Tuesday, November 30, 2010

NEW RELEASE: The Night Before Red Satin Christmas

My first holiday release of 2010 is THE NIGHT BEFORE RED SATIN CHRISTMAS, and it's now available from loveyoudivine!

Remember Regan and Maisie from last year's Torquere Holiday Sip RED SATIN? Well, they're back and this year they're returning to their hometown where...well, let's just say some emotional family stuff goes down. Not to be missed!

The Night Before Red Satin Christmas
Giselle Renarde
loveyoudivine Alterotica
Buy Link: http://www.loveyoudivine.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=66&products_id=743
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Maisie used to be Mark, and this Christmas her family will meet her as a woman for the first time.

As Maisie and her girlfriend Regan arrive in their hometown, Maisie has second thoughts about letting the family know they’re more than just friends. If her mom and sisters still see her as the family’s youngest son and baby brother, how will they be able to understand that she's not only a woman but also a lesbian?

Although Regan agrees to keep their relationship a secret, the deception plays heavy on her psyche. When Regan is reintroduced to Mitts, Maisie's older sister, the schooldays crush she had on Mitts explodes into fiery desire. Can Regan resist the appeal of her girlfriend's seductive sister? And will the family accept Maisie without reservation on the night before a Red Satin Christmas?



Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-573-3
lyd Category: Transfix
Length: 11000 words



Excerpt:

Standing on the front stoop, Maisie turned around and crossed her fingers. Regan read terrified optimism in her eyes. The time between Maisie’s pressing of the bell and the door’s opening felt like an eternity. Regan’s pulse stopped. Her heart ran to hide behind her ribcage. She couldn’t even imagine breathing at a time like this.

Mitts answered the door. In high school, Regan had a huge crush on Maisie’s older sister, and seeing the girl again, she remembered why. Mitts had a quiet beauty about her. Back in the day, she’d worn long sweaters over tight tights. She crimped her hair, or teased it, and wore it in a scrunchy back then. Now her hair was long, dark, and nearly as straight as Regan’s. Like Maisie, she was dressed in black pants and a low-cut red top. Even with a tea towel strewn across her shoulder, she looked incredible.

“Hi,” Maisie said.

It was the simplest statement Maisie could possibly have mustered, and her voice was high-pitched when she spoke it. For a moment, nothing happened. Maisie didn’t say anything and neither did Mitts. She was seeing her brother as a girl for the first time ever. When Mitts’ eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped into a gaping emblem of either joy or mortification, Maisie went on to say, “It’s me.”

Mitts took a step back. A smile, whether genuine or put on, broke across her face as she took the tea towel from her shoulder and wiped her hands with it. “Holy shit!” she said, opening the door wider. With her hand, Mitts made a laboured come-hither motion, like she was scooping wet sand. “Get in here, you! Shit, you look…” Mitts shook her head with an expression of absolute astonishment. “Shit!”

“Is mom home?” Maisie asked without taking so much as a step forward.
After another moment of silent, awe-struck staring, Mitts said, “Oh, yeah, for sure.” She turned her head and yelled, “Mom!”

“What?” a disembodied voice hollered back. “I’m on the toilet!”

Mitts turned back to Maisie and, as if she couldn’t hear the whole ridiculous interaction, explained, “Mom’s on the throne.”

“Oh my god, Mitts, do not walk by the upstairs bathroom,” another voice whispered. It was Maisie’s second sister, Kayla, holding her nose as she descended the stairs. “Jesus, the whole fucking hallway reeks to high…”

As Kayla spoke, her gaze seemed to settle on the open front door. Regan watched Maisie’s sister from outside the action, waiting for her recognition to spark, but it didn’t seem to. The fingers pinching her nose slid down until her hand covered over her embarrassed mouth. “Oops…sorry. I didn’t hear the doorbell from upstairs.”

“Kayla,” Mitts said. “It’s Mark.” She whipped her head around fast to look at Maisie. “Shit, I’m sorry. You don’t go by Mark anymore. Do you? Well, obviously you don’t. Duh. That was a stupid question.”

“It’s okay,” Maisie said, though Regan could hear the disappointment in her girlfriend’s voice. “You don’t have to apologize. I understand.”

Mitts shook her head. “No, I’m an idiot. You know, I can’t for the life of me remember your new name.”

A voice rang out from behind Kayla on the staircase. “It’s Maisie. Like my mother, your grandmother. It’s a beautiful name. It’s perfect.”

When Maisie looked up, Regan could feel the happiness coursing through her body. “Mom!” she cried out.

As Maisie bolted through the front door, her mother ran down the staircase. They met in the hallway and dove into each other’s arms. Though Maisie was taller than her mother, something about the nature of their hug dwarfed her, in Regan’s eyes, and she appeared as a little child. “Mom,” she whimpered.

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The Night Before Red Satin Christmas

And if you missed last year's Christmas story RED SATIN, I encourage you to buy it now because until December 31, 2010, I will be giving all my royalties from the purchase of RED SATIN to LGBT YOUTHLINE, a queer-positive organization that supports young LGBTQ people.


Monday, November 29, 2010

Quick Six TNG with Taylor Lochland


Quick Six TNG with Taylor Lochland


1. What does "vanilla" mean to you?
A flavor that's not bad, but rather plain. (That goes for both food and sex). :)


2. Is there any moment from your life that you remember in slow motion?
When I was thrown off a horse as a child.


3. What's the most unsettling movie you've ever seen?
Cigarette Burns -- an episode of the Showtime horror anthology series, Masters of Horror. I saw it about four years ago, and one particular scene is etched into my brain (unfortunately).


4. If you had to get a tattoo on your face, what would you want it to look like?
A silhouette of a soaring vulture, with the body on my nose and the wings on my cheeks.


5. How many monkeys jumping on the bed?
3


6. Which of the books or stories you've written is your favourite?

A little Christmas story called The Gift of Restraint.
Blurb: Demon Kirhal is surprised when Jason, his human lover, tells him he wants to celebrate Christmas. Kirhal isn't sure what he's going to do, as it's already Christmas Eve and he hasn't gotten Jason a gift. Luckily, his friend Larsehl predicted that would happen and shows up in the middle of the night with something for Kirhal to give Jason.

The gift is a box of kinky toys, and as much as Kirhal loves Jason, he isn't sure he wants to pass it along. However, when Jason gives him a nice present, Kirhal realizes he's going to have to swallow his pride and hand it over. Will his gift make Christmas bright?

Buy: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_108&products_id=2361

Friday, November 26, 2010

New Release: ONLY ANGELS

Have you been cataloguing your tears waiting for the release of a new book about not-so-saintly angels? How about an exclusive cougar club packed with firm, young, heavenly bodies who will jump at any opportunity to please an older woman? Well, maybe the book you've been waiting for is ONLY ANGELS, my newest release from eXcessica Publishing!

Jim Tate embodies sex and power. He lusts after everything with tits, and nobody turns him down—not even Helena, and she’s been married to him for more years than she cares to remember! She’s always told herself she doesn’t mind him screwing the maid right there in their living room—Hell, she’s been at it with the cook. Who is she to judge?—but the constant comparisons to other women’s pert young bodies becomes more than she can handle.

When Helena follows her best friend Deb to a top-secret cougar club, she figures it’s just one more underground hook-up joint for older women and the hot young guys they crave. No surprise to find the place populated with golden chests and gorgeous faces. No surprise to meet a sweet and sympathetic virgin called Sandy. The surprise comes when he exposes his huge pair…of stunning white wings! The posh club is called Only Angels, and this is where Helena’s adventure begins.

Warnings: This title includes graphic language, explicit sex, and multiple partners.

Word Count: 21,900

Buy Link: http://excessica.com/store/catalog/product_info.php?products_id=488&os

EXCERPT:

Power and sex.

That’s what everybody saw in Jim Tate. They didn’t even have to look at him to feel it. His magnetism was so profound, it shaped the air around him. If he were standing behind you in an elevator, you’d sense him there even before you picked up the refined spice of his unfathomably expensive cologne.

When he checked out your black nylon legs in high-heeled shoes, every molecule around you would get hot. So hot, you’d think it was the devil himself taking you from behind. When you turned to make sure the fires of hell weren’t burning in back you, your impression would be confirmed with one glance of the distinguished Mr Tate.

He wouldn’t smile at you. Juicy smirks were for sleazeballs. You’d be nonetheless drawn in by what you might read as an expression of contempt. He looked like he was above nature. He looked like he was better than you. He was quality, better than any man you’d ever seen, let alone been to bed with.

You would stare at him without meaning to. You’d try to look away, but you’d find him so impossibly alluring you’d go right on imagining the prick of his black goatee against your chin. He wouldn’t lower himself to kiss you. He wouldn’t have to. When his striking gaze penetrated you, almost by accident, you would lose all control.

The man had purple eyes. There they were: mauve flecked with green and gold. They were stunning. You couldn’t keep from launching yourself at him. You would feel like a stupid schoolgirl throwing herself into the arms of a sexy teacher as you planted a kiss on his lips, but even your embarrassment wouldn’t stop you.

His tongue would be at once sharp and warm as he returned the embrace. He would hold your head in his hands with such force you’d worry he might crush your skull. He wouldn’t harm you. This was a controlled burn. Nevertheless, and though he knew precisely what he was doing, you’d be scared out of your wits.

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Buy ONLY ANGELS now from eXcessica Publishing or All Romance ebooks!

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Bestseller Star for FRIENDS OF DOROTHY

I was totally wowed last night when I clicked on the FRIENDS OF DOROTHY page at All Romance ebooks and saw that it had a Bestseller star! My newest MMF menage title from lyd Alterotica is one of the only cowboy stories I've ever written, so I'm thrilled it's been so successful.


In this very early prequel to LESLIE GOOSEMOON RIDES AGAIN, rodeo star Leslie Goosemoon is caught cross-dressing red-handed...or, more accurately, red-pantied. How does he goes from laughing-stock to bar brawl to MMF ménage participant? You'll just have to read the book and find out! ;-)

Friends of Dorothy - Giselle Renarde

$2.50

When rodeo king Leslie Goosemoon is caught wearing lacy red panties, he becomes more than a laughing stock. In fact, Dorothy's Tavern is turned upside down by the ensuing brawl! Does Dorothy know just what Leslie needs? Or does her boyfriend Ricky know better?

Blurb:

Leslie
Goosemoon is a rodeo star with legions of ladies fawning over him.
Things are getting hot and heavy with Sheryl, the one-night-stand he
picked up at Dorothy's Tavern, when she zips open his jeans and finds
Leslie Goosemoon wearing ladies' panties--silky and red with lace around
the top. By the time he returns to Dorothy's, the whole bar's heard
about his predilection. Some laugh. Some call him faggot. Nobody
understands him, but that doesn't mean Leslie's going to roll over and
play dead. Hell, he doesn't fully understand himself! The best he can do
is duck the punches and repel the spit.



Ricky, Dorothy's living-in-sin boyfriend, has a theory about the undies:
Leslie dresses like a lady because he secretly wants to get with
another man. That doesn't sound right to Leslie, but he has no counter.
He doesn't know why he likes the silky feel against his skin. When Ricky
gets hit in the head with a boot, Dorothy becomes mother bear. She
kicks out the offenders and sends Leslie to take care of Ricky upstairs
in their apartment. hey all know what's going to happen next.



Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-548-1

lyd Category: Bi Line

Length: 9000 words

Buy Link: http://www.loveyoudivine.com/index.php?main_page=document_product_info&cPath=26&products_id=718



Excerpt:

Ricky
swung his head in so close Leslie felt the stubble prick his cheek.
Ricky’s tone was not unsympathetic when he said, “I heard you were a
faggot.”



Leslie knew how other men would react to the accusation—they’d smash a
glass, toss a chair, or throw a punch. He wasn’t about to do anything
like that. First off, he felt a hole inside his chest that seemed to be
sucking in everything around him. With all that happening inside, he had
no energy to expend. Second, Leslie knew he was no faggot, so what
difference did it make who said what? He liked pussy.



“Are you?” Ricky asked. His voice seemed strained with despair, or with hope—the two sounded much alike to Leslie.



“No,” Leslie said. “That’s what Sheryl went around telling all these
people? I’m a faggot?” He would have laughed if he weren’t so on edge.



Ricky turned his gaze to Dorothy as she flirted with the boys at the
bar. That woman got everybody’s hopes on the rise. Strange that Ricky
never seemed the least bit jealous. Most of the men around here would
fight a bull if he caught it looking his girl up and down. Of course,
that was likely the reason Dorothy was stepping out with Ricky and not
those of the bitterly possessive lot. Dorothy was slender, but she was a
powerhouse in disguise. If Leslie could be a woman, he’d want to be
every bit like Dorothy.



“Sheryl said you were prancing around in ladies’ underpants,” Ricky
said, shattering Leslie’s focus. “She said you didn’t show her a very
good time because you were…you know…” He paused to rephrase, tracing his
fingernail across the bar’s natural wood grain. Gazing down at the
patina, he leaned in so close Leslie felt the heat of Ricky’s cheek
against his own. He spoke very softly. “She said you liked dick.”



Thank the good lord Dorothy was looking away and Ricky’s face was
nestled in beside his ear—that way, nobody noticed his eyes growing too
big for their sockets. He’d never considered the possibility. Not that
he didn’t know other guys liked to relieve their tensions together, just
that he’d never imagined doing it himself. He’d always craved pussy.
From the time he was a young snip, he’d chased the girls and kissed
their cheeks. Could Sheryl be right about him? Maybe she saw something
he couldn’t. Maybe he’d always been secretly drawn to ladies’ clothing
because he wanted to be fucked like one of them.



In his confusion, Leslie chuckled and furled his brow. Backing away from
the pool of Ricky’s musky aroma, he shook his head side to side. “Well,
that ain’t how it happened,” he said. Aw shit! Now Dorothy was waltzing
on over! Why was everybody so interested in his private life? Sometimes
the scrutiny he faced as a rodeo star was downright deplorable. Sure,
everybody expected him to be a ladies’ man, but get caught wearing
ladies’ underwear and suddenly your name is mud!

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Hugs,
Giselle Renarde

Canada just got hotter!

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Monday, November 22, 2010

Secrets Behind "Secrets of the Solstice Sacrifice"

Anyone who's done a significant amount of editing (editing other people's work, I mean) will tell you the same thing: you don't walk away from the experience with glowing praise in your heart for every author, or for every book you edit. Sometimes, it's true, you fall in love with a book. That's certainly happened to me in the editing process. Sometimes, though, the experience is downright frustrating and you keep your fingers crossed that the author will never turn around and ask you, "But did you like it? Was it good?"

That said, I took it as high praise indeed when my editor, Bryn Colvin, sent me a quick email one day to let me know she'd written an article centered around my erotic fairy story, Secrets of the Solstice Sacrifice. I was stunned by the complimentary and insightful nature of her review of my work:
Renarde takes the bold move of telling her tale from an entirely faerie set of perspectives. There are no human characters to engage with. She runs with two perspectives, characters who are both sympathetic, and very clearly not human. Part of the success of this stems, I think, from her very careful language use, having elements that take her characters away from human experience without making them unreadable. No mean feat, I would say.
Read the entire article called "Visions of Faerie" at The Pagan and The Pen.

Secrets of the Solstice Sacrifice
by Giselle Renarde

Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-492-7
lyd Category: TransFix
Length: 45 pdf Pages / 10656 words
Rating: 3 – Erotic Romance – Spicy scenes and graphic language
Formats Available: pdf, prc, lit, zipped html, lrf, epub

When Trysta, a mixed-blood fairy engaged to another, seeks the help of the magical professor Selyf, their desire to give in to temptation mounts--particularly when Selyf realizes the only way to resolve Trysta's problem involves a sexual sacrifice on the solstice.


Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!

Quick Six TNG with Gabriel West

Quick Six TNG with Gabriel West


1. What does "vanilla" mean to you?
- One rather lovely flavor of ice cream, especially with chocolate and caramel sauce. Or it could be some rather touching scene that fades out before the smexing can begin.

2. Is there any moment from your life that you remember in slow motion?
- The afternoon I heard my best friend tell me over the phone that she knew I was transgender. I was still trying to come to terms with it myself at the time; I didn't even know what to call it. I thought I was just being difficult/a freak. But when she told me that, and that she was cool with what I was, everything just slowed down. The conversation, time, like it was all fitting into place around me. Feel really good ^_^ .

3. What's the most unsettling movie you've ever seen?
- When I was a little kid, it was Jurassic Park. When I was older, Sphere. Now? I dunno. I guess I got smarter and I stay away from movies like that. The thing that got me the worst was a video game I've seen played called Fatal Frame. So freaking terrifying that I couldn't sleep in my own bed lol.


4. If you had to get a tattoo on your face, what would you want it to
look like?
- On my face? It would either be a barcode beneath my left eye or a braid that stretched across my face, from ear to ear and across my nose. I saw a viking-dude with it in some movie, and I always thought it was cool. What can I say? I like tattoos ^_^ .


5. How many monkeys jumping on the bed?
- Uh, not on my bed they don't!

6. Which of the books or stories you've written is your favourite?
- Out of my published stories, I like "Mind/Body Medicine" just a little more then "The Storm Yet to Come." But a few of my yet unpublished works blow those two out of the water.

Here are links to the Torquere Catalog where "Mind/Body Medicine" and "The Storm Yet to Come."

These are the blurbs for -
"Mind/Body Medicine" : Rindae's fa'ithe Justan, the warrior he has given his life to, has succumbed to the force that drives all Maa'rish warriors. It has taken over his mind so completely that Justan is trapped within the force. Rindae goes to see what has become of Justan during his stay at an institution. Can the bond that they forged before Justan's mind was swept away be strong enough to bring Justan back to him?

"The Storm Yet to Come" : The planet of Mathai is just as deadly as the Maa'rish warriors who live across its surface. Storm, a Sarish hunter, has tracked his prey, the warrior who saved his life, to a small town in the midst of a sweltering desert. However, Storm doesn't know what's waiting for him when he finally springs his trap. Will he survive the encounter?

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Transgender Day of Remembrance 2010

November 20th, 2010 we observe the 12th annual Transgender Day of Remembrance. For events commemorating this solemn occasion in your city, visit http://www.transgenderdor.org/

What is TDOR all about?

Honour. This day, we honour the lives we've lost to transphobia. We reflect on the trans men and women who have been killed in the cold blood. They will not be forgotten. On Transgender Day of Remembrance, we take the time to reflect on lives shortened by transphobic violence.

Must remember. Can't forget. Must remember. Can't forget.
My girlfriend is transgendered. She is one of the most courageous people I know. It takes incredible bravery to live a trans life. Most of society rejects and demonizes trans people because it doesn't want to understand them. Despite the leaps and bounds "society" has made in accepting those of us who are not straight, that same "society" (and even many people in the so-called LGBT "community") lags sorely behind when it comes to understanding and respecting the T--people who identify as transgender, transsexual, genderqueer, 2-Spirit.

There's something about gender identity that gets many people up in arms. The tautology "boys will be boys" says it all: we have this bizarre expectation that every creature born with a penis possesses an inherent predisposition to operate within a certain set of constructs. What we so often seem to forget is that these are social constructs. They are created and sustained by societies.

When we place strict limitations on gender expression, what do we serve but the status quo? At worst, we encourage a political climate in which violence against transgender people, including all people who live in some sense a gender non-normative life, is okay. What a harsh statement, right? But that's the world we're living in now.

Do you remember the last time you heard or read about violence against a trans person from a mainstream news source? I don't remember ever hearing about the murders of trans people on "the news." I know they take place only because I hear about the cases through transgender newsgroups. People die because of transphobia, and we don't even hear their stories.

That's what Transgender Day of Remembrance is all about: remembering the dead. Acknowledging atrocities have occurred and continue to occur, and heightening our awareness of violence against trans men and women.

If you'd like to honour the lives of slain trans people and you're thinking of attending a TDOR event in your area, here's a great place to look: http://www.transgenderdor.org/

Bright Blessings,


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Coming Together By Hand is Now Available!

I believe in Coming Together.
There's a new Coming Together antho in town, and I've got two stories in it!

Masturbation is the safest form of sex, and we want to celebrate it in this collection! Coming Together: By Hand is a multi-author anthology of auto-erotic (masturbation themed) fiction and poetry edited by Alessia Brio.

ALL proceeds from the sale of this volume will benefit the Coalition for Positive Sexuality, a grassroots, not-for-profit, activist organization providing teens with candid sex education materials.
CONTENTS:

Tresspass (Lisabet Sarai)
Start without Me (Raziel Moore (a/k/a Monocle))
You First (Roger Smith)
The Brotherhood of the Hand (Robert Buckley)
Thank God It's Friday (T. Highwayman)
Webcam Amateur (Giselle Renarde)
Quite Contrary (Allison Wonderland)
Through the Walls Dreaming (Michelle Houston)
Moonlight and a Pair of Panties (Arya Rewan)
That Next Time (Thelonius Sexton)
A Stolen Moment (Heidi Champa)
Aftercare (Maximilian Lagos)
Hibernation (Jean Roberta)
Home Again (Jean Roberta)
Bathroom Witch and the Birthday Boy (Giselle Renarde)
Moving Day (Jenna Byrnes)
Young & Crazy (Heather Lin)
Love's Tender Gender Bender (C. Sanchez Garcia)
Like This (Rachel Kramer Bussel)
Digital Manipulation (Alessia Brio)

I'd like to tease you with a little excerpt from my story, Webcam Amateur:

It was a simple curiosity that grew into a fascination, and then a fascination that became an obsession.

I'm talking about solo sex caught on tape--girls who get off in front of their webcams and post it on amateur porn sites. As I said, I tuned in solely out of curiosity. I knew how I got myself off, but I wondered how other women played with their bodies when they were home alone. Maybe I wanted to see if I was "normal." Who knows?

So I watched an amateur webcam video of a slim young woman lying on her bed, and using her fingers and then her toys to bring herself to orgasm. It all looked very familiar. I had to watch another to make sure it wasn't just a one-off.

The same sequence of events repeated in the next webcam masturbation session I watched. This girl was plump with big boobs. To see her on the street, she would have seemed perfectly plain, but her arousal made her sexy. Anyway, just like the first girl, she started with her clit. She played with it over her panties while she squeezed her tits, and then she stripped to get down and dirty with her pussy. She stroked her clit until her need to be filled was visible in her eyes. Then she sunk her plump fingers inside and fucked herself fast.

Patterns repeated, video after video. There were endless variations, of course, but every woman--young, old, curvy, or thin--seemed to start with her clit and her tits and then move on to fucking herself with her fingers or her toys. The pitch and intonation of her pleasured cries were so familiar they could have been my own. It was affirming, watching all this. It made me feel like, yes, I am one of them. I bring myself to orgasm the same ways they do. We all are one.

Maybe it's strange to find webcam masturbation sessions cosmic, but after watching one after another after another, I do. That's why I decided to make my own...

To read more, buy the antho. It's only $2.49!

Cheers,

Giselle

Quick Six TNG with M.D. Grimm


1. What does "vanilla" mean to you?
Simple, sweet, a little boring. Not as intense as Chocolate. Reliable.


2. Is there any moment from your life that you remember in slow motion?
When I was bitten by a dog as a child.

3. What's the most unsettling movie you've ever seen?
The Ring (creepy child...*shivers*)


4. If you had to get a tattoo on your face, what would you want it to
look like?
A blue serpent dragon with red eyes.


5. How many monkeys jumping on the bed?
Five.


6. Which of the books or stories you've written is your favourite?
I have to say that my favourite story is always the one I am writing at the time. I don't have a link to my book, unfortunately...I will be published in Janurary at Torquere Press. The story is called "A Giant's Friend".
Blurb: Can love flourish in a time of war? Jeth and Kodie have been friends since childhood and their army is guarding a mountain pass against the invading Carpathians. Jeth's father was half-giant and he has always been persecuted because of his lineage. Jeth has found his place in war. But when Kodie admits his feelings, will Jeth find a new place? A place where his best friend becomes his lover?
...Find out in January at Torquere Press! :D

Sunday, November 14, 2010

A Lesbian Sip: Defining Moments by Giselle Renarde

Can I tempt you with a lesbian Sip?

Defining Moments
by Giselle Renarde

Devra remembers the exact moment she realized she was a lesbian. When she talks to her girlfriend Priti about growing up as a child of the eighties, she's flooded by memories of pretending to be just like all the other girls. Devra's known she was different nearly forever, but what about Priti? Even now, sleeping with Devra every night, she refuses to identify as a lesbian. Will a war of words ruin their cozy winter evening together?
Sample

There were certain conversations that never took place in the summertime. The sun might pride herself as the great elucidator, but winter was the season of humble introspection. When outside it was bitterly cold, what else was there to do but curl up in bed together, to kiss and touch and writhe in unison, then bask in the warmth of each other's bodies?

When snowflakes like cotton balls fell from the sky, Devra wrapped her arms and a fleecy blanket around Priti's shoulders and kissed her hair. Sighing, Priti rolled onto her back and gazed out the window. The streetlights made the falling snow glow bright white against a backdrop of blue.

"How did you know you liked girls?" Priti asked.

Devra was somewhat amazed the topic had never come up before. "You mean when did I first know?" she clarified.

"Yeah. Did you have a Eureka moment where you were like, 'Aha! I'm a lesbian?'"

She recognized it was meant to be a joke, but Devra ruminated nonetheless. "Not exactly. I mean, yes, sort of, but I wouldn't have used those words at that time."

"Why not?" Priti asked, then continued without waiting for an answer. "Because you didn't want to be pigeonholed or grouped into somebody else's narrow definition of sexual identity?"

Devra propped up her head with the palm of her hand. "No. Because I was five."

Buy Now from Torquere Press!

Oh, I almost forgot: Torquere Press asks us authors if we'd like to provide "author extras" to help promote our books. An author extra can be anything from a story behind the story to an additional scene that didn't make it into the book. For "Defining Moments" I decided to write up an extra scene to share with you. Here it is!

Author Extra:

As Priti cuddled her cheek against Devra’s shoulder, Devra reflected on
childhood hours spent in front of the TV. Every Friday night, Dad would
fire up the VCR. They’d eat pizza and pop and chips -- all special treats
-- and the whole family would watch the same set of animated classics.

“I never knew why,” she told Priti, “but something always bugged me about
those movies: the brave prince, the useless princess, the heteromance… it
all made me feel a bit nauseous.”

“Nauseous?” Priti giggled and nuzzled Devra’s neck. “That’s silly. I
learned English from those movies. I still like them.”

How could someone Devra loved so deeply have such lousy taste? She drew a
long breath to figure out exactly what she was trying to say. “Even when I
was a little kid, I watched those happily-ever-after prince-and-princess
movies and I knew that wasn’t everybody’s story. I remember turning to my
parents one time and saying, ‘Not everybody is like that.’ They didn’t know
what the hell I was talking about, of course, so they asked, ‘Not
everybody’s like what?’ But at that age, I didn’t know what I meant either.
I didn’t know what a lesbian was yet, I just knew I didn’t want to be that
princess or grow up to marry that prince.”

“I wanted to be a princess,” Priti said. “I wanted to be rich and wear long
silk gowns, and get presents and dance all night.”

Even if Priti’s words were true, Devra didn’t want to hear them. She
especially didn’t want to hear the answer to her next question, but she
asked it anyway: “What about the prince? Was there a prince in your little
girl fantasy?”

Priti looked away quickly, and shrugged her shoulders just as fast. “I
wanted to be the princess. Every princess marries a prince.”

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

m i TMI?


For as long as I've been a published author, I've received two pieces of advice:

1. Get personal with readers. They want to know all about you, know you're a real person, hear about your life, etc.

2. Don't tell readers about your life. It's dangerous, alienating, unprofessional, and generally TMI.*

*TMI=Too Much Information

I get where both sides are coming from, but I do what feels right for me--career-wise, and personally. I'm sure those who hold #2 as the Golden Rule would call me horribly rude, crude, and unprofessional, and that's their prerogative, but I like tweeting and blogging and chatting about my life. Even my sex life...because, hell, I write erotica for a living. Why not share my life experience, be it heavenly-erotic or earthy-amusing?

When the opportunity came along to contribute to Chrissie Bentley's new book The Bad Girl's Sweet Kiss: A blow-by-blow anthology of first time fellatio and other oral delights, I was beyond excited.

Are you familiar with the premise of this book? Here's the blurb:

A blow-by-blow anthology of first-time fellatio and other oral delights. Chrissie Bentley is a woman on a mission - to raise the profile of oral sex. In 'The Bad Girl's Sweet Kiss' she has brought together her own experiences as well as those of many other erotic writers from all over the world. From some of the most well-known voices in erotica to more recent newcomers to the field, everybody's first time is different. In this diverse collection of blow-by-blow accounts exploring an oft-overlooked act of intimacy, you'll find something to shock, titillate, amuse as well as trigger memories of your own oral initiation.
It's not just any old erotica antho. This one is full of true stories. Yes, it is! We authors share the stories of our first experiences with oral sex. For reals! If you'd like to hear the excruciating details of my first time giving a blow job, it's all there in black and white. I was brutally honest, just for you.

Well, for me too, I must admit. I like honesty. I would rather share the truth than hide behind the facade of lies. Maybe that's why I share so much about my life with readers: I'm not ashamed of my life's weirdness or queerness or un-normal-ness, and I hope my openness can encourage others to feel proud of who they are.

So, am I TMI? At times, yes, certainly. But if it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me.

Hugs,
Giselle

Monday, November 8, 2010

Quick Six TNG with Lara Zielinsky

It's my great delight to bring you today's Quick Six interview with Lara Zielinsky.

1. What does "vanilla" mean to you?

Vanilla means sweet and simple moments. Nothing too elaborate, but smooth and easy on the palate, an easy romantic read.


2. Is there any moment from your life that you remember in slow motion?

Falling from a slide when I was five years old. Weirdest thing. Couldn't stop my fall, but was completely aware of it the whole way to the ground.


3. What's the most unsettling movie you've ever seen?

Sybil, the original with Sally Field. O.M.G. What a horrifying story, and to realize it's essentially true? Devastatingly upsetting.


4. If you had to get a tattoo on your face, what would you want it to look like?

If I *had* to get a tattoo on my face? You'd better kill me before I kill you for trying. No one is going anywhere near my face with needles of any kind.


5. How many monkeys jumping on the bed?

5 monkeys jumping on the bed.


6. Which of the books or stories you've written is your favorite?

I really love my first novel -- who forgets their first love, after all? It's titled Turning Point:

Actresses Brenna Lanigan and Cassidy Hyland have been cast as polar opposites -- including the ice. The icy thaw between them begins when Cassidy invites the cast to her five year old son's birthday party. Slowly the thawed space fills with warm moments of conversation, commiseration, and camaraderie. Gradually both women come to accept a love they never expected.

Visit http://lzfiction.net/pub.html#tp for all the buy links.

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Lara Zielinsky
laraz@lzfiction.net
http://www.lzfiction.net/
Latest release: Turn for Home
PD Publishing: http://tinyurl.com/22lxhec

Friday, November 5, 2010

New Release: FRIENDS OF DOROTHY

I can't begin to tell you how happy I am with FRIENDS OF DOROTHY, my new MMF title from lyd Alterotica. I rarely write cowboy stories, but...WOW...I might just start pumping out the Western!

In this very early prequel to LESLIE GOOSEMOON RIDES AGAIN, rodeo star Leslie Goosemoon is caught cross-dressing red-handed...or, more accurately, red-pantied. How does he goes from laughing-stock to bar brawl to MMF ménage participant? You'll just have to read the book and find out! ;-)

Friends of Dorothy - Giselle Renarde

$2.50

When rodeo king Leslie Goosemoon is caught wearing lacy red panties, he becomes more than a laughing stock. In fact, Dorothy's Tavern is turned upside down by the ensuing brawl! Does Dorothy know just what Leslie needs? Or does her boyfriend Ricky know better?

Blurb:


Leslie Goosemoon is a rodeo star with legions of ladies fawning over him. Things are getting hot and heavy with Sheryl, the one-night-stand he picked up at Dorothy's Tavern, when she zips open his jeans and finds Leslie Goosemoon wearing ladies' panties--silky and red with lace around the top. By the time he returns to Dorothy's, the whole bar's heard about his predilection. Some laugh. Some call him faggot. Nobody understands him, but that doesn't mean Leslie's going to roll over and play dead. Hell, he doesn't fully understand himself! The best he can do is duck the punches and repel the spit.

Ricky, Dorothy's living-in-sin boyfriend, has a theory about the undies: Leslie dresses like a lady because he secretly wants to get with another man. That doesn't sound right to Leslie, but he has no counter. He doesn't know why he likes the silky feel against his skin. When Ricky gets hit in the head with a boot, Dorothy becomes mother bear. She kicks out the offenders and sends Leslie to take care of Ricky upstairs in their apartment. hey all know what's going to happen next.



Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-548-1
lyd Category: Bi Line
Length: 9000 words
Rating: 4
Formats Available: pdf, prc, lit, zipped html,lrf, epub, RB
Ebook Cover Price: $2.50

Buy Link: http://www.loveyoudivine.com/index.php?main_page=document_product_info&cPath=26&products_id=718



Excerpt:

Ricky swung his head in so close Leslie felt the stubble prick his cheek. Ricky’s tone was not unsympathetic when he said, “I heard you were a faggot.”

Leslie knew how other men would react to the accusation—they’d smash a glass, toss a chair, or throw a punch. He wasn’t about to do anything like that. First off, he felt a hole inside his chest that seemed to be sucking in everything around him. With all that happening inside, he had no energy to expend. Second, Leslie knew he was no faggot, so what difference did it make who said what? He liked pussy.

“Are you?” Ricky asked. His voice seemed strained with despair, or with hope—the two sounded much alike to Leslie.

“No,” Leslie said. “That’s what Sheryl went around telling all these people? I’m a faggot?” He would have laughed if he weren’t so on edge.

Ricky turned his gaze to Dorothy as she flirted with the boys at the bar. That woman got everybody’s hopes on the rise. Strange that Ricky never seemed the least bit jealous. Most of the men around here would fight a bull if he caught it looking his girl up and down. Of course, that was likely the reason Dorothy was stepping out with Ricky and not those of the bitterly possessive lot. Dorothy was slender, but she was a powerhouse in disguise. If Leslie could be a woman, he’d want to be every bit like Dorothy.

“Sheryl said you were prancing around in ladies’ underpants,” Ricky said, shattering Leslie’s focus. “She said you didn’t show her a very good time because you were…you know…” He paused to rephrase, tracing his fingernail across the bar’s natural wood grain. Gazing down at the patina, he leaned in so close Leslie felt the heat of Ricky’s cheek against his own. He spoke very softly. “She said you liked dick.”

Thank the good lord Dorothy was looking away and Ricky’s face was nestled in beside his ear—that way, nobody noticed his eyes growing too big for their sockets. He’d never considered the possibility. Not that he didn’t know other guys liked to relieve their tensions together, just that he’d never imagined doing it himself. He’d always craved pussy. From the time he was a young snip, he’d chased the girls and kissed their cheeks. Could Sheryl be right about him? Maybe she saw something he couldn’t. Maybe he’d always been secretly drawn to ladies’ clothing because he wanted to be fucked like one of them.

In his confusion, Leslie chuckled and furled his brow. Backing away from the pool of Ricky’s musky aroma, he shook his head side to side. “Well, that ain’t how it happened,” he said. Aw shit! Now Dorothy was waltzing on over! Why was everybody so interested in his private life? Sometimes the scrutiny he faced as a rodeo star was downright deplorable. Sure, everybody expected him to be a ladies’ man, but get caught wearing ladies’ underwear and suddenly your name is mud!

Click Here to get your copy from loveyoudivine Alterotica!

Hugs,

Giselle Renarde

Canada just got hotter!

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Quick Six TNG with Berengaria Brown

1. What does "vanilla" mean to you?


Icecream. LOL. Missionary position, one man/one woman sex. Which can be enjoyable, but ménages and a little spice are better. Who doesn’t like some chocolate topping and nuts on their vanilla icecream!



2. Is there any moment from your life that you remember in slow motion?


No, but sitting at my desk at the day job sometimes drags, when I’d rather be at home writing and talking to the characters in my head.



3. What's the most unsettling movie you've ever seen?


I don’t watch that type of movie. I’m more a James Bond kinda gal. Gotta love explosions, car chases, and yummy heroes.



4. If you had to get a tattoo on your face, what would you want it to look like?


Something timeless and a little different, but still small. Not a

butterfly or flower. Maybe a heart on my cheek?



5. How many monkeys jumping on the bed?


Three: two male and a female. I do tend to write MMF ménages.



6. Which of the books or stories you've written is your favorite?


A good Momma doesn’t have favorites, but I am partial to outdoor sex and Huldah does have a very good time with Derek and Corey.


“Huldah’s Two Hikers” by Berengaria Brown


Huldah aims to conquer the challenging three-day hike. Derek and Corey plan to conquer Huldah.


Derek is tall, dark and dominating. Golden-blond Corey is warm and caring and can turn a campfire meal into a feast. Huldah just wants to prove to herself she can navigate and hike the trail. But the two men are awfully yummy. And distracting. Besides, sex outdoors is very good, especially with two men at once.


Between them, the two men bring Huldah’s passions to the boil and the three enjoy the hottest, most innovative sex ever.


Then Derek’s bossiness starts to cause problems. What will happen when they reach the end of the trail? And will they even get there if Derek insists on doing the navigating?


Buy link: http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=509&zenid=313fcb9d7b9591fff14ba37fe86cdbf6


Berengaria Brown

http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/