Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Creatures of the Night: 6 #Erotic Stories of the #Paranormal #Audiobook

There’s nothing more seductive than a sizzling story of sex and the supernatural. In this collection, you’ll find six thrilling and chilling tales of the paranormal from award-winning author Giselle Renarde. Go ahead. Stay up late tonight with six haunting stories of vampire lust, ghostly encounters, succubus sex and more!

Included in this audiobook are the following short stories written and read by Giselle Renarde: Ghost of a Chance, Blood Lust, Neither Love Nor Money, Skyggen the Shadow Woman, Milady’s Bath, and The Mesmerist and the Mare.

The audiobook can be found at many subscription services and retailers, including Nook:

Creatures of the Night is also available as an ebook and in print.

Sunday, November 25, 2018

Anonymous: An #Erotic Novel #Audiobook

What kind of wife dreams of watching her husband with another man?

A wife like Hannah.

For years, she and Nathaniel have fantasized about bringing a third into the bedroom.


But will one night with a hired hand satisfy their desires, or will Hannah become obsessed with discovering the true identity of Mr. Anonymous?

Find out when you listen to my new audiobook version of ANONYMOUS from Google Play:
...and many other retailers and streaming sites. Look for it wherever you get your audiobooks!

Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Girls Just Wanna Have Girls #Lesbian #Erotica #Audiobook
If you love lesbian erotica, this is the audio collection for you! It includes twenty erotic stories from award-winning author Giselle Renarde.

Giselle’s erotic fiction has appeared in nearly 200 anthologies, including prestigious collections like Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Lesbian Romance, and Best Women’s Erotica.

This steamy audio-anthology features first times, erotic fetishes, bondage, spankings, friends becoming lovers and much more!

7 hours and 40 minutes of lesbian erotica!

Get it from Google Play:
...and many other retailers and subscription services!

Sunday, November 11, 2018

An Appreciation for Beautiful Things: #Spanking #Erotica #Audiobook
An Appreciation for Beautiful Things
Spanking Erotica
by Giselle Renarde

Dell's mother-in-law is convinced he's gay. That doesn't bother him. So what if he has an appreciation for beautiful things? Why should beauty be a gay guy's exclusive domain? What does irk Dell is that every time his wife Genevieve gets off the phone with her mother, she seems a little swayed by family opinion. Dell's got nothing to prove. Tying her up, spanking her, making her scream for mercy--he doesn't do these things to prove that he's straight. He binds her wrists and smacks her with an antique hairbrush because he just loves taking charge.

Buy your copy from Google Play:

Or see if your library system's digital download or streaming service carries this title!

Saturday, November 3, 2018

Life is hard and then you write a book called Tragic Coolness
How do you convince readers to buy a book based on an opera?

Search me.

A couple weeks ago I wrote an extensive blog post about my favourite opera, Eugene Onegin. That's because I've written a modern adaptation of that Tchaikovsky opera, which is based on the verse novel by Alexander Pushkin.

You are more than welcome to read what makes me so enthusiastic about this story right here:

What's happened since I wrote that article?

My book, TRAGIC COOLNESS, has been published and I haven't done a damn thing to market it.


Because my grandmother--my favourite person in the world--is dying. I spend most days by her bedside. I don't think she knows I'm there, but I'm not sure and it doesn't really matter. My grandmother has shaped my life in a positive way more than anyone else on the planet, and I'll lose her any day now.

Last week, after my mother and I fed her what turned out to be her last meal, my grandma's condition deteriorated quickly overnight. She could no longer swallow and was taken off food and water. The decision was made to remove IV fluids that same day.

It's hard to believe how long a person can remain alive with no food or water. I know someone whose mother lived for 12 days. I'm not sure how long my grandmother will continue to live. As I write this it's been 4 days. It's only a matter of time. Part of me hopes she'll go soon. The doctors say she's in a great deal of pain.

This isn't how she wanted to go. My grandmother wanted a quick death.

So now we're watching and waiting.

Meanwhile I've written this book that hasn't sold a single copy, as far as I can tell. I put two years of my life into TRAGIC COOLNESS, but my grandmother put nearly 40 years of her life into rearing me, and devoted more than 70 years to her children--my mother, my aunts, my uncles.

As much as I love this book and want you to read it, nothing truly matters to me right now except my family.

Please do read my new book. Buy a copy or read it somewhere like Playster or ask your local library to acquire a copy. Oh, I forgot to mention this is a work of mainstream fiction, not erotica. I realize I'm known for writing erotic, but... this ain't it.

If you want to know more about the work TRAGIC COOLNESS is based on, read the post I wrote earlier and enjoy this book trailer:

Please do forgive me for not going into more detail or being more... I don't know... marketing-y. Anyone who has watched a loved one die will surely understand it co-opts all your strength and energy.

TRAGIC COOLNESS is available from Smashwords:
Google Play:

Thursday, October 18, 2018

Blood Lust #Lesbian #Vampire #Erotica #Audiobook

Blood Lust
Lesbian Vampire Erotica
Written and Read by Giselle Renarde

I have no specific recollection of how Cat came into my life. One day she was just there, lying on my bed. She seemed to know me. Did I know her? And, more importantly, did I know that surrendering to her lust for blood would turn me into a different person entirely?

Lesbian vampire erotica from award-winning author Giselle Renarde.

Find the audiobook at...
Google Play:
...and many other retailers, subscription and library services!

Monday, October 15, 2018

We Love: #Transgender and #Genderqueer #Erotica #Audiobook
We Love
Trans and Genderqueer Erotica
by Giselle Renarde

Rainbow Award-winning author Giselle Renarde brings you ten sensual stories featuring transgender and genderqueer characters. Giselle's erotic fiction has appeared in nearly 200 erotic anthologies, including prestigious collections like Best Lesbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and the Lambda Award-winner Take Me There. This collection includes tales of new love, established couples, BDSM, erotic romance, and so much more!

We Love features stories such as: SM, Postcards from Paris, Spring Fever, Third Rail and Everybody Knows.

Buy your copy from Google Play:

Check out your library system's digital audiobook service and see if they carry We Love!

Friday, October 5, 2018

In Pearls #Lesbian #Spanking #Erotica #Audiobook

In Pearls
Lesbian Spanking Erotica
Written and Read by Giselle Renarde

When Davina moves in, Greer expects the delicious diva to help out with household chores. No such luck! Davina doesn't do windows... or dishes or anything else. One day Greer's frustration comes to a head, and she realizes the only way Davina will ever contribute is if she gets to put on a show. Greer is more than happy to watch her woman vacuum, as long as it's in pearls, high heels, and vintage lingerie!

Enjoy butch/femme lesbian erotic fiction today!

Find In Pearls at...
Google Play:
...and many other retailers, subscription and library services!

Thursday, October 4, 2018

The #Lesbian #Sex Talk: Wickedly #Hot #Taboo #Erotica
The Lesbian Sex Talk
An Erotica Ebook by Giselle Renarde

Talia is a proud lesbian. So is Quinn. Talia also happens to be Quinn’s goddaughter. When it comes time to sit Talia down for the dreaded sex talk, her mom turns to Quinn for help. As it turns out, Talia’s not interested in talk. She wants action. Can Quinn possibly resist young Talia’s charms, or will she turn out to be the world’s worst godmother? Or maybe the world’s best?

This is an incredibly hot story. You should buy it right away!

Find this erotic lesbian ebook at Amazon

Wednesday, October 3, 2018

Butch Girls Don't Cry #Lesbian #Spanking #StrangerSex #Erotica #Audiobook

Butch Girls Don't Cry
Lesbian Spankings in the Sauna
Written and Read by Giselle Renarde

Are butches really so tough? Are vixens really so heartless? In Butch Girls Don't Cry, a self-proclaimed vintage tart encounters a mysterious stranger in her apartment building's sauna room. Much to her surprise, the hot butch is crying! Her heart's been trampled by a pretty girl in stiletto boots. Everybody knows a break-up cry, but will our femme prove herself a goddess when care gives way to desire?

A sizzling lesbian erotica short featuring butch/femme spankings and more!

Find Butch Girls Don't Cry at...
Google Play:
...and many more retailers, subscription and library services!

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Family, Grief, and How You Can Help #SeniorSex #Erotica

There's been a death in my family. I've blogged about it extensively on another site, but I don't think I've mentioned it here.

The posts I've written about the circumstances of my cousin's death and the grief my family continues to experience can be found here:
and here, a post about his funeral:

I encourage you to peruse those posts before reading on.

My late cousin's parents and sister continue to grieve deeply their son and brother.  My uncle is especially mired in grief and the many emotions that accompany the loss of a child.  I think about my uncle every day.  I want to do something, reach out, provide support, but he doesn't feel like talking to anyone.

I'm sure this is something you've experienced, in some way: you want to help, but you don't know how, or you don't have the resources, or for whatever reason you just can't. You want to be there. You want to improve their life. And when you can't, you just feel... like a failure.

For weeks I've been wondering what I can do.  There are no easy answers.

And then it occurred to me: I can help with your help.

There's a non-profit organization in my city that provides grief counseling and support groups for people experiencing deep loss--like the death of a child.

I've decided to donate all my royalties from October sales of one of my books to this family bereavement organization. When you don't know what to do, you still have to do something. So this is what I'm doing.

The book I've chosen to donate royalties from is my Erotic Older Women collection. And, in fact, this isn't just one book.  I've written three volumes of erotic short stories featuring older women, and Erotic Older Women comprises all of those.

Purchase any of the following short story collections in October and I will donate my royalties to the aforementioned non-profit:
Older Women, Wild Desires
by Giselle Renarde

Older women prove it’s never too late for new experiences in this delicious collection of nine spicy stories. From outdoor sex to tantra and toys, we catch older women enjoying forbidden fantasies and acting on impulse. Whether they’re loving long-term partners or persuasive young bucks, the women in these stories delight in physical and metaphysical encounters. Enter a world of enjoying aging bodies in Older Women, Wild Desires!

Older Women, Wild Desires is available many ebook retailers, including
Google Play:
Older Women, Lesbian Desires
by Giselle Renarde

Older women act on lesbian desires in this supremely spicy collection of explicit erotica. From sapphic sex under the summer sun to hot oil massage with a happy ending, the women in these six sexy stories get satisfied in more ways than one! Whether it’s an experienced older woman showing young ones the ropes or the next generation giving an older woman the one thing she’s always wanted, pleasure takes centre stage in Older Women, Lesbian Desires!

Older Women, Lesbian Desires is available from a number of ebook retailers, including
Google Play: Women, Kinky Desires 
by Giselle Renarde is full of spankings, group sex, threesomes, even a woman with a whip!

Older women prove it’s never too late to get kinky in this erotic collection of eight sex stories. From bondage and submission to threesomes and group sex, we catch older women enjoying their bodies in all sorts of ways. Whether they crave a good spanking or get off on dominating their partners, the women in these stories delight in being unapologetic kinksters!

Lots of places to get Older Women, Kinky Desires, including
Google Play:

And the mega-collection that includes all three:

Erotic Older Women
The Complete Collection
by Giselle Renarde

Erotic older women prove it’s never too late for new experiences! In this superbundle of three erotica anthologies, explore older women’s wild, lesbian and kinky desires. From group sex to spanking to sex at the office, we catch older women enjoying forbidden fantasies over the course of more than twenty sexy stories. Whether they’re getting amorous with long-term partners or younger lovers, the women in these stories delight in carnal encounters. Enter a world of enjoying aging bodies in Erotic Older Women: The Complete Collection!

There are oh-so-many places to purchase the Erotic Older Women collection. Here are just a few:
Google Play:


Thank you for your participation. If you're not able to buy a book this month, I would love it if you could tell your erotica-hungry friends what I'm up to. And even if you can't do that, I still appreciate that you've taken the time to read about my family's grief. 
It feels good to have your eyes on my words.

Monday, October 1, 2018

As Seen Through Windows #Voyeurism #Erotica #Audiobook

As Seen Through Windows
Voyeurism Erotica Audiobook
Written and Read by Giselle Renarde

Who are Dirk and Shola? Nobody knows. But when a lonely woman spends her days and nights watching them from the building across the way, she invents her own story about their relationship. Who's to say if she's right or wrong when curiosity becomes obsession?

Buy the audiobook today from...
Google Play:
...and many other retailers, subscription and library services!

Friday, August 31, 2018

#Erotica Every Day: 30 Flash Fiction Stories

Got a minute? Read a quickie!

Erotica Every Day includes thirty works of flash fiction by award-winning author Giselle Renarde—that’s one for every day of the month, if you can wait that long to read them. Once you start, you might never want to stop! You’ll get a delicious taste of fetish fiction featuring heels, panties, balloons, human furniture, public nudity and stranger sex. Enjoy stories about bondage and wife watching, food play and foot worship, brilliant sunshine and delightful darkness.

There’s a little something for everyone in this collection, so get ready for a frenzy of flashers!
Erotica Every Day is available as an ebook, paperback, large print book, and audiobook.

Get the ebook at...
Google Play:

Get the standard paperback from
Get the Large Print edition from

Get the audiobook from

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Exciting News About #Erotica Every Day: 30 #FlashFiction Stories

Exciting News!

I'm sure I'm not the only person on the planet who needs to look forward to something. And when September rolls around, signalling the end of summer, this can be a tough time for many of us.

That's why I've planned something special for September. A little extravaganza for you and me.
See, I've written a brand new book of flash fiction called Erotica Every Day--so named because it includes 30 stories, one for every day of the month. I guess a new book should be exciting in and of itself... but after 12 years as a writer... it's not. I mean, it's great and all, but not jump-for-joy great.

But you know what is jump-for-joy great?

Coming up in September, I'm going to post every story from Erotica Every Day right here on the blog!

That means you'll be able to read brand new fetish fiction for free!

Here's how it's going to work: on the 1st of the month, the 1st story goes up. I post it (I'm thinking I'll do that each day at midnight), you read it. But wait! On the 2nd day of the month, the 1st story comes down and the 2nd goes up! That means if you show up on the 14th, you won't be able to read 14 stories. You'll read one. Just like every other day.

You snooze, you lose.
Well, not really, because if you miss any of the stories or you just really like them, you are more than welcome to buy Erotica Every Day as an ebook and in print. There's also a large print edition which is available now, and an audiobook that should be available in the next couple weeks.

If you don't want to wait or you won't be internetting in September, please do buy the book. It's full of fetishy goodness.

In fact, why don't I tell you the story of Erotica Every Day? You like stories, right?

Well, I do, so I'm telling it.

Over the past couple years, a lot of the publishers I worked with early in my career went out of business. As a result, I got my rights back on a lot of books. The influx of old works meant I was spending all my time republishing old stuff, and zero time writing new stuff. Months and months and months went by when I wasn't writing at all.

One day I looked at my computer, and I asked it, "Do I even know how to write anymore?"

It didn't answer, because I don't have one of those fancy computers that talks to you. So I had to answer my own question. And the answer was, "I don't know."

But I had an idea.

I decided to start every day by writing one flash fiction story. Well, that's a bit of a lie because I actually start every day drinking a cup of tea (I quit coffee a year and a half ago--did I mention that?) and reading.

Often, whatever I was reading that morning would give me a little flicker of inspiration, and I'd go off and flash away. Other days, I'd seek out inspiration from a list of fetishes Sweet and I came up with. That's why this is such a fetish-driven collection. Or, what do they say on those cooking shows? "Fetish-forward." And now you're wondering what kind of cooking shows I watch. heh.
The audiobook came about in a strangely similar way. Actually, the similarities are eerie.

This summer I was working on recording a novel of mine when I came down with a case of strep. I took my strep on my family vacation, and when I came home it was cured (thanks to antibiotics, not my family) but my voice was fucked. I couldn't record more than 5 minutes of audio at a time. My voice would crack, break, my throat would start to burn, I'd worry the strep was simply dormant and pushing myself too hard might bring it back.

I was really frustrated. Audio recording is an essential aspect of my writing business at the moment. It worried me that I couldn't work.

And then I thought about this book of flash fiction.

A lot of these stories clock in around the 5 minute mark. They were the perfect length to get me back on my feet again. I really don't know what I would have done with out them. I owe my flashers a debt of gratitude.

I also owe my Patreon patrons a debt of gratitude. I owe them weekly audio erotica, too. But in September I'm going one better. Or six better. Or something. Anyway, Audio Erotica patrons will be able to listen to a new story EVERY DAY throughout September. If you've been thinking about becoming a patron, this is the time to do it.

I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
Oh, and if you want to get a jump on things and buy Erotica Every Day as an ebook, paperback, or large print book, here are some links for you.

Get the ebook at...
Google Play:

Get the standard paperback from
Get the Large Print edition from

See you in September!

Saturday, August 25, 2018

New #Audiobook: Milady's Bath #Lesbian #Erotica

Milady’s Bath
Paranormal Erotic Shorts
Written and Read by Giselle Renarde

Manor housemaid Elizabeth will never understand her mistress' behavior. Why slip out the window every time the moon is full only to return with her flesh torn and her gown tattered? A beast must be involved, as "Milady" always returns ready for a bath.

Elizabeth can't imagine why her mistress returns to the mysterious creature's rough embrace month after month. Why not stay home and enjoy the maid's loving caress?

This paranormal lesbian romance contains explicit erotic encounters.

Look for Milady's Bath at your favourite source for audiobooks, including:

Google Play:

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:
Google Play:
...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:
Google Play:

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.

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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.