Thursday, May 31, 2012

Call for Submissions: The Other Man (Gay Non-Fiction: Sex/Deception/Love/Betrayal)

This particular call for submissions caught my eye because it's looking for essays about "The Other Man."  Having spent a solid 10 years of my life as "The Other Woman," I understand the complexities of adulterous relationships and the like.  I think they tend to get painted much blacker than they deserve.

Anyhoo, here's the call:

*** Anthology Submissions Call ~ Permission to Forward ***


EDITOR: *Paul Alan Fahey
*DEADLINE:* August 31, 2012

*PLEASE NOTE:* Publisher has final right of refusal on all submissions. Payment made upon publication. Publication date is May 2013.

JMS Books LLC is seeking submissions of short personal essays from gay writers on the subject of "the other man" for an upcoming anthology entitled *THE OTHER MAN: 22 WRITERS UNCOVER THE TRUTH ABOUT SEX, DECEPTION, LOVE, AND BETRAYAL*.

Submissions should be non-fiction, previously unpublished, written in the first-person POV, and between 3,000 and 5,000 words in length. Shorter essays of exceptional merit will be considered. Essays should focus on the theme of "the other man" -- either being the other man, suffering the other man, or having their lives affected in some way by infidelity. The other man experience can also be a positive one that, in some way, makes a committed relationship even stronger after he passes through.

All types of stories are welcome, from light-hearted to serious. Authors selected to appear in the anthology will receive *$100* for their submission as well as *1 free copy* of the final book in both electronic and print formats. A portion of all profits (75%) will be donated to the IT GETS BETTER charity.

Established authors and newcomers alike are welcome.

Send completed essay and short bio (150 words) to the editor, Paul Alan Fahey, at *paul1189@sbcglobal .net*. Electronic submissions only. Final decisions will be made by the editor no later than November 2012. Publication is slated for May 2013 in both e-book and print formats.


Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Elton John Glasses: Just For Fun

Remember lying in bed at night and listening to Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me back when you were too young to wonder if the title had a double meaning?  Remember the sweet snap-crackle-pop of vinyl as you closed your eyes and imagined dancing at your wedding with your new husband Elton John?  In matching silk gowns with white feathers boas?

What?  You didn't have that fantasy?  Huh.  Uhh... yeah, me neither.

Anyhoo, here are some awesome Elton glasses.  Just for fun.

(I tell you all my secrets, darlings. Don't go breaking my heart.)  

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

How Do You Measure It?

I originally wrote this post for one of my guest spots at Romance for the Rest of Us, which is Torquere Press' blog, but after breaking yet another mug (one of the blue ones--I only have one left in that set now) I figured it was a good time:

Remember that song from the musical Rent? 

Five-hundred-twenty-five-thousand-six-hundred minutes, Five-hundred-twenty-five-thousand-six-hundred moments so dear, Five-hundred-twenty-five-thousand-six-hundred minutes, How do you measure, measure a year?

I find myself singing that song in the kitchen.  Always the kitchen. Never the shower, never anywhere else, just the kitchen.  When I got to asking myself why, the answer was pretty obvious.

It's my dishes.

Every time I open the cupboard and look at my mish-mash of assorted bowls and dinner plates, I get feeling old.  Weird, right?  I guess I could have titled this blog post "What Makes You Feel Old?" but... it probably wouldn't have the same draw.

So, why do my dishes make me feel old?

Because I've been through so many sets.  I really don't feel old enough to be on my third (plus) set of dishes.  Part of the problem is that I'm a klutz and I've never owned a dishwasher.  I tend to drop dishes while I'm washing them.  That's the problem.  And when enough plates get broken... well, what's a girl to do?  You buy another set.

I bought my first set of dishes when I was a teenager, in anticipation of moving out of my mother's basement.  The set was called "Italian Bistro" and they cost me $9.99 at one of those kitchen stuff stores.

The second set, I bought in my twenties.  They were blue with kind of a raku-inspired glaze.  I think I got them at Sears and I think they were $39.99?  Something like that.  Almost all of those pieces have since cracked or chipped.

After the blue ones, I gave up buying sets.  Instead, I bought pottery from local artists.  That's why I have way more bowls than anything else.  Bowls are more common and usually cheaper than plates, when you're buying from potters.

Now every time I look into my cupboard, I don't just see dishes--I see a history.  I see years of buying and breaking, of disposing and accumulating until all I have to show for myself is an eclectic mess.  

And that's me in a nutshell--an eclectic mess.  I measure myself in mismatched dishes, in Band-Aids of various shapes and sizes with yellowed paper casings coming apart at the seams, in odd socks and old underwear, in books I've read and books I've written. 

How about love?
Seasons of love...

How do you measure, measure a year... or a life?

Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!

Sunday, May 27, 2012

What's Up and What's Down in Book Promotion?

Quick question for all the authors in the house:

Compared to this time last year, how are you promoting your books differently?  Are there promotional efforts you made a year ago that you've since backed off?  Which efforts have you made for the first time or ramped up this year?

Here are my answers to the questions above. This is NOT marketing advice by any means, it's just on my mind at the moment.

What's down?

  1. Chats. I used to participate in a lot more chats than I do now.  As much as I love them, I find I spend all my time blabbing with other authors.  That's fun, but it eats up my entire day.  Also, truth be told, I often forget when they're happening, even if I put them on the calendar. My bad.
  2. Author interviews.  I would do more, but I have this sense (which is probably way off base) that everyone who ever wanted to interview me did so four years ago.  I also feel like I'm repetitive and boring and repetitive in interviews. ;-)

What's up?

  1. Twitter.  #OMG the time I spend on Twitter!  This should probably go in the blabbing with other authors category too, but let's look at marketing holistically for the sake of this post and say that online presence is in some way promotional.
  2. Blogging.  I post here at Donuts & Desires just about every day, which is up from maybe three or four times a week last year.  As for guest blogging?  I think I do more of that too but I haven't kept track.
  3. Spending Money!  Holy Mackerel, it's something I thought I'd never do (I am cheap as store brand ramen, people) but I decided to purchase a membership at Manic Readers.  It was affordable, so I thought what the hell, give it a go.  
  4. Being Organized.  I have a promotions checklist I go through every time a new book comes out. I have checklists for just about everything submissions-related as well, and it's making me feel much more on the ball than usual.  Now if somebody could just sort my mail for me, I'd be set. 
  5. Contacting Libraries.  I have a few mainstream titles (ebooks) available through Overdrive (Nobody Gets Lucky, Ugly Naked People, Love Again, and very soon Dennis and Dad), so one thing I did recently that I've never done before is write to libraries all across Canada (so far).  I just told them a bit about my titles and asked if they would like to carry the ebooks in their catalogues.  

That's all I can think of off the top of my head.

Your turn.  What's up, what's down?

Comment to your heart's content!
Giselle Renarde 

Saturday, May 26, 2012

Call for Submissions: Short Short Orgasm Erotica

The second you finish reading this post, start writing.


Because the deadline for this call for subs is June 1, 2012--and, trust me, you want to get in on this anthology edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel.  Well... I do, at least.

But I think you will too, because Rachel has mentioned on twitter (@raquelita) that she needs stories AND that she wants to devote 36 available slots to NEW authors.  (I'm pretty sure that's what she said--if I'm misquoting her, you all have my permission to mentally kick me in the shins)

I know a lot of yet-to-be-published authors get really frustrated, thinking they'll never catch a break.  If that's where you're at, or if you're past there and in the I'll-never-be-a-writer-so-fuck-it stage, why not try for this one?  Some authors get all huffy about our market being super-saturated, and it is, but I don't want new writers feeling dissuaded by bad attitudes.

Why not write something up for this call?  Rachel is looking at up to three stories per author.  Short shorts.  Nothing to lose.


Short Short Orgasm Erotica Anthology Call for Submissions (title TBA) Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel
To be published by Cleis Press in 2013

Orgasm…let me count the ways! Editor Rachel Kramer Bussel is looking for short short stories of 1,200 words or less focused on the theme of orgasm. The more creative, varied and hot, the better. While these are extremely short stories, I still expect character development, exciting plots, and as many types of orgasms as possible. Surprise me! (For an excellent example of an offbeat orgasm story, see "Chemistry" by Velvet Moore in my anthology Orgasmic.) Sex toys, group sex, outdoor sex, masturbation, BDSM, roleplaying, dirty talk, anal sex, oral sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, quickies, vacation sex—the sky's the limit. Orgasm should be either the focus of the story or play a major role. For an idea of the kinds of short stories I enjoy, see my previous anthologies Orgasmic and Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex. Final book will contain a very wide range of types of orgasm, motivations, scenarios, etc. All genders and sexual orientations welcome. All characters must be over 18; no scat, incest or bestiality. No poetry. Original, unpublished stories only. 3 submissions maximum per author.

How to submit: Send double spaced Times or Times New Roman 12 point black font Word document (.doc or .docx) with pages numbered OR RTF of 1,200 words MAXIMUM. Note that this is a hard maximum and theme of the anthology and stories that are over 1,200 words will not be considered. Indent the first line of each paragraph half an inch and double space (regular double spacing, do not add extra lines between paragraphs or do any other irregular spacing). US grammar (double quotation marks around dialogue, etc.) required. Include your legal name (and pseudonym if applicable), mailing address to orgasmantho at If you are using a pseudonym, please provide your real name and pseudonym and make it clear which one you’d like to be credited as. You will receive a confirmation within 72 hours. I will get back to you by November 2012.

Payment: $20 and 1 copy of the book on publication

Deadline: June 1, 2012 (earlier submissions encouraged and preferred) 
(Hi guys, it's Giselle again.  I should mention this call for subs is reposted with permission, AND there are other calls at Rachel Kramer Bussel's website: 'K bye!)

Friday, May 25, 2012

Why Are There Boobs On My Gay Erotica?

I'm not exactly known for writing gay erotica.  Lesbian erotica? Yes. Bi and menage? Yes. Trans fiction?  Super-yes.

But gay erotica?  Umm... no, not really.

So readers might wonder if I'm a little confused when they see the cover of Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping, and then read the blurb and its classification as gay erotic romance.

To be clear, Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping IS gay erotic romance.  Why is there a woman on the cover?  Well, see... when, I conceived Wedding Heat I decided that every cover should have the same base image so it would be really easy for readers to identify books in the series.

Will I be kicking myself for that decision?  Will readers be kicking me?  (Do you want to kick me right now?)

Only time will tell.

While we're waiting, want to read the blurb and excerpt from Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping?

Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!

Joey’s a virgin.  That’s not the sort of thing he’d admit to most people, but when he meets Greg at his cousin Maggie’s luxury woodland wedding retreat, he finds himself freely admitting to this embarrassing quality.  Joey and Greg hit it off right away, teasing and taunting each other, but when Greg casually mentions that he’s gay, Joey isn’t sure how to react… not until a bunch of the guys strip naked for midnight skinny dipping in the man-made lake.  Something tells Joey he won’t be a virgin for long!

WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language, explicit gossip, naked guys and gay sex.


“What about you?” Greg asked.  “You ever knocked a girl up?”

“Yeah right.”  They very idea made Joey laugh.  “Not even close.”

“Ahh, you’re a virgin,” Greg said, understandingly, not goading or teasing.

“Yeah.”  Joey would have lied to anybody else, but there was something about Greg, maybe just the fact that he was gay, that made it easy to be honest.  “Are you?”

“What do you think?”

Something touched Joey’s dick underwater, and he jumped, squealing like a little kid.  “Oh my god, what was that?”

“My hand, you dumb fuck.”  Greg shook his head, and Joey laughed, feeling like a total idiot.  “No wonder you’re still a virgin.”

This time when Greg found his cock underwater, Joey didn’t squeal or squirm.  He turned to face Greg, holding the guy’s shoulder to steady himself.  When Greg wrapped a fist around the base of his shaft, his thighs and ass muscles tensed.  His breath staggered now, rattling in his chest before bursting past his lips.

“I’m not really…”  Joey stopped himself, trying to figure out what he wanted to say.  “I mean, it’s not every day I’m attracted to someone.  I’m not like that.”

The way Greg nodded, it seemed like he understood better than Joey did.  God, it felt good the way Greg stroked his dick—firm, hard, forceful but not rough.  Rough would come later.  Joey always liked to work up to the ultimate sensation.

“I’ve got your cock,” Greg said.  “Don’t you want to touch mine?”

There are lots of places you can buy Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping RIGHT NOW, like:


All Romance:



Rainbow ebooks:



You can also keep an eye on the Wedding Heat website for updates and stuff:

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Sex Scene from Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush

My new Wedding Heat series has its own website, and I happened to glance at the stats last night.  Seems that a lot of readers have been searching for a sex scene excerpt from the second book in the series, Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush.

There's a very sensual (explicit, I'd say) excerpt on the publisher's site, and it's the same excerpt at All Romance and 1PFR and Smashwords, and all over the damn place.  Sooo... I've gone through the story and picked out a NEW excerpt to share with you.

I knew what I wanted.  When I thought about what's hot in Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush, it wasn't just the sizzling MFF menage that came to mind, it was also the red fishnets one character, Irene, is wearing throughout the story.  I wanted to pull an excerpt that showcased those sensual stockings.

So here 'ya go:

“Okay, pretty boy, take her from behind.”  Denitsa’s voice was warm as butter, yet commanding as an army sergeant’s.  “Lift her by the fishnets, bring her to standing.”

Brian’s fingers wove through the slits in the fishnets, tugging upward, encouraging Irene to stand.  Though she could hardly bear to pull her face away from Denitsa’s hot cunt, she forced herself to look down past her naked tits with their glossy peach nipples, down to where the bright red fishnets criss-crossed her own black bush.  The sight made her heart palpitate, and for a moment she wondered if she might die here today.  At least she’d go with a smile on her face.

“Find her pussy with your fingers,” Denitsa instructed.

Brian’s touch landed softly against Irene’s skin, following the curve of her ass down, down to where the heat was.  Irene gasped when he found her pussy lips through the fishnets, exploring slowly, striking her clit.  She turned her face to the side, setting her cheek against Denitsa’s juicy cunt.

“Is her pussy wet?” Denitsa asked Brian.  “Put your fingers inside and tell me how it feels.”

Brian wasted no time pressing two brave fingers up inside Irene’s slit, and she felt her eyeballs rolling back in her head with the sheer pleasure of it.  Without thinking, Irene pressed two of her own fingers into the overwhelming wetness of Denitsa’s cunt, feeling those valiant pussy muscles clamp down on her digits, then pulse and flutter.  She wondered if her own pussy was doing the same thing to Brian.

“There,” Denitsa cooed, already bucking her hips slightly to meet Irene’s invasion.  “How does that feel?”

“Hot,” Irene and Brian said in unison.  “And Wet.”

“Yessss.”  Denitsa growled now, scouring her clit against Irene’s cheek.  Irene had never felt so dirty, but she loved the idea of another woman painting her face with pussy juice.  “Now fuck our angel, pretty boy.  Put on a show for me.”

Irene wished she could see the expression on Brian’s face as he pulled his fingers from her pussy and replaced them with his cock, but she couldn’t tear her face away from Denitsa’s hot cunt.  All she could do was turn and suck the woman’s pulsing clit while she fucked Denitsa with her fingers.

Brian’s cockhead rested at the mouth of Irene’s slit, like it was waiting for the perfect moment to thrust inside of her.  “Oh god,” she said around Denitsa’s clit.  “Just fuck me, Brian.  Fuck me hard until I come!”

“She wants you to destroy her,” Denitsa said.

“Destroy me,” Irene echoed without releasing Denitsa’s clit from her lips.

If you'd like to read more of Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush, you can buy it pretty much anywhere ebooks are sold.

If you'd like to find out more about the Wedding Heat series, I encourage you to visit its site:

Monday, May 21, 2012

FREE READ: Brand New Erotica~Before Goodnight

I make a huge effort to provide you darlings with quality FREE erotica, because I'm the sort of person who likes to get something for nothing every once in a while.

So I wrote this new story called "Before Goodnight" and it's available for you to read at Oysters & Chocolate.  It's never been seen in print or online.  From my brain to your... well, wherever.

Kim has moved back into her parents' house to save money for a down payment when she and fiance Elson buy their own home.  It's really put a cramp on their love life, considering Kim's parents truly believe she's still a virgin.  Yeah, there's phone sex.  This is how I do vanilla:

Before Goodnight. Read it now:


Saturday, May 19, 2012

Curvy Girls and Me

Today's post has been percolating ever since editor, erotica writer, and cupcake maven Rachel Kramer Bussel asked me to be part of her "Curvy Girls" book tour.  

I jumped at the opportunity to review Curvy Girls.  My girlfriend is self-proclaimedly "fat" and I love every delicious curve on her body.  I tend to be attracted to quirky curvy geek girls and artists.  I like curves.

And maybe that's because I don't have very many.

Even though I tend toward sex-bloggerism, I never writing about my body--about its response and action yes, but about its basic form? No.

And there's a reason for that.  In fact, I'm sharing thoughts and feelings with you today that I've never shared with anyone else.  Why?  Because even in my head it seems so "poor little rich girl."  I hope it doesn't sound that way to you.

As I waited for my review copy of Curvy Girls to arrive in the mail, I got... the fear.  I don't know if you're as generally paranoid as I am, but I have this ever-present fear that people are going say things that hurt or offend me.  So when I constructed in my mind what Curvy Girls was made of, I started to wonder/worry that maybe its method of elevating big women would be to denigrate small women.  

I am small.  I'm short.  I'm skinny.  I have the body of a 14-year-old boy waiting for a growth spurt.  I get the idea a lot of women who are bigger envy my body type, but throughout the years a lot of people have managed to make me feel really crappy about the way I look.

I've been told (repeatedly, by one of my sisters) that I look like a crack addict.  Others have told me my cheeks are too sallow, my belly curves the wrong way, they're grossed out by my ribs and my spine.  I look homeless.  I look like a kid.  I look anorexic--or better yet, I'm told that I am anorexic.  Or, "Are you anorexic?  So-and-so said you're anorexic. Are you sure?  All the girls in the lunchroom say you're anorexic." Sometimes it's phrased as a compliment, which I can't get my head around, and sometimes as an insult, and sometimes with grave concern for my health and well-being.

Even though none of these "well-meaning" (or not) jabs are true, guess what I see every time I look in the mirror?  A homeless anorexic 14-year-old crack addict.  I hate this shame I feel for a body I should rightly treasure.
"It just isn't healthy to have a body like yours."  

I bet that's one thing curvy girls and I have in common--the number of people who have decided we are not healthful.  They're so concerned about us, because our bodies aren't right, aren't normal, aren't aligned with their standard.

I know that's a lot of backstory for a book review, but it goes to show what deep emotional reach Rachel's book had for me.  Even before I'd laid eyes on the thing, it had already brought up this stir, and even the trepidation that I might encounter those familiar jabs about my body's inferiority.

The book arrived in the mail, and I dove right in.  The cover is gorgeous and I really like the typeface, paper weight and especially the black lace impression in the corner of the page at the start of each new story.  Aesthetics is important in a book.

And so is content.  The foreword by April Flores started this collection off eloquently and powerfully.  Her very first line spoke to the heart of me, as you'll understand after having read my preamble above: "For the longest time, we have been told the lie that being thin equals being beautiful, happy, and desirable."

Sommer Marsden's "Runner's Calves" is fun and fast (it's about runners, after all!), setting up what becomes almost a theme pairing throughout the anthology of a bigger woman with a thinner man.    

"Before the Autumn Queen" by Angela Caperton is sensual and literary, followed by the sexy threesome story "Champagne & Cheesecake" by A. M. Harnett, which made me laugh right off the bat with its mention of "victory tits."

"First Come, First Served" by Lolita Lopez is expertly voiced, and happens to speak to my fetishes for 1st person erotica and lines like "Would you come on my tits?"  Umm... yes, please.  "Small Packages" by Tenille Brown is infused with appreciation, worship, and lust for the curvy form.  

"Decadence" by Satia Welsh tripped me up a bit. Its multiple POVs, even during sex scenes, felt head-hoppy despite the section breaks.  The voicing in Nina Reyes's "Excuses" is excellent (I'm a sucker for 1st person present tense), and its impromptu photography session provides a playful backdrop for a cheeky and sly story.

"Recognition" by Salome Wilde and Talon Rihai is so relatable, so human, and lives up to its title so well my queer heart had to forgive the head-hopping.  By that point in the anthology, I needed some lesbian action. *smirk*  Speaking of relatable, Gwen Masters's character talking to herself in the mirror in "Passing the Time"? Spot on.  I've had many mirror conversations with myself.  Such a great story of frustration.

"First Date" by Louise Hooker was engaging as hell.  I love anything involving a webcam.  "At Last" by Jessica Lennox is letter-style lesbian confession erotica. The sparse dialogue was so apt and excellent I wished there had been more, though the ending was a little abrupt.

"Wenching" is brave piece by Justine Elyot, and took me where I wanted to go: to the heart of shame, the fire of it, and the phoenix rising (and in costumes!), all while confronting MY personal fear of being cast as: "Mean. Insufficient. Meager. Miserly."  Perhaps I ought to take offense, and instead I took each of those words as deserved slaps because, true or not, I've allowed myself to believe my body is my fate.

Starting with the title, "What Girls Are Made Of" by my fellow Torontonian Evan Mora reminded me of a story I once wrote called "Painted Nails and Puppy Dog Tails," with its strong butch/femme dynamic.  Of course, Evan's work kicks WAY more ass than mine.  This story... wow, truly a pleasure to read.  Just what my queer heart was begging for!

"Appetite" by Elizabeth Coldwell is relatable from the get-go (I hate it when other customers stare at my groceries and then look at me like they're in deep analysis mode--makes me so self-conscious!).  The piece uses fat and cheap fabrics assertively, saying "this is sexy" like it's challenging us to disagree.    There's fire here.  And then... then it's time for the BIG treat.

Kristina Wright's "In the Early Morning Light" hit me with its sheer honesty.  This is my favourite sort of writing.  This is literary erotica at its best: engaging on the very deepest level, plain-spoken, wonderful.  The next time I hear someone bad-mouthing the genre of erotica, I will refer them to this story because it is quite simply perfect.

"See and Be Seen" by Arlette Brand takes everyday eroticism and pushes it to the boundaries of comfort, bringing up questions of "should" and propriety.  Rachel Kramer Bussel's "Big Girls Do Cry" takes a theme of "wanting" and makes you squirm while you wait, setting up a promise of kink, of spankings to come.  I was lying on my couch reading this story, and it actually made my toes curl and my feet kick against the cushion because I wanted that promise fulfilled.  That's what a good spanking story's all about.

Isabelle Gray's "Marked" is artful, but I'd have loved to feel more pain in a story about new tattoos.  And at the end is "Happy Ending" by Donna George Storey, a story I found relatable on the "guy" side--the jealousy, possessiveness, lust, and utter inability to articulate how attractive I find my girl in a way she can properly hear.  Ultimately this story, and I think the book as a whole, describes a journey toward acceptance.  For Ellie it's about learning to love her "big ass," for me it's learning to see my Self in the mirror instead of a crack addict, or any of the other names I've been called. 

What I took away from Curvy Girls was the idea that we pretty much all have things about our bodies we'd like to change.  We all cater to our shame, and the best way out of it is to celebrate what we have--without disparaging the bodies of others.  

Because there are people in those bodies too. 

Follow the Curvy Girls virtual book tour at 


Friday, May 18, 2012

Erotica, Volume 12: Sex in Public / Voyeurism / Master and Slave

So, I've mentioned I have stories included in some of editor Barbara Cardy's new "Lesbian Erotica" mini-anthologies (published by Robinson--the "Mammoth Book of..." people), but I don't think I told you I contributed to the "Erotica" series as well.

Erotica, Volume 12: Sex in Public / Voyeurism / Master and Slave / (a Mammoth Erotica Short) includes my story "The Big Reveal" which is one of those cute and funnies that also happens to be full of public sex:

Product Description
When her car breaks down during the hottest day of the summer Faith Ellis is forced to take a slow train to her destination. Realising too late that she has left her purse at home she is saved from the humiliation of being thrown off the train by a handsome stranger. But how will she be able to repay him?
GERTRUDE by M. Christian
Quite naturally, his neighbours didn't like Beethoven blasted out at full volume, so our police officer heroine is sent to deal with what should have been a routine noise complaint. Noting some rather rude magazines and a well used whip, she's asked if she likes to play . . . Now, assaulting a police officer would normally get you into an awful lot of trouble . . .
THE BIG REVEAL by Giselle Renarde
A romantic, but very sexy story for Marisa and Tariq. Falling in love at first sight (although both have very different versions of when that was) and with their first baby on the way, Marisa's hormones are soaring, in the elevator, in the park . . . Will Tariq ever be able to satisfy her needs . . .      

This mini anthology is only $0.99. Seriously!  You can't lose.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

New Anthology: Tricks For Kicks

I'm really bad at keeping track of when anthologies come out.  Apparently (according to the Amazon page), Tricks for Kicks was released over a month ago.  Well, I guess I slept through April, because I didn't know.

Tricks for Kicks is an erotic anthology that focuses on prostitution.  If you like a good sex-for-money story... well, here you go!  Here's the blurb:

Sometimes, the best sex comes with rewards...

Ever had the urge to pay for your thrills? The characters in this collection have, but it’s not just money that changes hands when these lovers go all the way. Pimps and prostitutes, gigolos and gold-diggers are all to be found enjoying Tricks For Kicks. And let’s not forget the boys and girls of the vice squad, whose intentions are often just as dishonourable as the hookers they’re arresting.

From girls who’ll do anything for that special piece of jewellery to the confessions of the woman running the best little whorehouse in town, here are twenty tales of sex for money – and other benefits.

Sex sells – and just look who’s buying ...

So that's what this anthology's all about.

But here's what a duh-duh-duh I've become lately: I looked this antho up on Amazon, and as you'll notice, my name isn't listed under authors.  So I was like... wait, did I contribute a story to this book?  I think so... YES, because they PAID me... so I guess they ran out of space under authors (maybe there's a limit to how many they can add on the Amazon page, I don't know) but it was still driving me nuts that I couldn't for the life of me remember WHICH story of mine was included.

This happens all the time these days.  Somebody mentions an upcoming Cleis or Xcite antho and I think "Oh yeah, I have a story in that" but do you think I can remember off the top of my head what story of mine appears in it?  It's bad!  I have to look it up every time.

So I looked up which of my stories appears in Trick for Kicks, and it happens to be a really snarky, bratty, hot BDSM "Mercy" story.  Mercy stories are pieces featuring Mercedes and a man named Simon--he's married to someone else, and Mercedes used to hang out with him or whatever (if hanging out=sex) but now she's engaged to another guy and Simon is so desperate for her luscious body he's actually paying her for sex.  And sometimes, man, does it get crazy!

Show No Mercy:

Mercedes and Simon's sex life was never this good back when they were a lovey-dovey couple.  Now that he's paying her for the pleasure, Simon knows what he wants and isn't afraid to demand it.  Mercedes kind of detests his entitled arrogance, but it arouses her to no end.  When Simon muses that he always wanted to see Mercedes with bigger boobs and insists she fill her camisole with two giant water balloon, she does as she's told.  When she sees herself like that, with humungous fake breasts, and feels their warm pressure against her flesh, she's ready for anything.  

To make a short story long (as my aunt always says), Tricks For Kicks DOES include my story Show No Mercy, and the anthology is available now from Amazon:


Another FREE Lesbian Comedy: Goose Girl

For a limited time, you can grab yourself a copy of my lesbian erotic comedy Goose Girl from Amazon, thanks to the publisher, New Dawning Bookfair.  I gotta say, it's great to work with a publisher who puts ongoing effort into marketing a title!  It's surprisingly rare.

Okay, so here's what you want to know:  Goose Girl is a funny fairy tale adaptation that features lots of silliness and sex.  It will be available for free at Amazon between May 15th and May 17th, 2012.

Product Description

En route to meet her handsome prince, Princess Svana begs her waiting-maid Rosamunda for a quick cuddle. Before Svana can say, "Identity Theft," the waiting-maid steals her royal apparel and marries her prince. The poor princess must take a job minding geese. Who will save her now?
Story Excerpt

When she was quite young, Princess Svana was betrothed to a fabulous prince whose father was a friend of the queens' from way back in the disco epoch. Even the tabloid reports confirmed prince Everitt was honorable, open-minded and handsome as a fairy's own child. Svana couldn't have been more delighted with the choice, or more excited about her future prospects. Despite her personal principles, the queens had taught her the overarching importance of good looks. A handsome husband meant everything.

On the occasion of her eighteenth birthday, it was time for Svana to take her leave of the caring queens and marry the good royal. Unfortunately, prince Everitt lived at a great distance. In preparation of her departure, the aged queens packed for their daughter many costly trinkets, jewels, and cups made of gold and silver. In short, they sent with Svana everything which appertained to a royal dowry, for they loved their baby girl with all their hearts.

As you might expect, Svana was not particularly happy to leave behind her many friends, the beloved queens, her birth mom, her pets, and that green grocer who never forgot to import a few mangos from faraway lands. So, to appease their darling daughter, the queens sent along a maid-in-waiting, Rosamunda. The strong-as-an-ox servant was to ride with the princess and hand her over to the bridegroom, making very certain nobody messed with their baby girl along the way. And messing with Svana was a distinct temptation for all who beheld her, such was her incredible beauty. Apart from that one time with the green grocer, which didn't really count since it was underwater, she'd managed to keep herself relatively un-messed-with.

Adult Excerpt

After riding Falada, the speaking mare, for some distance, Svana began to feel a delicious sensation between her legs. The rhythmic bouncing pressure against her lower lips generated an undeniably pleasant heat at the apex of her thighs. This was by far her favorite part of riding, this beautiful wet burn. In time, she could no longer bear the suspended bliss of it and, bringing Falada to a halt in the center of a vast field, Svana surprised her waiting-maid with a request:

"Oh, my dearest Rosamunda, riding this way has my precious cavern flowing with love nectar. I feel I would die without immediate gratification. I beg you, dismount, and take a drink from my cup."

"You have got to be kidding me," Rosamunda replied, halting her ride as well. "First of all, precious cavern? Love nectar? Who the hell talks like that, Miss Priss? If you're horny, you can bloody well get yourself off. I don't choose to be your servant."

Svana was not surprised by her maid's harsh words. They had grown accustomed to one another's ways, even in this short time together. So, in her great thirst, the princess laid her head down against Falada’s great rump. After pulling her skirt tails up well over her waist, Svana tapped with one finger at her engorged lower lips. So sensitive were they from the riding that even the slightest pressure sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.

The wetness between her thighs was hardly a shock, for Svana's pussy was extremely responsive. She was every bit as likely to appreciate a codpiece askew as she was to behold the great tumbling cleavage of a peasant woman. Bodies delighted her eyes, and as she observed the puffy white clouds against the bright blue sky, she reflected upon such bawdy sights as those.

Rubbing her fingers against the juicy folds of her craving cunt, Svana panted and moaned. Her ample breasts jumped as she fingered herself, her stiff nipples popping out from under... 

(Guess you have to download a copy if you want more!)

Monday, May 14, 2012

We Raised Some Money for LGBT Youth~Thanks!

Hey Everybody,

Remember how for the first week of May I had that promotion to celebrate my four-year anniversary with Sweet?  Remember?  No?  Okay, well basically I said I'd donate $1 from each purchase of Nanny State and Secret Confessions bought that week to a great little peer support organization for LGBT Youth.

So, the numbers are in and I'd like to announce that we raised $28!  Yay!

Maybe that doesn't sound like a lot of money, and maybe it's not to most people--but it is to me.  The last time I held a promotion in support of LGBT Youthline, I was giving away 100% of royalties from certain books over an entire quarter.  In three months, I raised less than $5. You read that right.  Less than FIVE DOLLARS! So in comparison, $28 is a fortune.

I've been reading a lot of blog posts lately where writers are disclosing their incomes and I always find myself thinking WOW.  Or even saying it out loud.  "WOW."  Tens or hundreds of thousands, even millions of dollars?  I don't make that kind of money.  I'm not exactly sure where the poverty line sits these days, but I'm certain I live under it.

That's neither here nor there, I suppose.  It's just been on my mind a lot lately.  The other thing that's been on my mind, after hearing Obama coming out as a proponent of gay marriage in the states and the ensuing reactions from various... people... is that we queer folks get a lot of shit thrown at us.  I'm an adult and I think a fairly strong person, and there are times when even I can't handle it.  How on earth do LGBTQ teens and young adults cope?

With support.  Right?  That's got to be the answer.

So what better time than the present to donate the $28 we've raised together to LGBT Youthline?

Thank you, everyone.  After last time, I was ready to give up on fundraising through book purchases.  But we'll do this again. Thank you. 

Thank you.

Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday: Two in the Bush #sixsunday

The second story in my Wedding Heat series was just released on Friday, so of course this week's Six Sentence Sunday is devoted to my new release, Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush.  (It's MFF ménage, in case the title didn't sound dirty enough already)

Six Sentences from Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush by Giselle Renarde

Irene had never kissed a woman before.  She’d always half wondered what it would be like, and now she knew.  Now she turned herself over to that woman, trusting Denitsa’s strength as she lay back on white hotel linens.  Her chest felt tight, her dress felt tight, and all she wanted was to strip and experience the hot press of Denitsa’s great breasts skin to skin.

As Denitsa kissed her full and hot on the mouth, Irene reached up to touch one of those beautiful braless tits.  The fabric of Denitsa’s dress was slinky and soft, and it only accentuated the glory of those big round breasts.   

Hey, can you tell I like boobs? LOL

Actually, I'd forgotten how sizzling this story was until I started reading through it in search of 6 sentences to share with all of you.

If you want to know more about the Wedding Heat series, it's got a website and, of course, I announce new releases here at Donuts & Desires.

Have a good week everyone!

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Saturday, May 12, 2012

Sweetheart Rolando has a New Cover, Xcite Books has a New Site

If you've enjoyed other erotic comedies I've written (like Goose Girl or Narcissist Seeks Narcissist), you might be interested in a strange little ebook called Sweetheart Rolando.

Sweetheart Rolando's been on the market for a few years, quietly sitting on the shelf, waiting for you to love it.  Now it has a brand new cover (above).  Cute, right?

Sweetheart Rolando
A humorous erotic fantasy by Giselle Renarde.
When Lily's wicked stepmother tries to chop off her feet, she must flee with her sweetheart Rolando. To outsmart the witch, Lily transforms into the flower that shares her name. But Rolando and the witch share a secret so shameful he leaves his lily to rot. Luckily, a passing shepherd brings her home only to discover her mysterious sexual abilities. Who will be wed when this story ends? Lily and the shepherd? Rolando and the witch? Or Lily and her sweetheart Rolando?

When I went to check it out on the publisher's website, I realized that Xcite Books has a new website as well.  Remember it used to be like erotica-romance-something?  Now it's --which is going to be a hell of a lot easier to remember, actually.

Looks like some of the Cocktales books got new covers, too.

The link to Sweetheart Rolando is here, if you're interested in checking it out:

And here's the Giselle Renarde page:

Xcite publishes quite a lot of my stuff and they're great to work with.  If you're an author you might want to check out the "Write for Xcite?" link at the top of their site.  They publish a lot of anthologies, both ebooks and print.


Friday, May 11, 2012

New Release! Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush

The second story in my Wedding Heat series has hit the market!

After the first installation, One in the Hand, what could possibly come next but Two in the Bush?  Right? Right...?

Two in the Bush is a hot little number: MFF menage, multicultural, coworkers, rubenesque, fishnets, long-time crush meets stranger sex... this baby covers a lot of bases.

Right from the start, my goal with the Wedding Heat series was to incorporate a wide variety of characters, pairings (and more than just pairs!) and sexualities.  Irene, the central character in this story, has never been with a woman--but if she wants to get with her coworker-crush Brian, she just might have to step out of her comfort zone and surrender to pleasures she never knew she wanted.

Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush by Giselle Renarde


Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!
Irene has been in love with her co-worker Brian for years, but she’s never worked up the courage to tell him.  When Maggie, a friend from the office, invites them to her wedding weekend at a woodland resort, Irene convinces Brian to share a room.  Just when Irene is gearing up to make her move, she stumbles upon Brian making out with a beautiful stranger, Denitsa.  Irene is crushed… until Denitsa finds a shocking way to bring the co-workers together.  
WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language and explicit descriptions of crinolines, crushes, F/F sex and MFF ménage.
Shifting in so close her breath was hot against Irene’s cheek, Denitsa asked, “What is your name, beautiful girl?”
“Irene.”  She looked to Brian.  His eyes went wide and then clouded with dark lust as Denitsa leaned in to kiss Irene’s neck.  Irene froze, despite the sizzle of Denitsa’s full lips on her skin.  “What… what are you doing?”
“Keep doing it,” Brain said before Denitsa could answer.
Irene gulped past the lump in her throat.  She couldn’t take her eyes off Brian, stretched out on the bed in dark trousers.  His shirt was half pulled out at the waist, and his tie hung loose around his neck.  She could see why Denitsa called him “pretty boy,” with his light blonde hair and schoolboy smirk, but he was the handsomest guy Irene had ever met.
“You… want to watch?”  Irene felt stupid saying the words, but her intense emotion rendered her utterly inarticulate.  All she knew was that she’d do anything for Brian.  More than that, Denitsa’s lips on her neck aroused an aching pulse between her legs.  As much as she’d like to deny it, she was already so wet she could feel pussy juice seeping down her thighs. 
Denitsa asked Brian, “Want to see us kiss?”
“God, yes.”  There was a tremble to Brian’s voice, like he couldn’t believe this was happening.
Even though Irene and Brian were on different mattresses, he was close enough that she felt his pull, like he’d hooked her heart and was unconsciously reeling her in.
“Have you ever been with two women, pretty boy?”  Denitsa rubbed her feather-soft cheek against Irene’s.  It was so much like a dream Irene couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
“What?” Brian asked. “You mean like at the same time?”
Denitsa chuckled, a rumbling growl that resonated low down in Irene’s core.  “Yes, at the same time.”
“No,” he admitted.  “But something tells me tonight’s the night.” 

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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Call for Submissions: Chicken Soup for the Soul: Autism/Asperger's

This call hit my inbox the other day and you know I like to share, especially when I'm not in a position to contribute.  The title of this book is kind of long, so I couldn't fit it all in my subject line.  In full, it reads:

Chicken Soup for the Soul: For Parents of Children with Autism or Asperger's

This sounds like it could shape up to be an incredibly helpful book, but not without your contribution!  (haha... I'm my own marketing department).

Here's the call:

New Chicken Soup for the Soul Book:
For Parents of Children with Autism or Asperger's

If you are the parent of a child, from newborn to college age, with autism or Asperger's, we invite you to share your story about raising your child - the ups and downs, the effect on your family and marriage, your child's special attributes and talents, and the lighter moments too. These stories will provide advice, comfort and insight to other parents in the same situation.

Please send us only non-fiction stories and poems written in the first person of no more than 1,200 words. These must be your personal stories - things that happened to you or someone you were close to. You may use a "pen name" on your story. Your story should not have been previously published by Chicken Soup for the Soul or other major publications.

Here are some suggested topics, but we know you can think of many more:

  • How you first recognized the symptoms
  • Meeting the challenges of everyday life
  • Academic struggles or brilliance
  • Good and bad experiences with school administrations
  • Appreciating your child for exactly who he/she is
  • Helping your child build a social life
  • Successful treatments - what has worked for you
  • Helping siblings and family members cope
  • The effect on your marriage and personal relationships
  • The importance of taking time for yourself
  • The importance of a support system
  • The lighter side
  • The positive side - benefits of autism or Asperger's

Please remember, we do not like "as told to" stories. Please write in the first person about yourself or someone close to you. If you ghostwrite a story for someone else we will list his or her name 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. If the story was published in a past Chicken Soup for the Soul book, please do not submit it.

If your story is chosen, you will be a published author 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.

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

DEADLINE IS September 30th.
We plan to publish the book on April 2, 2013, for Autism Awareness Month.


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

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Free Lesbian Fiction! Limited Time Only

For just a few days, May 8-10 2012, my erotic comedy "Narcissist Seeks Narcissist" will be available for FREE at Amazon!

I think of this ebook as a lesbian comedy first and foremost, though it does include explicit sex, romance, and even a touch of heartrending backstory.  Come for the comedy, stay for the sex.  And, hey, it's free!

Szuszu the former model has survived on women and scotch since she was just a teenager. All these years, she's had her best friend Babette by her side, but now that Babette is married and setting off on a world tour, Szuszu feels utterly abandoned. As a pre-departure joke, Babette writes up a silly and snide little personal ad, which narcissistic Szuszu posts in hopes of attracting a woman who looks just like she did when she was young.

Naomi thinks Szuszu's post is hilarious -- what a great sense of humor! She can hardly believe the centrefold she stole from her dad's collection way back in the day is looking for love. It's not like her to answer a personal ad, but for the infamous Szuszu she'll make an exception. She thinks Szuszu looks fantastic, and Szuszu (who refuses to wear her glasses) thinks Naomi looks just like her. What could ensue but sex, love, and a whole lot of comedy?


"What's that you're scribbling, darling? It's about me, isn't it?" Szuszu reached across the table, nearly knocking over her backup scotch and soda. "Hand it over, Babs. Let's have a look."

Babette pressed the cocktail napkin flush to her chest, setting down her slim gold pen. "It's nothing, Szusz. Just my shopping list." She shook her head, eyes wide, guilty as sin. "Just my groceries."

"Shopping!" Szuszu cackled, knocked back the scotch in her hand, then slammed the glass down on the table. "Darling, you haven't done the shopping since you shacked up with that dairy cow you call a wife. You don't need to shop -- just bend the old hausfrau over a bucket and you've got your milk for free."

"Leave Matilda out of this." Babette shoved the cocktail napkin in her jacket pocket.

"Ah!" Gazing across the table through the amplifying lens of an empty scotch glass, Szuszu pointed to Babette's chest. "There! I see what you've written. It's all smeared across your tits, darling." Squinting, she tried to make out the loopy handwriting smudged on Babette's skin. "noitaroda… lautum… rof… What is that, darling, Latin? Or have you had a stroke?"

Babette glanced down at the writing on her chest, wetting another serviette with Szuszu's next scotch and rubbing it over the pen marks. "It's backwards, darling. It's an imprint, you know." After setting the wet serviette down on the table, she pulled the dry one from her pocket. "Fine, then. Fine, if you're so curious. Here it is. That's what I wrote."

Squinting at the flimsy square of paper, Szuszu held it up close and then away from herself, but the words still wouldn't come into focus.

"I think you need to get yourself a good pair of specs, Szusz."

Szuszu's eyes twitched at the blasphemy. "Nobody wears glasses, darling, except librarians and Elton John. I was a model, you know."

"Yes, I know, Szusz. Everybody knows." Babette rolled her eyes like a teenager. "You do realize you've gone up to every person in this bloody lounge to tell themI was a model?"

"Well, I was on the cover of all the magazines in my day."

"In your day, right, you were. Headlines read: War is over. Szuszu greets sailors at port."

An overwhelming desire came over Szuszu to kick her dearest friend in the shins, but when she let loose, her snakeskin boot met the cylinder of metal holding up the table. "Oh, for Christ sake," she moaned, rubbing her toe. "If I wasn't legless, I bet that would smart." Defeated, she handed the napkin back across the table. "Here, read this for me, Babs. I can't see straight."

"Can't even think straight," Babette mumbled. "All right then, you want to know what I wrote while you were babbling on about your glory days? I wrote up a personal ad, darling: Narcissist seeks narcissist for mutual adoration. Turn-ons include mirrors, soup spoons, darkened windows, and other reflective surfaces. Must enjoy photo albums, the sound of her own voice, and endlessly reliving days of cover girl glory.