Sunday, October 30, 2016

50% Rebate for Halloween!

A spooky hello to you all!

Did you know that All Romance Ebooks is having a 50% rebate sale for Halloween? October 30-31 2016, you'll get a 50% rebate on everything you buy!

This is a perfect time to preorder my novel In Shadow, which comes out November 1st. Often I'll release a book at a sale price in hopes that lots of readers will grab it, but I'm not going that route with In Shadow. The price for the ebook edition of this novel is $5.99. If you preorder it today from All Romance, you'll get a $3 credit to your account! That's the closest you'll come to getting this baby on sale, so go for it! Now! Don't wait! Now, now, now!!!

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This is the point in the story where you’re either going to think I’m lying or I’m crazy, or maybe both. Well, I’m not lying, so I guess that leaves you with your answer.

The afternoon sun was streaming in through the window above the door. It cast long shadows across the fabric dividing my studio from Gord’s portion of the garage. That wasn’t the weird part. In fact, I hadn’t even noticed our shadows until they started to move.

At first, I thought it was the fabric moving. I thought maybe Brooke had snuck in and got behind it. I thought she was trying to scare me like she used to do when we were little.

But the fabric wasn’t moving. The fabric stayed absolutely still while my shadow started bending forward.

That might have been the weirdest part, because I knew for a fact I wasn’t bending. In that moment, I don’t think I could have budged if I’d tried. My feet were two blocks of ice frozen to the cement floor, and my arms were like dead weight at my sides.

But my shadow’s arms? That was another story.

They rose at my shadow body’s sides, then wrapped ominously around my stepbrother’s shadow.

I was so sure Mason would whip around and be like, “Hey, get your hands off me!”

But he didn’t seem to feel it. He couldn’t seem to sense my shadow wrapping itself around his.

His shadow’s head turned to mine. I swallowed hard, because I could feel everything. Feel his head, his breath, his hardness. I could feel it all when his shadow kissed mine. I could feel the hugeness of his tongue in my mouth.

A warm flush whipped through me like lava, filling my cheeks with crimson heat before sliding down my throat. I felt him all over me and inside me as my shadow attached to his.

The real Mason talked the whole time, but I couldn’t hear a word. I couldn’t draw my gaze away from his shadow lifting my shadow off its feet, slamming its back against the wall, hiking up my skirt and…

Saturday, October 29, 2016

#Lesbian #Watersports #Erotica for #HumiliationDay: Public Toilets

According to the internet, today is the first annual Erotic Humiliation Day. To celebrate, I'm posting a story called Public Toilets, which is from my book Wet Weekend--all about lesbians who live for pee!

I love this book! I wrote it after a weekend getaway with my girlfriend. While it's not entirely based on a true story, I set it at the inn where we stayed.

Enjoy the story, and if it's your kind of thing consider buying a copy of Wet Weekend to find out what other golden showery adventures Cassie and Talia experience on their little holiday.

Public Toilets

Lesbian Watersports Erotica

by Giselle Renarde“Your table is right this way,” the server said, in an off-handed way that made me wonder what was really on his mind.

My eyes went straight to the cloth-covered tables laid out with breads and fruits and yogurt and silver chafing dishes. As soon as we sat, the view from the second-floor dining room totally co-opted my attention. We were looking out on a gorgeous waterfall and a pond that sparkled in the morning sun. Beyond that, the vibrant glow of leafy green trees.

“Can I start you both with coffee?” the grey-haired man asked.

Talia answered for us both. “Please—with cream and sugar.”

He nodded. “And orange juice?”

“Thank you,” Talia said.

When he’d gone, she took a deep inhale, smiled the widest smile I’d seen on her face in years, and breathed out a supremely relaxed exhale. Her skin gleaned like the pond outside.

Taking her hand, I said, “Do you even know how beautiful you look right now?”

She winked, because she wouldn’t blush. Wasn’t her style.

“Well? Should we get started at the buffet?” I asked.

“Wait until your coffee comes,” she said, tapping on the table.

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”

The loving look in her eyes made me feel absolutely giddy. Then she gazed over my shoulder and said, “Don’t look now, but I think we’ve got company.”

I turned, but I didn’t know what she was talking about.

“I said don’t look,” she chastised, without hiding the amusement in her voice.

“Don’t look at what?”

“Those two women behind you. I think they’re a couple.”

I turned again, and this time I got what she meant. They were older than us, I’d have guessed, but they could possibly have been friends. “Why do you think they’re a couple?”

Talia shrugged. “Just the way they steal the odd glance. They look like people who’ve been in love forever.”

“Aww,” I said as the server brought our coffee and juice.

“Feel free to try the buffet,” he said, inviting us both.

Talia thanked him and we went up together.

With our plates piled high, we returned to our table. As we took our seats, Talia smiled graciously over my shoulder. I turned to that pair of women and found them regarding us the same way we’d looked at them earlier.

“You’re right,” I said. “They must be lesbians.”

Talia raised that sexy brow as she poured a little cream in her coffee.

I’d barely started my breakfast when my coffee moved through me. Good thing I could rush to the restaurant bathroom instead of having to go in the one I shared with Talia. Even after seven years together, I couldn’t do a number two when she was around. I’d never even farted in front of her.

The bathroom was really fancy. Only two stalls, but the sinks were granite or something fancy like that. Brass taps. Looked like something you’d find in a rich person’s house.

When I returned to the table, I felt much better and packed in a nice meal, one glass of orange juice, and three cups of coffee.

By the time I’d finished eating, I had to go again—only pee this time, so I thought I might hold it until we got back to the room. Then, when Talia asked the server for another cup of coffee, I changed my mind. “I’m just going to pee really quickly, okay?”

Tilting her head, she gave me an odd look and said, “Take your time, honeybun.”

“Okay… but I only have to pee, so it shouldn’t take too long.”

“Okay,” she said, in a weirdly high tone. “Just do me a favour, will you? Once you get to the bathroom, wait five minutes before going. Will you do that for me?”


Her expression hardened into the Talia I knew from the bedroom. “Just do it, Cassie.”

I felt my eyes bulge. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

“What time do you have?”

I looked at my watch. “Nine forty-five.”

“Don’t go until nine fifty.”

It was a good thing I didn’t have to pee more urgently, because the closer I got to the bathroom, the more pressure built. It was like my bladder could sense a toilet in the vicinity. Once I was inside the restroom, it started screaming at me, begging for release.

What could I do? I’d promised Talia.

And it didn’t matter that she wouldn’t know the difference. Didn’t matter that she wasn’t watching over my shoulder. That wasn’t relevant.

I would obey her because… just because.

Standing by the sink, I looked myself in the mirror, endlessly fascinated by the dark depths of my own gaze. Could there possibly be someone else in my brain, someone else staring back at me from inside those eyes? I always felt watched when I looked at myself in the mirror.

But I could only stare at my own reflection for so long.

Too bad I’d left my purse in the room. If I’d had it with me, I could have entertained myself by sorting through gum wrappers and old receipts. That old bag needed a good clear-out.

I glanced at my watch. Time wasn’t going by fast enough.

Good thing nobody else had come in the bathroom. They’d think I was weird.

I walked to the open stalls and looked inside. Both clean, both smelling like cinnamon and pecan spice. That’s one of the great things about fancy bathrooms: they always smelled nice.

Three minutes down, two to go.

I stepped into the stall I’d used last time. As I did, the main door to the washroom opened. My heart jumped, which put pressure on my bladder. I reacted by closing the stall door so whoever it was wouldn’t wonder why I was standing there with it open.

“You’d better not be peeing,” Talia said.

A wave of relief washed over me and I opened the stall to her. “No, of course not. Two minutes to go.”

When I stepped out, I saw that she wasn’t alone. Following her were the lesbians from the table behind me.

I felt instantly embarrassed for what I’d just said, and hoped they hadn’t understood.

“We’re here to watch,” Talia told me.

The other couple looked at her, not at me. They were well-dressed, but nondescript. You wouldn’t necessarily peg them for lesbians. I wouldn’t have, at least. I guess because they weren’t butch.

Which is stupid, because I’m not butch. Not a bit.

But why was I thinking about what these women looked like when I should be freaking out about what Talia had just said?

“You’re here to…watch me?” I asked. “Watch me do what?”

“Pee,” Talia said. “It’s about time. Go ahead. We’ll be here, all eyes on you.”

Talia and the two strangers crowded around the stall.

Clearly, I wouldn’t be closing the door.

“I don’t think I can do this. Pee in front of strangers?”

“Sure you can,” said the woman with the turquoise scarf.

“If you have to go badly enough, your body will let go,” said the one in the salmon-coloured pantsuit.

Talia grinned. She’d won, and she knew it. She could humiliate me in every way possible, and I’d come crawling back for more.

Every time.

Because I loved it.

As I pulled up my skirt, sheer embarrassment burned through my skin. When I pushed down my panties, it started to fade.

Was this really happening?

Was I starting to feel proud?

I watched the strangers’ gazes focus on my bare pussy as my underwear settled just above my knees.

“Oh my,” said the one with the turquoise scarf. “Look at that, Margaret: she’s shaved completely clean.”

“Just the way I like her,” Talia told them.

For some reason, that statement made me feel more embarrassed than having my panties down and my skirt pulled up. She made it sound like I shaved my pussy to please her. That was only half true. I didn’t do it because she made me. I didn’t want these strangers thinking our dynamic was cruel in a controlling way.

Cool air rose off the toilet water and met my pussy like a dream. There wasn’t time to argue. That cold sensation against my hot lips made me desperate to release what I was holding so tightly.

“Oh look, Margaret! She’s about to go!”

When I rested my bum on the cool plastic seat, the humiliation factor came storming to the fore. Suddenly, I couldn’t do. I didn’t want these women watching me pee. It was embarrassing beyond belief.

“Talia,” I whispered, as if they couldn’t hear me. “Please let me close the door.”

I had my foot on it. She had her hand on it. She shook her head, no.

Clenching my pelvic muscles as hard as humanly possible, I looked at my girlfriend and blinked back tears.

How could she do this to me?

“What are you waiting for, Cassie? Aren’t you going to pee for these nice ladies?”

I bit my lip so hard it bled. I’d never been so mad at Talia.

How dare she do this to me? How dare she?

“Cassie,” Margaret said to the other women. “What a pretty name.”

“It’s short for Cassandra,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Even prettier,” Margaret said to her partner, like I wasn’t even a person, like I was some kind of exhibit at a museum.

That did it, for me. To prove I was human, I spread my legs, relaxed my aching pelvic muscles, and let the pee fly.

My entire belly felt warm as urine left my body. I’d been holding it in so tightly I felt like I was peeing through a straw again, which was annoying since it would only drag this scene out longer.

Talia’s gaze danced from me on the toilet to the two strangers standing beside her. They looked on indulgently, though nonetheless excitedly. As they whispered inane comments back and forth, I wondered if either of them had been in a situation like this before.

Were they old hands at watching girls pee?

Had they peed in front of each other?

Had they peed ON each other?

I covered my face with my skirt and groaned.

“What’s the matter, little girl? You don’t like ladies watching you?”

Without even looking at Talia, I could see the expression on her face: cruel, teasing.

“Why are you pushing me?” I cried, whipping my skirt down from my face. “You always do this. You always push me. And you think you’re always right, even when you’re dead wrong! Dead-dead-dead-wrong!”

The strangers’ eyes opened as wide as Talia’s and they whispered back and forth, “Trouble in paradise” and “Maybe we should go.”

Talia didn’t argue with them and neither did I. When they left us alone in the bathroom, I tore reams of tissue from the roll.

“That was embarrassing,” Talia said.

“Yeah, for me!”

With her gaze downcast, she said, “I thought you’d like it.”

She looked genuinely hurt.

I wasn’t used to that. Talia was always so powerful and commanding. She knew what she was doing and she stuck to her guns.

Maybe not this time?

“I’m sorry if I was wrong,” she said, with great emotion in her eyes and in her voice. “I thought bringing them in would be something new and fun, something we’ve never done before.”

This threw me for a loop. I really expected her to argue with me and say she was right to do it and I was wrong to complain.

“I apologize, Cassie.” Talia touched my cheek gently, then traced her thumb across my lip.

I caught it between my teeth and grinned as I bit her.

It’s weird, but I would have been mad at her if she was mad at me. Since she was so apologetic, I felt apologetic too.

“Maybe I’d have been more into it if I knew they were coming. You really sprang the voyeurs on me.”

“I didn’t even plan it,” Talia admitted. “I was going to come myself, just me, to watch you. Then as I was getting up from the table, they caught my eye and smiled and I thought… well, maybe I’ll just ask… maybe they’ll be into it.”

“And they were?” I asked with a laugh.

“Guess so,” Talia told me. “I didn’t even have to explain myself or out dynamic or anything. They really seemed to get it.”

I was still holding a wad of tissue between my thighs, too engrossed in this strange conversation to wipe. “Maybe they’re big-time BDSM people, like bigger than us.”

“We just dabble,” Talia said. “They seem… yeah, they’re committed.”

“How do you know?”

Talia shrugged. “Just a vibe.”

I finally cleaned the spritzes of pee from my thighs and flushed the toilet. As I pulled up my panties, I said, “I know we’ve talked about it, but I don’t think I’m ready to have other people…”

“In the room while you’re peeing?” Talia asked with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes and headed to the sink. “Not so much that. More like…”

Talia knew what I meant. I could tell by the expression on her face when I caught her watching me in the mirror. “You like the idea of an open relationship, or some variation, but you’re not ready to put the plan into action.”


I knew she knew.

She came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her big boobs shoved me forward against the counter and I laughed because I wasn’t expecting it. She grabbed a paper towel when I turned off the taps and used it to dry my hands.

“I left a tip at the table,” Talia told me. “Want to sneak out the back way so we don’t have to pass that other couple?”

I was relieved she said it so I didn’t have to. “Oh my God, Tal, so much. You don’t even know.”

“Trust me—I know,” she said, and kissed my temple.

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Monday, October 24, 2016

Room for More: Two Guys, One Girl #Menage #Erotica

When Amber Quill Press closed its doors this spring, I got so busy reissuing my novel Anonymous that I forgot all about the other work that came back to me: a fun threesome story called Painting with Brushes.

If you've been reading my books since as far back as 2010, when this one was originally published, maybe you remember it. It won a Readers' Choice Award (at Love Romances Cafe, I believe), which blew me away. I guess a lot of people liked it.

You'll be happy to know Painting with Brushes is back as Room for More. If you enjoy a little friction with your fiction, check it out!

Claudia detests Mark. Mark detests Claudia. They both love Jason Paul.

Two years after Claudia’s husband leaves her for another man, she finds herself unemployed but desperate to stay in the city. The only solution is to move in with Jason Paul and his new love. When sparks fly, will Claudia imagine the possibilities of having two men in her life… and in her bed?

Room for More is now available from:





Thursday, October 20, 2016

I'm Here. I'm Queer. Buy My Books.

Do you know how many books I've written over the past ten years? Yeah, me neither. But a lot. Definitely a lot--and when I say "books" I mean everything from erotic shorts to anthologies to novels to novellas.

I'm queer. I tend to write fiction from that perspective and on that topic, though I have written books about straight people too.

If you were to ask me, "Hey, Giselle, what do you write?" I would say, "I write queer fiction and erotica."

A lot of my books have been shoved into "romance" categories over the years, but I'm telling you straight-up: if you're into that whole romance scene with the happily-ever-after and no cheating I would just avoid my catalogue completely. I never set out to write romance. I set out to write queer fiction and literary erotica (and, more recently, pure SMUT!).

A lot of my books involve adultery because I spent 10 years of my life as mistress to a married man... which makes me kind of an expert, not to brag or anything. I know adultery intimately. That's why it sneaks its way into my work. Just like queerness. Just like gender non-conformity. It's part of me. It's part of my work.

The Other Side of Ruth is such a great example of what my work is and what it isn't. That book's about Ruth, a middle-aged married woman, who has an affair with Agnes, her twenty-something neighbour. Boom! Cheating. Right there. Boom! Lesbian erotica. Bring it. But this book's also a classic example of what I do because SPOILER it doesn't not end in typical romance fashion. That's because it's not a romance!

I come from the school of literary fiction where misery reigns. To me, The Other Side of Ruth is about all the ways in which Agnes is failed by society. She's failed by the people in her life, by systems, but the medical establishment. She's even failed by the book itself, because she doesn't get to tell her own story. We hear it from Ruth's point of view.

When I think of the most romantic book I've written, the one that pops into my head is Friday Night Lipstick--a friends-to-lovers novella about two older trans women. This book legit makes me cry every time I read the final chapter (which SPOILER does contain a typical happy ending), but it fails to meet the romance standard in other ways. First up, one of the characters is married throughout most of the book (albeit to an abusive partner), and the other has sex with two people right in front of her.

So this is me telling you where I'm coming from in hopes of finding more readers who are looking for the kind of fiction I write: readers who are looking for fiction from a non-binary queer, readers who appreciate literary erotica and/or smut, readers who aren't necessarily fans of the cookie-cutter approach to fiction (not that there's anything wrong with that!), readers who want something a little... different.

Because that's me. I'm a little different. And if you are too, or you just want to see what my world looks like, buy my books. Or see if your library carries them. If they don't, ask them to buy a copy of something that interests you. Or search my name at Smashwords or Kobo or Barnes and Noble or Apple and see what I'm offering for free this month. There's always something.

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I'm here. I'm queer. Nice to meet you.

Monday, October 17, 2016

#FREE #LESBIAN #EROTICA Bobbing for Peaches
Have I got a treat for you!

My erotic lesbian short story Bobbing for Peaches involves warm milk, sweet peaches, messy sex and depression. What more could you want?

Well, you might want it FREE.


I've made this story available as a free ebook at most vendors. Possibly this is a limited time only deal. Possibly I'll forget to raise the price. Hard to say. I've got a terrible memory--I'll tell you that much.

Not sold? Here's what it's all about:

Someone's getting busy in the kitchen! When Jocelyn arrives home from work, she finds her girlfriend Melanie preparing a sweet treat: a warm concoction of milk and peaches with a dash of cinnamon and a hint of pricey Tahitian vanilla. Good thing Jocelyn's in the mood to play with her food, because it's time to get naked—and get messy!

Here are some of the links to ebook retailers where Bobbing for Peaches is free:
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Saturday, October 8, 2016

#Taboo #Lesbian #Erotica In Print!

 I promised I'd let you know when my new anthology of taboo lesbian erotica was available as a paperback.

Well, guess what? The wait is over!

You can now buy Taboo Lesbian Erotica in print. You can buy the standard edition from retailers like

OR you can buy the large print edition for the SAME PRICE. If you need or would prefer larger lettering you don't have to choose between reading comfort and the impact on your pocketbook (pocketbook? Wallet. Credit Card. Whatever the kids are calling it these days. heh)

Here's a link for the large print edition:

Whether you just started reading my books or you've been buying them for a decade, I want you to know how much I appreciate your purchases. Thank you and enjoy!

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Preorder In Shadow Today!

Last November I wrote a novel for NaNoWriMo (National Novel-Writing Month). I wanted to write something commercially-viable, something that would hit the market running and earn me enough money to buy fancy cheeses and maybe even a house.

Well, you've known me long enough to realize my plans to write anything with more than niche appeal tend to fall flat.

I set out to write a stepbrother romance because those were really popular at the time. What I ended up with was an allegory of colonialism.

Technically I guess it is still a stepbrother romance... but it takes a bit of a circuitous route to get to a happy-ever-after. It's really more of a psycho-sexual thriller. Even the eroticism isn't as as blatant as it is in most of my books. Or maybe it's MORE blatant because it's more understated, if that makes any sense. I don't think the words "pussy" or "cock" appear at all in this novel. I found a way to communicate powerful images without using vulgar language. Not that I'm opposed to vulgar language! I mean... this is ME we're talking about, author of Nanny State and Adam and Sheree's Family Vacation. But I do realize there are some books you're willing to read on the bus and some books you're only going to read in bed.
You can read In Shadow anywhere.

And you can preorder it now from many vendors--ebook only at this point, but I'll let you know when the paperback is available.

In Shadow launches November 1st, 2016. Preorder now so it pops up on your device as soon as it's available.

If you follow the link, it'll show you all the sites where you can preorder.

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Saturday, October 1, 2016

If You Love Romance, You’ll Hate This Book

Hard to believe my lesbian novel The Other Side of Ruth launched almost a year ago. This October, I'm bringing back guest posts I wrote for other bloggers when the book came out.

Here's one of my favourites:

I myself am depressed more easily by works that evade, compensate or cover up than I am by ones that pursue their patterns to the conclusions inherent in them. I’d rather have an unhappy ending than a happy one if it’s an unhappy ending that the story demands.
~Margaret Atwood, from Survival: A Thematic Guide To Canadian Literature

Brief introduction for those who don’t know me: I’m Giselle, I’m Canadian, I’m queer, and I write books for a living.

Well… “books” could be anything from short taboo smut to novels with erotic content—the latest of which is The Other Side of Ruth, subtitled “A Lesbian Novel.” Not “A Lesbian Romance,” note. Although the book involves a woman falling in love with another woman, I really wouldn’t class it as a romance.

A couple years ago, I was talking about my books with my mom (a rarity—we don’t generally discuss my work). She knew I wrote erotica, and extended that to encompass erotic romance. Yes, sure, some of my books have romantic aspects (and some are actually tear-jerkingly sweet), but I still think of myself as primarily a writer of literary erotica and queer fiction.

My mom couldn’t understand what I was saying. She asked, “How can there be sex with no romance?”

First of all… awww! Isn’t my mom just the cutest? (Yeah, she is. She’s adorable.)

But secondly… that’s a remarkably complex question.

For a book to be considered a romance, or erotic romance for that matter, it needs to meet certain criteria. Basically, it needs to be about people falling in love and it needs to have a happy, fulfilling ending for those characters.

Right? (I’m kind of making up rules, here.)

Anyway, there’s more to romance than just the falling in love part and the happy ending part. In order to appeal to readers in the romance genre, a book needs to have a certain ebb and flow. You’d have to ask a romance reader about the finer points of what they’re looking for.

Here’s the thing: a “happy ending,” in the context of romance, has a pretty narrow meaning. Two (or more?) characters need to fall in love and end up together. If a character’s happiness comes from anything else at all (finding oneself, coming out of the closet, achieving world peace, bringing your dog back from the dead) that’s not romance.

Right? (I’m honestly making all this up.)

So what can you do if misery appeals to you?

Well, if you’re me you say, “Screw it. This book is not a romance.”

That’s what I did with The Other Side of Ruth. Ruth is thirty years older than Agnes, and she’s married to a man. We’re talking about sneaking around. We’re talking about lying. We’re talking about an illicit love affair.

When I started writing The Other Side of Ruth, I hadn’t exactly planned out the ending (or the middle… or the beginning…), but I knew I wouldn’t be doing this story or these characters justice if I shoehorned in a happily-ever-after for them. It’s not that they don’t “deserve” it… it’s just that I’m a realist—in life, and in fiction.

Sorry-not-sorry for the spoiler.

I realize there are a lot of readers who won’t pick up a book unless they KNOW they’re going to like the ending. I almost-sort-of understand. Almost. Sort of.

For instance, the end of The Cure for Death by Lightning ruined to story for me. Does that mean I wish I hadn’t read the book at all? No. I recognize that, as a reader, the most I can do is interpret what’s on the page. It isn’t my place to demand a different ending.

On the other hand, the ending of The Well of Loneliness (which *SPOILER ALERT* is pretty much exactly the same as the end of The Cure for Death by Lightning) is heartrending but perfect. It’s perfect because it’s realistic. You read it and think, “Yup, that’s life. Sucky, unfair, terrible life!”

Since many readers of romantic fiction are seeking to escape life (sucky life!) it makes sense that heartbreak wouldn’t make for a fulfilling capper, but me? I happen to like seeing life reflected back to me in fiction.

Anyway, what were we talking about? Oh yeah, The Other Side of Ruth. Yup, it’s got real life written all over it. Now I’ve got you thinking it’s all angsty-painy when, really, it isn’t.

To be honest, I find the ending optimistic and uplifting, even if it isn’t conventionally romantic.

That’s my take. I guess you’ll have to read it and decide for yourself.

The Other Side of Ruth is available as an audiobook and also in print.

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Also available from many other retailers!