Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Call for Submissions: Torquere Halloween Sips

Got vamps? Or weres? Or ghosts or shifters or fairies or demons?  Are they just sitting around playing with themselves on your hard drive?  Well then here's a call from Torquere Press that might interest you:


I know it's hard to think of Halloween with all this deep summer heat going on, but it'll be here before we know it!

Halloween this year falls on a regular release day, so we want to have a Halloween Sip Extravaganza on October 31st.

I will need your Halloween stories in by September 20th, please. The more the merrier.

Sips are no less than 3000 words, and no more than 9999 words (If you go higher, it's a novella instead of a Sip and you should submit it as such).

The theme of Halloween is extremely wide open -- it can be paranormal or fantasy/urban fantasy, it can be contemporary focused on October 31, call it Halloween or Samhain. Demons, angels, vampires, elves, werewolves, shifters of all kinds, fairies, whatever otherworldly creature you can think of --
they're all welcome here.

As long as there is some element to tie your story to the general theme of Halloween it fits.

So please, send me your Halloween sips to our usual submission address (submissions @ torquerepress. com) with Halloween Sip in the subject line before September 20.


Monday, July 30, 2012

Mistress Mother: Age Play in Nanny State

I've written a lot of poems for my girlfriend.  Many of them are included in my anthology My Mistress' Thighs: Erotic Transgender Fiction and Poetry.

Not this one.  "Mistress Mother" is a poem I wrote on one of those desperate evenings alone, when my want overwhelmed my maturity.  I decided to include it in my lesbian kink novella Nanny State because it was just so perfectly apt.  Nanny State has a big focus on age play, discipline, punishment, suckling, and the Older/younger, Nanny/charge dynamic.

In Nanny State, "Nanny" Victoria is the author of the poem.  She wrote it as a university student, and reads it to "young" Summer, who is now in university herself and experiencing age play for the first time.

It was actually easier for me to publish the poem as a character's writing rather than mine, because it meant I didn't have to own those sentiments so directly.  As an erotica author, it can be easier to put fetishes on your characters or say you were just playing around rather than admit... yeah, that's me.  I'm a kinkster.

But this is me. I wrote this.

"Mistress Mother" appears in full in Nanny State, but you can read it here too, just because I'm in a sharing mood. :-)

Mistress Mother
By Giselle Renarde

Pull, push,
I hate you, I need you,
Mistress Mother.
Cling to your apron strings,
Soak your print dress with my tears,
Thrash as you pry me from your solid hips.

Don’t leave!
I won’t survive without you.
Callous Mother!
Mistress Abandoner!
I won’t take this desertion lying down
How dare you abscond in the night?
You should be here beside me,
Mistress Mother

Needy, raging, screaming your name as I battle the darkness,
I strike out against your absent form.
Where are you, Mistress Mother?
I am hopelessly alone.
Please pick me up.  Please take me back.
I’ve been a wretched child, but I can be better. 
I can be good.  I can behave.
Give me one more chance and you’ll see my angel wings.

Dejected, you resign yourself to feeding my hunger.
I am calm when you cross the room to soothe me in your arms.
Don’t fret, Mother-Mistress.
Give me warm milk and comfort and I’ll forgive your departure.
Bundle me in cotton and steal me to the grown-up bed.
Hold me close and rest my head where I may feast on flesh.

I am yours!  I am yours!
Yours to care for and sustain, to feed and to nourish.
Let me revive your body with long-forgotten pleasures.
You see, Mother-Mistress?  My mouth does more than scream.
Feel my lips, feel the warmth of my tongue
As it sounds out the beat of my heart on your breast.
Let me suck your taut nipples,
Let me suck them raw and red,
Until contentment ensconces us in sleep.


...and many other etailers.


Thursday, July 26, 2012

50% Off Tangle Roots at ARe~Limited Time Only!

Simone is having a bad day. Not only has she broken up with Toy Boy Toby, she’s been fired from her high-powered job! Now, in hopes of raising capital to start a business of her own, Simone must sell the old family cottage. But the lakeside cabin rejuvenates her soul, and her wise neighbour Moses sparks a new flame. Only with the guidance of this tattooed man devoted to healing can Simone overcome humiliation. Passion comes easy, but is this power-hungry businesswoman ready for love of the compassionate variety?

Published by eXcessica in 2008, Tangled Roots was my first erotic romance and my first story featuring Aboriginal characters.  Despite all the outdoor sex in the summer sun (in a canoe, on a secluded island, all that fun stuff), this story's actually pretty dark.  Simone was raised to feel a lot of shame around her identity, and at the start of the story she is a hard-hearted and hard-headed woman.

But Moses warms her up...

“A Canadian is someone who knows how to make love in a canoe.”

~Pierre Berton

* * *
“I love you, Moses,” Simone said in disbelief. “I love you.”

Kissing her forehead, Moses replied. “Maybe you do. And maybe you’re looking for something beautiful to counterbalance the pain. Either way, Simone, you are loved. You are worthy of love. I guarantee it.”

The tears she cried turned from tortured to awed, like when she used to cry in church, never knowing why. Running her hands across the prickly hair of his head, Simone pulled Moses in to take comfort in the warmth of his mouth. His tongue tasted of black liquorice and of her. She kissed him hungrily, desperately, like she could consume his spiritual knowledge this way.

Simone expected him to push her away, ask her to stop, she was too emotional. He didn’t. No, Moses kissed her back, wrapping her body in his tremendous arms, leaning her down until her hair touched the pine needles. Hungry for love in any form, in all its forms, Simone pulled off her clinging top. Firelight kissed Moses’ skin, making him look like an angel in hell, while it warmed her naked breasts.

“I’m sure,” she said in anticipation of the question he was probably about to ask.

Her eager nipples piqued in expectation, pointing up to the greener than green treetops. The bristle of his hair excited Simone’s skin as Moses journeyed down to her breasts. There he worshipped, taking the luscious orbs in his hands as he pressed his beautiful face into them. Softly, he kissed the malleable flesh on either side of her cleavage, leaving wet lip marks in his wake. Slowly, he ran his hot tongue along the cleave, from the base of her round breasts up.

His soft mouth against her nipples sent a message, like an electrical current through her body. The feel of his wet tongue on the flesh of her breasts ignited her pussy, and that raindrop feeling came back to her abdomen. She was more than ready. She wanted this beautiful, sexy, tattooed man. So frickin’ badly.

“Grab the boat safety kit?” Simone requested.

Moses threw her an odd glance as he reached out for it. When he saw what she’d packed, he chuckled and clicked his teeth like she was a naughty puppy. “You planned this,” he accused, pulling a condom from the container.

Still sniffling, Simone replied with a laugh. “I only planned to have sex with you, not tell you my life story. Anyway, I told you I was feeling Canadian today.”

“Maybe we should wait ‘til we’re back in the canoe, then,” Moses suggested.

Simone giggled deep in her throat, pulling his bathing suit down with her toes. “Get these off!”

You can get your copy of Tangled Roots 50% off at ARe until August 9, 2012:


Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Because I'm Not at Media Outlet...

You may have noticed that I removed a page from this blog that was called "Advertise with D&D."  I did so because the moment I put that page up I was bombarded with press releases.  I'm an author with a blog, not a media outlet. Suddenly I found myself on every PR person's mailing list.  Hey, guess what?  If I didn't sign up for your mailing list, adding me is called SPAMMING me.  I'm not interested in being overwhelmed by pompous, self-entitled PR spam, so I took down the page that included my email address.

Ranty-rant-rant.  I know that in the greater scheme of things my problems are grains of sand at the bottom of an ocean of tears, but... there it is.

Have a great day, my friends!

Monday, July 23, 2012

I'm in the Mood for Christmas

I wanna write some Christmas stories.  I guess, after 6 or so years of writing professionally, I get the Christmas story itch around now.  Most Christmas calls for submission are due around August/September, so I end up spending summer thinking winter.  Which is kind of nice, because I'm not a fan of summer anyway.

So, as I go off to write a little Christmas ditty or two, here are a few of my Christmas titles you might like to peruse:

All the Way: MMF menage between husband, wife, and wife's high school boyfriend who is still a virgin after all these years. Nice little gift the couple gives him. heh http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=15&products_id=340

The Red Satin Collection: Available as a paperback or ebook, this is a sweet and sexy LGBT romance and family drama. *mwahahaha* What's Christmas without family drama, right? http://www.amazon.com/The-Satin-Collection-Giselle-Renarde/dp/1600546382/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1343060173&sr=1-1
You can also buy stories in the Red Satin series as individual ebooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=series&qString=Red+Satin

Naughty: Full to Bursting: A Torquere lesbian holiday Sip PACKED with strap-ons, vibes, double penetration... everything a girl could ask for! Oh, and there's also all that drama about dating a woman who isn't out with her kids yet... http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=79_108&products_id=3475

A Mistress' Christmas: "Mistress" in this context refers to a young woman involved with an older married man. Actually, he's her university professor. It's about the difficulties of buying a gift for someone who's married. If you've been there, you know. You can buy him stuff, but where's he going to put it? And what's he going to tell his wife? http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-amistress039christmas-391163-144.html

My story "Mutual Drive" in Evernight Publishing's "Virgins Behaving Badly" anthology takes place over Christmas holidays. It's about a young dude and a woman who's middle aged and maybe set in her ways a little bit, but who can't resist the boy housesitting next door.  It helps that she's got a clear view into his bedroom! Actually, this one's really sweet and romantic. http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-virginsbehavingbadly-759902-146.html

Hmm... that's all I could find. I better write some more Christmas stories. Like...right now. So...bye!



Saturday, July 21, 2012

SEXcerpt from Wedding Heat: If the Shoes Fit

Ah, transgender fiction is close to my heart.  Ah, this character Farrah is close to my heart. Ah, this foot fetish story is close to my heart!

Farrah fell in love with Lane a long time ago. He was a family friend, a little older. She was a teenager—and a boy, back then. When she confessed her love to Lane, he disappeared from the family’s life.

Since those days of teenaged angst, Farrah has come to identify as a woman. Her transition is well underway when she arrives at her niece Maggie’s wedding weekend. Though the family’s all there, the last person Farrah expects to see is Lane—a little older, more dashing than ever.

The love she felt for him in her youth surges to the fore, and she knows this is the man she’ll build a life with. But will Lane’s secrets drive Farrah away for good?

WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language, shoe fetish, and orgasmic toe-sucking


Raising one foot off the floor, she set it in his lap so the substantial heel pressed into his thigh, causing a little indent.  “Explain it to me, Lane.  What do you love about shoes?”

“It’s not just the shoes, strictly speaking.”  He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the arch of her leg.  “It’s the foot in the shoe, and the ankle, and the calf.  It’s the rub of bare skin, bare flesh, against the inside of the thing, or else the silky sheen of hosiery.  It’s a complicated brew.”

“Sounds like it,” Farrah said with a smirk.  She probably didn’t need to push her dress down so he couldn’t see up the skirt, but she did anyway, just in case.  It’s not like he’d see anything even if he did look, but that almost wasn’t the point.  She wasn’t really sure what the point was.

“May I?” he asked, both hands hovering around her ankle like he was about to throttle it.

She said yes, even though she wasn’t quite sure what she was saying yes to.  This was Lane.  It didn’t matter.  She’d do anything for him.

“God.”  Lane moaned as he circled his fingers around her ankle, feeling up and down her calf like he was pumping a giant cock.  “Oh Farrah, you have beautiful legs.”

“Thank you, Lane.”  She wondered if he was thinking about what her beautiful legs had looked like when she was young, when she was a boy.  They’d been hairier then, of course, but now she had them waxed.  Hurt like hell, but this damn body came with too much to shave.

“Can I take off your shoe?” he asked.

She shrugged.  “Sure, I guess.”

“Can I smell it?”

Mmmmm....feet. I loves me some feet. Can you tell?

eXcessica: http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=25&products_id=571
All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-weddingheatiftheshoesfit-862328-149.html
BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/wedding-heat-if-the-shoes-fit
Rainbow Ebooks: http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=7807


Amazon UK

Barnes & Noble

Friday, July 20, 2012

SEXcerpt from Wedding Heat 5: MILF of the Groom

I wanted to write an older woman who shared many concerns about her body that real-world women have.  Everybody thinks Ellora's gorgeous, and okay she's ready to agree she's not bad looking, but years after her husband's death she has fears about getting sexual with a new man.

Okay, let's put it all on the table: sometimes when she sneezes or laughs a little too hard... well, you know, there might be a little leakage.  Oh god, what if that happened when she was with a man?  Especially a young man like her son's business partner Russ...

The family’s been spreading vile rumours about Ellora, mother of the groom.

When Ellora overhears these rumours repeated during Friday night cocktails in honour of her son’s wedding, she flees the Boathouse bar in tears. Luckily, there’s a young man outside with shoulders huge enough to cry on all night long.

Her son’s business partner Russ is more than just a hulking body—he’s the strong and sensitive type. Just what Ellora needs right now. And, though her looks have earned her the title “MILF of the groom,” Russ is the only man who makes her tremble.

But will Ellora’s fears about sharing her aging body with a younger man prevent their desires from blossoming?

: This title contains graphic language and explicit sex between an older woman and a younger man.


Every time Russ squeezed Ellora’s breasts, she watched the muscles in his arms and back tense, then release.  His body was a godly machine, and she couldn’t get enough.  When he pinched her nipples, streams of energy shot to her clit, pushing her ever closer to that high-fenced border, the one she hadn’t dared to cross in so long.

The ache in her core grew hotter with every lick, and when he sucked her clit into his sizzling mouth, she was sure she couldn’t keep quiet.  It felt so good, oh so wonderfully amazingly good.  How could she hold back?

Ellora tried to pull away, to squirm from her impending orgasm, but Russ released her breasts and wrapped his arms firmly around her waist.  He went at her like crazy, sucking her clit and shaking his head side to side.  His saliva pooled in her pussy, making her so wet the juice actually slid down her crack to coat the fine leather under her bum.

Everything was slippery now, and she bucked against his face, holding his head and riding his tongue.  “Oh Russ!”

He made a noise like an animal, a growling sort of moan, and pressed his meaty tongue flat against her pussy.  She writhed on it, circling her hips while he pinched her tits.  Oh, his fingertips were so scorching hot every press of them against her tender nipples brought shuddering shocks straight down to her cunt.

“Yes!”  She held his head, wrapping her legs around his massive back.  “Yes, Russ, oh God yes!”

Her heels clacked together when she tried to cross her ankles, so she pushed them under the waistband of his khakis.  When he licked, she kicked, driving her heels into his muscular ass cheeks, making him wince and growl and tear at her pussy lips with his teeth.

“Oh yes,” she cried, kicking him, making him hiss.  “Yes, Russ, don’t stop!”

He worked her clit with his mouth, drawing out that heavy buzzing orgasm sitting like a weight at the base of Ellora’s pelvis.  She felt it twinging, like an itch that could only be scratched by a man’s hot tongue.  The more he licked, the heavier it became, until she felt she could no longer support it.

The pressure built, higher and higher, moving in her belly, shifting toward her clit.  Grinding against his stalwart face, she brought herself closer, so close, almost there…

And then, “Oh, stop!”

MILF of the Groom is currently available from:
eXessica: http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=42&products_id=563
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Wedding-Heat-MILF-Groom-ebook/dp/B008DQLRNW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1340417723&sr=8-1&keywords=wedding+heat%3A+milf+of+the+groom
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Wedding-Heat-MILF-Groom-ebook/dp/B008DQLRNW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1340445518&sr=8-1
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wedding-heat-giselle-renarde/1111751685?ean=2940014585835
BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/wedding-heat-milf-of-the-groom-mf
All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-weddingheatmilfofthegroom-846957-149.html
Coming Soon to more vendors!
For more news about the Wedding Heat series and special offers, visit http://weddingheat.wordpress.com/

Thursday, July 19, 2012

SEXcerpt from Wedding Heat 4: Pretty Cousins

This is the ebook you can't find everywhere.  Because it involves two cousins engaging in hot lesbian sex (after finding out they're not actually blood relatives at all), it falls into that "pseudo-incest" category certain retailers now shy away from.

Alas and alack.

Vanessa’s had a crush on her cousin Maggie since before she knew what love was. They were inseparable growing up—that is, until Vanessa came out as lesbian.  That confession sparked a rift between the girls that stretched out more than ten years

Two days before Maggie’s wedding, she meets up with Vanessa for the first
time since they were teenagers and makes a confession of her own: Maggie’s mother was adopted by Vanessa’s grandparents.  They aren’t related, not by blood.  They aren’t really cousins at all.

Will Vanessa give in to her lust and try to seduce Maggie so close to the wedding?  Or will Maggie give Vanessa no choice?

WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language and explicit lesbian sex between non-blood-related cousins. 


“I love you, baby.”  Vanessa kissed Maggie’s cheek, kissed her ear and her hair.  “Oh god, your skin’s so sweet.”

“I dream about you,” Maggie admitted, arching against Vanessa’s thigh.  God, her pussy was wonderfully wet.  “I dream about you sucking my tits.”

Without a word, Vanessa shifted down Maggie’s body.  She still had hold of the girl’s wrists, and there was power in that connection.  When she wrapped her mouth around Maggie’s nipple, they both moaned.  Vanessa loved the feeling of a hard tit pressing against her tongue.  She loved licking and sucking, and it didn’t matter what.

“Oh my god, Mags.”  Vanessa shifted to the other tit.  “You have the best boobs ever.  They’re so fucking huge and soft and perfect.”

“Yeah, suck them Ness.  Make it hurt.”

Vanessa bit her cousin’s tits, just nipping at first, and then really going at them.  “I’d do anything for you, babe.”

“Come for me,” Maggie begged.  “Whatever it takes, I don’t care, I’ll do it.  Want me to eat your pussy?”

That word, pussy, on Maggie’s tongue made Vanessa surge with arousal, but as much as she loved giving head she really wasn’t big on getting it.

“I’ll do anything you want,” Maggie whispered, her voice a desperate appeal.  “Anything!” 

I think this one's my favourite of the series so far. :-)

Wedding Heat: Pretty Cousin is available from:
eXcessica: http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=17&products_id=562
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/wedding-heat-pretty-cousin-ff
Rainbow Ebooks: http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=7329

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Wedding-Heat-Pretty-Cousin-ebook/dp/B0089XE2Z4/ref=pd_rhf_ee_p_t_2
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Wedding-Heat-Pretty-Cousin-ebook/dp/B0089XE2Z4/ref=sr_1_6?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1339296303&sr=1-6
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wedding-heat-giselle-renarde/1111460030?ean=2940014761604

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/169891
For more information about the Wedding Heat series, keep an eye on this site: http://weddingheat.wordpress.com/

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

SEXcerpt from Wedding Heat 3: Skinny Dipping

Fun Fact: The success of Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping has inspired me to write more gay erotic romance... like my story "Gypsy Psychics Can't Be Wrong" which will be included in an upcoming anthology from Evernight Publishing. ("Lover Unexpected: Manlove Edition" is a friends-become-lovers antho coming out in early August. Stay Tuned!)

Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping Blurb

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!


He’d never touched another guy’s dick.  Sure he knew what to do with his own, but would that be good enough for Greg?  This guy was obviously experienced.

Grasping Greg’s shoulder, Joey searched underwater, splaying his hand against Greg’s belly and following it like a pathway.  Everything was smooth, so smooth, and he shuddered when softness met hardness.  With his fingertips, he played along the topside of Greg’s shaft, then traced his thumb around the super-soft skin of that bulbous cockhead.

“Oh fuck,” Greg gasped, shivering and shaking, bucking closer to Joey’s body.  “Fuck, that’s good.  Yeah, wrap your hand around it.”

Greg tightened his grip on Joey’s cock to get the message across, and Joey heard it loud and clear.  He closed his hand around Greg’s cock the way he would if he were jerking off, holding that hard shaft at the base and pulling on it so the skin covered Greg’s cockhead.

There was something wonderfully familiar about touching another guy’s dick.  It was almost like touching his own, but not the same.  Familiar, but strange, exciting, and it gave him a sense of accomplishment.  Joey’s heart raced, pounding in his ears like the water lapping against his chest.  He pulled on Greg’s cock hard and fast—maybe too hard, maybe too fast.

“I’m gonna fucking come,” Greg said, his voice a whispered whine.

“What, already?”

But it seemed like Greg couldn’t hear him.  “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Greg’s eyes pinched closed.  “I’m gonna come so fucking hard all over your fucking hand.”

The very idea of Greg spurting jizz all over him made Joey’s cock surge against Greg’s fist.  He could feel himself approaching that itch, that edge, but every time he got close he seemed to back off, and he realized it was the alcohol’s fault.  He’d drunk a hell of a lot more than Greg had.

“Yeah, fuck me,” Greg whimpered, his voice small, almost inaudible.  His fist wouldn’t quit, shuttling wildly up and down Joey’s shaft as Joey returned the favour, pushing and pulling at record speed.  All the while, Greg repeated, “Yeah fuck me, yeah fuck me, yeah fuck me…”

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

eXcessica: http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=13&products_id=553
All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-weddingheatskinnydippingmm-796392-145.html
Rainbow ebooks: http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=7188
BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/wedding-heat-skinny-dipping-mm
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/165507

Amazon.com:  http://www.amazon.com/Wedding-Heat-Skinny-Dipping-ebook/dp/B00865HCB6/ref=sr_1_1?_encoding=UTF8&s=books&qid=1337999029&sr=1-1&al_rs=#al_rp
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wedding-heat-giselle-renarde/1110452499?ean=2940014351041
…and many other retailers.

And visit the Wedding Heat website for updates, previews, special offers, and more!

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

SEXcerpt from Wedding Heat 2: Two in the Hand

Did you know that every story in "season one" of the Wedding Heat series (ie. the first 6 ebooks) takes place on Friday night?  Maggie and Ed's wedding weekend is a 3-day affair. First season's Friday, Second is Saturday, Third is Sunday.

Now you know!

Today we've got a hot excerpt from the second ebook, Wedding Heat: Two in the Hand.

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.


“Oh god, you’re killing me,” Brian said in the most tortured voice Irene had ever heard from him.  “I gotta see you both naked.”

That word, both, made Irene’s heart race.  Alone she was invisible, but paired with Denitsa she was desirable.  For now, that was good enough.

“Undress me, sweet thing.”  Denitsa arched away from Irene and stood beside the bed.  She was still wearing dangerously high heels, which made the already tall woman look like a giant.  “Come, my darling.  Take off my dress.”

“I’ll do it,” Brian offered, bouncing off his bed.

Denitsa pushed his shoulder with just the tips of her fingers and he stumbled backward onto the mattress.  “The lady in red will do it.”

Irene felt a blush coming on, which was pretty amazing considering how hot she was already.  Sliding off the bed, she stood on wobbly knees, feeling all the crinolines in her Minnie Mouse dress.  She sensed Brian’s eyes burning a hole in her arms as she reached up for the straps of Denitsa’s dress and then pulled them down over those golden shoulders.

“Wow.”  Irene watched breathlessly as the V-neck of Denitsa’s dress tumbled down her breasts, hanging for a moment on her pursed nipples before slipping to settle against her wide hips.

“Holy Mother.”  Brian sounded choked, throttled even.  “I’m gonna jizz my pants.”

But Brian’s voice was just background noise.  Irene couldn’t steal her gaze away from those golden breasts with their dark pinky-brown nipples.  She heard their call, and she answered with her mouth.

In flats, Irene was pretty much at eye level with Denitsa’s big bare breasts.  She tilted her head just a bit, just so Brian could get a better look as she opened her mouth for Denitsa’s nipple.

“Oh, my sweet little angel!”  Denitsa hissed when Irene sucked her tit, wrapping both hands tentatively around her hips.  Denitsa’s skin was sweet, hot, and soft, an erotic contrast to the erect nipple pressing into Irene’s tongue.  “Wonderful, darling.  You are so beautiful and so wonderful.”

Irene’s heart thumped wildly at the compliments.  When she pulled away to say thank you, she saw that her lipstick had left a red ring around Denitsa’s nipple.  The sight made her knees weak.  It was like a temporary tattoo that she’d placed on the other woman’s skin.  For some strange reason, it made her feel like she could do anything.

“Are you jealous of the lady in red?” Denitsa asked with a swift nod in Brian’s direction.  “You want to suck my tits too?”

Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush is available from: 

eXcessica: http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=26&products_id=552
BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/wedding-heat-two-in-the-bush
All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-weddingheattwointhebush-790176-146.html

Monday, July 16, 2012

SEXcerpt from Wedding Heat 1: One in the Hand

I'm in cottage country this week (do people outside of Ontario use that term?), so I've scheduled posts to go up every day.  And what are these posts about?

Wedding Heat!

New installments in the Wedding Heat series are currently in production, but while we're on hiatus (I always said I started writing Wedding Heat because there was nothing good on TV), enjoy a new excerpt from existing ebooks every day!

Today, a new excerpt from Wedding Heat: One in the Hand.

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

In One in the Hand, the first book of Giselle Renarde’s Wedding Heat series, the bride’s aunt Cora and uncle Dan are en route to Maggie and Ed’s weekend-long wedding retreat at a luxury resort.  When Cora tries to get handsy with her hubby in the car and Dan rejects her advances, will it ruin the weekend for Cora?  Or does Dan have a naughty surprise up his sleeve?

WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language and explicit sex–inside, outside, and on the hood of a car.  

Cora looked up at her husband, though the angle was awkward.  The dark lust in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.  It was time.

Bowing into his lap, Cora slipped Dan’s tip fully between her lips, closing her mouth around it and sucking, suckling.  Not too hard, not yet.  She stroked his shaft in tempo, bringing that wonderfully soft skin toward her lips before pulling it back down, pushing and pulling like waves shifting sand on a beach.

“Oh Cor, swallow it.”  Dan flicked her hair away from her face, and that told her he was watching her every move.  And that turned her on beyond belief.  “Move your hands away and just deepthroat it.”

She did as he asked, holding loosely to the base of his cock with one hand and his balls with the other.  That made him gasp.  Maybe he would come soon, though she didn’t want him to, not yet.

After rubbing the tip at the back of her throat, she was ready for anything.  Cora devoured Dan’s cock.  One move.  She just lunged down on the thing, letting it strike the back of her throat where it usually would have made her gag.  It didn’t.  Not this time.  She closed her whole mouth around his length and wetted his hot flesh while she sucked.  She’d never been this wildly turned on while sucking cock.  But, then, when was the last time she’d sucked cock in the front seat of a car?

Suddenly it occurred to Cora that they were in public and quite visible to anyone who might pull into this lot.  She sucked Dan’s dick a little slower, listening intently for other engines, other tires.  Nothing.  Nothing but chirping birds and squirrels calling each other in the trees.

She built up her pace, bobbing in his lap, less and less concerned about where they were.  She just wanted to get him off now.  She wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft and squeezed his balls with the other.  When he gripped the back of the seat, he shook the whole bench and Cora was thrilled.  Between her legs, she felt more wetness building up than she’d managed in ages.  She was turned on sucking cock, and that made her work even harder, stroke him faster, suck like crazy.

“Oh Cor, I gotta fuck you.”  Dan pulled her head from his lap, and her brain seemed to swim inside her skull.

The world looked a little darker than it had before, but that made sense.  The sun was going down.  Going down fast.

Want it?  Wedding Heat: One in the Hand is available all over the damn place, including:

eXcessica: http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=7&products_id=551

BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/wedding-heat-one-in-the-hand

All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-weddingheatoneinthehand-785976-149.html

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/156192

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Wedding-Heat-One-Hand-ebook/dp/B007Y2VGEQ/ref=sr_1_1?_encoding=UTF8&s=books&qid=1335579918&sr=1-1&al_rs=#al_rp

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wedding-heat-giselle-renarde/1110452499?ean=2940014556989

Wedding Heat also has its own devoted website:

Sunday, July 15, 2012

#SixSunday Friday Night Lipstick

Happy Sunday!  I'm on vacation this week, so here's hoping this scheduled post actually pops up.

Today I'm singing the praises of my newest release, a trans lesbian erotic romance called Friday Night Lipstick.  Oh my gosh, it's so sweeeeeeet.  I almost want to call it a sweet romance, except that it's full of sex. LOL

Friday Night Lipstick is a "friends become lovers" story about Bernice and Layla.  Oh, there are complications for sure, but let's forget about them for a moment and just enjoy their first kiss:

She’d hoped for this kiss, dreamed of it, and now it was really happening. Her unnamed wants all sprung to the surface, though she’d cast them aside in her hopeless hours. Now, in the passion and tenderness of this kiss, Bernice saw her future. Eternity was here, and it was beautiful.

They stumbled to the sofa, peeling the straps from Layla’s shoulders, letting her skimpy dress fall to her waist. Bernice slid down her beautiful body, and latched her mouth to one of those beckoning nipples without waiting, without asking permission.

Get it from:

Available at many other etailers too!

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Call for VAGINAS

I came across this project via @jizlee on Twitter and it's given me a reason to pick up a paintbrush after maybe 2 years of paintbrush silence.  "The Vagina Project" is a call for artistic renderings of vaginas with a message.

This is coming at you from JRow Art:

I am seeking submissions from artists and non-artists (but isn’t everyone an artist?) to post on this website to create a gallery of vagina art with a message. What does your vagina have to say??! I’m sure there’s tons. The world should know!
Deadline: August 15th, 2012
Cost: FREE
What: painting, sculpture, ceramics, drawing,  music, video/new media, fabric art, finger painted art, doodle art — any kind of art that you can think of. Try not to get too self-conscious about your work if you are not used to making art. This isn’t a competition :)
Submissions:Email me your submissions at jrowartist@gmail.com. Please include:
1. Quality photo of your image
2. Please be clear about the message and type the caption of the image into the body of the email (re: the theme – What does your vagina have to say?). If there is no caption, please provide a clear and brief statement about the piece.
3. Your name or pseudonym
4. Year the piece was created
5. Medium (for mixed media, please be as detailed as possible)
6. Anything you would like the world to know about you and your piece, including email, website, location, etc.
Please share widely! The more submissions the merrier.

For more informations, go here: http://jrowart.com/2012/07/08/vagina-project/

Friday, July 13, 2012

New Release! Friday Night Lipstick

I've written a great many lesbian erotic romance stories in which one of the pairing was transgender.  Friday Night Lipstick is actually the first trans lesbian romance I've written in which both women are trans.

I think of Friday Night Lipstick as a sweet romance, mostly because the ending makes me cry (happy tears!), but in fact it's full of sex. It's full of tentative friends-become-lovers first time sex.  And there's some wild stuff in there too.

Bernice and Layla have known each other 20 years before surrendering to their shared passion.

There are a lot of little things that set this story apart from some of my others, though I'd say it's a good fit within my body of work.  Bernice and Layla are a little older than your average romance characters.  That was important to me, because I hate to see the rich romance of later-in-life overlooked in favour of eternal youth.

Also, the character Layla is a swinging single, very sexual, flaunting herself and loving the attention she gets for it.  She's larger than life, and I don't usually write trans characters who are like that--mostly because enough people don't know the difference between a trans woman and a drag queen, and I've always wanted my work to communicate the truths of trans women in my life (my girlfriend among them).

But there's nothing wrong with a big personality.  I didn't want my negligence to, in effect, demonize certain quality traits.  So along came Layla, who is sexy and sexual, and who is also a successful real estate agent and bakes her own cookies from scratch.  The woman she's in love with, Bernice, is quiet, reserved, humble, doesn't like to make waves.  They're a beautiful pairing.

Anyhoo, enough of my introductory chatter.  Here's the blurb and an excerpt from Friday Night Lipstick, my newest trans lesbian erotic romance:

When Layla and Bernice first met, they’d never heard the word “transgender.” Back then, they thought of themselves as cross-dressers and frequented the gay clubs together. Twenty years later, Layla is a glamorous and successful real estate agent living as a woman full-time. Repressed Bernice is still married to a Rosanna, who won’t let go of the husband Bernice used to be, but she spends her lonely nights dreaming of a life with lovely Layla. While Bernice is trapped in a hopeless relationship, Layla seems perfectly content hopping from bed to bed. On Friday night, when their facades break down, will these long-time friends finally admit their love for one another? And even if they do, how will married Bernice and swinging single Layla build a future together?


There was nothing to say.

There was only the kiss.

For the first time in their twenty-year friendship, Bernice pressed her lips against Layla’s. Always the intrepid, Layla went one step further, parting Bernice’s teeth with a powerful tongue. Beyond its sheer strength, that tongue was warm and wet and soft as velvet.

Layla’s kisses matched the vivacity of her character, but there was a delicacy Bernice hadn’t anticipated. Had she anticipated ever kissing Layla at all? She’d like to say no, but she’d be lying. She’d hoped for this kiss, dreamed of it, and now it was really happening. Her unnamed wants all sprung to the surface, though she’d cast them aside in her hopeless hours. Now, in the passion and tenderness of this kiss, Bernice saw her future. Eternity was here, and it was beautiful.

They stumbled to the sofa, peeling the straps from Layla’s shoulders, letting her skimpy dress fall to her waist. Bernice slid down her beautiful body, and latched her mouth to one of those beckoning nipples without waiting, without asking permission.

Layla gasped when Bernice sucked, pressing both tits together just like she’d wanted to do so many nights alone in bed, dreaming of the woman she loved. She loved. She switched nipples and Layla writhed against her, moaning, “Yes Bebe, yes doll.”

Bernice pressed her face against those beautiful breasts, so much softer than she’d imagined. She couldn’t control herself, running her tongue nipple to nipple, licking, sucking, biting, making Layla squeal.

When Layla hiked up her skirt and hooked her thumbs around her black gaff, Bernice’s breath caught in her lungs. She backed off Layla’s breasts to give the woman room to wriggle out of her tight-fitting undergarments, her heart hammering as they slid down Layla’s thighs.

“What’s wrong, doll?” Layla’s copper dress covered her crotch as she kicked off her underwear. Bernice looked into her eyes and found them full of concern. “If it’s too fast, or if you don’t want to…”

“No.” At her age, Bernice felt embarrassed admitting to her inexperience. “I’m nervous, if you can believe it. I’ve just… I’ve never done this before.”

With a loving chuckle, Layla leaned forward to plant a kiss on Bernice’s cheek. “You sound like a teenager.”

“I know.” Bernice smirked. “I guess that makes you a cradle-robber.”

Layla rolled her eyes.


“Hardly.” Laughing, she said, “You’re older than I am.”

“Don’t remind me.” Bernice gazed into the valley of Layla’s thighs, and the darkness beyond. God, why was she so afraid? Maybe because Layla had been with so many men, women, people, who probably had university degrees in cocksucking, and what did Bernice know?

But Layla hadn’t loved those other people. And she loved Bernice. That was the difference.

There was nothing to be afraid of.

This might just be the most romantic story I've ever written. I hope people buy it! (trans lesbian erotic romance isn't exactly a hot seller LOL)

Get it from:

The publisher (loveyoudivine): http://www.loveyoudivine.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=66&products_id=1010

All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-fridaynightlipstick-870985-146.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Friday-Night-Lipstick-ebook/dp/B008KNI80S/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1342192939&sr=1-1&keywords=friday+night+lipstick

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Friday-Night-Lipstick-ebook/dp/B008KNI80S/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1342192986&sr=8-1

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/friday-night-lipstick-giselle-renarde/1112079015?ean=2940014580748

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

50% Off "A Little Burlesque" (lesbian historical erotica)

For a limited time only, you can get "A Little Burlesque" at half price from All Romance ebooks:

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.

Originally published as ‘The Little Burlesque House by the Sea.’

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.”

A Little Burlesque is 50% off at ARe until July 24th: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-alittleburlesque-753100-162.html 

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Promo Op for Authors from D Renee Bagby

This is coming at 'ya from a yahoo group, so hopefully the link works and all that:

It's that time of month again. My newsletter goes out on the 15th of the
month and I would love to include info from other authors, whether it be
new release(s) info or contest info.

FAQ for Contests:
- Contest has to have an end date AFTER 15 July
- Contest has to be for READERS
- Contest has to have a link to an info page
- Deadline 13 July

FAQ for New Releases
- One more time JULY ONLY
- Title needs to have a cover AND a buy link/pre-order link
- Deadline 13 July

To make life easier for everyone, I created two forms -- one for contests
and one for new releases -- for authors to fill out. Do not email me the
http://dreneebagby. blogspot. com/p/newsletter -promo-for- authors.html

While the forms never close, anything submitted after the 13th for July
will not be included. Any title that is not a July release will not be
included. If you want to see how your info will be presented, join my
Monthly Newsletter before the 15th. The form for my newsletter is on my
blog where the above link will direct you.

*Permission to forward granted*

D. Reneé Bagby
Building New Realms of Passion...
http://about. me/dreneebagby