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:

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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.


Thanks,
Michelle

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!
Giselle

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?

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


EXCERPT:


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!”


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!


EXCERPT:


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…”

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

SEXcerpt from Wedding Heat 2: Two in the Bush

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 Bush.

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! 

EXCERPT:   

“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?”

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Two in the Bush
Wedding Heat, Book 2


Buy Now from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09X6H47HZ?tag=dondes-20
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1140800?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/two-in-the-bush-giselle-renarde/1141333617
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/two-in-the-bush-9

Universal Book Link: http://books2read.com/WeddingHeat2

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.


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/

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
- JULY ONLY
- 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
information.
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. ReneƩ Bagby
Building New Realms of Passion...
http://about. me/dreneebagby

Thursday, July 5, 2012

UK Trans Youth Film Project Seeking Participants

Saw this neat project posted on Original Plumbing's site:

Trans Youth Film Project - This summer - All UK travel paid

genderedintelligence:
Are you a young trans, gender queer person or questioning your gender identity?

Ever wanted to make a film in 3D?

Gendered Intelligence wants to raise the profile of the work that we do by creating a short film that can be platformed across a host of social networks. We want tooutline some of the issues that young trans people facetell the story of GI and the work that we’ve been doing, and add some humour in there too!

GI is collaborating with BoldFace productions to come together to make a film that is to be created by a group of young trans people. We are looking for 10 young trans people from across the UK (travel bursaries provided) to see the film through from a simple idea on a storyboard to finished piece.  The workshops will allow every participant to have a hands-on experience with filmmaking equipment. Throughout the production process young people will be able to inter-change their roles, ensuring that they get a fully-rounded experience as a crew-member.

BoldFace will facilitate the shoot but each participant will take responsibility for their individual role (sound, light, camera, director, health and safety, acting, script). Crew roles will rotate throughout the shoot. The production will be a fun, interactive process that encourages creativity, problem-solving and meeting deadlines. At the end of every session the group will meet for a review / debrief so that they can recognise their achievements and evaluate their work.

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO BE FILMED TO ATTEND THE PROJECT.
If you are interested in attending or have any questions, get in touch with us at admin@genderedintelligence.co.uk.
Click below for more information.
Please reblog and share widely.

BELOW ;-)

Monday, July 2, 2012

Pride and Self-Pity



Yesterday was Toronto's big-ass annual Pride Parade.  I was there.  I took some pictures.  They're even worse than last year's because I couldn't see anything that wasn't on a float (I am very short and easily lost in crowds) so I mainly just stuck my camera in the air, stood on my toes, and took pictures.

All in all, it was kind of a crappy day.  Yes the sun was shining, weather was perfect, crowds in good spirits, but I was alone. Boo!  Alone on Gay Christmas.  What a fucking rip-off.

And why was I alone?

Well, my girlfriend is very much in the closet.  Yup, there are still people in there.  A lot of them.  Les invisibles.  Toronto Pride happened to coincide with Canada Day, and family tradition dictates there's got to be a party.  So she couldn't say, "Will you excuse me for the afternoon while I celebrate Pride with my girlfriend?"  Could she?  Nope, she could not.
If I sound angsty and frustrated, it's probably because I feel angsty and frustrated.   I also feel like an asshole because instead of supporting the woman I love, I'm ranting about how her inactions cause me pain.  That's assholery at its finest.

I don't understand the closet because I come from a family where I was never afraid anyone would love me any less for being queer.  It never mattered.  It never made any difference.  I have aunts and uncles with way more gay and lesbian friends than I have!  My family isn't "accepting" or "tolerant"--they embrace diversity in all its forms.

I never had to deal with any subtle "god hates queers" insinuations, or criticisms of "the gay agenda."  I never for a moment thought I might lose my family's love if they knew the real me.  I never had to worry that a huge slice of my existence would be cut off, that I would be rejected.  But my girlfriend has those fears.  And even if none of those extreme measures would actually be taken, she's afraid of losing everything.

But she wouldn't lose me.  I would still be there.

And maybe that's why she's committed to staying in the closet: she knows I will adore her even when she chooses family and fear over girlfriend and Pride.  We had a big argument last night because she claimed I was trying to make her feel guilty (I probably was) and why did I even invite her to Pride when I knew she'd say no?  I was just playing games, trying to make her feel bad, trying to make a point, wasn't I? And on and on...

I invited her because it wasn't a decision I could make on her behalf.  She had to make that choice for herself.  And yeah, her choice hurt me and I probably lashed out a little and I definitely wasn't as supportive or understanding of her predicament as I could have been... but I'll do better next time.

Unless I react exactly the same way, which is what usually happens.  The lessons I learn writing blog posts don't always translate into real world changes.

Just one more thing to beat myself up about.

I always get choked up at Pride.  It's one thing to line the streets, but marching in protest or celebration or both... that takes guts.  Despite the primarily fun and frivolous atmosphere, I always cry on parade day.

Hugs,
Giselle