Saturday, August 18, 2018

A Playlist for Cherry #NewAdult #MayDecember #Erotica

Remember how much I love music?

Last year I put together a playlist on YouTube, of songs that fit the mood of my novel In Shadow.
Today I've done the same for my book Cherry.

While In Shadow was dark and brooding, Cherry is really rather cheery. And so is the music I've selected for this playlist. I've been working on it for over a year, jotting down any song that matched the tone of Cherry: playful, saucy, and teasingly seductive.

It's mostly indie rock with a hint of the 80s. Or maybe it's the other way around. There's a lot of music from the 80s in there. Actually, I'll tell you why, while I have you on the line: a lot of the 70s and 80s music is stuff we listen to at the cottage. We always tune the radio to Moose FM, and that whole station just reminds me of summertime and family vacations. Since Cherry is set in the summertime (and during a family vacation), the radio station and this novel have sort of fused in my mind. You can also blame the Moose for the Bare Naked Ladies song on this playlist. Or thank them, depending on your level of affection for the group.

Anyway, you can buy Cherry anywhere ebooks are sold. It's also available in print.

If you're a little light on cash, you can also read Cherry at Wattpad:

Just make sure to have my special playlist on in the background. It doesn't sync up to Cherry (or to The Wizard of Oz), but would you believe me if I said it did?
“What about you, Phil? Are you desperate enough for a blow-up doll?” 

Recently-divorced Phil is the last man in the world who should turn Cherry’s head. He’s her father’s best friend, for goodness’ sake! Their love is forbidden, but the forest isn’t big enough to keep two lovelorn people apart… even if they’re totally wrong for each other.

Cherry is an erotic New Adult novel from award-winning author Giselle Renarde. Read it absolutely FREE at Wattpad

And listen to my fun and exciting playlist! I made it to connect with you, human to human, ear to ear, through music.

Monday, August 13, 2018

Spring Fever is Now an #Audiobook
Spring Fever
by Giselle Renarde
from the Transgender and Genderqueer Erotic Romance series

Dotschy doesn't want to think about love everlasting. When spring comes around and she can't stop smiling at Connor the sweet and sensitive semi-closet trans-curious sometimes-crossdresser, she convinces herself it's just infatuation. That doesn't stop her from wanting him.

When Connor puts on a skirt and heels to take Dotschy out on the town, can she set aside her fear of love and give in to spring fever?

Find Spring Fever at...
Audible US:
Audible UK:
...and many more retailers.

Why not check to see if your local library's digital audiobook service has a copy of Spring Fever? It just might. And then you can listen for free! Libraries are awesome.

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Me and She and Florence + the Machine
I'm just sitting here listening to the new Florence + the Machine album. I didn't even realize there was a new Florence + the Machine album until I signed in to my hoopla account looking for something else.

They've been playing the single Hunger on the radio, so I knew there was an album on the way. I just didn't realize it was here. I remember they started playing What Kind of Man months before the release of How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful, which is sitting next to me. It's on the coffee table. I'm on the floor. It's a CD. I'm a person.

I didn't come here to talk about Florence, although I certainly could. I could tell you about the time my friend Nafisa booked us tickets for a play, but she got the dates mixed up so we arrived at the theatre with tickets that weren't good until the following week. We ended up grabbing dessert instead and talking to some girl whose name I don't remember. This girl and her girlfriend were obsessed with Florence. They went to every concert they could afford, which isn't saying much, because it takes a lot of money to stalk a band.

(Just ask my old friend from Girl Guides, who attended every Barenaked Ladies concert in Ontario in the mid-90s.)

Anyway, every time Florence + the Machine comes on the radio, that random girl I met with Nafisa comes to mind. I don't know if she and her girlfriend are still together and still obsessed with Florence, but I'd like to think they are. On both accounts.

I could also tell you about driving up to the cottage last week, armed with this copy of How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful that now sits beside me. We've been driving to this cottage for 20 years.  In that time, I've learned that we lose Toronto radio stations somewhere past Whitby. It's easier to listen to CDs than constantly be trawling local stations.

On the way up, we listened to Florence + the Machine as soon as we lost our Toronto radio. My mom had never heard of Florence, but after a song called Third Eye, she said, "You know, I really like this music. It's very uplifting."

From now on, that'll always be my association with Third Eye: it's the song my mother found uplifting.
I could tell you a week's worth of stories from the cottage. This year's stories are more life-altering than usual.  And, in fact, I've already told them.  I told them to my girlfriend, in letter form. And to you, in the form of a book of correspondences--my second book of correspondences from cottage country, in case you're keeping track.

If you're at all interested in my musings, my family, and my life, I invited you to seek out Hi Babe: Letters to My Sweet.

If you're reading this in the month of July (2018), you can get your copy absolutely free during the big annual Smashwords sale.

Hi Babe is also available at a bunch of ebook retailers and subscription places, and you're welcome to pay, if it be your will, but if you can get it for free... why not?

By the way, here's the song my mom found so uplifting:

Thursday, July 19, 2018

Third Rail is Now an #Audiobook!
Third Rail
from the Transgender and Genderqueer Erotic Romance series
by Giselle Renarde

"When did I become my own rival for your affections?"

Perhaps it is a touch unusual to have a girlfriend and boyfriend both living in the same body, but Kokoro doesn't classify her relationship with Fiona and Martin as strange. Kokoro rides the third rail, a dutifully submissive lover to both aspects of her genderqueer partner's psyche. She goes home with Fiona at night and she leaves the house with Martin the next morning. In between, Kokoro discovers the dynamics of domination and submission aren't necessarily rooted in black leather.

The emotional interplay, “this game of wills”, as Fiona calls it, is a greater aphrodisiac than toy-shop trappings.

This Giselle Renarde classic is now available as an audiobook, narrated by the author!

Find Third Rail at your favourite audiobook retailers, including:

Saturday, June 30, 2018

There will always be storytellers

When I was a child, the principal at my school was an avid storyteller. He would hold assemblies for us students in the gym, which had a gorgeous mural on one wall of the turtle carrying the world on its back. We'd sit cross-legged on the shiny gym floor as our principal brought out his guitar and played along while he told us stories in French and English.

I can't remember which stories he told. What I do remember was the experience. The atmosphere. The rapture and the wonderment.

I loved stories, as a child. I couldn't get enough. My aunts were great storytellers and I gravitated toward them. I could never understand why my mother, who grew up in the same house with them, refused to tell stories. I asked all the time. "Tell me a story from when you were kids." She always said she didn't know any stories, she didn't remember. But my aunts had stories galore. Even if they were the same ones sometimes, I didn't mind.

It didn't bother me to hear the same stories more than once because that's how I memorized them. That's how my family stories became a part of me, handed down from one generation to the next.

When my school principal retired, he went on to become a full-time storyteller. A professional storyteller, a member of Storytellers of Canada/Conteurs du Canada and former president of Storytelling Toronto.

Sometimes we come to our true calling later in life, and I think that was the case with my school principal. We might spend the course of another career honing our craft, gearing up for the big show.

That's sort of how I felt when I started recording my fiction in audio format. I've written a whole lot of erotica and queer fiction in my 12 years as a professional writer, but long before my writing career took off, I was a theatre student. Yes, it's true: I trained as an actor.

Looking back, I see that the impulse to act and the impulse to write come from the same place: the will to tell stories.

Reading my writing is such a powerful experience, for me, because it's a confluence of joys. That's why I appreciate my Audio Erotica patrons so very much. That's why I appreciate those of you who purchase my audiobooks or listen to them via your local library service. Thank you for allowing me to share my voice. It means the world.

These days, it's not so easy to be a writer. Scratch that--it's easier than ever to publish your work. The hard part is making money.

As you know, I make a living from my writing. This is my career. I don't have a part-time (or full-time) job to supplement my income. I rely on book sales, which are quickly swirling toward the drain. As algorithms on big e-commerce sites favour paid advertising, it's harder to make money without a big ad spend. And since I don't spend money on ads, well, that leaves me looking in other directions to earn a living off my fiction.

Audio is quickly becoming my saviour, in that regard. I love telling my stories. I'm able to do it. There are ears out there that want to listen. Your ears. I'm gushing with gratitude. I really am.

Many of the authors I know are about ready to throw in the towel. Quite a few already have. It's frustrating, going from earning a healthy income off your fiction to earning next to nothing. I understand that. Boy, do I understand!

But I also understand that the impulse to tell a story, whether it's on screen or around a campfire or on the page, is impossible to extinguish. Those of us who have chosen to hone our storytelling skills will continue to do so in one form or another.

If you're an author who is struggling, I want you to hold this in your heart: it's only the form that changes. We will go on telling stories. Why? Because there have always been storytellers. There always will be.

Again, my endless gratitude goes out to those who support my audio endeavours on Patreon. If you aren't yet a patron, I encourage you to join up for weekly audio erotica. At last count, there were nearly 10 hours of backlist audio available to patrons. I would be so pleased to share my voice with you.

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Bobbing for Peaches #Lesbian #Erotica #Audiobook

I've been really bad at keeping you updated lately.

Sorry about that.

Like, one of my main focuses has been turning all these short stories I've written over the past 12 years into audiobooks.

If you're a patron of mine on Patreon, you get to listen to a different story every week--lucky you!

But if you're not my patron and you enjoy audio erotica, you can purchase these shorts as audiobooks or see if they're available from your local library. At the moment I'm working on recording another novel, but meanwhile I'm getting shorts out there. A lot of these ones come in anywhere between 22 and 45 minutes, often hovering around the half hour mark, just like watching a TV show.

One recent addition to the audio erotica roster is my lesbian short story Bobbing for Peaches, which involves warm milk and a hot shower.

Someone's getting busy in the kitchen!

When Jocelyn arrives home from work, she finds her girlfriend Melanie preparing a sweet treat: a warm concoction of milk and peaches, with a dash of cinnamon and a hint of pricey Tahitian vanilla.

Good thing Jocelyn's in the mood to play with her food, because it's time to get naked - and get messy!

There are so many places to find my audiobooks, far more than the usual suspects. As I say, if you don't have money to spend on audiobooks, check out whatever system your library uses for digital downloads or streaming of audio content. Search Giselle Renarde. See what comes up. You might be surprised.

And if you have a few bucks to throw at audiobooks, here are some links where you can buy Bobbing for Peaches:








Wednesday, June 6, 2018

#Lesbian #Erotica #FreeRead: The Girl on Your Skin
 The Girl on Your Skin
Lesbian Erotica by Giselle Renarde

How could I complain? I was breaking my own rule.

Nesta and I made lots of rules when we opened up. She wrote them down in the back of her daybook, and we kept those pages pinned to the corkboard by her computer:

-Don’t bring dates home
-Don’t fall in love
-Don’t rave about how great the sex was
-Don’t come to bed smelling like another girl

The list went on, but I was hung up on that last point. All night, I’d been tossing and turning in my sweat-soaked sheets. TV was boring. I went to bed with a book, but the book was boring too. Brought out my vibe. Didn’t do a damn thing. The room felt different when I was alone in it, when I knew Nesta was fucking someone else.

Waiting was killer. Lying alone in our bed, I waited to hear her key in the door, waited for the hinges to creak, for her to unzip those big boots and kick them off in the hallway. Even the sound of her breath, the shallow guilt as she tiptoed to the bathroom, flicked on the light, closed the door—it was all there, right in my ear. The squeal of the shower. I heard every step in the process like an echo as I waited for her Nesta to come home.

I felt feverish, searching for a cool spot on my hot pillow. My head was burning up, and buzzing like a bee hive. I bucked against Nesta’s side of the bed, smelling her hair, her perfume, her body. It was all there in the sheets.

Where the hell was she? Fuck, it was… nine-forty-five? How was it only nine-forty-five? Felt like three in the morning. I covered my eyes and rolled onto my stomach, growling. My breath saturated the pillow, and I rolled again—onto Nesta’s side of the bed this time. I wasn’t going to preserve it anymore. When she got home, she was just going to have to deal with messy covers.

“Do you know what time it is?” I asked, in my mind. But that was a stupid question, because it wasn’t really late. “I’ve been worried sick.” Or maybe, “Who was she?” Or, “How was she?”

No, I couldn’t ask that question. It was in the rulebook. We weren’t supposed to ask about sexual performance.

I rolled back onto my side of the bed. More and more, I was starting to think it took a special type of person to survive an open relationship, and maybe I wasn’t that special. Did everybody feel this jealous?

When I finally heard Nesta’s key in the door, it came as a surprise. Maybe I’d given up hope or something, because I sat straight up in bed, on high alert, like the figure coming through the front door might not be Nesta at all.

She unzipped her boots, kicked them off in the hall. I couldn’t see her until she tiptoed past the bedroom door, and even then she was only a shadow. The shower would come next…


Something inside me was adamant about this. I whipped off the covers and stomped across the room in basketball shorts and a T-shirt. Nesta shrieked when I grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the bathroom. She shrieked like she didn’t know it was me, like I was some faceless attacker in the night.

I pulled her tight to my body and held her there, like we were dancing. Her breath hit my chin in hot little bursts as I pinned her to the bed.

“I haven’t showered yet,” she said in a whisper.

That day, for the first time, I didn’t care. My lust for Nesta superseded any jealousy. I was so hot for her I didn’t even know where to start.

Pressing my body tight to hers, I kissed her hard. She was too shocked to react, and I had to pry her teeth apart with my tongue, dig inside her perfect mouth.

Her perfect mouth tasted like pussy.

The sweet tang, the aftertaste that stuck at the back of my throat—it was pussy, unmistakeable. And I shouldn’t have been surprised, because I knew what she’d been up to, but knowing and tasting are different things entirely. That girl, that other girl, whoever she was, had found her way inside my mouth. She was a stranger to me, but her pussy was on my tongue. I could taste it.

“She fucked your face,” I said, holding Nesta’s head in my hands. My palms looked huge against the fine line of her jaw. “You ate her. You ate her good. Her pussy’s all over your skin.”

“Is it?” Nesta asked, like she wasn’t sure if I was angry or what.

“Shh, shh, shh!” I didn’t want her being scared. “Baby, it’s all good. It’s all good.”

I licked her cheek and she shuddered. “Oh god.”

“I can taste her pussy,” I said, and kissed Nesta’s chin with an open mouth. “I can taste her cunt. It’s everywhere. That chick must have been riding your face hard.”

“Yeah,” Nesta admitted. “She was.”

“Tell me what she looked like, girl.”

Nesta inhaled sharply as I tore open her top. “Are you sure you want to know?” she asked. “I thought we said…”

“Forget the rulebook.” I leaned her down on the bed and kissed a sharp path from her neck to her nipples. They stood up hard against the cool night air, and I asked, “Did she do this too?”

Petting my hair, Nesta said, “Yeah, babe. She did, but not like this. We were standing by the window, all the lights on. She stripped me bare so everyone could see down on the street.”

My pussy clamped tight when I pictured my Nesta naked, all eyes on her, getting her tits licked by some girl I didn’t know.

“Was she wearing lip gloss?” I asked, because Nesta’s nips had a tacky texture that didn’t come from me. And they tasted like strawberries.

“Yeah,” Nesta said. “Gloss over dark lipstick. Fake lashes. Golden eye shadow and thick black liner.”

“A real femme, huh?”

“Yeah, babe.” Nesta pushed down on her pants, and I helped her. God knows what happened to her panties. I’d never seen her go commando before. She must have lost them at this femme’s place. Her pussy was bare where it mattered, with just a tuft of hair like a landing strip.

“You’re still wet,” I said, tracing my fingers over the slick line of her pussy lips. She was drenched with juice, just dripping with it. “Did this girl eat your pussy before you ate hers?”

Nesta nodded. “How’d you know she went first?”

I didn’t know. I wasn’t even thinking anymore. My body was taking her because that’s what my body wanted. There were days when I wished to hell I could grow a cock and fuck her with it, fuck her hard. My system was in overload mode. Too much heat.

“Get me off,” I said, begging for it. I didn’t even know what I wanted her to do, exactly. “Get up on the bed. Spread your legs.”

My cunt was throbbing for real, actually pounding like my clit had its own heartbeat. I pulled off my clothes as Nesta climbed fully onto the bed. Her top was open, hanging off her shoulders. Her bra was pulled down under her tits, but her bottom was bare. Even in the dark I could see her pink glistening. How much of that was pussy juice and how much was a stranger’s saliva?

I’d never wanted to know before. I’d never wanted to think about who Nesta fucked outside our bedroom. But that’s because I was scared. Scared these women were bigger than me, stronger than me, butcher than me, better.

That was it. That’s what I’d been afraid of—that Nesta was looking to replace me, when all that time she’d been looking in the other direction.

I don’t do feline and feminine. I like the look, but it isn’t me. The girl who’d planted her face between my Nesta’s legs had all that going for her. I could practically see her pouty purple lips parting to lap my Nesta’s nectar. Pretty girls playing in front of open windows, for all the world to see.

My pussy pounced. Turning Nesta on her side, I spread her legs so I was straddling one, the other launched over my shoulder. Yeah, I split her right in half and pushed my cunt right up close to hers. She shrieked and grabbed her tits, like that would protect her from me.

“You’re crazy,” she said, and I wasn’t totally sure whether she was amused or afraid. “What’s going on here?”

“I’m getting off on you,” I said, pressing my fuzzy cunt right up against her. “Fuck, your pussy’s wet, girl. You’re all slippery.”

I licked her smooth calf, and she moaned, thumbing both nipples. “God…”

She looked good like that, damn good, and I asked her, “Is that what you were doing while that other girl sucked your fat little clit? You twisted your tits just like that while she ate you?”

Nesta’s eyes were closed, but she nodded. “Mmm-hmm.”

“You keep tugging on those tits, baby.” I rammed my cunt right up against hers, banging our bones together, searching for the sweet spot. It wasn’t easy to find. Usually I’d have the patience for all sorts of bumping and grinding, writhing and adjusting, but not this time. “Squeeze your tits, girl, just like that.”

Nesta pushed her big breasts together as I pulled her ass off the bedspread, holding her up until my muscles trembled. She wasn’t heavy, but the effort got to me. I needed to come, and fast. I had to find that perfect place where I could rub my fat clit against her pink. I wasn’t getting there quick enough, and it made me want to scream.

I pictured this girl, this stranger, between Nesta’s thighs, lapping at her soft flesh. Would I be beat by some chick I didn’t know? Never. Never. I traced my clit up and across the plump folds of Nesta’s pussy until I found what I’d been looking for.

An imagined tongue licked our clits as we grinded together—hot, wet, slick and powerful. Every woman had a tongue, but not every woman knew how to use it. Whoever Nesta spent the evening with knew just what to do. I could feel it like an echo in Nesta’s pulsing body. I could feel it in the way she bucked against my pussy while we tribbed. There was something between us, something we could both feel even though it wasn’t physically there.

“What’s her name?” I grunted. I could barely speak.

Nesta pinched her tits and squealed. “We said we wouldn’t tell. It’s in the rules.”

“Fuck the rules.” I pounded her pussy with my clit, making it a cock, fucking her like she wanted. “Tell me her name.”

“Won’t you be mad?”

Holding her hips aloft, I traced my clit over hers, feeling her shudder. I trembled so hard I couldn’t speak. I didn’t care about that girl’s name anymore. I didn’t care about anything. My orgasm was coming on strong, riding up my thighs and swelling in my belly before shooting straight to my clit.

It was fireworks, the way we exploded together. Her hips rattled in my hands. My cunt blazed against the soft, wet pink of her pussy. There was another element in the mix, too—a lingering scent, or feeling, or taste. Something foreign, not of us.

Nothing else had ever felt this good, and I knew it was the unnamed femme, the ghost of a threesome. The tang of her pussy clung to my throat as I grunted Nesta’s name. Her tongue was there on my woman’s clit, lapping up hard while we climaxed together. The unnamed girl was there the whole time. No denying it.

My arms lost their strength. I dropped Nesta’s hips to the bed and our hot pussies came apart, making a wet kissing sound. Falling beside her, I spread my legs. My cunt felt so fat I couldn’t close them without sending aftershocks through my whole body.

Nesta was panting wildly when I found her hand with mine. For a long time, we didn’t say a word. We had way too much to talk about—a whole rulebook to re-evaluate. Hard to know where to start.

“I didn’t take my shower,” Nesta said, after a while.

“Yeah.” I slid my arm under her shoulder and rolled in to sniff her neck. The whole room smelled like pussy, but I could still distinguish the one that wasn’t ours. “You want to shower now?”

Nesta hesitated before saying, “Maybe in the morning. I’m too tired to stand.”

We pulled up the covers and buried ourselves underneath. Change was coming, but the conversation could wait. We could sleep together in the scent of that nameless femme who’d taken Nesta up against a window, for all the world to see.

This story appears in my book Spicy Confessions, which is now available as an audiobook from such retailers as Nook Audiobooks and eStories.

If you're a patron of mine on Patreon, I've already read you The Girl On Your Skin. Remember that?

And if you're not yet my patron, get your fine ass over to

Friday, June 1, 2018

I Want Candy! #erotica #anthology

Let me tell you about the saddest day of my life (but not really).

My mother had an extra ticket to a Blue Jays game and she was trying to convince me to come with her. I am not a baseball fan. In fact, I find baseball intolerably boring. My mother knows this about me. That's why she tried to bribe me... with candy.

This method had worked in the past. "Come to the game. I'll buy you gummy worms!" Candy was such a desirable substance that I would sit through 14 hours of baseball just to get a taste.

Oh, and this is not a story from my childhood. I was like... 27 at the time?

I was a candy-loving grown-up.

So when the day came that I could no longer be tempted by candy, I was really quite sad. I felt like the last remaining vestiges of childhood had fallen away. I loved candy for so long... and then I didn't. The sheen wore off. I learned to love vegetables. No more candy for Giselle.

I admit, I still indulge every so often. But usually, if I want a sweet treat, I'll bake something from scratch. Like somebody's grandma. That's me.

The love of candy will forever live on in my soul. I may not have a taste for the sweet stuff in life, but in fiction? Well, just read my story, Sweet Tooth, in Rachel Kramer Bussel's new anthology Candy Lovers: Sugar Erotica.

You'll see.
If you love the sweet taste of sugar melting on your tongue, the allure of chocolate and the exciting feeling of licking a creamy ice cream cone, you'll adore Candy Lovers: Sugar Erotica. These 35 enticing stories of food play delve into the fun of popular desserts used in the most tactile, sensual ways. These men and women pursue their sexual fantasies, opening wide to indulge an offered treat or presenting their bodies to be used for sticky, arousing, totally hot carnal celebrations.

Whether whipping up the perfect confection in the kitchen, feeding a partner a sweet treat direct from your fingertips (or other body parts) or indulging all their senses in a sugar orgy, the characters in these sexy stories are sure to whet your appetite and turn you on. From couples using dessert to add even more intimacy to their relationships to new passions fueled by a shared love of the pleasures of the tongue, Candy Lovers is sure to arouse you. Edited by the award-winning Rachel Kramer Bussel, these are the perfect erotic tales to read whenever you're in the mood…with your favorite candy nearby.

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Thursday, May 31, 2018

More #Erotica #BookTrailers, including #Taboo, #NewAdult, #DarkRomance and More!

I can't stop making these things. It's too much fun. I get to the end of my workday, and I think to myself: "I don't feel like writing, but I'm not ready for dinner." So I sit down and make another book trailer. Perfect end to a day of typing.


Friday, May 18, 2018

Mercy: Sex with an Ex... for Money #BDSM #Erotica
Want to know who Mercy is for?

She's for readers who revel in the darker side of desire. She's for readers who want sex tinged with spite. Sex at the intersection of love and hate. Sex that's antagonistic, destructive. Rough. Sex with no redeeming factors. Sex where money changes hands between people who know each other well, people who used to say "I love you."

This ones for those of us who have gone back for more even when we knew it was a bad idea, those of us who've been left feeling empty and still wanted seconds. Those of us who were curious. It didn't work then, but might it work now?

She's engaged. He's married. It's never going to work for them.

But they just keep trying. Right before your eyes.

It's dirty. It's dark. You'll love it.

Read "Mercy: Sex with an Ex for Money"
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Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Let Me Entertain You!

I'll do it with book trailers, because that's what I'm into these days.

If you'd like to be entertained on an ongoing basis, I hereby invite you to subscribe to my YouTube channel:

Many more videos to come!
Love you!

Saturday, May 5, 2018

Mothers and Daughters and Love Again: A Second Chance #Romance Short

With Mother's Day coming up next weekend, my mom is on my mind more than ever. My grandmother, who always said she'd die in her house, has just moved into a retirement home. It's a big surprise and my mom is having a hard time with it.

My mom is just... sad. Really sad.

I haven't been visiting my mom enough lately, or even calling her as often as I should, so I'm making a concerted effort to spend more time with my mother. And to listen better. Funny, I was trained in Active Listening when I worked in a shelter for women and children escaping domestic violence, but I haven't often put those skills to use in my personal life.

So I'm making an effort to listen with more compassion during this tough time for my mother. The family is in transition. There's a lot going on, a lot of messy stuff, siblings divided into factions, arguments about money, the kind of things I never thought would happen in my family. It's hard on everyone, but my mother is a particularly sensitive person. She takes these things to heart.
When I came across my sweet romance story Love Again, there was a mother/daughter aspect to it that touched me deeply. The main character is an older woman who lives with her youngest daughter, a teen who encourages her mom to start dating again.

Because of the mother/daughter angle, I thought now would be the perfect time to publish Love Again.

Not just that, but I want to give everyone who needs a good dose of sweet romance an opportunity to warm their heart this week. That's why I've made Love Again available for free at certain retailers, like Smashwords and Kobo. The price will go up after Mother's Day, so consider it my gift to you.

You can find Love Again for sale at multiple retailers, and for free at some until Mother's Day (that's May 13th, 2018 in case you need to run out and buy some flowers for a certain someone).

Get Love Again at Smashwords:
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Love Again is a second chance romance short previously published by Untreed Reads. It appeared in the first edition of my collection Ugly Naked People. Now you can read it on its own as an ebook. Enjoy!

Friday, April 13, 2018

Stepbrother Heaven: Five Forbidden #Erotic #Romances
Happy Friday! Got a good book for the weekend? Yeah, you do? Well, forget about that one and buy my new collection of stepbrother stories, novels and novellas!

Fill those rainy days and nights with stepbrothers galore as you flip through the pages of STEPBROTHER HEAVEN: Five Forbidden Erotic Romances!

I put this book together last year and had it on my publication schedule, then all hell broke loose. Barnes and Noble removed every erotica and erotic romance ebook that featured smutty smutty smut like step-siblings falling in lurve. At that point, quite a large chunk of my Barnes and Noble royalty income was coming in from Lexi's stepdaddy smut. Overnight, that was gone. So sad. Poor Lexi. Lots of people want to read about steps gettin' it on. Now it's that much harder to find.

Anyhoozle, we're here to talk about STEPBROTHER HEAVEN. It's a steal of a deal. In one collection, you're getting my novel IN SHADOW, the step-version of Adam and Sheree's Family Vacation (STEPBROTHER SUMMER), a novella called MOVING MAY that I actually stole from Lexi, plus two short stories: one called COLD HARD CASH (which I really wish I'd titled My Sister, My Stripper) and another called LOVE IN THE LEAVES, which is a pretty romantic name for a story about a dude and his best friend having a threesome with his stepsister in the backyard.
He’s sexy. He’s solid. He’s her stepbrother!

Anyone can fall for a bad boy, but it takes a special sort of girl to surrender to a guy who truly drives her crazy. And when those illicit impulses take hold? Oh baby! There’s no use trying to resist!

In these five erotic romances by Giselle Renarde, you’ll meet obedient Felicia, innocent Clover, sultry Sheree, money-hungry Jenna and high-maintenance May. They don’t have much in common, but they’re all hot for guys they shouldn’t want!

Sexy, sweaty love prevails in five incredibly lusty tales of girls falling for guys… who are strictly forbidden!

Stepbrother Heaven includes (two novels, two stories and one novella) the following complete works: Stepbrother Summer, In Shadow, Love in the Leaves, Moving May, and Cold Hard Cash.

Start reading today, and immerse yourself in a world where stepbrothers always get what they want!

I just finished formatting the paperback, so that's not uploaded yet, but the ebook is published by eXcessica and so far it's available from...


Hopefully the ebook will also be available at other retailers very soon, but so-called "pseudoincest" (people having sex with their step-relations) is getting trickier to publish all the time.


Thursday, April 5, 2018

April #Audio #Erotica at

April is upon us, and that means more great audio erotica for patrons only at! I appreciate my patrons like you wouldn't believe, and I would love for you to join up.

If you're not yet a patron but you love audio erotica, subscribe to my Audio Erotica Patreon today. Audiobooks are ridiculously expensive. That's one of the main reasons I wanted to set up a collection of audio content for patrons. It's sort of like a subscription service. Join up and listen to erotica written and read by me!

Coming up in April:

April 6, 2018: I DID YOU WRONG (lesbian adultery erotica)

April 13, 2018: IF YOU KNOW WHERE TO LOOK (non-lesbian adultery erotica)

April 20, 2018: TANTRIC ENERGY EXCHANGE (first-time orgasm in a room full of strangers)

April 27, 2018: BEFORE GOODNIGHT (phone sex)

Audio Erotica is for patrons only, so join up today! You'll get to listen to a HUGE backlist of my stories!

Sunday, March 18, 2018

The Fascinating History of Ugly Naked People #LGBT #QueerLit

Have you heard the term "new old stock"?

I heard it for the first time on one of those Storage Wars type shows. It refers to products that were manufactured ages ago, but the packaging has never been opened. Like if you bought a case of Ivory soap in 1947, never opened it, then decided to resell it today. That would be new old stock.
Nearly a decade ago, I wrote a story called Ugly Naked People. It's lesbian fiction about anorexia, art, and denial. It was published by Untreed Reads, and so were a few of my other literary shorts. Eventually all those stories were combined into a little anthology called... you guessed it... Ugly Naked People.

That collection has been off the market for a couple years now. I kept meaning to take a look at it, see about reissuing the book, but it ended up on the back burner while I worked on new fiction.

I moved Ugly Naked People to the front burner recently, and when I did I realized 4 of the 5 stories in the original collection were queer fiction. So I thought, hey, when I re-release this book, why not make it queer fiction exclusively?

To that end, I took out the one straight story that was part of the original book, and added in 4 more stories. A few of those are what I consider new old stock.  They're stories I wrote years ago--potentially a decade ago, some of them--but they've never seen the light of day.  They've just been sitting on my old computer, waiting for me to find a use for them.

Well, they've found their purpose in life.  They were meant to be included in Ugly Naked People. And now they are! Eight stories in total, all queer fiction all the time.
Ugly Naked People
Queer Canadian Short Fiction by Giselle Renarde
In this eagerly-anticipated second edition of Ugly Naked People, Giselle Renarde brings readers eight works of queer fiction as engaging as they are diverse. One minute you’re fainting on a Toronto subway, the next you’re fleeing mythological monsters in the Yukon. First a sidewalk psychic’s convincing you new love is right around the corner, and then your family’s reuniting you with an old flame. With Giselle at the wheel, you never quite know what’s around the bend, but you can be sure to enjoy the ride.

If you are at all curious about Ugly Naked People, you can grab a copy from...

Google Play:

...and many other ebook retailers. The paperback should be making its way to online stores in the next couple days.

Sunday, March 4, 2018

#Erotica Steals and Deals During Read an #Ebook Week Sale at #Smashwords

It's time for Smashwords' annual Read an Ebook Week sale!

I know a lot of you like to stock up on deals, so I've ensured that most of my backlist is at least 50% off at Smashwords this week, March 4-10, 2018. You can even get some titles free!

If you're looking for erotica, now is the time and Smashwords is the place!

Here's a sampling of some of my sale items. For some reason the widgets below display the regular price, not the sale price, so you'll have to click each one to find out the fun and exciting Read an Ebook Week price. Spoiler: Trying On My Roommate's Panties is free.

Trying On My Roommate's Panties

Giselle's Best Adultery Erotica

Butt Stuff

Older Women, Lesbian Desires


Femdom Lesbians

In Shadow

Poscards from Paris

Monstrous Obsession

Sunday, February 25, 2018

March #AudioErotica at

March is an outstanding month for audio erotica. Five weeks of Fridays means that $4+ patrons get to listen to FIVE new stories!

If you're not yet a patron but you love audio erotica, you'll save a ton of money by subscribing to my Audio Erotica Patreon. Audiobooks are ridiculously expensive. That's one of the main reasons I wanted to set up a collection of audio content for patrons. It's sort of like a subscription service. Join up and listen to erotica written and read by me!

Coming up in March:

The Mesmerist and the Mare is a dreamy, hypnotic trip into Victorian repression. Sharp claws and ripped gowns. I love it.

I wrote three brand new lesbian golden showers stories and wrapped them up in a little bundle called Lesbian Golden Showers. Bikinis at the Beach is, I would say, the "fun" one. Playful humiliation.

March 16, 2018: DIP IT
Older woman/younger man. Confession-style erotica. Cottage dreams. Sex in a lake. With someone you shouldn't be attracted to. Forbidden pleasures!

Butch/femme stranger sex in public.

Older man, younger woman, shower sex and spanking.

Audio Erotica is for patrons only, so join up today! You'll get to listen to a nice cushy backlist of my stories, too!

Thursday, February 8, 2018

Classic Giselle: #Queer and Quirky #Erotica
For the past year or so, I've had this idea bouncing around my brain: an anthology of "Classic Giselle" erotica--stories I wrote at the very start of my career.

When I first started writing, there was only one person who believed in me: my grandma, of all people.  I love grandmas who are cool with sex stuff. I love that I've got one. I knew that, when I released my Classic Giselle anthology, it should somehow honour my grandma.

If you follow me on twitter, you probably know by now that my grandmother's been in hospital for nearly a month.

When she was admitted, she was delirious. She's got a number of infections and she's not doing great.

I don't know how things'll turn out in the end, but I decided now is the right time to honour my grandma with an anthology of classic erotica. It's actually a lot of fun. My grandma's pretty hilarious. She wouldn't want a book made in her honour to be all depressing.

So I've put together a collection of ten stories I wrote way back when, and that collection is called Classic Giselle: Queer and Quirky Erotica.

Thing is, I've also been reflecting on how much I appreciate my readers.  With Valentine's Day coming up, I figured this book would make a nice thank you gift.  So, from now until February 14 2018, the ebook is absolutely free at stores like Kobo, iTunes, Smashwords, BN and eXcitica.

After Valentine's Day, Classic Giselle will cost money. But, again in honour of my grandmother, I'll be donating all the royalties I earn from Classic Giselle throughout 2018 to the Canadian National Institute for the Blind (CNIB).

When my grandma's vision began to decrease due to macular degeneration, the CNIB was there for her every step of the way. And when I say they were there, I mean RIGHT THERE. In her house. People came in to teach her how to adapt to her changing vision.

My grandmother is now legally blind. She's always been a gadget geek, and the CNIB introduced her to accessibility technologies that have proven invaluable in navigating the world. And even tricks like how to pour yourself a glass of water when you can't see the water. Or the glass. They've done so much for her, and this is my way of acknowledging their help and care. Giselle is a double-whammy thank you. No, I'm wrong. It's a triple threat thank you. It's a thank you to readers for actually, you know, reading my words. It's a thank you to my grandma for believing in me. And it's a thank you to the CNIB for helping my grandma over the years.

It's been an exhausting couple weeks, but I'm so pleased to be able to give you this book of strange and silly stories.  Free until Valentine's Day from the following ebook stores:

Barnes and Noble:

Thursday, February 1, 2018

February #AudioErotica at

It's February, and you know what that means: an exciting month of audio erotica traveling from my mouth to your ears.

If you're not yet a patron, what are you waiting for? There's a $1 TIER for those who'd like to listen to a new audio erotica story the first Friday of every month, but if you want weekly audio erotica, you definitely want to get in at the $4+/month level!

Coming up in February:

February 2, 2018: TRYING ON MY ROOMMATE'S PANTIES (first-time lesbian erotica)
February 9, 2018: DIDGERIDOO ME (cock worship, group sex in a field, you know how it goes)
February 16, 2018: SATURDAY AT 5:30AM (adultery erotica)
February 23, 2018: FIGGING (if you don't know, I'm not telling you)

Audio Erotica is for patrons only, so join up today! You'll get to listen to a nice cushy backlist of my stories, too!

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Being Bad: 3 #Erotic Stories of #Hot #Sex in Public Places
This book was not a mistake. It was simply... unexpected.

A lot of my recent ebook releases have been unexpected, lately. I'll tell you how they came about.

See, I've been recording audio versions of lots of my erotica shorts. I started out recording them for my Audio Erotica Patreon, but I thought, hey, I've got all this content. Why not release little audiobooks now that I have access to ACX and other audio distribution sources? Brilliant!

But here's the thing: many of my erotica shorts are... well, just that: short. Recorded, the shorter ones are only ten or twenty minutes long.

No problem, thought I.  I'll package the shorter ones together, in threes. Three is such a great number for erotica, don't you think?

But once I'd created those audiobooks I thought... wait a minute... I can't upload these to ACX.


Because, in order to upload an audiobook via ACX, that book needs to be for sale at Amazon, either as an ebook or in print. To me, this is irritating. To Amazon, it makes perfect sense. They own everything, including ACX.

So that meant I needed to work backwards and create ebooks of my audiobooks, then upload the ebooks before I could upload the audiobooks!

Sometimes this job is very tiring.

Anyhoozle, I've been uploading these ebooks quietly in the background. I wasn't really thinking of them as books in their own rights, more like a means to an end. But, as it turns out, readers seem to be snapping up my little threesomes of stories. Who knew? Not I.  I can never predict what will sell and what won't.

Today I've been uploading a little jewel called Being Bad: 3 Erotic Stories of Hot Sex in Public Places. The stories in this collection are just little quickies, but they are steamy and sassy and I think you'll love them, if you haven't read them already.

Best part about this fast little read is that it's a cheapie, only $0.99 a most vendors!
The audiobook hasn't been released yet, but you can get the ebook at:

Coming soon to more vendors (and as an audiobook)!

Monday, January 29, 2018

Listen to ANGRY, the new album from Too Attached

I'm having the kind of day where I can barely cope with life.

I've told you before that comedy saves me when I'm depressed, but when I'm in this state?  This beyond-depression "can't cope" state?  This is when I turn to music.

If it wasn't for music, I don't know where I'd be right now.

Because I'm having such a shitty day, I was particularly elated when I saw that CBC is streaming Angry, the new album from Too Attached, this week.

This album is queer, concise, and fierce.

And you know what else? CBC lets you embed their streaming thingy right on your own site. Which means you can listen to Angry right here at Donuts and Desires. But it's only available to stream until February 2nd 2018, so listen now!

Andrea Warner's write-up at CBC is insightful and you can read that here:

Angry releases February 1st 2018, and you can purchase it here:

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Trying on My Roommate's Panties OUT LOUD! #Lesbian #Erotica #Audiobooks
Just a quick heads-up that my first-time lesbian story TRYING ON MY ROOMMATE'S PANTIES is now available as an audiobook. If you've got 25 minutes, I've got pussy-licking, two vibrators and anal play!

You can buy the audio version of TRYING ON MY ROOMMATE'S PANTIES at


You can support me on Patreon, because TRYING ON MY ROOMMATE'S PANTIES is on the schedule for February 1st!

Ultimately, it is WAY cheaper to listen to my audio erotica through my Patreon than it is to buy expensive audiobooks. I hope you'll join me. If you love audio erotica, it's the place to be!

Saturday, January 20, 2018

The Amazing Disappearing-Reappearing #Erotica

Who Framed Roger Rabbit? is one of the few movies I still have on VHS. When it came out, it pretty much changed my life. I loved cartoons when I was a kid (I wanted to be an animator) and the idea that humans and cartoon characters could co-exist... well, that just blew my mind.

Why am I telling you this? Not really sure, to be honest. Oh! Right. It was the disappearing-reappearing ink.

See, I used a distributor called Pronoun to distribute a couple books to Amazon. Pronoun closed down recently. That means those books needed to be re-published.

They're disappearing-reappearing books!

Well, now that they've reappeared, I'll let you know where they can be found:


Giselle’s Best Adultery Erotica: 10 Tales of Forbidden Love


Love is complicated. Sometimes the most passionate love affairs take place with partners who are strictly forbidden. Infidelity can be driven by mutual attraction, money, desire, want of attention or even sheer hatred. In this collection, read Giselle Renarde’s top ten favourite tales of adultery, hand-picked by the author. Whether the sex is angry or loving, spontaneous or carefully planned, the characters all have one thing in common: they’re sleeping with someone they shouldn’t—and it’s hot as hell!
Take a Look at Giselle's Best Adultery Erotica at Amazon
And here are a couple $0.99 disappearing-reappearing new arrivals on Amazon's shelves: