Sunday, February 27, 2022

Bet I Can Make You Cry (Friday Night Lipstick is Back!)

Remember a trans lesbian novelette I wrote called Friday Night Lipstick?  



Friday Night Lipstick was previously published by loveyoudivine Alterotica and then by Excessica Publishing, and now it's back again.  If you didn't read it the first times around, here's your chance.  And, trust me: don't pass this one up.  A lesbian erotic romance about transgender women in the 50+ age bracket is pretty darn rare.  

I don't write a lot of achingly sweet HEA romance, but this story makes me cry every time I read it.  Honestly: I have NEVER made it through the final chapter without shedding a few tears.  I root like hell for these characters.  They deserve all the happiness in the world.

When Layla and Bernice first met, they'd never heard the word "transgender." Back then, they thought of themselves as cross-dressers and frequented gay clubs together.

Twenty years later, Layla is a glamorous and successful real estate agent living as a woman full-time. Repressed Bernice is still married to a woman who won't let go of the husband Bernice used to be. She spends her lonely nights dreaming of a life with lovely Layla.

While Bernice is trapped in a hopeless relationship, Layla seems perfectly content hopping from bed to bed. On Friday night, when their facades break down, will these long-time friends finally admit their love for one another?

And even if they do, how will married Bernice and swinging single Layla build a future together?


There was nothing to say.

There was only the kiss.

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

Layla’s kisses matched the vivacity of her character, but there was a delicacy to every moment that Bernice hadn’t anticipated. Really, she never thought this day would come. She’d hoped to kiss Layla, dreamed of it, and now it was happening. Her unnamed wants all sprung to the surface, though she’d cast them aside in her hopeless hours. In the passion and tenderness of this kiss, Bernice saw her future. And it was beautiful.

As they stumbled to Rosanna’s sofa, Bernice peeled the straps from Layla’s shoulders, letting her skimpy dress fall to her waist. Without waiting, without asking permission, Bernice latched on to Layla’s beckoning breasts.

Layla gasped when Bernice pressing both tits together. She’d spent so many lonely nights dreaming of this in bed, dreaming of the woman she loved. She loved. She switched nipples and Layla writhed against her face, moaning, “Yes Bebe, yes doll.”

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

Hiking up her skirt, Layla hooked her thumbs around her black gaff. Bernice’s breath caught in her lungs. She backed off, giving the woman room to wriggle out of those tight-fitting undergarments. Her heart hammered as they slid down Layla’s thighs.

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

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

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

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

Layla rolled her eyes.


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

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

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

There was nothing to be afraid of.

Editorial Reviews 

 Bending the Bookshelf - Sally: There is a very real emotional connection there that adds significance to the physical coupling [...] I will refrain from saying anything further, for fear of spoiling the magic, but you know with Giselle that there is a happily ever after in the offering. The way in which she wraps up all the threads of the story is quite beautiful, and if you don't shed a tear or two of happiness before the end, it's likely only because you're exhausted from sharing in their pleasure.

Saturday, February 26, 2022

Ondine la ballerine has returned!

My novella Ondine: A Tale of Art and Deception was originally published in 2008.  I mentioned the other day on Twitter that I remember shopping this book around for maybe a year or two, trying to sell it to any small press that would look at bisexual erotica.  

I can't tell you exactly how many times Ondine was rejected, but it felt like a lot--and it stung, because I was a new author.  

What I realize now, all these many year later, is how grateful I am to all the editors who rejected Ondine, because they helped me shape it into the much better novella it ultimately became.  My rejections were always accompanied by suggestions about how I could get the book to flow better, and how I could make it more satisfying for readers. I made a lot of changes before it became the book it was in its first edition.

And I've made even more changes since then. 

When I opened up the file to take what I thought would be an excruciating pass at it before republishing (the book was formerly published by Excessica), I realized I had actually done a pretty thorough overhaul a few years ago, before including it in a collection I was putting together.  This was a few years ago, but I'd completely forgotten all the work I'd done. So Ondine was actually in much better shape than I imagined.  

The editing process for this new edition was much easier and more enjoyable than I thought it would be. Ondine was the first thing I ever wrote that wasn't a short story, so I thought it would be terrible. It's not! It's a great little book, and the plot keeps you guessing.  

Ondine is back on the market, and I invite you to read it today! Available as an ebook and in print!

Novice painter Evelyn Fon gets more attention than she bargained for after receiving her first big commission with the brand new Drinkwater Hotel. Who would have guessed Gavin Drinkwater, heir to the family fortune, would take such a keen personal interest in her? 

But when Evelyn arrives at the hotel's elegant gala celebration, she soon discovers she's there as a date for Gavin Drinkwater Senior, her crush's elitist—albeit incredibly handsome—father!

In an attempt to escape the party, not to mention her embarrassment, Evelyn stumbles upon Gavin's mother, Imelda. Over a bottle of champagne, Imelda tells the tale of her torrid lesbian love affair with a young ballerina named Ondine. But, as Evelyn soon finds out from the Drinkwater patriarch, there's more deception to her love story than even Imelda is aware.

Can Evelyn uncover the truths buried in the past and reunite Gavin's estranged free-loving parents? And will her role in the drama earn her a place in the heart of the bashful heir?

A sensual journey through the worlds of ballet, art, and passionate liaisons, Ondine is a pansexual exploration wrapped in a boy-meets-girl tale of mix-ups and misunderstandings.

Ondine is available now from a number of ebook retailers, and coming soon to even more!

I always like to provide you with a few direct links, so here's where you can buy Ondine at Smashwords:
and Amazon:
and Google Play:
and Kobo:

and you can get the brand new HARDCOVER edition here:

Friday, February 25, 2022

You're not going to screw yourself...

Note: This post was originally written in 2017.

A couple months ago, my mom bumped into a family friend she hadn't seen in a while. The friend asked, "What's Giselle up to these days?"

My mom proudly replied, "Giselle is a self-published author!"

When she told my sister and I this story, we burst out laughing.

My mom said, "What? Self-published--isn't that the good one?"

Classic Mom. My work has been published by imprints of Simon and Schuster, HarperCollins and even Oxford University Press, yet my mother goes around gleefully telling the world I'm a self-published author. "Isn't that the good one?"

Self-publishing has generally been more lucrative for me than placing my work with small presses. That's what my mom had latched onto, in conversation. My sister and I tried to explain the snobbery that still exists in the worlds of reading, writing, and publishing. If you go around saying you're a self-published author, most people hear "I suck and nobody's willing to publish my work."

I won't speculate as to whether I suck (my opinion of my writing varies with mood), but over the past 10 years my work has appeared in well over 100 print anthologies. That's in addition to ebooks placed at far too many small presses. I don't say any of this to brag, only to convey that I know for sure there are people out there who are willing to publish my work.

Or, there used to be.

So much has changed since I first started writing. Just today, I got word another anthology my short fiction was accepted for has been scrapped by the published. That's FIVE cancelled contracts this year.

As I've probably mentioned, I never set out to be a writer. I started writing on a dare. I'd just been laid off from my job in the big bad business world and was having a bit of a quarter-life crisis. I felt like I needed to pick a career and stick with it.

Ten years ago, I couldn't see this far into the future. I'd never have imagined I would self-publish my work. The erotica world seemed dominated by websites, magazines, smallish presses and largish presses. I wrote short stories to answer calls for submission. I'd never read an ebook, but I started writing them for small publishers. I'm not saying everything I wrote just magically got published. Trust me--I saw my share of rejection letters. My book Ondine was probably rejected by 6 different publishers. But it needed to be. I got great advice from some very caring editors and improved the book incrementally.

I'd only been writing a few years when author acquaintances started opening their own publishing houses catering to niche markets. I liked the idea of getting in on the ground floor (worked well for me with eXcessica), and I also wanted to support fellow authors who were beginning their own ventures. So I submitted a few works here, a few works there.

Pretty soon, I had ebooks (short stories/novels/novellas) placed with... oh, easily 20 different publishers.

That wasn't my first mistake, but it was probably my biggest.

I've never been an all-your-eggs-in-one-basket type, but Marge Simpson's got a good point when she says, "What would you have me do? One basket for each egg?"

There comes a point where the baskets themselves become too much to carry. In writing terms, how do you keep sending new work to 20 different publishers? If you slack, you're not going to satisfy fans at that publishing house. Putting out new stuff gets eyes on your backlist. Without those eyes, sales stagnate.

There was a point where I had a bunch of royalty cheques coming in for less than $10 each. And then less than $2 each. If I'd consolidated all those efforts with one publisher I really trusted, I think I'd have fared much better.

The trouble is, with the exception of a small handful of publishers, I wasn't working with people I had a lot of faith in. That's dangerous. Some publishers seemed to take their jobs less seriously than I took mine. That's extremely dangerous. That's when you get into publishers who don't bother to send you royalty reports. Or payments. Because they just don't feel like it or whatever.

One thing I've learned over the years is that you don't need to be good at business to run a business. Just because you've decided to become a publisher doesn't mean you're going to behave professionally. I've witnessed more than one publisher treat authors like shit behind the scenes. I had a reader email me one time to say they were having trouble downloading a book and when they wrote to the publisher, the response was basically, "Are you some kind of idiot? You're too stupid to figure out how to download a book?"

You think I'm exaggerating. I wish!

The real kicker was that this particular reader was also a well-respected book reviewer. Save me, Jebus.

When I first started out, I found publishers on the Erotica Readers and Writers Association website and then looked them up on Piers Anthony's site to find out all the dirt. Of course, I couldn't research the startups I hooked up with. They were too new. No data available.

I strongly encourage authors to do their research. Find out who you're getting into bed with. If you trust no one, get into bed with alone. Like Alison Tyler says: "You're not going to screw yourself." (that's not an exact quote, btw)

Wow, I sound really down on publishers. I'm not. I've found great success and incredible support with some. But not all. Most of the publishers I've worked with haven't been jerks. They've done their best, just like I've done mine, but the money wasn't there. Sales were crappy, so we parted ways. That's business.

I'm not sure what the takeaway is, here. Do your homework? Don't get into bed with acquaintances? Don't spread yourself too thin? I don't know. I still make too many mistakes to be giving anyone advice.

Tuesday, February 22, 2022

Handwritten Notes: Ondine

I'm in the process of republishing my billionaires and ballerinas book ONDINE, which was formerly published by Excessica.

Strangely enough, I just came across a few pieces of paper related to this book.

Here we have a first draft of the blurb I wrote in 2008, when ONDINE was originally published. 

And here are some notes I made while initially plotting ONDINE back in 2006. 

Ondine is currently available as an ebook from select retailers. In the next few days and weeks, you'll be able to find the ebook and print versions at a wide variety of retailers.

Sunday, February 20, 2022

New Cover for Wedding Heat: Friday Collection

 I've created new cover art for my Wedding Heat: Friday collection, and it's currently available from a variety of ebook retailers.

Wedding Heat: Friday contains the first six novelettes in the Wedding Heat series.  Not only is it great value for money, but it's also the only way to read my Wedding Heat stories at the moment. The individual tales were originally published by Excessica. As you probably know by now, the publishing house shut down as of January 1st of this year. 

I do plan to republish the Wedding Heat stories individually, but probably not until this spring/summer.  I think there are currently 14 stories in the series, and I'm trying to decide whether I want to create new covers for all those sexy little novelettes. 

Anyway, you can still buy the collections. They are available as ebooks and in print.  Actually, I just remembered I made an audiobook version as well. How could I forget a thing like that?  I recorded it myself!

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

This box set of Wedding Heat novelettes contains all six books from the series’ first season.

What’s in the box? Straight, gay, bisexual, lesbian, and transgender erotic stories featuring ménage, BBW, fetish, older adults, and even office romance!

In “One in the Hand” a married couple develops a love of outdoor sex en route to their niece’s wedding. In “Two in the Bush” a curvy girl and her coworker crush come together with the help of a beautiful stranger.

“Skinny Dipping” follows Joey as he strips down and swims with the boys, only to lose his virginity to Greg. Next up, Vanessa finds out a secret about Maggie that might just land them both in hot water.

In “MILF of the Groom,” rumours about Ellora have been greatly exaggerated, but she can’t resist a younger man’s advances. When Farrah meets up with a long-lost love, can he cherish her transgender heart in “If the Shoes Fit”?

This wedding’s already got serious sizzle, and it’s only Friday night!

Here are just a few places you can find the Wedding Heat: Friday collection

Saturday, February 19, 2022

Before You Buy Secret Confessions: 36 Erotic Encounters...

Some people really love letter-style erotic confessions... and some people really hate them. 

Do you know the kind of short stories I mean? They tend to be quick down and dirty sex stories told in the first person. These "letters" focus on what happened, who touched what and where--wham, bam, thank you ma'am. 

Maybe they're kinky. Maybe they involve sex between people who shouldn't be having sex together. Maybe they're about a first time, a first experience with a certain type of sex act. Maybe they're about things that seem scary or squicky or gross until you give them a go. 

There are entire magazines devoted to this kind of sex story, the erotic letter.  A lot of readers think they're great. And other readers can't stand them, think they're too short, not enough character development, they're all about sex--too much sex! 

Well, if you hate erotic letters, please DO NOT BUY Secret Confessions: 36 Erotic Encounters


Because it's a book entirely devoted to erotic letters. 36 of them, to be exact. 

And if you love erotic letters? 

Hehe... then do I have a book for you!

No naughty encounter is ever complete until you tell somebody about it. And who doesn’t feel a tingle while reading a naughty story and wondering, “Is this true? Did that really happen?”

In this collection, you’ll find a whopping 36 erotic stories, as explicit as they are wicked! These confessions involve lesbian encounters, exhibitionism, porn appreciation, voyeurism, masturbation and self-love, cheating and deception, threesomes, group sex, sploshing, ice play, public sex, fisting, sex with a loving partner, female fantasies, rimming, anal play, stranger sex, double penetration, spanking, insertions, bondage, and so much more!


I’m sleeping with a married man. There. I had to get that off my chest.

You’ll understand, I’m sure, if I don’t tell you his name. After all, he could be someone you know. Or you may know his wife or his kids. I wouldn’t want word to get back to them. And just because he’s cheating doesn’t mean he’s a bad man. He isn’t bad, he simply has needs. We all do.

So, what’s it like? Well, last Saturday was a perfect example. At 5:30 in the morning, I heard his key in my door. That smooth metallic noise wakes me every time. It’s better than an alarm clock. I’d been looking forward to seeing him all week. I look forward to it every week.

He tells his wife he likes to jog early in the morning, before pollution envelops the city. He tells her he enjoys his run better when there are fewer people on the sidewalks, and when the sun hasn’t yet risen. These are only half-truths, because he actually does jog all the way from his house to mine. I doubt if his wife even notices anymore when he rolls out of bed before dawn. I doubt if she ever notices him at all. That’s fine. I’ve taken it upon myself to notice him. In fact, I could notice him all day and all night, if I ever had the opportunity.

I emerged from the depths of slumber as he kicked off his shoes in my front hall. I scrambled out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom. When you only get to see your lover once a week, you always want to look and smell and taste perfect. And morning breath is a major turn-off. When I switched off the bathroom light, my eyes couldn’t adjust fast enough to the darkness of my bedroom.

I asked, “Where are you?” as I walked straight into him. Ouch. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

He concurred with his standard stand-by, “Likewise.”

“All week I’ve been waking up and asking myself, ‘Is it Saturday yet…?’”

That’s all I managed to say before he kissed me. An entire week’s worth of kisses in less than one minute.

Secret Confessions is available as an ebook, audiobook, and in print!

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Friday, February 18, 2022

#Taboo Hotel #Sex Stories: #Erotica Behind Closed Doors!
What’s the sexy secret behind hotel hook-ups?

At a hotel, anything’s possible. We can do things we would never dream of at home. We can even surrender to forbidden temptations…

In this erotic anthology, travel to six sinful hotel rooms and witness acts of sheer erotic depravity. Once these pairs find themselves in the same hotel room, there’s no stopping the illicit acts that will ensue.

Leave your inhibitions at the door. It’s time to enter the Taboo Hotel!

Warning: This collection of taboo erotica contains sexual interactions between distant cousins, step relations, daddies and daughters, a MILF and her son’s best friend, plus one lusciously fertile babysitter and the man she serves. Reader discretion is advised.

Brought to you courtesy of the dirty minds of:

READ AN EXCERPT from one of Lexi's smutty barely-legal stepdaddy stories:

“I want you to do things normal teenagers do,” Walt went on.

“But I’m not a normal teenager and I don’t want to be one!”

That’s when Walt did something he’d never done to her before: he placed his hand on the curve of her bum and stroked it gently.

Did he think she was family pet? Why was he doing that?

Her impulse was to tell him to stop… except every time he ran his warm hand over her bum like that, the pulsing sensation built in that forbidden place.

She knew it was wrong, but it felt so good.

What would her mother say?!?

“Isn’t there anything you like that normal teenagers like?” Walt asked.

“No,” she spat. “Normal teenagers are idiots. They drink and do drugs and kill all their brain cells, and they don’t even care!”

“There must be something,” Walt asked quietly, encouragingly. He hadn’t stopped stroking her bum. “Can’t you think of even one thing normal teens have that you… want?”

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Sitting for Cynthia #Lesbian #Babysitter #Erotica

Sitting for Cynthia

Lesbian Erotica
By Giselle Renarde
Word Count: 5,500

When Cynthia comes home from a bad date, she’s frustrated in more ways than one. She knows she’s got a rockin’ bod, so how come the fish aren’t biting? Her lesbian sitter knows the answer. Lin might be a much younger woman, but she’s known Cynthia for years. Maybe what this hot cougar needs is a pretty little kitten to show her how it’s done…


“Lin!” Cynthia said. “You’re not wearing a bra?”

“I don’t need a bra,” I said, bashfully. “My boobs are, like… non-existent.”

“They’re beautiful.”

Cynthia reached out to run her thumb over my tightening nipple, and that’s what made me look down. That’s what ultimately drew my gaze to her impressive cleavage and her shiny cream-coloured bra. Her panties matched, but they were high-waisted—not the kind I was used to seeing. They reminded me of the kind of underwear you’d see in vintage pin-up photos.

That’s when Cynthia became surreal, for me. That’s when she moved from being this woman who worked with my mom and whose daughter I babysat to this… this goddess. I mean, what else would you call a woman like that? So voluptuous her breasts spilled out the top of her bra with every breath.

“Wow,” I said, barely more than a breath.

Cynthia smiled gently as she traced her thumbs over my sweet pink nipples.

What would hers look like?

I needed to know.

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Tuesday, February 15, 2022

Wear My Words! Giselle Renarde Merch is Here

Good news! If you've ever wanted to support my writing business in T-shirt form, now you can. Giselle Renarde Merch is available from Amazon, so you can wear my words. Here's a selection of what's currently available, although there are way more colour selections for you to look at when you click through to Amazon. More to come!


Giselle Renarde Signature Merch T-Shirt
Here's the tank top
And a comfy sweatshirt

Canada Just Got Hotter Giselle Renarde Merch Sweatshirt
Here's the tank top
And the T-shirt

Ondine la ballerine Tank Top
Standard T-Shirt

Girls Just Wanna Have Girls Giselle Renarde Merch Premium T-Shirt
or get the Girls Just Wanna Have Girls Tank Top
There's also this cool raglan baseball top

Seven Kisses Giselle Renarde Merch Premium T-Shirt
Giselle Renarde Retro 70s Merch T-Shirt
There's also a sweatshirt
And a tank top

Saturday, February 12, 2022

A Man Needs A Maid: A Paranormal Billionaire Romance

Wanna read a novel? A romance novel? A hot one, starring a billionaire widower, his maid, and a vengeful ghost that's already killed, like, three people?

Then the book you're looking for is A Man Needs A Maid.

When Aviva becomes maid to a tech-boom billionaire, she can’t help falling in love. Wallace is a handsome widower who spoils her without ever losing his down-to-earth attitude. But if Wallace is a dream, his house is the worst kind of nightmare--it’s haunted by a violent ghost! Can Aviva cope or will the mysterious spirit drive man and maid apart forever?

A Paranormal Billionaire Romance.

I've got an excerpt to share with you:

His pull was magnetic. She couldn’t have torn herself away, even if she’d wanted to.

But she didn’t want to. Oh, no.

Curiosity and amusement played across his face, like he couldn’t imagine what she saw in him, but he was oh so glad she saw it.

When her lips met his, her heart throbbed so madly she could feel it in her throat. His facial hair tickled the tender skin around her mouth. At any other time she might have laughed, but not now. The moment was too intense for that, especially when he planted his palm hard against her back and drew her in to a smouldering kiss. His facial hair didn’t tickle her, then.

The heat of his embrace made her weak. Thank goodness she was already sitting, because her knees would have given out by now. He’d have to hold her upright, drawing her close to his chest as he cupped the back of her head and kissed her.

Time slowed to molasses—dark, sweet, and rich. She breathed through his body as his tongue melted against hers. Her hand found his cheek and she petted his beard. It didn’t feel so rough or prickly against her palm. Actually, she liked it. There was something about a neat beard that made a man seem sure of himself. The power in his kiss gave her a similar impression. She’d never been kissed like this. Never in her life.

She couldn’t come up for air.

A Man Needs A Maid is available in print or as an ebook. Buy now from:

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Thursday, February 10, 2022

The Big Book of Orgasms: 69 Sexy Stories (Volume 2)

There's a new erotic anthology in town, and I've got a story in it. 

The Big Book of Orgasms (Volume 2) is edited by the one and only Rachel Kramer Bussel. 

My lesbian story in this collection is called PUSSY BREATH. It's about hooking up with an ex before rushing off to a business meeting. Been there? Done that? If not, read all about it!

I love the size and shape of this book, and the cover model melts me. 

If you like orgasms (or, at least, stories about orgasms),
buy your copy today or find out more at

Saturday, February 5, 2022

Callie and the College Boys: Older Woman, Younger Men MFM Ménage Erotic Romance

Callie and the College Boys

Older Woman, Younger Men
MFM Ménage Erotic Romance

by Giselle Renarde

Callie’s cottage has been taken over… by college boys!

All Callie needs is a weekend away from real life. Just two calm days at her haven of relaxation. Is that really too much to ask? Apparently so, because when she gets to her summer home it’s full of young people: friends of her son’s and students at the nearby university.

Is she angry? Not after falling into bed with two young men and a bottle of Kahlua! But can the love of two college boys solve all life’s problems? Or will family issues throw shade on Callie's sunny getaway?

Note: this title was originally published as "Callie and the Hipsters."

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Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Cold Hard Cash: A #Sexy #Stepbrother Story
Cold Hard Cash
A Sexy Stepbrother Story
By Giselle Renarde

Carver thought his stepsister was nothing but a goody-goody college student… until he saw her on stage! Turns out his stepsister is a sexy stripper by night! And if she’ll dance for strange men in exchange for cold hard cash, what will she give to convince Carver to keep her secret safe?

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