It's Friday night and I'm uploading my lesbian erotic romance short Shaking Up This Costume Party to various ebook retailers. I just pulled an excerpt to post at sites like Excitica and I liked it so much I thought I'd post it here, just for fun.
Shaking Up This Costume Party is about a young woman, Anisha, who sneaks off to a college costume party Halloween night, only to meet her father there. Not just that, but he's got a girl on his arm. He's been cheating on his wife with Maryam, after telling the younger woman he was divorced.
As much as Anisha wants to hate this girl, she just can't. She feels bad for Maryam. After all, they've both been lied to.
The bond they form at that party gets really hot really fast, and who knows? It just might last.
Read an excerpt from Shaking Up This Costume Party:
They snuck into a darkened room and sat on somebody’s bed.
Anisha rubbed the girl’s back and said, “How do you feel now?”
“Not great,” Maryam told her. “He said he was divorced. He said he never saw his daughter. He said he was lonely without his family.”
Anisha felt a deep sense of disappointment in her father, but she couldn’t bring herself to hate this girlfriend of his. “You were having an affair?”
“I didn’t know it was an affair. He said he was—”
“Divorced.”
“Yeah.”
“Wow.”
“I know!”
Anisha shook her head. “I never thought Daddy could do something like this.”
They sat in silence as Anisha rubbed the girl’s back. Maryam’s dress felt nice and silky under her hand. She could feel the bumps of Maryam’s spine, and the line of a bra strap. As her eyes adjusted to the moonlight, she noticed the shine of the fabric, as well as the sparkle of her own bee costume.
“How are you feeling now?” Anisha asked.
“Better. You can stop rubbing.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
Anisha backed off, even though she didn’t really want to. She shrugged off her bee wings because they were starting to annoy her, and tossed them on the floor along with her antennae and purse.
“What are you doing?” Maryam asked, watching the items fall to the ground.
“Nothing. They were just bugging me.”
Maryam laughed, and her lipstick shimmered in the moonlight.
“What’s funny?”
“They’re bugging you… and you’re a bug.”
Anisha looked down at her yellow and black striped bodysuit. “I’m a bee.”
“A bee is a bug.”
“I guess.”
“Anything annoying is a bug,” Maryam reasoned.
“Sorry. Am I bugging you?”
Sitting gently at the edge of the bed, Maryam turned her head and smiled. “No. No, I’m glad you’re here. If you hadn’t been here, I wouldn’t know your father was lying to me all this time.”
Anisha felt weirdly guilty, like she’d ruined this girl’s perfect relationship. Even if that relationship was with a married man who just so happened to be her father.
*****
Shaking Up This Costume Party is newly available from the following ebook retailers:
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/610141
eXcitica: http://www.excitica.com/index.php/shaking-up-this-costume-party-lesbian-secrets.html?SID=66a11bdfd728c3569aa7d50d296d0c09
BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shaking-up-this-costume-party-giselle-renarde/1123320426?ean=2940152592955
Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/ebook/shaking-up-this-costume-party-lesbian-secrets
Friday, January 29, 2016
Thursday, January 28, 2016
It's here! It's here! "I've got a Crush on a Sexy Older Man" is here!
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Saturday, January 16, 2016
The Depression Handbook for Writers: A Simple and Practical Advice Guide
Is it just me, or are a lot of writers depressed?
It's not just me. And it's not just you.
Whether you're a professional author or not, it's possible that you've dealt with depression in your life. I've been chronically depressed since my late teens. It sucks, but there is hope.
That's why I decided to put together a simple and practical advice guide for writers with depression. I'm not a doctor, so don't take anything I've got to say as medical advice, but if you're having a rough time right now, maybe you'll pick up a copy. It's free at most vendors.
What if you're not a writer, but you are depressed?
Well, this book consists of 3 sections:
- things I do to lift my mood and improve my outlook
- things writers can do to keep business going even when you can't write
- author interviews
So the first section is pretty general and could be helpful to writers and readers alike.
If you need this book, I hope it's helpful to you.
Find it at
Kobo
Google Play
BarnesNoble
Smashwords
As I mentioned, The Depression Handbook for Writers is free at most ebookstores, but it hasn't been price matched yet at Amazon. If anyone's got a few seconds to spare, you could scroll down to the section that says Product Details, click where is says "tell us about a lower price" and plug in the BarnesNoble link, or the Google Play one. I'd really appreciate it. I want everyone who needs this book to be able to get their hands on it, and I don't want price to be an obstacle.
I hope this post crosses your screen exactly when you need it, or when someone in your life does. More than that, I hope it helps.
All my love,
Giselle
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Amber Quill Press is Closing
Amber Quill Press, publisher of my novel Anonymous, will be closing down operations March 31, 2016. A notice on their website states that the site will be dismantled at that time, ending readers' access to their bookshelves and order history. If you've earned Rewards Points at the site, better use them up. (Might I suggest my MMF menage book, Anonymous?)
Amber Quill Press is a respected publisher of fiction, straight romance and LGBT romance. They've been in business since 2002, so the closure comes as a bit of a surprise. They always felt like an established, professional enterprise, to me. I enjoyed working with them. They were responsive to authors, reporting was excellent, they never paid late. I'm sorry to see them go, but I wish Amber Quill's owners and my fellow authors all the best in business, in writing, and in life.
Giselle
Amber Quill Press is a respected publisher of fiction, straight romance and LGBT romance. They've been in business since 2002, so the closure comes as a bit of a surprise. They always felt like an established, professional enterprise, to me. I enjoyed working with them. They were responsive to authors, reporting was excellent, they never paid late. I'm sorry to see them go, but I wish Amber Quill's owners and my fellow authors all the best in business, in writing, and in life.
Giselle
Sunday, January 3, 2016
I've got a Crush on a Sexy Older Man
January is the month of older man crushes!
It's
time to pre-order "I've got a Crush on a Sexy Older Man" for the
incredibly amazing price of $0.99! This special collection includes TWO
New Adult classics: "Stacy's Dad has got it Going On" and "A Man Needs a
Maid."
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Help! I’ve got a crush on a sexy older man! He’s handsome,
interesting and educated—not to mention RICH. If I tell him how I feel,
will he laugh in my face… or change my life forever? |
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Diary of a Teenager in Love with a Teacher
I thought I was a Femme Fatale.
I did.
I thought that for years. I thought I was this sexy little number who wouldn't rest until she'd seduced an unwilling high school teacher, by hook or by crook.
And then I found my diary from that time of life.
What a rude awakening.
I can't believe how innocent I was, considering I was 18/19 years old when I wrote those words. For years, I thought I'd entered that "relationship" as an adult. Any time anyone suggested a man in a position of power was taking advantage of me, it made me extremely angry. Now I realize the suggestion made me so irritable because it touched a nerve, hit the nail on the head, that sort of thing.
It's impossible to put myself in 19-year-old ME's shoes. The closest I can come is to read the words I wrote at that age. And those words are pretty damning.
I don't like to think of myself as someone who was taken advantage of, particularly when I continue to enjoy writing erotic material involving older men and younger women. It's pretty fucked up.
I'm pretty fucked up.
But I don't think THIS relationship made me that way. I think it was merely a symptom.
Having said all that, Like It's 1999: Diary of a Teenager in Love with a Teacher is now being posted at http://likeits1999diary.blogspot.com for your reading pleasure. And my perpetual humiliation, probably.
Because Like It's 1999 is my actual diary from when I was 18/19.
It's written in short journal entries (and dreams, because my diary doubled as a dream journal) so it'll be posted that way. Each and every day, you'll be able to read a new entry. There are enough posts to take us to mid-March, so this'll be quite a journey.
Discover why my nickname in high school was Flakie. I always thought it was because I ate these mofos every day:
...but after reading my teenaged journal, I'm not so sure.
http://likeits1999diary.blogspot.com
Love you,
Giselle
p.s. you can read the introduction to Like It's 1999 right here: http://likeits1999diary.blogspot.ca/p/read-introduction.html
I did.
I thought that for years. I thought I was this sexy little number who wouldn't rest until she'd seduced an unwilling high school teacher, by hook or by crook.
And then I found my diary from that time of life.
What a rude awakening.
I can't believe how innocent I was, considering I was 18/19 years old when I wrote those words. For years, I thought I'd entered that "relationship" as an adult. Any time anyone suggested a man in a position of power was taking advantage of me, it made me extremely angry. Now I realize the suggestion made me so irritable because it touched a nerve, hit the nail on the head, that sort of thing.
It's impossible to put myself in 19-year-old ME's shoes. The closest I can come is to read the words I wrote at that age. And those words are pretty damning.
I don't like to think of myself as someone who was taken advantage of, particularly when I continue to enjoy writing erotic material involving older men and younger women. It's pretty fucked up.
I'm pretty fucked up.
But I don't think THIS relationship made me that way. I think it was merely a symptom.
Having said all that, Like It's 1999: Diary of a Teenager in Love with a Teacher is now being posted at http://likeits1999diary.blogspot.com for your reading pleasure. And my perpetual humiliation, probably.
Because Like It's 1999 is my actual diary from when I was 18/19.
It's written in short journal entries (and dreams, because my diary doubled as a dream journal) so it'll be posted that way. Each and every day, you'll be able to read a new entry. There are enough posts to take us to mid-March, so this'll be quite a journey.
Discover why my nickname in high school was Flakie. I always thought it was because I ate these mofos every day:
Passion Flakie: the breakfast of champions |
...but after reading my teenaged journal, I'm not so sure.
http://likeits1999diary.blogspot.com
Love you,
Giselle
p.s. you can read the introduction to Like It's 1999 right here: http://likeits1999diary.blogspot.ca/p/read-introduction.html
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