Friday, September 30, 2011

6 Steps to FREE Publicity: A Book You Need To Read


While Donuts and Desires isn't a review site, I came across a book I absolutely needed to share with you.
6 Steps to FREE Publicity by Marcia Yudkin is a brilliant marketing tool that I highly recommend to absolutely anybody. Seriously. Anybody, any business, any market. Its applications are just that broad, and yet as I was reading this book I felt, every step of the way, that Yudkin was speaking directly to me. That's no mean feat!

Let me backtrack a bit, because I've left a few things out already. First off, what is 6 Steps to FREE Publicity? Well, it's a book about marketing and promotions, at a base level, but when I was reading it, I found myself reflecting upon the little examples Yudkin provided. Although it's non-fiction, it was on my mind the way a novel would have been. I actually looked forward to coming home, making myself a nice cup of tea, and sitting down with Yudkin's book.

Another little detail I managed to omit is that it's the third edition of 6 Steps to FREE Publicity that I'm talking about. I haven't read the first two, but I gather the third deals more with internet promotion--score!

When I flipped through this lime green paperback in the library, it was Yudkin's approachable writing style that drew me in. This book contains information I needed to know, but its delivery is what most impressed me. A book about marketing could very easily be boring. 6 Steps to FREE Publicity is not. A book about marketing could be so general that the reader can't imagine how it might be applicable to her business. Not the case, here. Yudkin provides examples from a broad range of entrepreneurs and somehow, miraculously, even when she's describing a publicity method utilized by a pet care business, I could always see a way to apply those ideas in the promotion of my books and myself as a writer.

And, getting right down to it, most of the people reading my blog are probably writers. If you are an author, as I am, and you feel like you need a stronger foundation in promoting your work but you don't want to spend a fortune doing it, read 6 Steps to FREE Publicity. Yudkin cites many examples from authors, including writers of romance fiction, which are particularly applicable to our endeavours.

I honestly can't believe how much I learned from this book. Although I was taking notes all the way through, Yudkin's use of concrete examples and amusing anecdotes helped to cement various concepts in my mind. I can't over-emphasize how approachable her tone is. Yes, this is going to sounds super-flaky, but as I was reading this book I kept thinking, "She gets me! Marcia Yudkin really gets me!"

6 Steps to FREE Publicity is an invaluable resource for indie authors. I'm so glad I picked it up--and you will be, too!

Hugs,
Giselle



Thursday, September 29, 2011

Sapphic Signs: Seeking Light in the Shadows

Welcome to our third week of showcasing Torquere Press' line of lesbian erotic romance, Sapphic Signs. This week it's Aries and...
by Moondancer Drake

Solanaceae has been fighting this war for a long time, determined to save the Fae homelands from the sickness infecting her people. She had always been so certain who the real enemy was. Man. Certain, that is, until she meets Maven. The Magi woman is fascinating and beautiful, but the secrets she reveals challenge everything Solanaceae has ever known. Maven warns of dangers in the darkness, dangers that threaten to devour both Fae and human alike. Dangers, Solanaceae is told she is destined to face.

Together she and Maven are Creation’s last hope for survival, but first Solanaceae must defeat her own hate before it consumes her. Will Maven’s love be enough?

Sample

I sat on the edge the bed, hugging myself around the waist. I wanted to believe she was right this time, that what he said didn’t mean anything. I wanted to believe that there was no Void, no great destiny. I wanted to believe that things could go back to being the way they had always been. The trouble was as a child of the sign of Aries, a creature of battle, of vengeance, I’d never had any use for lies. Now, when I wished it most, I couldn’t even lie to myself. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve always been so sure of things, sure of the truth, sure that I knew my place in the order of things. Now I’m not sure of anything.”

The bed jiggled as she sat next to me. “I can’t imagine what that’s like. I’ve always been one to question things, to doubt that what I knew was all I needed to know. Maybe I’m just more used to being in the dark about things, always seeking answers.”

“Seeking answers? Yeah, that was always my brother’s job, knowing things, researching, questioning.” My brother. Wasn’t he the one who said this was all crazy? “Now I don’t even know how to find out what’s true and what’s not.”

“You’re shivering.” Maven wrapped an arm around my shoulder and her warmth sent a deeper shiver through me. “I didn’t think your people felt temperatures like hot and cold.”

I looked up at her. Curiosity and worry mingled in her expression. My brother had been right about her kind. Those eyes, there was something not quite human there, something that called to me. I wish I knew the response. I wish I knew the right song, the proper chord, the magic thing that would make the perfect connection between my soul and the one that called to me from behind those eyes. “I’m an outcast, Maven. There always comes a loss of power with banishment. The price of disobeying the Courts. My people did not approve of my mission of vengeance. They demanded that I stop my visits to the surface, that I not fight the enemy I witnessed destroying the Fae. I refused. I knew what needed to be done. I knew who the real enemy was…” I looked down at my hands, hands that had been washed with blood more times than I could fully recall, and I found myself wondering. Had all the blood spilled by these hands been guilty? Could some have been that of the innocent tainted by the Void? Was there any way I’d ever know for sure?

Tender hands grazed my cheek, and then the other, wiping away tears as fast as they fell. I closed my eyes, allowing the grief this moment, giving myself permission to release what needed to fly free. I felt warm breath on my face, and before I could stop her, Maven kissed away a fresh tear. “No. Wait.”

I opened my eyes, and I could still see the wetness glistening on her lips. “My tears. They… they can have a narcotic, even a hallucinogenic effect on humans. I’m not sure what they would do to a Magi.”

Maven smiled. “A walking pharmaceutical. How convenient.”

“Not always.” I hesitated. Why did I care so much what she thought? Was I frightened she might turn away from me if I told her the truth? I had always been one to say what I thought, never holding back, never sugarcoating facts, so why did the words cling to my tongue now?

“What do you mean?”

I drew in a cleansing breath, to steady myself before speaking. “As it is well known the Fae are tied to the land, but what many people do not understand is that there are more different types of Fae than there are stars in the universe. We could be tied to a particular animal, plant, stone, element, emotion, anything… and we are not just similar to that but we are borne of the spirit of that thing. For me, I am born from the heart of the nightshade and have been blessed and nourished beneath the Aries sun. There is poison in my blood, as deadly as the most venomous snake, in my tears… they are the mind-altering toxins of the nightshade herself.”

“I guess that makes you dangerous.”

“No.” I said. “That makes me deadly.”

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Everybody Wants Free Shower Sex


I pay attention to search terms. I obsess over web stats. These are the things I devour at 3 in the morning, when sane people are tucked safely into bed. That's how I know there are many, many people who arrive here at Donuts & Desires after searching: Free Shower Sex or free sex in the shower or erotica shower story or even freeshowersex, all one word, like they're so eager to find it they can't even bear to hit the space bar.

Okay, I hear you, et voilà! Free Shower Sex: an excerpt from my story THIRD RAIL, which is available on its own as an ebook and also in my trans erotica anthology MY MISTRESS' THIGHS. For the lovers of erotic showers, here is some....free shower sex!

Excerpt from Third Rail

by Giselle Renarde


"Are you sure you’re okay?”


He turned to look at her, one hand on the glass door. His hard gaze put her in her place.


“No, I’m not okay, I’m horny as hell!” he growled, grasping Kokoro around the waist.


“What?” Kokoro cried as he pulled her under the fall of steamy water and closed the shower door. How could Martin go from a state of collapse to…this? Not that she was complaining…


He spun her around so her face stopped inches from the beach-pebble shower wall, her hands and forearms pressed against the smooth rocks. “I can’t go to work until I’ve fucked the life out of you.”


The wet silk of her chemise clung to her flesh as Martin forced it up and over her ass. It’s amazing how heavy silk can feel once it’s waterlogged. Particularly when it’s heaped on one’s lower back while one stands on tiptoes.


Brief flashes of caring moments flickered before Kokoro’s eyes as she tumbled into ritual submission.


“Are you a cock addict, Kokoro?” Martin grunted.


“Yes.”


He was close behind her. His erection, slick with soap and warm water, rested against her ass cheek.


“You want cock?”


“Yes.”


“You need it?”


“Hell, yes.”


Teasing her, he brushed his hard cock gently between her cheeks. God, she just wanted to grab that thing and shove it inside her wet cunt, but it wasn’t her place. She would speak when spoken to and do as instructed.


“Whose cock do you need?”


“Your cock.”


Martin chuckled in that very domineering manner of his. “Oh, so I’ve got my own little cock addict, do I?”


Kokoro surged at that term, “cock addict,” so filthy and raw. She had to speak those dirty words, feel them in her mouth. “Yes, I’m your cock addict, yes. I need your cock. I need it.”


His knees were bending; she could see them when she looked down. His knees were bending and his cockhead was sitting at the entrance to her wet cunt.


“Do you love my cock?”


“Yes, I love it.”


In a move of tremendous generosity, he thrust inside her all at once, all in one motion, and Kokoro was propelled forward. Her arms strained as she struggled to keep her face away from the beach-stone wall.

“What do you love?” he asked, plunging deep inside her cunt.


“I love your thick, hard cock,” Kokoro gushed, immediately fearing she’d said too much. A one- word response was all that was required. Two words, perhaps.


“How much do you love it?”


“So much.”


“How much?”


“So much…” She wasn’t sure what kind of answer he was anticipating.


“How much?” he asked again, grasping her slippery hips and fucking her so hard it panged.


“So much I would crawl naked through brambles for just one lick of it.”


That was too many words. He wouldn’t like that response. Kokoro braced herself, squeezed her pussy muscles tight so he wouldn’t go away. The worst, most sadistic thing Martin could do at this moment would be to pull out.


And that’s precisely what he did.


If you want more, buy the book! (I know, I'm a tease.)

Monday, September 26, 2011

Quick Six PRO with Jean Joachim

This one's a two-parter! Stay tuned for the second half of this interview next week:

Quick Six PRO
Interview with Jean Joachim

Q: What's hot on the market these days?
Paranormal seems to me to be cooling a little though it is still hot. Erotic romance is hot now, but there are always readers looking for contemporary and historical romances, too.

Q: What's the most time-consuming part of a writer's life?
It's a tossup between promotion and writing, though writing usually takes up the most time, as it should. That includes editing, re-writing and researching.

Q: On the topic of ebook piracy, hunter or head in the sand?
I tend to be head-in-the-sand because I am so busy writing new books right now. I'm too new to worry about that.

Q: What should a writer's priority be?
Writing, always. If you're not creating new books, you're not moving ahead. No one wants to be considered a one-book wonder. You'll have nothing to promote if you spend all your time promoting and not enough writing.

Q: How do you handle a bad review?
I stomp my feet. I cry, or at least tear up, call a friend, rant in a private Facebook group, have a glass of wine, reread the review to see if I agree with anything it says...then when I've convinced myself the reviewer doesn't know beans, I move on.

Q: What advice do you give aspiring authors?
Keep writing! Write every day and don't give up on your dream.

--
Jean Joachim
Author
Sunny Days, Moonlit Nights
Now and Forever 1, a Love Story

Blurb for: "Now and Forever 1, a Love Story"

Callie Richards was no stranger to heartache. Her parents were killed when she was sixteen. Left with her older sister, she fell into a romance with good-looking, Kyle Maine. They became engaged and Callie’s future was set until he was killed in Iraq. Two years later, she pulls herself together to get her Master’s degree and restart her life on her own.

Working and studying at Kensington State University, Callie meets Mac Caldwell, the handsome dean. Together they fight a deadly campus drug ring with heart-breaking results. This is an emotional story, not a cookie-cutter romance, that will make you laugh and cry as Callie struggles to make a new life, find love and her happy ending.

Buy link for amazon.com

http://www.amazon.com/Now-Forever-Love-Story-ebook/dp/B005FGATE6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1312369854&sr=1-1

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Callie and the Hipsters, Cougar MMF Menage

This Sunday's Six Sentences come from one of my new releases, Callie and the Hipsters. It's a funny little cougar MMF Menage ebook from the "Hot Flash" line at Secret Cravings Publishing.

In this brief episode, our cougar Callie has woken up after a night of serious Kahlua drinking with her son's hipster friends. She needs to use the bathroom but the toilet is occupied by a young woman's head. Some of you may be more familiar with this type of hangover interaction than others. In fact, hey, it's Sunday morning--some of you may be enjoying such interactions right now:

“I really need to pee,” Callie said to the girl with her head in the toilet.

The girl tried to point, but her hand fell back down at her side as she mumbled, “Use the shower.”

“To pee?”

“Mmhhhuhmm…”

“Huh?”

“Meh.”


There you have it! If you enjoy this type of incredibly stimulating dialogue, why not pick up a copy of Callie and the Hipsters? (There's some family drama and hot sex, too, but... you know, whatevs)

Hugs,
Giselle

Friday, September 23, 2011

Call for Submissions: Holiday Short Stories

Hello writerly people! I have a call for submissions to share, and this one's from my mainstream ebook publisher, Untreed Reads. This is not a call for erotica. Just thought I'd point that out, since i know many of us focus on sex... sex... SEX! Or maybe that's just me. *ahem*

Untreed Reads is announcing an open call for short stories for our holiday season. Please note the following:

1. The holidays we are interested in are Thanksgiving, Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah and New Year's. We are looking for Hanukkah and Kwanzaa stories in particular.
2. Short stories may be in any genre (except religious, erotica, children's or anything above a PG-13 romance), but must encompass one of the holidays listed above.
3. The short stories will NOT be in an anthology, but rather published as stand-alone stories. All will receive our standard short story line covers.
4. Previously published material is fine providing electronic rights have reverted to the author.
5. Stories may not be shorter than 1500 words or longer than 5000.
6. Deadline for Thanksgiving submissions is October 31, 2011. Christmas, Kwanzaa and Hanukkah is November 15th. New Year's is November 30th. Submissions received after these dates will not be considered.
7. For this call, we can only accept works where we can be granted worldwide English rights.
8. This is an open call, and may be reposted and resubmitted everywhere.

All submissions should be sent to Jay Hartman, Editor-in-Chief, at jhartman@untreedreads.com. Submissions should be in Times New Roman, 12pt and DOC format attachment. Submissions may NOT be submitted as either PDF or in the body of an email. Stories sent in that manner will not be considered. Please indicate the holiday in your subject line in the format: HOLIDAY: NAME OF STORY.

Once we have selected our stories for the season, all authors will be notified as to the final status of their submitted manuscript.

For any questions regarding this call, please direct them to Jay Hartman at jhartman@untreedreads.com.

Best,
Jay Hartman
Editor-in-Chief
Untreed Reads Publishing

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Sapphic Signs: Pisces by Adrianne Brennan

It's the second week of our Sapphic Signs celebration, and today's featured lesbian title from this astrological line at Torquere Press is...

Pisces


by Adrianne Brennan

Marissa Balik would do anything to get away from her job on Jupiter Station, including transferring to another post on board the space vessel Ichthyes, whose destination and true objectives are not what they initially appear. Soon she’s thrust into a world where alien technology, space exploration, and solving mysteries are every day events, and the new assignment proves to be complicated further by her increasing attraction to its captain, Victoria Van Maanen.


When a mission turns both strange and dangerous, Marissa must fight not just to keep from succumbing to her feelings for Victoria, but to stay alive. Can she rely both upon her wits and her captain to survive?


Sample

With great caution Marissa backed away from Dr. Naida, keeping her in her field of vision the entire time. “C-captain, what the hell is going on here?” She managed to speak just above a harsh whisper, her throat tight.

She heard a rumbling sound from somewhere behind her. Turning towards it, she saw a large machine rattling. Then it began to fall—right over where Captain Van Maanen stood.

“Victoria!” Adrenaline racing through her, Marissa sprinted and shoved the captain out of the way. The two collapsed onto the ground, Marissa falling onto Van Maanen. A great crunch and a thud, and the machine landed on the floor mere inches from where they were — in addition to blocking the door leading out.

The noise rang in Marissa’s ears, and her breath came fast and hard. She looked down and realized with a start that the captain’s body lay pinned beneath hers. She could hear the captain’s own panting, feel her chest rising and falling. Warm and soft, but firm. The sensation was too familiar, way more pleasant than the circumstances called for.
Now is really the wrong time to get turned on by the captain.

And Marissa had addressed her by her first name.
Professional, gotta keep this professional....


Buy Now from Torquere Press: http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=3053

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Gorgeous Cover for The Finer Things

I don't write a heck of a lot of vanilla(ish) erotic romance, but I'm extremely pleased with my upcoming short The Finer Things, coming soon from Secret Cravings Publishing. And, as is always the case with the work of Dawné Dominique, I am blown away by the outstanding cover. Makes me want to buy 10 copies right now!

As soon as Melanie arrives home for summer break, she remembers why high school in her absentee parents' house was such a trial. Her parents' maid Sinta is her favorite person around...until Melanie meets Sinta's son Jansen. He's not at all what Melanie anticipates of someone in work clothes, and she's blown away when he mentions that they actually attend the same university. When Jansen offers Melanie a summer job at the factory of his employ, she surprises herself by accepting the position. She's amazed at how good it feels to work hard and go home exhausted -- and making out in the parking lot during their lunch hour is just the icing on the cake! Jansen is full still of surprises, though. He tells Melanie about his mother's early years as the daughter of wealthy parents in Indonesia, and she learns that their maid has led a more interesting life than anyone else she knows.

The Finer Things by Giselle Renarde: Coming Soon from Secret Cravings Publishing

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Giselle Renarde Erotica for $0.99

So, sometimes you don't want to spend more than a dollar on an ebook. That's cool. I shop off the dollar table at Indigo (that's a bookstore here in Canada) and I've discovered some great stuff there.

Here are a few of my erotica and queer fiction titles you can snag for $0.99 (at time of posting~prices sometimes fluctuate):

Gigglepuss, the title I so love! Lesbian schoolgirl fun, giggling, kissing, toe-sucking... I just love this story. I really do.

Faithful John and the Dungeon Ravens, BDSM Romance, Fairy Tale Bondage Erotica


Kandinsky's Shirt Button, Trans Call Girl + Nerdy Accountant = Erotic Romance


Cunning Little Vixens, M/F/F/F Schoolgirl Menage, Erotic Historical and Quirky Comedy:


Ugly Naked People, Lesbian Eating Disorder Romance Short (This one's queer lit fic, not erotica, but it is award-nominated and a category bestseller. And there is nudity.)
Hope you find something you like. For $0.99, it's worth a go!

Monday, September 19, 2011

Quick Six PRO with Dakota Trace


Quick Six PRO
Interview with Dakota Trace


Q: What's the most time-consuming part of a writer's life?

I'd have to say the editing part. It seems like I'm always editing something. That could be an illusion though. The actual writing flies by so quickly because I'm usually in a groove, whereas the editing portion of it seems to take more time because I'm fixing, analyzing and adjusting problem areas. Probably because it uses a different part of my brain than the creative part the writing does.

Q: On the topic of ebook piracy, hunter or head in the sand?

I'm probably more along the lines of head in the sand. I periodically check on my titles by googling them and even when I do and find them, I get extremely frustrated by the piracy sites themselves that I give up. Of course, I realize they aren't going to make it easy for me but I have better ways to spend my time, like writing the next book in my series.

Q: How do you handle a bad review?
First I cuss out loud at the computer, then talk to my hubby, before I pick apart the review to see why the reviewer didn't like it. If I think it's a valid reason...something I could've done better, I take it into consideration as I write my next book. If not, I figure everyone is entitled to their opinion and forget about the review.


Q: What advice do you give aspiring authors?

Find a good beta reader/editor that isn't necessarily you're biggest fan. Unfortunately those that are have a tendency to say, "I love it!" and it could be the worse thing they ever read. It's kinda like asking the hubby, "do you think this makes me look fat?" Do you honestly expect him to tell you does?


Q: Do you have a preference for short stories or longer works?

If you'd have asked me this question six months ago, I'd have said longer works. But as of late, I've been pushing myself to see if I can write stories that are less than 10K. I can say I'm enjoying the challenge, even when I fail - such as my recent story that ended up being 12K instead of the 10K I was shooting for.


Q: Do you find yourself writing for the market and not for YOU, or self-censoring in any way?

Honestly I can say I try to stay on top of the trends of what's selling, hence my most recent foray into writing m/m. I've never in the past thought of even attempting it, until I received several requests to write a book for a secondary m/m couple from Nisey's Awakening and Taming Kalinda, but before I do, I decided to test the waters and write a short to see how well it goes over.

Q: How have the people in your life reacted to your career as a writer?

For the most part, my family has been very supportive...sometimes too supportive. And why do I say that? It's one thing to have my adult sister and brother to say, "Cool, meet my sister, the smut writer." (that's an inside joke btw) and another to have my son giving out my books marks to his teachers at school. (True story - the little bugger gave all his sixth grade teachers one of my bookmarks. Mom and him had a to have a discussion between what the difference is between Romance and Erotic romance and why it wasn't appropriate for him to be giving them out) *shakes head* But otherwise my dad and husband are my biggest fans - and my dad has read everything I've ever written.

Dakota Trace is author of:

Bozka Metjka, better known as Mistress Olivia, has everything she's ever wanted: a successful BDSM club, wonderful friends, and as many horny subs as she wants begging at her feet for the privilege of pleasing her. But now approaching her fortieth birthday, she realizes that something is missing: her Joie de Vivre - and she knows just the man to bring it back – a security consultant, twelve years her junior, who claims there's not a submissive bone in his body.

While Jude Larson won't deny the effect the little brunette has on him, he's in serious denial of his submissive nature. So what if he deliberately wagers against the lovely Domme in hopes of losing so he can spend a little bit of quality time with her? That doesn't make him submissive does it? All too soon he's going to find out when danger stalks Olivia's club and he's called on to protect the sexy Domme of his dreams from a madman.

Buy from eXcessica Publishing

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Eclipse the Stars, trans lesbian erotic romance

Six. Sentence. Sunday-Sunday-Sunday!

Today's 6 come to you from my very latest release, a trans lesbian erotic romance short called Eclipse the Stars.

Eclipse the Stars is part of Torquere Press' 2011 Charity Sip Blitz, which means all proceeds from the sale of this ebook go to this year's charitable organization, It Gets Better. I don't usually push hard for you to buy, buy, buy, but this is for queer youth, so... buy, buy buy!

Short little set-up: Jody is an actress who isn't getting a hell of a lot of work these days. She's worried about fading looks, and monstrously jealous of her girlfriend Renata, a post-op trans woman who seems to wake up more beautiful every morning:

When they stopped at a light, Renata took one hand off the wheel to grab Jody's. "What's wrong?"

Jody forced a laugh as she flicked down the passenger visor. She fluffed her bangs with her spare hand. "You know, a few years ago I would look in the mirror and see Jackie from
That 70's Show. Now I look in the mirror and see Jackie from Roseanne."


Eclipse the Stars is $1.99, and my royalties as well as the publisher's share, cover artist's, everybody's--everything gets donated to It Gets Better. You can buy this transgender lesbian short from Torquere Press.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Saturday Snark: When Callie Met Hipsters...

M/M romance author Marie Sexton just started the latest trend. Just today. It's called "Saturday Snark," where you post a snarky little excerpt from your work. Yippee!!!

When I heard about Saturday Snark, the first book that came to mind was my new release Callie and the Hipsters. Callie arrives at her summer house only to find it overtaken by her son's hipster friends. Here's a bit of snark from their initial interaction:

Turning away from the knitters, Callie took a good look at the tall white kid arranging crudité on her good platter. His hair was frizzy and seemed five times the size of his face, most of which was concealed by a thick beard. Callie felt a little like she’d fallen down the rabbit hole. Girls knitting? Boys eating vegetables? Not a keg in sight? These kids were so strange. This party was hardly what she would call a party, and she couldn’t conceal her amusement. “When I was at university, we’d be smoking pot and pigging out on potato chips by now.”

The girls gave her a pitiful smile, as if to say, “You poor dear!” The boy shook his head. “How would you like to be lit on fire for someone else’s amusement?” he asked. “Or boiled in oil! Imagine the agony!”

“Geoff is a raw food vegan,” the Asian girl explained.

Not that Callie had any idea what that meant. Her confusion must have shown on her face, because the blonde explained, “He doesn’t eat meat or anything else that comes from animals, and he won’t eat fruits or vegetables that have been cooked.”

Callie had never conceived of such a diet—and she thought she’d heard them all. “Why won’t you eat cooked vegetables?”

His jaw dropped, like he was shocked or even offended by the question. “Can you imagine what it feels like to be dropped in a pot of boiling water?”

With a shrug, Callie said, “Probably not as painful as being eaten alive.”



And there's even more snark at Marie Sexton's website!

It Gets Better Charity Sip Blitz: Eclipse the Stars

Has anybody out there been waiting for some NEW trans lesbian erotica from Giselle Renarde? (That's me--I don't know I'm speaking in the third person. George likes spicy chicken!)

Ahem... okay, let me start over.

One of my publishers, Torquere Press, put a call out for their annual "Charity Sip Blitz." This year's charity is the It Gets Better project, so how could I not write something awesome? All royalties will benefit It Gets Better. But more on that later.

For my story Eclipse the Stars, I went back to my first love: transgender lesbian erotic romance. As far as I could tell when I scanned the website, Eclipse the Stars is the only lesbian story of all the 33 Charity Sips--if I got that wrong, please somebody punch me in the neck. Or just let me know.

When the call for submissions went out for this project, it specified long-term loving LGBT couples, so that's what we've got in Eclipse the Stars. The characters in this short, Jody and Renata, are modeled on my girl and I (big surprise--aren't they all?) which makes this baby close to my heart. I really hope you'll buy it and tell all your friends to support this project: buy erotic romance to raise money for charity. What could be better?

And now, a bit about Eclipse the Stars:

Eclipse the Stars

by Giselle Renarde


Jody and Renata have been together since the start of Renata's transition, and so much has changed in that time. Jody used to be the beautiful, successful actress, and Renata the mousy, insecure, girlfriend. Ever since Renata's surgery, though, she's gained confidence, stopped worrying about passing as female and, in Jody's eyes, blossomed into an incredibly gorgeous woman. Now Renata's gaining all the attention while Jody's getting less acting work and worrying about fading looks. Can Jody set her jealousy aside to give Renata the love, affection, and commitment she deserves?

Sample

Jody breathed in her girl's floral perfume, and that scent broke her. She melted in Renata's arms weaving her fingers together behind Renata's back, trying so hard to keep the tears at bay. "Nobody remembers me anymore. I used to be the pretty one, the actor, the girl everyone was excited to see. Now it's you. Everybody loves you, and that's great and I'm glad, but…"

Jody backed away to get a good look at Renata -- tall, dark hair, Spanish eyes, full pouting lips. In that long black swishy skirt and the silky blouse the colour of a South American sunset, Renata had been the most gorgeous woman at that restaurant. But, then, Renata was always the most beautiful woman in any room.

They floated to bed together, heads finding a pillow to share. "After everything we've been through together, how could you begrudge me the love and affection of others?"

Guilt welled up in Jody and coupled with shame. She couldn't contain the tears now. They streamed down her cheeks, soaking the pillow. "I'm just not used to it," was all she could think to say, but that sounded pathetic. "I'm jealous of you, Renata. I want what you have."

To Jody's amazement, Renata laughed -- laughed even as she kissed the tears from Jody's face and said, "Don't you think I wanted what you had when you were the star? My girlfriend the actress, everybody worships her, everybody wants her. Nobody saw me at your side."

"You were shy."

"I was an oddity, at best." Renata stroked Jody's arms, ran those pretty painted fingernails down her thighs. "I felt so ugly next to you."

Jody couldn't believe her ears. "You were never ugly. Why would you think that? You were mousier before -- before the surgery, I mean -- not quite as bold."

"I was so self-conscious, so worried about passing. The surgery changed more than just my body. Now nobody can call me into question. Nobody can tell me I'm not a real woman. I was mousy because I didn't have this confidence before. I didn't want to be seen. I was afraid, and I hid behind you because I knew little Jody would keep me safe. And I worried I was dragging you down, but I learned that nothing could drag you down, honey, nothing could…" Renata brushed the too-long bangs from Jody's eyes. "What's changed?"

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About the Getting Better Charity Sip Blitz

In 2008, Torquere Press' fantastic authors decided to support a charity with an annual short story collection called our Charity Sip blitz. In the past three years, we've donated more than $13,000.00 to charitable organizations that support GLBT causes.

For 2011, Torquere's authors have chosen the theme "Getting Better" in honor of the It Gets Better project, which helps LGBT youth understand that life as an openly queer adult is not only possible, but happening for millions of people, worldwide. More than thirty authors have written short fiction pieces and have agreed to donate all proceeds of the sales of these stories to this year's charitable organization. Torquere Press Inc. will match the authors' donations completely.

This year, we're also pleased to announce that our distribution partner, Rainbow eBooks, has agreed to be the title sponsor of our Sip collection, and will be our sole distributor outside of the Torquere Books website. Please support our sponsor by visiting them at www.rainbowebooks. com

Torquere Press and our authors truly believe we can make a difference by donating to organizations that promote awareness and equality. If you'd like to help, please support the Charity Sip Blitz and enjoy some great romance today!

Available September 17, 2011 at www.torquerebooks. com and www.rainbowebooks. com

Friday, September 16, 2011

New Release: Callie and the Hipsters


Hot on the heels of
Stacy's Dad Has Got It Going On, another sizzling story hits the market. Callie and the Hipsters is part of Secret Cravings' Hot Flash line of Cougar fiction. This baby's all Multicultural MMF and wickedness hotness. Well, not all, because there's also some family drama you're sure to enjoy. Although it's written primarily as an (erotic) romantic comedy, you might just find it a bit of a tearjerker, too.

Callie and the Hipsters is my first release with Secret Cravings Publishing, and with the keen editorial support at that publishing house, it won't be my last. I hope you will enjoy reading Callie and the Hipsters as much as I enjoyed writing it. And, trust me, this book was a joy to write. As a self-professed hipster doofus, I gotta say... we had it coming. ;-)

When Callie’s husband leaves her for a younger woman, she drives all the way out to the summerhouse only to find it's been taken over by hipsters--twenty-somethings who wear plaid and listen to indie rock and eat nothing but raw broccoli. They're friends of her son, Dante, all queer and quirky students at the nearby university.

At first, Callie's irritated that her son has thrown a party in her haven of relaxation, but when she and a bottle of Kahlua stumble upon two young men gettin' it on in her bed her annoyance morphs into arousal. The drink and the day's multitude of disappointments encourage her to join Vish and Evan, pansexual and polyamorous young men who are more than happy to welcome a vibrant older woman into their bed. How will they feel about inviting Callie into their lives?

Adult Excerpt


Callie froze after pressing the door to the master suite open with her hip. She was still in the doorframe when she realized she wasn't alone. The lights were off, but the moon and its twin in the lake illuminated the space well enough for her to make out two bodies writhing in her bed. Hers and Winston‟s bed. Well, not anymore. She very nearly turned tail and left them to it before remembering this was her bedroom, not theirs, and she'd most likely had a much crappier day than they'd had, so she deserved it more.


And then she thought, well, what am I going to use it for? Drinking alone until she passed out? At least they were having fun. They were young! Let them enjoy life.


Callie didn't move. She wasn't really sure where to go, now. There were two girls making out on the couch downstairs, and up here…were these girls too? Whoever they were, they were too into each other to notice her presence. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the moonlight, and when they did she nearly dropped her Kahlua. They were boys—both of them! At first she wasn't sure. She tried to convince herself the white guy underneath the brown guy was actually female, but they were both buck naked and there was no mistaking balls.


Both guys were skinny. Thin arms, thin frames, thin legs—skinny. She had a much better view of the brown guy—Indian, maybe? South Asian, at any rate. He was fucking the white guy doggie-style—did gay guys call it that? Callie didn‟t know—with the covers and sheets all pushed down to the foot of the bed. Although she felt like a total perv for doing it, Callie crept further inside the bedroom and concealed herself in the darkness of the corner by the door. She gulped down her second bathroom cup of Kahlua and poured herself a third. If she was going to act like an utter reprobate, she should at least have an excuse. Drunkenness was a fine justification for any misbehaviour.


The Indian boy had a hand in the white boy's sandy hair now. Callie could just make out the clutch and pull as he forced his lips against the boy's ear. “You like that, don‟t you? You like my cock in your ass.”


The white boy moaned, but that obviously wasn't good enough. “Tell me you like it,” the Indian guy insisted. “Tell me you like my fat dick in your tight little asshole.”


“I like it,” the white boy cried. It was the first time Callie heard his voice, and it was higher in pitch than she'd anticipated. “Give me your big dick, Vish. Fuck me hard.”


It seemed to Callie that this boy, Vish, was already fucking him hard, but apparently Vish could go harder. “You sure you can handle any more?” he taunted.


“I can take everything you've got, babe.”