Wednesday, March 10, 2010

It's e-book Week! Read "Kandinsky's Shirt Button"

In honour of "Read an e-book Week" I'd like to get a little plug in for one of my lesser-known works. KANDINSKY'S SHIRT BUTTON is one of those falling-in-love-with-a-call-girl stories we all love so much. I don't know if it's the idea of saving a woman from her fate that appeals to us, or the intrigue of the profession, or even our need to see the beauty inside people who are commonly trod upon by society at large. Whatever the reason, we all love a good story about a quirky guy and an elegant call girl.

I don't generally write books about prostitution, particularly not when those stories involve transsexual characters. I've always figured there were enough trashy books about "she-male" hookers. I prefer to write stories about the transgender people who work at your office or date your brother.

Violette, the call girl in KANDINSKY'S SHIRT BUTTON, struck me very strongly and I had to tell her story. Largely, this character is me. Not that I'm transgender or a prostitute (well, maybe I'm a little genderqueer and maybe I took a bit of cash from a man back in University), but like Violette, I am an artist.

What I love most about Violette is her attachment to her art. Canvas after canvas, she creates portrayals of Venus. She worships the goddess, and because she has a deep-seated sense that she will never be so beautiful, she has intense attachment issues to her paintings. Arthur, the funny little man who falls in love with Violette, notes at one point that if she would only sell a few pieces she could live off her art.

She can't let go. She'd prefer to live off her body than sell Venus away, even if she sometimes hates herself and her body for the betrayal. I'm like that too. I've never once offered a canvas up for sale. I can't let go.

This "Read an e-book Week" why not give KANDINSKY'S SHIRT BUTTON a read? If you're interested in stories about artists, prostitutes, or simply the persistence of love, this might just be the book for you!

Boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love, something happens, then it all works out in the end.

Sound familiar?

Maybe you're ready for a different kind of erotic romance. Try this on for size: boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl, but girl is a Venus-worshipping transsexual artist and sex worker who doesn't feel deserving of boy's endless devotion.


A meditation on the true nature of beauty and femininity, KANDINSKY'S SHIRT BUTTON explores the spirit of perfect love and the imperfect human form.

To Arthur, Violette is the most beautiful woman in the world. She doesn't see it. An artist obsessed with the image of mythical Venus, her home is a shrine to the goddess of love. How can Violette possibly consider herself among the ranks of the beautiful when her body--her infuriatingly male body--betrays her? Violette is, she claims, “About as beautiful as Kandinsky’s shirt button.”

KANDINSKY'S SHIRT BUTTON by Giselle Renarde is available now from eXcessica Publishing .


“Do you know the artist Wassily Kandinsky?” Violette asked, tracing light fingers around his throbbing cockhead.

“Not personally,” Arthur gasped.

“Of course not-he died in the 40’s-but Kandinsky was around for the birth of abstract expressionism. He was interested in the spirit of art, in the spirituality of it.” When she took his cock in her firm grasp, Arthur nearly jumped out of his skin. Stroking it overtop his best pants, she went on to say, “Kandinsky believed that everything in our world has a secret soul which is silent more often than it speaks.”

“That’s beautiful,” Arthur wheezed.

Violette popped two cherry tomatoes in her mouth before unlatching his belt and sliding down the fly. Slipping her hand against his gasping flesh, she fondled the hair down there as his abdomen hopped with pleasure. “It’s a beautiful sentiment, but he was writing about a shirt button in a puddle.”

“Why?” he asked. Or maybe he said ‘what’ or ‘wow;’ he really wasn’t sure of anything. He wasn’t even sure this was really happening. Was this gorgeous woman really fondling his balls? Sculpting his cock like clay? Exposing him to the open air of one of the city’s classiest restaurants? If all this was real, it was money well spent.

“He saw this button in a puddle one day, just a run-of-the-mill white men’s shirt button. You know the type that are sort of pearlescent? One of those. In the sunlight after the rainfall, this little white button was sparkling like an oyster shell and Kandinsky couldn’t help but stop and stare. He was fixated on this gleaming little button in a puddle.”

Arthur released a low moan from the back of his throat, though he didn’t intend to. Violette wrapped her fist around his cock, pumping the shaft with expert conviction. With every push and pull motion, the muscles in her arms heaved with exertion.

“Anyway,” she continued, “that’s what inspired Kandinsky’s concept of the secret soul. He felt this little white shirt button was communing with him, somehow. It was as if this tiny, mundane thing was glowing with a secret beauty the world could only see if it was really willing to look.”

Crossing one arm over the other, Violette grabbed another triangle of flatbread from the table, but spilled most of the hummus down her front. In such a low-cut dress, her clothes were unscathed but a nice drizzle of dip trickled down her breast, which heaved the harder she pumped his cock. “Oops!” Violette gurgled. “Do you want to get that?

Arthur didn’t need to be asked twice.


Intrigued yet? Get your copy today!

KANDINSKY'S SHIRT BUTTON by Giselle Renarde is available now from eXcessica Publishing or your favourite e-bookseller!


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