When Sommer’s husband was diagnosed with cancer about a year ago, writers from around the world came together to send support. Bronwyn Green was the pioneer in charge of a fundraising event. Tamsin Flowers came up with the plan to do a charity book. —Alison Tyler, here.
Summer Loving is now available!
I enjoyed reading the full collection, but several stories really stood out for me.
Fireworks Display by Emerald—She had decided to watch some fireworks from the comfort of her car. Then the truck with six gorgeous men pulls up.
Next week is National Day here in Singapore. There is a huge display of fireworks as part of the festivities, and when I see them, I know this story will be on my mind. The build up and tension are great. The juxtaposition against and description of the fireworks really did it for me. Emerald is a new author to me, and I’ll be checking out more of her work.
Tell me by May Deva–A pin-up photography session is the cost of losing a poker bet.
Any story that starts with “Oh, hell no!” is going to grab my attention. This story hit all my sweet spots. I love pin-up photography, I love banter, and I really really love twists at the end of a story.
Arizona, Ireland, New England by Cheyenne Blue—You never quite know where home is until you find it.
Two friends come up with the idea of switching homes for the summer. But it doesn’t quite turn out how they expected. As an expat who thought I knew what I was getting into when I moved to the other side of the planet, only to find out that fantasy and reality are two different things, I related to both the women in the story. The way that Cheyenne uses sensory descriptions–the way one of them “will fearlessly sweep a scorpion from the kitchen bench with a swift flick of a tea towel” makes for a story I’ll revisit.
And of course, you can read my story, “Baby it’s Hot Outside.”
I’ve given you an excerpt before. Here’s another one….
“I never liked Josh,” Erik remarked.
“Why?” My high school boyfriend had always been a sweetie.
“Why do you think? I was crazy about you. You only noticed I was alive when you kicked Jake and me out of the living room.”
“That’s not true. I noticed you were alive whenever you ate the last slice of pizza, too.” Sarcasm was my crumbling wall of defense against desire.
Down girl. CANNOT.
“Three days with you, and I feel like a lovesick idiot all over again.” Erik gave a bitter laugh. “I sound like a fucking idiot, too.”
Our eyes locked. As one, we turned and began the walk back toward my apartment.
Fingers traced the thin line of skin between the top of my shorts and the bottom of my tank top as we walked. Erik’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest at each red light. Arousal grew with each passing intersection. Did the colorful illumination highlight or hide that my nipples were erect?
One more second was too long to wait. I grabbed Erik’s hand and pulled him into the Botanical Gardens; my apartment was still five minutes away. Silently, I led him away from the well-lit path. Once hidden in shadows, we stopped. The moisture between my thighs couldn’t be blamed on humidity.
It was one thing to burn my way through every battery in my house trying to cool my libido. It was entirely another to deliberately jump into the fire.
Anyone who chooses to live in a land of eternal summer shouldn’t be scared of heat.
“Caroline,” he murmured.
I twined my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to Erik’s.
Can. CAN.
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