. He held his cell phone above his head. Angelica stood on tiptoe to look. No signal bars.
            “Hi.” His grin flashed a row of teeth, pointy and white--a wolf’s mouth. A vertical groove bisected his lower lip di Caprio style. “I guess it’s too much to expect even a miracle like the iPhone to work in the middle of the ocean.”
            “Sea,” Angelica corrected mechanically. “We’re in the Caribbean.”

            She knew she was being anal. But it was Christmas Eve and she was spending it in a broken elevator. It had mirrors and a plush seat, and its glass door overlooked the sea, but it couldn’t compare to the Captain’s Dinner she was late for.

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Monday, March 30, 2015

A Review of Sweet Somethings

This from Amazon:

I just loved these stories. They were, fun, quirky and different. Ms Summers really does put a different slant on romance stories and they're a great read and highly recommended for something just a bit different.


Thursday, March 26, 2015

Buy one get another one free

Spicy Somethings by Eve Summers is now available through the Amazon bookstore in both eBook and Print!

Order one now, let me know, and I'll send you How To Write Sex Well totally free.


Sunday, March 22, 2015

Terry Pratchett on Life, Marriage, And Everything


  • marriage is always made up of two people who are prepared to swear that only the other one snores.




  • “Wen considered the nature of time and understood that the universe is, instant by instant, re-created anew. Therefore, he understood, there is, in truth, no Past, only a memory of the Past. Blink your eyes, and the world you see next did not exist when you closed them. Therefore, he said, the only appropriate state of the mind is surprise. The only appropriate state of the heart is joy. The sky you see now, you have never seen before. The perfect moment is now. Be glad of it.” 

  • Sergeant Colon owed thirty years of happy marriage to the fact that Mrs. Colon worked all day and Sargent Colon worked all night. They communicated by means of notes. They had three grown-up children, all born, Vimes had assumed, as a result of extremely persuasive handwriting.

Friday, March 6, 2015

Eve Summers in print

If you’re tempted by the romance in Sweet Somethings or the heat of Spicy Somethings, but you prefer the feel of real paper, we have great news for you. Both books will soon be available in print.

Excerpt from Sweet Somethings:

This is my To-Do-Before-I-Turn-30 list:
•         Eat an ostrich egg. Check.
•         Play with a cheetah cub. Check.
•         Swim with a dolphin. Check.
•         Scuba dive in a foreign country. Double check for doing it at night.
•         Skydive. Check, bonus points because I wasn’t scared.
•         Dare to love again. Nah, cross it out. So not going to happen. I’ve learned my lesson.
•         Make love on a yacht.
•         ... With a stranger for extra points.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not into one-night stands. The idea of getting close and intimate with someone I’m not emotionally involved with gives me the creeps. I only included it in my to-do list because I was hurt and devastated and not thinking straight.
Getting dumped wasn’t on my to-do list. Neither was an impromptu trip to Africa. When my now-ex-boyfriend broke up with me, I simply sold my engagement ring and booked the first holiday package I found. My Before-I-Turn-30 list was born on the long flight towards the Black Continent.
And now I’m in Africa. The sun is hot. The air is hot. My energy levels are up there with over-boiling. In just two short weeks, I managed to put a big fat checkmark next to five items on my bucket list. Beats choosing the wedding cake, that’s for damned sure.