Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Homes Away from Donuts

I'm special-guesting at two different sites today.

Did somebody say threesome?
Well, I'm not exactly a "special" guest at Flirty Author Bitches.  I'm actually a regular contributor to that blog (every 4th Tuesday, yo!).  Also, my post there today is totally ripped off from Donuts & Desires, but, hey, maybe you haven't read it: http://flirtyauthorbitches.com/2013/02/im-not-going-to-ask-who-wore-it-best/

The second guest appearance is the one I'm REALLY excited about.  It's an interview that features the sexy-assest Snape fan art I've ever seen. Visit for the sexy Snape, stay for the stuff about me: http://sexyreads.co.uk/interviews/what-is-sexy-to-giselle-renarde

That's all for now.
Happy Tuesday!

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Boob Cupcakes

I thought I was pretty clever when I made these boob cupcakes for my sweetheart. No special occasion.  I just baked to say, "I love you."  They sure put a smile on her face. #totallyworthit

Is it cold in here?

Coffee, tea, or boobs?

Saturday, February 23, 2013

The Kink in Kinksters: Five Body Blade

Since its initial publication, the story of sword collector Miki's aspiration to fuck five men at once has been... well, a bit of a dark horse.  Now that it's been included in my new group sex anthology, Kinksters, I'm hoping it'll come into its own.

Five Body Blade has a definite focus on money, but (unlike all the billionaire books on the market today) it's the heroine who's got fistfuls of cash.  Five Body Blade begins with Miki purchasing the sword of her dreams at auction, then buying her toy boy Theo a fine meal.  She's got money to spare, and she kind of can't see beyond it.  Money solves all the world's problems.  In fact, when Theo is upset by the fact that she wants to pay five college boys (including Theo) to enact her fantasy of getting gang-banged in a sex swing, she can't fathom why he'd feel hurt.  After all, she's paying him so much money to do it!

Miki is a really awkward character.  She wants to be liked by this group of young black men, but she commands such high respect that her "five bodies" don't know quite how to interact with her.  They are split along gender lines (Miki is a woman, they are men), racial lines (Miki is Asian, they are black), economic lines (Miki is a billionaire, they are students), age lines (Miki is older, they are younger) to the point where all these guys can see is difference.  Miki, on the other hand, views people more as assets than individuals.  Sometimes you really want to smack her.  She knows what she wants and she gets it, but at what cost?

Excerpt from Five Body Blade:

“All right then, boys,” Miki called to the line-up.  “I hope you’re all good and hard because I’m choosing based on size and shape.  Jacquan!  You wanted to be in my ass?”
“Hell, yeah!” he cheered.
“And so you shall.  You’ve got the smallest cock of the bunch—perfect for rear entry.”
“Oh!” the guys teased.  “You’ve been told, man!”
“Darien,” she continued, taking his meat in her hand.  He breathed hard as she rubbed it.  “I like this curve; it reminds me of my sword.  And you’re wonderfully large.  I want this in my pussy.”
Lewis patted him on the back. “You’re good for something after all!”
“That leaves you and Ajay at my sides,” Miki said to Lewis. 
Their faces fell simultaneously. 
“Don’t be downhearted,” she said.  “You have perfect cocks for the task: they’re both long and straight, so when you come it will be on me and not my antiques.  At any rate, I give a decent enough hand job.”
“Good to hear,” Ajay said with a smile.
Rushing over to the low table, Jaquan looked up at Darien with alarm.  “Shit, man, I just realized your balls are going to be touching my balls!”
“Get a grip,” Lewis said.  “I’ve seen you two touch each others’ balls a hundred times.”
“Yeah, just like you’ve been sucking Ajay’s cock in the shower,” Darien shot back.  “We all know about you two.”
“Hey.” Ajay gave Darien a playful slap on the ass.  “How’d I get caught up in this?  I’m just standing here minding my own business.”
“All right, now,” Miki gently intervened.  Untying her halter dress, she let the loose fabric fall to the floor.  She was naked but for her stiletto heels, her body slim and pale but for the neat triangle of black hair.  Her breasts were small but proportional, with nipples so hard they could take someone’s eyes out.  It would take two Mikis to fill out one of Darien’s T-shirts.  Would she like him better than boring, lanky Theo?
“Let’s all get into position,” she commanded with feather-lightness.  “Darien, I want your thighs on top of Jaquan’s.  That’ll put you higher up.  I can take far more cock in my pussy than in my ass.  Sorry, Jacquan.”


So that's a taste of Miki.  She's trying.

You can read Five Body Blade today as an ebook, or by picking up your very own copy of Kinksters.

If you like threesomes and group sex, and you like BDSM and fetish erotica, Kinksters is for you (and even though the sticker price is higher, it'll save you money in the long run!)

Get Kinksters today from retailers like Amazon.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

I'm Not Going To Ask Who Wore It Best


I'd seen the cover of Xcite's "Pleasure Me" anthology a dozen times online before my physical contributor's copy arrived in the mail.  When I opened the envelope, I took one look at it and said, "Hey, wait a minute... I've seen this before."

So I went to my bookshelf and pulled out a copy of my novel "Anonymous" and, sure enough...

Am I right?  It's the same image!  Great minds, eh?

I won't ask who wore it best because I find those features awfully critical.  I'm partial to my novel because, well, it's allll miiiine, and it's been on the market since 2011 so I'm used to seeing it.

That said, "Anonymous" is an MMF menage novel and the cover doesn't exactly shout that fact...

Mind you, my story in "Pleasure Me" features two lesbian hotel workers watching a guest fuck a canteloupe...

Hmm... I forget where I was going with this... and I just remembered there's a canteloupe in my fridge.  Now I'm all confuzzled.

I'm going to cut myself off right about now, and say that you can get "Anonymous" at a discounted price if you buy it directly from the publisher, Amber Heat.  Just sayin'... http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/724-Anonymous.aspx

"Pleasure Me" is an Xcite anthology and you can scoop up a copy from Amazon:

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Stranded With The Professor

It's winter, so everybody wants to see characters get snowed in.  Good thing there's a new anthology from Ravenous Romance called (you guessed it) Snowed In!  It featured erotic romance stories wherein everybody's getting (that's right) snowed in--inside, outside, outside-down.

Mine takes place in a car, when a blizzard makes the highway impassable.  It's a gay first-time story--those are always popular, in my experience.  (Okay, all I really have to go on is "Skinny Dipping" from my Wedding Heat series. That's a gay first-time story and it sells like a mofo: http://weddingheat.wordpress.com/2012/07/26/sexcerpt-from-wedding-heat-3-skinny-dipping/ )

In "Stranded with the Professor," a college student and a stodgy professor get stuck.  The young guy tries to engage the professor, but the older dude is coming off a bad breakup and doesn't have much to say.  But, hey, sometimes actions speak louder than words... especially when you're keeping warm under a fresh pile of laundry.

Here's an excerpt from my story, "Stranded with the Professor":

Completely naked, Jacob buried himself in laundry, which was, amazingly, still warm from the dryer.  Max was somewhere behind him, but not touching.  The professor stretched a sheet and then a blanket over their bodies and the laundry pile, and Jacob felt the warmth trapped next to his skin, even as the coldness of night encroached through the windows.
“Closer,” Jacob said.
For the longest moment in the history of everything, Max didn’t move. 
And then he did.
“You won’t tell your parents…?”
Jacob smiled.  “I won’t tell them if you don’t tell them.  Whatever happens.”
Max drew closer.  His body heat met Jacob’s back, and then his skin did.  Chest to back, arms circling around, hard cock lodged between two very receptive ass cheeks.  Yes, thank you! Jacob couldn’t get over the mass of that erection, or the heat coming off of it.  The professor’s arousal encouraged his cock to grow big and thick.  God, he ached to touch it, but he was frozen in place. Couldn’t move a muscle.
“If I’ve been rude to you, I apologize.”  Max hugged Jacob hard, then planted a hot kiss at the crook of his neck.  That mustache tickled, but Jacob didn’t laugh.  “I’m not type to talk about my emotions, but I appreciate your compassion—more than you’ll ever know.”
Jacob warmed from the inside out.  “You can do anything you want to me.  I mean it.  Anything.”
A grizzly growl emerged from deep in Max’s throat.  He sieged Jacob’s neck with kisses, sweeping his mustache up its length and then down Jacob’s shoulder.  Was this really happening?  Jacob was about to lose his gay cherry to a professor from his very own school?  Never in a million years did he imagine this happening.
A hot hand met Jacob’s dick, and he gasped.  He seriously couldn’t believe how good this felt.  Nothing like touching himself.  Nothing like the rare occasions on which he’d been able to convince a girl to touch it.  Max’s hand was practised and sure.  It wrapped around Jacob’s erection like a serpent, then tightened, tightened, then stroked.  God, if he wasn’t careful he’d come before anything really happened.
“Feels good,” Jacob said, his throat clicking between the words.  “So good.”
Max didn’t say anything, but his staggered breath on Jacob’s shoulder said more than words ever could.  Jacob wondered if he should reach back and paw at the professor, but he felt nervous about that idea.  He didn’t know what he was doing, so he just let Max do all the heavy lifting.
The professor’s hand streaked up and down Jacob’s erection, and the rampant friction warmed his thighs and his belly.  If the plan was to generate heat, it was sure as hell working!

If you want to pick up a copy of Snowed In, it's available from Ravenous Romance: http://www.ravenousromance.com/anthologies/snowed-in.php

I didn't find it on Amazon, but I assume it's coming.
Happy Winter!

Monday, February 18, 2013

Kinksters: 10 stories of wild group sex, bisexual fun and kinky pleasures

~Update: KINKSTERS is currently in its second edition, with even more great stories! http://www.amazon.com/KINKSTERS-Stories-Group-Bisexual-Pleasures/dp/1495460258

For a couple years now, I've been toying with the idea of putting together a single-author anthology of kinky menage stories.  Finally, that idea has come to fruition, thanks to the lovely people at loveyoudivine Alterotica.  "Kinksters" is now available!

Kinksters: 10 stories of wild group sex, bisexual fun and kinky pleasures.

Kinky couples are great, but kinky groups are better!

In Giselle Renarde’s Kinksters anthology, a lesbian couple shares their anal fetish with a school friend, while a sword collector pays five young men to fulfill her sex-swing fantasy. A gorgeous restaurateur cheats with two men in one night. Three college kids take their tornado fetish on the road, and an Inuit woman faces the dreaded three-headed sea monster. There’s an all-girl waxing session, a vintage clothing enthusiast and her bisexual man candy, and a cougar with two male escorts who also happen to be angels. In Rainbow Night, three rich bitches trade husbands for an evening of cock-sucking, while a roomful of women squirt all over a tattooed beauty in Lesbukake.

Menage configurations include FFF, MMF, MFM, MFMFMF, MMFFM, MMFMMM, all-girl group sex, and more! Fetishes include voyeurism, anal, underwater sex, cheating, coercion, sex for money, waxing, age gap, lipstick, clothing, swapping, squirting, wife-watching, and tattoos!

Includes previously published titles Elementary, My Dear Kathryn, Five Body Blade, In the Eye, Beneath the Ice, and Waxing is for Pussies.

(btw, I did the math and if you were to buy those 5 ebooks individually, they'd cost you $10.99.  In Kinksters, you're getting the 5 stories mentioned about, 5 more kinky group sex stories, and the retail price of the ebook is only $8.99!)

Excerpt: From “Elementary, My Dear Kathryn”

Melanie’s pussy throbbed.

The juice of her arousal slicked the gusset of her panties. Her clit pounded so hard against the seam of her slacks she could have sworn she was growing a stiff cock in there. God, this was too much. Kathryn was getting all the attention tonight, and in a lot of ways, that was torture.

“My dear Kathryn, you have a beautiful asshole.” Pasha’s honey voice violated Melanie’s sensibilities, but she reminded herself jealousy wasn’t worth her time. “Roll onto your back, will you, so I can get a better view of your pussy?”

At first, Kathryn did nothing. When she did move, it was to gaze at Melanie, perched beside Pasha. Melanie knew that look. Kathryn was seeking permission. It was sort of sweet, actually. With an instant smile, Melanie nodded. Only then did Kathryn ease up on all fours like a dog with its tail between its legs, settling cautiously in front of Pasha.

Melanie couldn’t stop eyeing Kathryn’s tits. Those little nipples played hide-and-seek as she breathed, rising just above the top of her exposed bra before ducking inside the cups. When Pasha urged her to raise her hips, her breasts swelled out and, God, did Melanie ever want to suck those little nipples.

“Not yet,” Pasha instructed, always the mind-reader. “I want you to watch what I do to our dear Kathryn. You will learn, my girl.”

My girrel.

Melanie nodded, even though Pasha’s gaze was focused squarely on Kathryn’s cunt. She pierced that begging slit—three fat fingers all in one go—and Kathryn bucked her hips even higher, squealing. Melanie could only imagine the intense sensation…and, God, did she imagine!

“You see what I do?” Pasha asked as she pulled her fingers from between Kathryn’s swollen lips.

Melanie felt like the host of a talk show, watching her celebrity chef guest prepare a delicacy. She kept thinking, ‘I know how to do this! I’m not stupid!’ and then forcing humility upon herself. Nobody was so clever they couldn’t learn something new. She watched as Pasha spread glistening juice all over Kathryn’s ass crack. It was beautiful, the way Kathryn moaned and writhed on the bed while Pasha rubbed there.

“A clean asshole is a wonderful thing,” Pasha said as she poked a fingertip inside, turning it like a corkscrew. She didn’t wait long before pressing a second one in, turning her hand, spreading her fingers to pry open that tight hole. It really was an amazing thing to watch.

Pasha dug in deeper, forcing past the resistance. She was so wet, so damn wet that her raised cunt dripped juice down to ease Pasha’s way. When Pasha’s fingers were buried to the hilt inside Kathryn’s tight little hole, she turned her head and nodded. Melanie knew what that meant, and she hopped right up on the bed...


Kinksters is available from all the usual places, including Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Kinksters-Complete-Digital-Edition-ebook/dp/B00BFWXTKK/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1360908244&sr=8-4&keywords=kinksters

Barnes&Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kinksters-giselle-renarde/1114565486?ean=2940016369679

All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-kinksterscompletedigitaleditionmmffffmfm-1060314-146.html

Friday, February 15, 2013

Swept Away Blog Hop Stop: My Big Fat Fail of a Valentine's Day

Welcome to the Giselle Renarde stop on the Swept Away Valentine's Blog Hop!

Let's start with the good stuff: what you get.  I'm not giving a free ebook to one lucky reader, or even two or three.  Nope.  I'm giving a free ebook to EVERY visitor.

The easiest way to do this is make the book FREE at All Romance ebooks for the duration of the hop, so that's exactly what I've done.  If you hippity-hop over to ARe, you can pick up your free copy of my shapeshifter fairy tale (based on the Brothers Grimm story Allerleirauh), A Tale of Fur and Flesh: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ataleoffurandflesh-625148-142.html

Now on to the big fat fail portion of my post.

My Valentine's Day began to big-fat-fail LAST YEAR (it started early!), when I bought an opera subscription with my mother and let her pick the dates.  Sure enough, she got us tickets to Tristan und Isolde (a 5-hour opera, if you're not familiar with it) for Valentine's Day.

I have a sweetheart in my life, as many of you know. Sweet and I have been together nearly 5 years, and, fortunately, we're both pretty anti-V-Day.  The commercialism of Valentine's Day bugs the hell out of her, even more than it bothers me--and I didn't think that was possible.  So we never celebrate by going out or buying each other gifts.

But I figured, since I was meeting my mother downtown, I would buy a cupcake from Mom's favourite little cupcake shop.  My mom doesn't have anyone special in her life, romance-wise, so I thought that it would be a nice gesture.

Well, I got to the cupcake shop and it was PACKED.  They were so busy they actually had a security guard on duty to corral the crowds.  There must have been 30 people in line when I overheard from someone on staff that there were only 7 cupcakes left.

Okay. So, screw that idea.

I thought I'd buy my mom some gourmet tea to help her get over the cold she's had for a week.  I went to the specialty tea place, but guess what?  Sold out.  Of course!

So I met my mom giftless, not that she minded.  Here's the thing: once we took our seats and the Canadian Opera Company's production of Tristan und Isolde kicked up, we realized... wow... we really could have used the sugar from that cupcake I couldn't get.


I LOVE opera.  I love classical music.  I love theatre.  I have never in my life walked out on anything.  But I did walk out on this.

I have never seen such a dismally lacklustre opera production.  No sets beyond a black box. Basic black costumes.  Instead of giving us something great to watch while these performers sang their asses off for 5 hours, they gave us a huge movie screen broadcasting some art school crap.  Oh my god, SO MUCH GRATUITOUS NUDITY!  And, hello, I write smut for a living.  When I complain that your opera has too much nudity in it (especially when I'm sitting next to my mother watching it), that says something.

I wish I could do a better job describing to you how terrible this production was, but it killed so many of my brain cells that I can barely form sentences right now.  Thank god we left after the second act or I'd be a zombie right now.

Oh, and speaking of zombies, my mother kept falling asleep during this opera... and my mother makes movie monster noises in her sleep... so every 10 minutes or so I heard moaning beside me and I had to jab her in the ribs to wake her up.

Happy Valentine's Day to me!

So I came home to my girl (on the phone, not in person--we're a long distance couple unless she's working in the city) and after a big fat day of failure... awwww.... just the sound of her voice made the fail go away.

Which is what happens every time I hear her voice.  My sweetheart makes life's big fat fails all melt away.


Hope your V-Day was full of awww...

And if it wasn't, here's a free book: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ataleoffurandflesh-625148-142.html


Oh, and guess what? For the kinksters in the crowd, I've got a new book hitting the market TODAY. It's called Kinksters: 10 stories of wild group sex, bisexual fun and kinky pleasures!  Check it out at Amazon:

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Revealing Cover Reveal: Stripping My Son's Sleeping Girlfriend

I wrote some smut.  I mean SMUT.  S-M-U-T.

Not erotic romance, not even "erotica," really.  Just smut. 

I usually use the terms "erotica" and "smut" interchangeably, but to me, erotica is more inclined to make you think.  There could be some character development.  It might be "about" something more than just sex.

"Stripping My Son's Sleeping Girlfriend" is JUST about sex. First-time lesbian MILF sex, to be exact.  It's a short story.  Don't look for character development.  It's not there.  My editor says it's got heart, but that's her opinion LOL.

Anyhoo, after all that teasing, here's the cover:

Coming to loveyoudivine Alterotica's new STROKE line February 22, 2013.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Guest Post: "Exposing Myself" by David Sullivan

I read the following post on the blog of my fellow loveyoudivine author David Sullivan, and asked him if I could scoop it up and bring it to you.  He's such a doll.  Here he is, exposing himself:

I love to write and create stories from life. Well, don’t all authors do that? I add my sometimes silly sense of humor, the art of inventing words, and a significant dose of wise-ass to my stories so that I enjoy them, and to be honest yet humble, many others also find an interest and lust in them and that warms me.

I primarily write bi-sexual stories because I am bisexual, closeted for most of my life, out for 3 years, because I live in a safe part of the US (and the world) that doesn’t kill or drag non-straights behind cars.

If you’re interested in erotic (Yes, I mean horny, sexual) stories with a developed plot, please check out my new book, Hearts United. It’s a compendium of 8 short stories that is a coming of age for a young, American-born Italian lad who learns gay and bisexual conduct is thousands of years old, and that modern society sadly has reverted to a Dark Ages of sort by trying to make all of mankind gay or straight. Young Joshua DeAngelo is blessed with a loving, understanding father, and a dictatorial mother who lacks love and nurturing qualities.

Josh comes out to his best friend, Rachel, who lusts for his love. Josh does a men’s room hookup and falls for the guy, sexy Cole. In the end there’s an awesome 3-way that seals their love and friendships. Along the way Josh is ‘used’ by three college girls roleplaying as pirates, and Josh is seduced by a cougar (Stephanie) who teaches him new tricks, including orchestrating a 4-way with Cole, Stephanie and her client Torin.
The purpose of my life is to serve, and I hope I’ve served readers with this creation. I loved writing it and proudly, yet humbly offer it to the world for hot, steamy sexual entertainment. Why deny yourself anymore?

Check it out :

From Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Hearts-United-ebook/dp/B00B8XXUH8/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1360612615&sr=8-4

David Sullivan
Proud author of a phenomenal publishing house, Love You Divine!
And remember, regardless of your sexual identity, we all came from the factory as we are!

Thanks for letting me steal your post, David! 

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Another Tearful Goodbye: Six Sentence Sunday is Gone

Maybe I'm late to the pity party with this announcement, but I've only just discovered that Six Sentence Sunday has shut down operation--hot on the heels of free erotica sites like Oysters and Chocolate and Every Night Erotica.

Six Sentence Sunday was a nice little marketing thingy (sign up your blog, then on Sunday post 6 sentences from one of your books, stories, or WIPs).  It had a wide following, too. Now it's gone. *poof*

Here's the seemingly hasty post that appears at http://sixsunday.com/:

Six Sentence Sunday has come to close.

This site does not endorse any sites, Twitter feeds, Facebook groups, etc duplicating the concept of Six Sentence Sunday or its efforts.

So, I guess that message is pretty clear.

Another one bites the dust.

Rest assured, I'll never leave you.
Love always,

(and if you're looking for free reads and erotic excerpts, check out the FREE SMUT section here at Donuts & Desires: http://donutsdesires.blogspot.ca/p/free-smut.html)

Saturday, February 9, 2013

It's a Valentine Romance Sale!

Not sure this one's on sale~I just like the cover

I've got another Kobo sale to tell you all about.  This one is available to customers worldwide. Until mid-February, you can get 25% off Harlequin and Mills & Boon New Releases.

Details, details:

Run: February 8th to February 15th at 11:59 pm

Promo Code: VDay25

Eligibility: WorldWide

Put 'er there, pal: http://www.kobobooks.com/browse/HarlequinMills__Boon/FU8pCRXzU0amGyR4t7LeZg-1.html?utm_source=linkshare_ca&utm_medium=Affiliate&utm_campaign=linkshare_ca&siteID=VbBlnHB4Z8o-GVfjs28DhGNcwgMFutJjOw

Friday, February 8, 2013

Finally, A Sale Just for Canadians!

Are you like me?  Do you get all tingly when you hear that it's Februany $5-footlong month at Subway, only to find out the sale's only on in the states?  Do you read the fine print closely before signing up for free samples ("US addresses only, bitch!") and lose sleep over insane delivery charges when you order from American websites? 

Then I've got a deal for you. If you're Canadian, that is.  And, if you're like me, you are. Canadian.

What I'm getting at is that Kobo, that seller of ebooks and ereaders, is having a 30% off sale just for us Canehhhhhdians.  What's more, they're sale-ing Indie Titles!  Woo-hoo!  What could be better?

Save 30% on Indie Titles (Code: Save30Feb13)
Run: Friday February 8th to Thursday February 14th at 11:59 pm
Promo Code: Save30Feb13
Eligibility: Canada only for this one.

Simple enough, I'd say.  Browse to your heart's content by clicking right here.

Wrap yourself in a blanket, forget about the snow, and read, read, read!
Hugs and cuddles,

New Release: The Beast In Me (Historical MFM Werewolf Menage)

Someti-i-i-imes it tries to kid me that it's just a teddy bear...

Do you know this song?

It seems, these days, that all my story titles have something to do with music.  But The Beast In Me is less a rambling psychological monologue and more an historical werewolf threesome novelette.

Yes, werewolves.  And winter.  Oh, you'll like it--heat you up on a cold day like this.

Sarah doesn't have much in common with the other girls in town. She's never even kissed a boy… until the evening Anderson walks her home. Over time, Anderson presses her for more than just kisses, and on the one-year anniversary of their first kiss Sarah might just give in to his whims. But the woods are dark at night, and there are creatures about, howling in the distance.

When Anderson is accosted by a wolf under the light of a full moon, will Sarah save her beau? Or will she be caught in the crossfire? And if she survives the attack, will life ever be the same?

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex


I remember the smell of autumn leaves, of dank and meat and fire.

I remember the smell of wet dog, and sneezing so hard my head rang like a church bell. The pain shot through me, all the way down to my toes. The damp had found its way into my bones. There was a soup of sorts, fed to me by unknown hands. I could see nothing.

The world went black.

Snow was the next smell, so fresh it drove out the dog scent almost completely.

When I awoke, there was a man standing over me. Behind him, two things: light so bright I wanted to clamp my eyes shut against it, and darkness so black it disappeared into oblivion. As I fixed my gaze on the dark shape in front of me, I realized the blackness was in fact the interior of a cave, and the whiteness was snow at its mouth.

It was wintertime. I knew little else, but I did know that.

My thoughts were a jumble of half-remembrances. Some might have been life, some dreams. I had a feeling I’d dreamed more than lived lately, especially when I realized I had on only a soiled slip under a great heap of blankets. Wherever I was, I’d been there for some time.

“Sarah?” a man asked. “You’re awake, are you?”

I wasn’t afraid of him, because I knew him. His voice was familiar to me.

“Would you like a drink of water?” he asked. He took a step forward and I saw his shirtsleeves rolled up to the elbow, dark wool trousers and suspenders. “I have meat broth warming on the fire.”

“What happened to me?” I squirmed under the pile of blankets, feeling soaked with sweat and goodness knows what else. “Why am I here?”

I felt like I knew the answers to those questions, but I needed some clarification. The man kneeled down beside me, and I felt a smile beam across my face as I realized who he was.


Get The Beast in Me now from Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-beast-in-me-by-giselle-renarde/

And retailers like All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thebeastinme-1056310-139.html

Or Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Beast-Me-Romance-ebook/dp/B00BCUGZZQ/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1360339383&sr=1-2&keywords=the+beast+in+me

Also, can I ask a favour?  I'm trying to get this book 50 likes (or more) on Amazon.  If you've got a moment, could you click through and "like" it?

Thank you!

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

The Street Change Challenge, continued...

A couple months ago, I told you about this royalty cheque I received in the amount of $1.90.  (Since then, I've done even better--I got a royalty statement for 10 pence!)  When I got that $1.90 cheque in the mail, I thought, "My God, I could probably pick up more change off the sidewalk!"

Street Change at 2 months (and Hello Kitty)
So that's been my challenge, ever since: pick up every penny I see and find out if I can "earn" more than $1.90 in 3 months. 

I promised you an update, so here's the deal after 2 months.

According to Hello Kitty, the 2 month total is $1.37.

Gettin' there!

As you can maybe see in the picture, 10 cents of that $1.37 consists of Canadian Tire Money, which I probably need to explain for my non-Canadian readers. 

See, Canadian Tire is Canada's oldest (I think?) big box type hardware store. They have a loyalty program called "Canadian Tire Money" where you get a certain percentage "money" back on purchases, except that "money" is only redeemable in-store.  Okay, not true currency, but if I get to count the American quarter I found, I'm going to count the Canadian Tire Money too.

So that's today's lesson in Canadiana.

I should mention that I also found nearly $20 worth of subway tokens in a station, but without even thinking I picked them up and handed them to the ticket collector.  All that was going through my mind when I found this little token pouch was, "The person who dropped this is going to be kicking themselves when they realize they lost it, especially if they're on a budget.  I hope they get it back!"  And I very much hope they do.

Oy, the compassion!

Anyhoo, the clock's a-ticking.  Once we hit the 3-month mark, I'll let you know if we've reached our target of $1.90.  Fingers crossed!  If I can't make more money picking up change off the sidewalk than writing fiction... well, I might just have to keep working as an author to earn my living.



I'll keep you posted,

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Glitter in the Gutter and Rachel's BOGO deal

Coming soon to a bookstore near you: Twice the Pleasure: Bisexual Women's Erotica, edited by everybody's favourite cupcake, Rachel Kramer Bussel.

But coming RIGHT NOW is Rachel Kramer Bussel's super-special "buy one get one free" deal.  If you pre-order Twice the Pleasure this February, you'll get your pick of FREE erotic anthologies.  All the details are on her blog, where you can also read the introduction to the book: http://lustylady.blogspot.ca/2013/02/bisexual-erotica-bogo-in-february-2013.html

My story in Twice the Pleasure is called "Glitter in the Gutter."  The title is actually a lyric from this Metric song, Twilight Galaxy (from their album Fantasies):

"Glitter in the Gutter" features Dotschy and Connor, two characters with whom you might be familiar if you've ever read my short story "Spring Fever."

In "Glitter in the Gutter," love is messy.  Everything's messy--especially Connor's house, when Dotschy tracks him down to find out why he's been avoiding her at work.

See, Connor has opened himself to Dotschy more than he ever has with anyone.  He's let her see the "her" in him, introducing open-minded Dotschy to his cross-dressing self.  Now Connor is having a crisis of conscience and getting rid of everything--as many adults who identify along the trans, CD, or genderqueer spectrum have done at some point in their lives.  When Dotschy arrives, his front hall is cluttered with clothes destined for Goodwill.

Connor loves women's clothing, but he doesn't want to love them.  He's lost a lot in life, more than Dotschy knows, and all because of what others see as a perversion.  Nobody understands him except Dotschy, who loves how he looks dressed.  It's about more than just looks, actually.  When Connor is dressed, he's more himself... or... herself...?

Everything's messy right now, for Connor.  Gender is messy.  Is dressing enough, or does he want more?  Should he throw it all away and be a REAL man, or would he rather jump off a bridge than live without beautiful things?

There's only one thing Connor can be sure of: Dotschy cares deeply for him, and she's not going anywhere.

Pre-order now from http://www.amazon.com/Twice-Pleasure-Bisexual-Womens-Erotica/dp/1573449245/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1359942861&sr=8-1&keywords=twice+the+pleasure+bisexual

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Cover Reveal! The Beast In Me (the one with three werewolves)

Twitter doesn't want me to share pics these days, so here we are, back at the blog, looking at a hot new cover.  Here's one I saw for the first time today, for my upcoming werewolf historical menage novelette "The Beast in Me."  It looks all professional and stuff. Love it!

Sarah doesn't have much in common with the other girls in town. She's never even kissed a boy… until the evening Anderson walks her home. Over time, Anderson presses her for more than just kisses, and on the one-year anniversary of their first kiss Sarah might just give in to his whims. But the woods are dark at night, and there are creatures about, howling in the distance.

When Anderson is accosted by a wolf under the light of a full moon, will Sarah save her beau? Or will she be caught in the crossfire? And, if she survives the attack, will life ever be the same?