Friday, March 30, 2012

New Release: Nanny State (Lesbian Kink)

I haven't been this excited about a book release in... gosh, I don't know how long.

I LOVE my new release, a sublimely kinky lesbian novella called "Nanny State." How much do I love it? Well, here's a for-instance: when you're uploading a book to Amazon, it goes through a step where Amazon formats it and then shows you a preview. You're supposed to look it over and make sure the formatting isn't wonky. Instead, I read the first three chapters. Then I made myself stop because I had a million things to do and I've read Nanny State a million times already. Same process at Barnes & Noble, and I just picked up where I left off. I wrote the damn thing and I couldn't put it down! Every time I even glance at the manuscript I get hooked on it all over again.

So, that's how much I love Nanny State. I hope you love it too. It's seriously... kinky. I lovingly call it smut, but I'll be guest blogging on the topic of Nanny State and SMUT at Sommer Marsden's blog next week, so I won't touch on the topic too much here.

Instead, I'll share the blurb and an excerpt:

When Summer moves in with her mother’s friend, she expects to be treated like an adult. Fat chance! Victoria exerts control over every aspect of her life, protectively setting parental controls on the television and demanding Summer come straight home after her university classes.

Everything changes the day Victoria catches Summer watching some very kinky lesbian porn. The landlady soon becomes the ‘Nanny’, coaxing Summer into the big bed for play time.

The unlikely couple embarks upon a series of naughty adventures, from suckling to discipline to diapers. But what happens when Summer wants to include a girl her own age? Will Nanny punish the wayward girl or accept another charge into their uncommon household?

Warnings: This title contains graphic descriptions of lesbian sex and threesomes, age play, spankings, discipline, domination, and other fetish activities that may be considered objectionable to some readers.

Word Count: 30,000


“Bend over, girls.”

Not only did Kira bend over, she flipped her skirt up over her bum and slid her cotton panties down to her ankles. With her flawless bottom exposed, she kneeled on the couch cushion and leaned against the back, silently awaiting her punishment.

“Summer,” Nanny said, her voice hard and unforgiving. “Why can’t you be a little more like Kira?”

“Sorry, Nanny.”

Stealing my gaze away from Kira’s gorgeous ass, I pushed my bottoms and panties to the floor and stepped out of them, assuming the same position on the couch.

Nanny Victoria stepped in close to my bare behind, and then seemed to change her mind and approached Kira instead. “I’m trying to decide, girls, whom to spank first.”

“Please spank me first, Nanny.” There was a begging quality to Kira’s voice that gave me butterflies low down in my belly. “It was more my fault than Summer’s. I dawdled all the way home.”

That wasn’t true in the least. If anyone had dawdled it was me. I wondered where Kira learned to be so beautifully submissive. She was way better at it than I was, and that realization made me more jealous than I cared to admit.

“Did you hear that, Summer?” Nanny’s gaze burned a hole in my back, but I didn’t turn around. Maybe I should have, because when she brought that wooden spoon down on my ass, boy, I was not expecting it!

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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

50% Off A LITTLE BURLESQUE, Limited Time Only

Can I interest anyone in a 50% off coupon for my lovely little lesbian historical, A Little Burlesque? Buy it from Smashwords using the coupon code below and get 50% off the cover price! Tell your friends! Tell your enemies! Tell your mother!

But act fast. The coupon expires at the end of the month.

Sapphic secrets abound at Madame Mireille’s burlesque, and it’ll take more than slippery fingers to bring them to the surface.

Madame Mireille's ocean-side parlour, Les Trois Dames Jouissantes, is one of the last houses holding to the tenets of classic burlesque. They specialize in raunchy comedy sketches, undulating fan dances, chorus lines and, of course, the striptease. In post-war Maritimes, Madame’s burlesque house enjoys notoriety thanks to an all-female cast combining the smart with the sensual.

It was this reputation that attracted the troupe's two newest members. Ginger the saucy redhead has been around the block a few times. She might come on strong, but she’s a master of the comedy striptease. Orchid is young, new to the stage, and embodies all that is innocent--or so she'd have you believe!

50% Off Coupon Code: QT58S
Expires: March 31, 2012


Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Call for Submissions: Chicken Soup/Inspiration for Writers

Received a new call for submissions in my email from the Chicken Soup people. We're all writers, so this one should be easy, right? et voilà:

Chicken Soup for the Soul: Inspiration for Writers
101 Motivational Stories for Writers, Budding or Bestselling,
from Books to Blogs

William Wordsworth once instructed writers to "fill your paper with the breathings of your heart." Sounds simple, doesn't it? But putting the feelings in our hearts onto paper in a way that will truly inspire others is not as easy as it sounds. So, how do you persevere when the words won't come, the story fails to unfold, or the rejection letters pour in? As Nathaniel Hawthorne reminds us: "Easy reading is damn hard writing."

Whether you write fiction or nonfiction, books or magazine articles, paranormal or romance, the process is equally challenging. For this reason, it's important to learn from others who have hung in there and successfully made the transition from dreaming about writing to being a writer.

For Chicken Soup for the Soul: Inspiration for Writers, we want to hear about your setbacks, mentors, breakthroughs, and successes. How did you overcome writer's block? Who kept you on the right path when you were ready to give up? When did you realize that the story in your heart was ready to be shared with the world? We are NOT looking for promotional pieces. We want to know about your journey to publication, including self-publishing and blogging. This is your opportunity to help other writers -- published and unpublished -- draw inspiration and learn from your experiences.

If your story is chosen, you will be a published author (if you're not already!) and your bio will be printed in the book if you so choose. You will also receive a check for $200 and 10 free copies of your book, worth more than $100. You will retain the copyright for your story and you will retain the right to resell it.

Please remember, we no longer accept "as told to" stories. Please write in the first person about yourself or someone close to you. If you ghost write a story for someone else, that person will be credited as the author. If a story was previously published, we will probably not use it unless it ran in a small circulation venue. Let us know where the story was previously published in the "Comments" section of the submission form.

Select the Submit Your Story link on the left tool bar and follow the directions.

The deadline date for story submissions is June 30, 2012.


Please do not reply or send questions to this address. For any further questions or correspondence, contact or visit our website at

Monday, March 26, 2012

Guest Post: "Sexual Selection," A Photo Book


“Her eerily intimate depictions of fucking and sucking transcend smut. Even literate smut.” Rolling Stone (about Digital-Diaries, 2000)

“The juxtapositions are exceptional… Of course I like the real people having sex, and to put them next to these other biological forms is really original and leads one's imagination to places it hasn't been…” Richard Prince (about Sexual Selection, 12/2011)

Sex. Art. Insects?

In 2000, Natacha Merritt released Digital-Diaries (Taschen), the first ever book to feature exclusively digital photography. What was the 21 year old San Francisco native photographing? Her sex life with her friends, masturbating with and without accessories, in bed, in the shower, in hotel rooms, from every imaginable angle and with the camera usually at arm’s length. Digital-Diaries allowed the reader a no-holds-barred insight into Merritt’s fantasies, desires, exploits and realities. Her controversial work was soon featured in diverse publications across the world from Rolling Stone to The Observer, from Playboy and Der Spiegel to Dazed
and Confused. The book went on to become an L. A. Times and Amazon bestseller, moving over 300,000 copies.

Merritt’s new book Sexual Selection is in many ways even more captivating. She applied her distinctive vision to a subtle and complex art, creating astonishing and surprisingly lyrical images as she compares and contrasts the sexual intricacies of plants and insects with her own elaborate sexuality. She returned to higher education to study evolutionary biology, noting “The leap makes sense when you are passionate about sex. All roads lead to evolutionary biology, speciation and genetics.” It wasn’t long before she became transfixed with arachnid genitalia, peering down a microscope for hours on end in order to capture the perfect images
of a spider’s erect penis, one of the photos featured in her new book Sexual Selection, published in May 2012 by cult Berlin arthouse Bongoût.

Each image is unmistakably a work of art that transcends easy categorisation. Lush and eerily intimate photographs capture the fleeting moments of arousal and grant us a rare insight into our universal sexuality. With the questions she asks as a scientist, she answers as an artist with photography and writing; why are some sexual practices and organs so detailed, complex and downright bizarre when this gets in the way of basic survival? As Natacha explains, “Sexual selection is the sensual side of evolution. It explains the ornate, the creative and the beautiful, it can explain arousal. It’s what gets us laid.”

By exposing the often over-looked sensual and sexual behaviour of other species as well as our own, Sexual Selection is guaranteed to broaden the readers’ sense of beauty and arousal regardless of their vantage point.

Pre-order your copy here: &

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - From My FREE ebook, 6 Erotic Shorts

6 Erotic Shorts is my first free ebook. As the title suggests, it contains 6 erotic short stories. Today I'm bringing you a simple 6 sentences from my lesbian story "Artists' Wives." Et voilà:

“Please.” I couldn’t wait any longer. “Lick me.”

I watched her full lips open and her pink tongue emerge, soft as velvet. Her black hair shone like oil streams against the washed-out cotton of her T-shirt. It felt like millennia passed as her mouth approached my pussy, like she was moving in slow motion.

Did I mention this ebook is FREE?

Pick up a copy, or twelve, and enjoy!

Friday, March 23, 2012

GBLTQ Promo at LR Cafe Saturday

I love that this chat starts at 3 in the morning. I'll actually be awake then! (I'm still on Vampire time, for the most part):

Join us Saturday March 24th as it's all about GBLTQ books, the authors who pen these amazing tales and the readers who love them. Permission granted to forward

Where it's at: LR Cafe Loop

Please note you MUST be a member of the cafe to participate in the promo day fun.

Time it begins: 3 am est (USA TIME)

What is allowed:

Promo posts for any gbltq books, excerpts, new releases, submission calls, etc. it MUST be GBLTQ only.

Any menage excerpts are to be MMF, or any variation of MMM, etc. No M/F/M scenes please.

Contests are welcome but not required. If you are involved in a contest, let us know about it GBLTQ Authors.

Promotional people are allowed to post for their GBLTQ clients/publishers. Just remember to follow our rules.


Posting Information for this day:

You can put Promo in the subject line.

If you are posting an excerpt, you MUST follow our excerpt posting rules which clearly state:
In subject line- a heat rating for excerpt (you can put a heat rating for the entire book inside the excerpt) and a genre.
Example: Promo/Excerpt: Title/Author/Heat Rating/Genre
Inside excerpt: a link for readers to go to for more information.
These three items must be in all excerpts or your post is deleted-no warnings given and if you are a repeated offender for this, you will be put on moderation until further notice.
Excerpt Ratings include the following. Please let it be known these are examples and don't always have to be used, just some variation needs to be in your subject line:
G: Good for everyone
PG: Ok with children reading over shoulder
PG-13: Some explicit words
R: Not for children/Explicit words/phrases
XXX: So hot, you need to hide in a shower to cool off.
It is unlimited posting of excerpts this day.
What is NOT allowed on GBLTQ day:
No hetero stories (M/F) as th is is for GBLTQ day only.
No menage scenes that are M/F/M. The male heroes must have a personal relationship together. M/M/F is allowed.
Posting and running. Engage the reader, post reader questions, talk to us and let us know about yourself, your books, etc.
Any questions, email me at dawn_roberto @ yahoo (dot) com with "Questions on GBLTQ Day" in subject line or else I am assuming you are spam.
Hope to see you there.
Owner-LRC Loop

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Virgins Behaving Badly (and iiiiii helped!)

In one of those Amazon community chats, I just happened upon a reader who was looking for stories with a virgin hero. Thankfully the topic was labelled as "authors welcome" so I got to do a little self-promotion, because the first story that came to mind was the one I wrote for a brand new anthology called Virgins Behaving Badly.

I haven't peeked inside just yet, so I'm not sure what the split is like of stories with virgin heroes versus virgin heroines, or stories where both (or ALL) characters are virgins, etc. Alls I knows is my "Mutual Drive" is an interracial story about an older woman falling for a younger man while he's housesitting for her neighbours over the Christmas holidays.

Actually, I wrote this story while I was housesitting for a friend whose home does indeed have a "mutual drive" (a driveway that's shared with the neighbouring house) and that's what sparked the idea. Yes, it's an ode to my friend's driveway. People are always asking "Where do you writers get your ideas from?" so there you go. Endlessly fascinating, I know, I know. Such a glamorous life I lead.

Anyway, Virgins Behaving Badly is out now. Looks like it's selling really well at ARe and Amazon, so I guess virgins have a certain appeal. :-)

You can read more about this book or buy it from:

Virgin Giselle (HA!)

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

More Links to FREE ebook "6 Erotic Shorts"

Multicultural stories of dinnertime bondage, soapy skin, secret sex, lesbian licking, sensual loving, and married life: "6 Erotic Shorts" by Giselle Renarde is now available FREE from even more distributors, including:

Pick up a copy, or twelve, and enjoy!

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

6 Erotic Shorts for the Price of NONE!

Yes, that's right! My first FREE ebook is being rolled out this week, and I want everybody to own it. Well, everybody who is over 18 and enjoys erotica--those are my only two caveats, I guess. So if you know people who are over 18 and enjoy erotica, tell them about this book! And pick one up for yourself, while you're at it.

I'm sure you'll agree "6 Erotic Shorts" is the absolute most creative title I or anyone else on the planet has ever come with. Okay, maybe not, but the title does describe the book's contents: 6 erotic short stories. By me.

I included a variety of subjects in this little antho: bondage, lesbian, stranger sex, happy marriages, adultery, multicultural, straight, shower sex (a lot of people arrive at my blog searching for it, so I'm guessing readers really like sex in the shower!), and even a very relatable prostitution story. A little something for every palate, I hope.

But wait... there's a blurb!

Mercedes sells sexual favours to a married ex-lover while Yasuko’s husband eats more than just pasta at the dinner table. Devra recalls the moment she first realized she was a lesbian while Sterling helps Michelle overcome her fear of shower sex. An artist’s wife gives a first-time model the tongue-lashing of a lifetime, and Gina teaches her man that a quiet evening at home is far more fun than a drinking binge with the boys.

6 great stories for the price of none!

So far, 6 Erotic Shorts is available from eXcessica (you'll need to join the Yahoo group to access files) and Smashwords, but I'll be tweeting when it's up at other retailers. Make sure to follow me @gisellerenarde if you don't already.

Well, what are you waiting for? It's free!

6 Erotic Shorts at Smashwords:


Sunday, March 18, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday - A Little Burlesque, Sapphic Historical

This week's new release is a fun little lesbian historical called "A Little Burlesque." It's set in the Canadian maritimes, at a burlesque house that attracts women from all across the country. As you might imagine, many have secrets they're not keen on sharing, but what a tease my book would be if the reader didn't get to find out!

In this scene, the two "new girls" are watching a performance of Salomé's veil dance, which is part of Madame Mireille's burlesque show.

Six sentences from A Little Burlesque:

Another veil fell to the stage as Leili tugged on her slip, allowing Ginger’s hand welcome access to her pulsing wetness.

“You have to feel it in your body before it can come out in the dance,” Ginger whispered. Her breath felt hot against Leili’s ear.

“Feel what?” Leili asked.

Ginger hesitated, holding completely still before saying, “It.”

Off came the third veil.

A Little Burlesque is available at probably any ebook retailer where you might look for it. Here's an almost comprehensive listing:



Friday, March 16, 2012

New Release: A Little Burlesque, Sapphic Sensuality

I'm in good company today, sharing a release date at eXcessica with the likes of Sommer Marsden and Selena Kitt.

My new release is A Little Burlesque, which is actually a re-release, a second edition of a book originally called "The Little Burlesque House by the Sea."

And you know what?

It's now 60% sexier!

Okay, that's a made-up statistic, but I did write brand new sex scenes, new chapters, a new ending... just a ton more lesbian love in this little burlesque book!

My favourite sex scene is... hmm... actually, I'm torn between the "Amish Sex" scene excerpted below (okay, the characters are actually Hutterites, not Amish, but you'll find out more when you read the book) and the first-time licking beside the ocean. There's also an MFF menage bondage scene with two of the girls tied together which is really hot.

This book is also twentieth century historical fiction, set in the Canadian Maritimes, but tracking the movements of these fictional burlesque performers through the prairies, through Montreal, and other cities.

Well, enough of my chatter. How about a blurb and excerpt?

A Little Burlesque by Giselle Renarde


Madame Mireille's ocean-side parlour, Les Trois Dames Jouissantes, is one of the last houses holding to the tenets of classic burlesque. They specialize in raunchy comedy sketches, undulating fan dances, chorus lines and, of course, the striptease. In post-war Maritimes, Madame’s burlesque house enjoys notoriety thanks to an all-female cast combining the smart with the sensual.

It was this reputation that attracted the troupe's two newest members. Ginger the saucy redhead has been around the block a few times. She might come on strong, but she’s a master of the comedy striptease. Orchid is young, new to the stage, and embodies all that is innocent--or so she'd have you believe!

Secrets abound behind the scenes, and it’ll take more than slippery fingers to bring them to the surface.

WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language and explicit descriptions of lesbian sex and MFF ménage. Originally published as ‘The Little Burlesque House by the Sea.’

Word Count: 23,300

Holding hands, the girls rushed away from the commune as fast as their legs would carry them. When they reached a clearing, they rolled together in the high grasses, laughing and kissing as though nothing could ever harm them.

Though they’d been raised in different countries, at different communes, their respective elders had taught them humility and devotion first and foremost. Before Gretchen, Leili had never looked at anybody and seen a body. Something inside of Leili shifted when she gazed into Gretchen’s glowing golden face, cheeks rosy red, lips a pinkish hue. A spark ignited within her core, and it grew into something physical, a gaping hunger, an aching, wanting thing.

There was a monster inside of her, she was sure, and she let it take control. She unbuttoned Gretchen’s farm dress while the object of her unending lust gazed up into the evening sky, an orange haze brushed purple.

Under her dress, Gretchen wore the same white cotton shift all the other girls wore, but on her it seemed wildly fetching. Leili grasped the top and pulled it down, exposing the girl’s breasts to the cooling air of the night soon to come.

Leili had seen breasts before, but the sight had never made her feel quite so giddy and gleeful. A thick pulse throbbed between her legs every time Gretchen breathed in and those firm young breasts rose like pale mountains. Their peaks glowed pink against the setting sun, and when they drew into buds Leili could no longer resist their insistent call. She leaned down to Gretchen’s chest and took one nipple in her mouth like a suckling babe.

Gretchen cooed, an impatient dove tearing off Leili’s headscarf to run those wonderful fingers through her golden hair. Leili sucked harder, pressing her whole mouth against the fullness of Gretchen’s breast, shaking her head until her hair fell forward to graze and bounce against Gretchen’s bare flesh.

“The taste of your skin,” Leili whispered. “Oh, I can hardly describe its sweetness.”

Pressing Gretchen’s breasts together, she licked the cleave, moving back and forth between two nipples puckered like pebbles.

“Love,” Gretchen gasped, pushing her breasts against Leili’s mouth, insisting. “My love, you mustn’t ever speak of this. You mustn’t tell anyone.”

Now for the buy links (there are lots):

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Guest Post With Sommer Marsden: Angry Sex

I'm delighted to welcome Sommer Marsden to Donuts & Desires. She's got a hot new book hitting the market tomorrow, and she's here to tell us a little about it:

Yay! Tomorrow is the release of my new book ANGRY SEX. Why yay? Well, there are two parts to this yay.

Part one: I love this book. I mean, I love them all, but I truly adore this book and the heart and soul behind it. I love that it’s my first book featuring a mom. I love that she tries to deny herself something all women need—sex…a connection—and then finally concedes to the fact that she can use this in her life. That she craves it. And then Luna goes after it on her terms.

Part two: This book was written during a very hard time at the end of last year and it was very much a catharsis for me. All of my work plays into my life and vice versa, but this one was a big huge dose of therapy for me. I wrote out all my fears, angers, worries and frustrations. And if you’re wondering if I did any research for Angry Sex, well…duh. ;)

A big huge thanks to Giselle for kicking off the start of my mini book tour. And a big huge thanks to you for reading.

At the end of the tour, every comment from readers will count as one entry into a chance to win a copy of Angry Sex on my blog ( . So if you have any questions, comments, or just want to say howdy, please do!



Luna Watkins can’t remember feeling so stressed. Her teenage son Nick’s health issues are reemerging and her ex Ben wants to help but is just making ends meet with odd jobs. Her catering business is thriving but too hectic for her to handle, at least that’s what it feels like. Not to mention since she’s been divorced, she hasn’t dated much and has had sex even less. When Nick decides to visit his grandparents for the summer, Luna is devastated. And yet, she sees a chance to work through her anger and her angst. Maybe some time to feed her body, mind and soul knowing he’s well taken care of.

Enter Adam Singleton, her new, last minute server. Handsome, gruff Adam who’s working through his own anger. Flirting turns to sparring. Sparring turns to angry sex—like therapy but naked. As time goes by and Luna and Adam become even more entangled, with their hardships and each other, the question becomes, does angry sex turn to more anger…or peace?

When he pulled into the driveway, she had to put her hands on her belly to soothe the nervousness that felt barely contained in there. Luna put her forehead to the steering wheel for a moment to try and quiet her screaming brain. Her breath was a fast pant like she’d been running and that was how she felt–overwhelmed, galloping heart, possibly might be ill.

There was a rap on the window and she unlocked the door without looking up.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Because women always do this when they’re fine.”

“You make me nervous.”

“I thought I made you angry,” he said tugging her arm. But she didn’t move.

“You do make me angry—I mean you don’t make me angry, my life is making me angry, you just seem okay with me expressing it. And you won’t crumble.”

“Of course not, boss lady,” he said and tugged her arm again. This time she turned a bit in the driver’s seat but didn’t get out. At least she’d picked her head up.

“But you make me nervous because you let me be angry.”

“And you’re not used to that.”


“Come on, Luna.” He pulled a bit more insistently and she turned, got out, stood up. Adam brushed her hair behind her ears and kissed her. It was rough, unkind and it turned her on to no end. She stood on tiptoe demanding more of him. He gripped her ass tight, held her flush to his erection—there was no secret it was there—so she couldn’t squirm away.

“Open your front door so we can take this inside,” he said, his lips pressed to the skin above her jugular. When Adam pinched her nipple, she wasn’t expecting it, and she jerked against him, crying out softly.

It was getting dark, and she hoped the whole damn neighborhood wasn’t watching them do this in her driveway.

“Come on,” she said and took his hand. “Let’s go.”

It was almost impossible for her to fit the key in the lock. But she finally managed, reminding herself that she was the one who wanted to let go. She jumped when his hand came down over hers, helping her guide the key to turn it.

“Come on. I thought you were strong,” he said, lips pressed to her ear.

He was goading her. She knew it. He was pressing her in order to steady her nerves and sharpen her focus. It worked. A surge of rage heated her inside and as if by cue her pussy went wet and soft for him.
And for herself. For release.

“Watch it,” she said, pushing past the threshold. Her body grew rigid, first in confusion, thinking she had to be quiet because of Nick. Second, because she realized the house was empty and to her it was entirely unusual. Her shoulders sagged a little and she took a deep breath.

“Come on, boss lady.” He’d caught the vibe—anger mixed with grief—she had no doubt. He pushed her forward with a firm but gentle hand and she stumbled some, forgetting her own damn tile inlays on the hardwood floor.

“Hey!” Her voice was more sadness than anger.

Her knees hit the sofa and she lost her balance, her legs buckling. Luna grabbed the back of the sofa and let out a growl. It surprised her. He hadn’t pushed her, he’d nudged her. He hadn’t put any force behind it but here she was falling and feeling stupid and yes…angry.

There was a split second where she could have ignored it, but she didn’t. There was a heartbeat where she could have talked herself out of it, but she didn’t. Luna bunched her hand into a lazy fist and turned, swinging blindly at the hulk of a man in her living room. She let out another cry when she connected, a glancing but hard blow, off his broad chest. She was mortified that she’d given into her base urge to actually strike someone—especially someone who hadn’t really earned it, if you got right down to brass tacks. But the mortification was fleeting when he grabbed her fist and pulled her in, wrapping his free arm around her waist and staring her down.

She blinked. Burbled with hysterical laughter.

“Feel better?” His face was tight and unreadable. What felt like annoyance, rather than anger, baked off him in waves.

“No,” she said, shocking them both by crying.

He pushed her back and she stumbled again. This time her ass hit the sofa hard enough that she pretty much bounced right back up to standing. Luna barely heard Adam say, “Then do it again” when she blindly swung, this time hitting his shoulder.

Oh fuck. Oh Jesus. What was wrong with her? This wasn’t Fight Club. This wasn’t a book, or a movie, or even a joke. She was hitting this man who had zero to do with her rage. And he was letting her.


She sobbed, nodding. “No.”

“You’re nodding but you said no.”

“I know.”

“You’re just so full of it, aren’t you?” He stood there. A handsome, patient monolith who held all kind of secrets. At least it felt that way.

“Full of what? Shit?” she stammered.

His face broke into a fleeting smile. He chuckled. “No. Full of anger.”

“Oh, that. Yes, that,” she said. “Yes, I am. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he said, and pushed her so her ass hit the sofa again.

Luna screamed. She heard the noise burst out of her like a whistle from a teakettle. He laughed…at her. And then when he dropped to his knees, bringing them face to face, he said, “You are so fucking weak.”

And that’s when she slapped him across the face. This blow was not glancing. This blow was not soft. This blow hit home with a satisfying whack and a wince on his good looking features.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered. Realizing she meant it. That had done it. Her body felt looser, her chest lighter, her soul not as dirty. And she could see her palm print coming up on his stubbled cheek and she felt so very horrified—but even that felt great.

“Good,” he growled and then he yanked her pants down around her hips so hard her button popped off and rolled to the floor and the zipper growled as it tore and broke.

She lifted her hips, arched her back, let him pull down her ruined pants and her white panties. He pulled her legs free of all the fabric but handled the panties for a moment. Just white cotton briefs. Fairly new. No big deal. Not sexy at all, she knew. Nothing to write home about. Heat and embarrassment stained her cheeks as he stared her down. Then he surprised her by stuffing them in his pocket and said, “Fodder for later. I love white.”

She blinked, but only had a second to savor that stunned feeling. Only a moment, and then his mouth—incredibly hot and firm—touched down on her thigh. Adam kissed up to the top of her leg, around her flank until her skin erupted in goose bumps and she shivered. When he kissed her some more, moving his mouth slowly inward toward her inner thigh—toward that soft, tender skin that was so damn sensitive it made her tremble—her heart staggered in her chest, trying valiantly to withstand the shock of the moment. Of having him in her home, being half naked on the sofa…about to do what they were about to do.

“Spread your legs, boss lady.”

Her legs fell open and her fingers dove tentatively into his sandy colored hair. She threaded her fingers through the short, soft strands. The heat of his scalp bled into the palm of her hand and he made a small noise that almost made him seem vulnerable. She had no time to question it, because he found her nether lips with his tongue nudging the tip between her wet folds before finding her hard clit and working it roughly, so she gripped his hair a bit tighter.

“There you go,” he whispered, chuckling. But all she could do was nod her head dumbly.

She didn’t make him wait—or herself. Luna pushed her body up to meet his seeking mouth. She let her legs fall open a bit more and refused to feel self conscious about it—this was what they were doing. This was what they’d talked about. Sex. Just sex.

Buy Link (will also be available at most online venues and coming soon in print)

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Watch Out for "Seductress" (She's Actually a Succubus!)

I heard back from author D. L. King about an erotic succubus anthology she's editing, and my story Neither Love Nor Money is slated to appear in it. (yay!) Since she has granted permission to spread the table of contents around, I thought I might share it here:

Seductress: Tales of Immortal Desire

1 Harvest by Aurelia T. Evans

2 A Surprising Summons by Kaysee Renee Robichaud

3 Succubus, Inc. by Elizabeth Brooks

4 In the Service of Hell by Michael M. Jones

5 Before a Fall by Kannan Feng

6 Street Hustle by V. K. Foxe

7 Star Crossed by Evan Mora

8 Zach’s Last Ride by Sasha Bukova

9 Deliverance by Jay Lawrence

10 Minions Have Needs Too by Anya Richards

11 Sweet Tooth by Nan Andrews

12 The Girl on the Egyptian Escalator by NJ Streitberger

13 The Sorcerer’s Catch by Angela Caperton

14 The Chapel by J.S. Wayne

15 The Lonely Huntress by Mina Murray

16 Neither Love Nor Money by Giselle Renarde

17 Textual by Robin Tiergarten

18 Succumb by Cynthia Rayne

19 Moon Like a Sickle, Wind Like a Knife by Jean Roberta

20 Phone Hex by Elizabeth Thorne

21 Soaring by Kate Dominic

As I mentioned, my story's called Neither Love Nor Money, and it's about a young man and his strong succubus boss. Nothing like a little sucking and fucking at the office, am I right? Almost makes me want to get a real job again. (HA!)

All the jealous women at Detta Designs like to spread rumors about their boss sleeping her way to the top. They don't know how right they are, and neither does the Detta's new pet, Max, until the two are working late on a new catalogue. That's when the eminently dominant Detta ties Max up and shows him just how much power a succubus can wield over a man. But there's a hitch in Detta's plan: she falls for Max, so hard she can't conceive of stealing his essence, or anyone else's, for that matter. Without the energy she needs, Detta fades fast. Can Max do what's necessary to make her well again?

I'm not sure of the release date yet and I don't have a cover to post, but watch for it. Succubi are hot! I'm sure we're all agreed on that point.


Monday, March 12, 2012

I Forgot Best Lesbian Romance 2012

I admit, I'm kind of bad at keeping track of anthology release dates, so when Best Lesbian Romance 2012 came out in January... I forgot. I didn't tell you about it. Oops. (sorry)

My story in this collection edited by Radclyffe is called Flash Freeze:

The cold has taken hold, and overnight yesterday's rains have frozen over. Returning from her grocery shopping, Lauren falls on the ice while trying to avoid an encounter with Zarina. They worked together in the halcyon days of Lauren's career, but her world came crashing when somebody started a rumour that Lauren was having an affair with her male boss. Convinced that "somebody" was Zarina, the one girl who'd managed to melt her icy heart, Lauren had nothing left to lose...except her job. She went out with a bang. That was more than a year ago. Now she's banged her head on the sidewalk, and it's Zarina to the rescue. Will the truth emerge as Zarina nurses Lauren's wounds?

About Best Lesbian Romance 2012:

Best Lesbian Romance 2012 celebrates the dizzying sensation of falling in love—and the electrifying thrill of sexual passion. Romance maestra Radclyffe gathers irresistible stories of lesbians in love to awaken your desire and send your imagination soaring. As Radclyffe writes, "within these pages are the reflections of our dreams, the memories of our precious moments, and the unique wonder of our special love stories."

With contributed stories by Anna Meadows, Radclyffe, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Cheyenne Blue, Geneva King, Anna Watson, Theda Hudson, Sheree L. Greer, Catherine Paulssen, JL Merrow, Angela Vitale, Giselle Renarde, Lee Lynch, Lisabet Sarai, Siobhan Colman, D. Jackson Leigh, and Evan Mora.

"By turns passionate, varied, and endlessly delicious, Best Lesbian Romance 2012 delivers."
—SHE Magazine

"This is a collection to melt the hardest heart. These are romantic stories sharing the heart of our relationships and loves. The most wonderful thing about this collection of stories is their varying voices. Each story from each author has its own appeal – each voice is concrete and, most strikingly, each sounds so very authentic, wrapping the reader up in the embrace of its words, scenes and emotion. These stories are so convincing. It feels almost voyeuristic to be reading them – as though we have been allowed a very privileged position at the window to a private house, a private house where a variety of women – like the ones we know, or even the ones we might be – are finding themselves dancing that longest and most exhilarating of dances, romantic love."
—Kissed by Venus

"The collection does a good job capturing the dizzying sensation of falling in love, and Radclyffe’s curating does a nice job slowly raising the heat to a culminating sizzle."
—The Edge

"In this sizzling new treasury, erotica maestro Radclyffe has assembled over two dozen titillating tales of lesbian couples taking each other to new heights of happily bedded bliss. Imagination and experimentation are the key that unlocks the hearts of these lesbian love stories and every kind of love you CAN imagine are told in stories redolent of romance, risk-taking, and, even gobsmackingly surprising true love. There are virgins, long-time companions, and very memorable one-night stands."
—Erotic Readers and Writers Association

Here's the link to Cleis Press's BLR 2012 page:

And here's the link to Amazon: