Monday, April 29, 2013

New Anthology: Smut by the Sea, Volume 2

How's this for a cover, eh?

I got word that Smut by the Sea, Volume 2 is now available.  It includes my sybian story "Arcane Arcade." 

The idea came to me while watching an old episode of Heartbeat... or maybe it was The Royal... no, I'm pretty sure it was Heartbeat.  The antiquated seaside amusement arcade really intrigued me.  We don't have anything like that here in Canada--mind you, I've never been to the Maritimes or to BC, so what the hell do I know?  Maybe there are plenty of ocean-view arcades and I've just never seen them.

Want a little taste from Arcane Arcade?


“Have you ever dreamed of making love to me in an arcade?”
Denny’s throat clenched.  “Umm… only every single night!”
Moira giggled as he helped her to her feet.  “How long do you think we’ve got before the old man gets back?”
“If we’ve got five minutes, that’s long enough.”  Denny rushed to the door and flipped the deadlock, just to be sure.  “How should we do it?  You could bend over the pinball and I could…”
Denny trailed off as his gaze landed on a strange machine he hadn’t noticed before.
Moira turned around, following his gaze to the contraption in the corner.  “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”  Denny jingled the tokens against his palm.  “Looks like one of those bull-riding thingies from the cowboy bars.”
Moira chuckled as she moved toward the machine.  “Looks quite old.”
“It has dials,” Denny said.  “Look: low, medium, high, off.  And this one says small, medium, large, or none.  It’s set to none right now.”
Touching the rubbery nubs on the machine’s saddle, Moira smiled keenly.  “I think I know what it does.”
“What?” Denny asked as she hopped on, straddling the contraption.  There was a handle to hold at the front of the saddle.  Sitting up there, she looked like she was riding a horse.
“Okay, ready to go.  Put a token in.”
“What’s it going to do?”
Moira bit her lip.  “You’ll see.”


Smut by the Sea Volume 2, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked beaches of Brazil to the altogether cooler coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea Volume 2 has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Amusement arcades, beach houses, mermaids, honeymooners, shipwrecks, sex toys and more abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Contains stories from Victoria Blisse, Tilly Hunter, Rachel Randall, Giselle Renarde, Tamsin Flowers, Lucy Felthouse, Kate Britton, Jillian Boyd, Bel Anderson, Cass Peterson, Delyth Angharad, T C Mill, Erzabet Bishop, Tenille Brown and Annabeth Leong.

Available from:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Smut-Volume-Absolute-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00CFP1W5U/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1367285670&sr=1-1&keywords=smut+by+the+sea+volume+2
http://www.amazon.com/Smut-Volume-Absolute-Erotica-ebook/dp/B00CFP1W5U/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1367285541&sr=8-1&keywords=smut+by+the+sea+volume+2

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-smutbytheseavolume2-1166823-144.html?referrer=6bdb1f9160564c0525b41f36e51861a0

Coming Soon to All Other Good eBook Retailers.

*****

Editor Sites:

http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk

http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Solve a Mystery and Win Canadian Money

Because that's what everybody wants, eh?  Canadian cash.

I'm still sorting out two weeks worth of emails (I know I said that last night, but... yeah, it's taking a while) and I found an email from Kobo saying they're hosting a mystery contest that could win you 5,000 loonies. That's 2,500 toonies.  That's 1,000 little blue bills with kids playing hockey on the back. In other words, $5,000.  Canadian.

That's not to say this is a Canada-only contest.  It's open to Canada, US, and UK.  Sorry, rest of the world.  You miss out on a little piece of the Great White North.

Here are the details:

April 25, 2013

Kicking off today, Readers have the opportunity to channel their inner Robert Langdon to solve puzzles by gathering clues found in three original short stories authored by J.F. Penn, available free of charge at the Kobo bookstore. A new short story will be released weekly over three week. There's more than meets the eye for players who accept `The Descent' challenge, as they are taken beyond the books to collect additional clues online that will be needed to decode the mystery. The first player to successfully solve the mystery will win a single $5,000 CAD cash prize and a Kobo Glo eReader signed by Dan Brown.

The first short story, Sins of Temptation is available now.

When the mutilated corpse of a wealthy author is found within the grounds of a stately home, the police officer sent to investigate finds a curious diary amongst the occult objects that dominate the scene. Will he uncover the author¿s secret at the ruined chapel that lies across the wasteland, and does he really want to pay the price of such knowledge? 
 
Throughout the contest, additional clues and guidance will be given to players through Kobo's social media channels which will help them solve the puzzle.

`The Descent' contest is open to residents of the United States, Canada (excluding Qu├ębec) and the United Kingdom, and runs from April 25 to May 14, 2013. No purchase necessary.

For more information and full contest terms & conditions, please visit the contest landing page: kobo.com/thedescent

Friday, April 26, 2013

Promotional Opportunity for Authors: AReCafe Blog Topics

I'm reading two weeks worth of e-mails right now.  You know when you put something off and then the task seems ridiculously overwhelming?  Yeah.  That.

Anyhoo, I got this list of ARe's upcoming blog topics from Leigh Ellwood and it seemed like the sort of thing that many of you would find useful. Have a look:

*permission to forward*

AReCafe.com
Please find below the editorial calendar for AReCafe.com for the rest of the year. AReCafe is the social/promotions site for All Romance, and a great place to reach new readers. Regular blog posts are available to authors at no charge, and there are premium ad opportunities there as well.

AReCafe is proud to feature authors of all genres of romance - contemporary to paranormal, sweet to erotic.

If you have titles available for sale at AllRomance.com and/or OmniLit.com and you're interested in a blog posts for any of the themed months, please email arecafe@gmail.com


Thanks!

June - LGBT month (all spots currently filled, but we will take stand-by names in the event somebody is MIA)

July - Romance tropes, different ones featured throughout the month. See schedule below.

August - Shapeshifter month, featuring shifters of all species

September - A celebration of book series, good time for authors with a series to promo

October - It's Halloween all month long, everything from horror and suspense, paranormal to gothic

November - NaNoWriMo month - We'd love to have authors talk about their first books and writing/submitting advice

December - Winter holidays (Christmas, Hanukkah, etc.), heat us up during the many chilly nights!


July - Romance Novel Tropes

1 - Marriage of Convenience
2 - Hero/heroine suffers amnesia
3 - Enemies to lovers
4 - Finding love on vacation
5 - Falling for best friend's brother/sister
8 - Reformed rakes in Regency romances
9 - Forbidden love
10 - Reuniting with old flame
11 - Ugly ducking hero/heroine
12 - Social class differences 
15 - Mistaken identity
16 - Gay for you
17 - Lovers in competition with each other
18 - Trapped/stranded together
19 - Secret baby
22 - Kidnap/hostage
23 - Reigniting marriage
24 - Disabled hero/heroine
25 - Cross-country trip
26 - May/December romance
29 - Hero/heroine returns to childhood home
30 - Revenge romance
31 - Dark secrets

Kathryn Lively
Community Manager - AReCafe.com

Thursday, April 25, 2013

New Anthologies: Big Bondage and Only You


Stuff comes in the mail, and I show it to you.  That's how things work around here.

My latest prizes are contributors' copies of Alison Tyler's Big Book of Bondage and Rachel Kramer Bussel's Only You.

Let's start with bondage.



You can read Sharon Wachsler's review of my story, Double Dutch, right here: http://sharonwachsler.blogspot.ca/2013/01/big-book-of-bondage-blog-tour-giselle.html
You can read my review of Donna George Storey's naughty chair here: http://donutsdesires.blogspot.ca/2013/01/donnas-in-naughty-chair.html

It's a fat little book.  I wasn't expecting that, for some reason.

The Big Book of Bondage shares the same dimensions as Cleis Press' 69-story collections like... oh, what are they called?  The brain's not firing today.  I can see the covers in my mind, but I guess I'll have to get up and look at my bookshelf.  One was edited by Sacchi Green and the other by Rachel Kramer Bussel.  I'm lying on my couch right now, under a fleece blanket, with my computer in my lap.  I wish to hell I could remember what those books were called.  But I can't.  Okay, I'm getting up.  brb

Girl Fever and Gotta Have It.


And while I was perusing my bookshelf, I realized Alison Tyler's Sudden Sex anthology is another short-and-fat one.  If you don't own any of these books, buy one.  Or buy them all.

Okay, on to Only You.



Here's what editor Rachel Kramer Bussel says about my story in her introduction:

“Forgotten Bodies,” by Giselle Renarde, addresses the ways we can forget our own bodies, not to mention our partner’s libido, in long-term relationships. Susan goes so far as to hide in the bathroom to avoid sex with her husband, only to discover that he’s cooking up something new and naughty for them to try.

This is one of those (rare?) stories that's not about me.  Well, maybe it is.  Maybe it's about a future version of me.  My character, Susan, is on the other side of a hill I'm still climbing.  She lost her libido all at once.  It wasn't a slow progression, for her.  One day it was there, the next day it was gone.  That was some time ago.  For years, she's had zero interest in sex.  She's gone along when her husband wanted it, but it wasn't for her.

"Forgotten Bodies" is a wake-up call with a smack on the ass.

There's a cure for everything, I tells ya.

Hugs,
Giselle


Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Nanny State: Read the First Chapter~Right Here, Right Now!

Nanny State is a little much for some readers--a novella about lesbian age play isn't everybody's cup of tea.  But it is mine, and who knows?  It might be yours too!

Read the first chapter now:


“Victoria?”

The lights were off when I got back to the house—very unusual, because my strict landlady Victoria was pretty much always around.  She’d converted the extra bedroom into an office years before I came out here for school, and that’s where she worked as some sort of typist.  I never asked for details about what she did for a living.  I didn’t really care.

I know that sounds mean, but Victoria was hard to sympathize with.  At times, she was unbearably controlling.  She demanded I come home promptly after class, and I always resented the way she’d stand in the living room with one eye on her watch, asking, “What time do you call this, Summer?”

Victoria was an old friend of my mom’s, but the longer I stayed with her the more she acted like she owned me, like I was a little kid in need of protection.  Who did she think she was, bossing me around in that passive-aggressive way of hers?

“Victoria?  Are you up here?”  I climbed the stairs, turning on every light as I went.

As much as I complained about Victoria breathing down my neck every hour of the day, I hated being alone in the house.  It gave me the creeps.  If I could afford it, I’d get a nice little apartment of my own, but that would mean finding a job.  After getting fired from my last two restaurant gigs I couldn’t get a reference to save my life.

Anyway, until I finished university it was better to focus my time on writing papers and studying for exams.  That’s a big part of the reason I transferred schools and came out here to live.  Back home I got way too distracted by hot friends and good times.

In fact, the thing I missed most about my freedom was all the meaningless sex.  Under Victoria’s roof, I couldn’t get away with shit.  School and home, bedroom door open at all times.  She even had the parental block set on the TV so I couldn’t watch anything with “mature themes.”

My poor pussy was craving attention, and the most I could give it was a little stroke in the shower.  Even then, Victoria timed me as if I was wasting water.  After five minutes, she’d be knocking on the door, hollering, “What are you doing in there?”

I stood at the top of the stairs, gazing into open, empty rooms.  “Victoria?”

No response.

That settled it—she wasn’t home!  No way I was going to miss this opportunity to do something naughty.  Racing into my bedroom, I shut the door and pulled my laptop out of my bag.

My heart thundered in my ears while a thick heat pulsed low in my belly, spreading all the way down my thighs.  I couldn’t wait.

“Gimme the good stuff,” I said as I clicked on my favourite porn site.  It had a feature where you could search out what you liked best.

I typed in lesbian orgasms.

There was nothing I loved better than watching real girls come, and I looked through the thumbnails for one where the women weren’t bleach blondes.  Girls with tattoos got me off almost immediately, so when I found a porn clip starring one inky vixen with hot pink streaks in her hair and one innocent looking redhead, I was all over it.

When the video began, the tattooed girl was already sucking the redhead’s tits, thank god.  I hated when lesbian clips started with ten minutes of kissing.  Sure kissing was hot, but when I watched porn I wanted it to be on fire.

This clip definitely fit the bill.  After fifteen seconds of ogling that leather-clad punk as she suckled the pallid redhead, my panties were soaked through.  I reached under the elastic waist of my Uni track pants and cupped my mound over my juicy, soaked underwear.

Victoria had disposed of all my sexy thongs the first time she did laundry, replacing them with white cotton undies.  Totally not sexy, but I never did like going commando so I just grew extra cautious about letting people get an impromptu look at my panties.

“Fuck yeah!”

The chick with the ink planted rough kisses and love bites down the redhead’s paper-white belly.  God, they were hot together.  I hadn’t eaten pussy in months, and I missed it so bad I could almost taste that heavy, musky aroma at the back of my throat.

“Yeah, lick her hard,” I told the girl onscreen.  “Suck her clit, you fucking slut.”

I didn’t mind calling instructions out to my computer.  Didn’t make me feel crazy or anything.  I figured, hell, if I had the house to myself for once I should take full advantage and make a little noise.  When Victoria was home, I always had to be quiet as a church mouse and it was driving me nuts.

When the tattooed girl lunged against the redhead’s bush, a growl rumbled deep inside of me.  I wasn’t sure who I should be more jealous of: the one doing the licking or the one getting licked.  Fuck, I loved the look of that bright red pussy hair.  So many girls in porn were shaved—hell, so was I—but it really turned me on to see a full cloud of pubic hair between a woman’s thighs.

The tattooed girl seemed to like it, too.  She ate that redhead’s pussy wildly and without remorse, like a wolf tearing into a bunny rabbit.  The redhead reacted in a big way, shrieking and whimpering, her voice mellifluous even when she grunted and groaned.

I pushed my bottoms to the floor and spread my legs for the girls onscreen.  Parting my smooth lips, I traced my middle finger round and round my sensitive clit, pretending they could see me.

“You like my pretty pussy, huh?”  I smacked it for them, jumping in my chair as the slap to my clit rang through my body.  “Look how much you turn me on, you little sluts.  I’m all fucking wet for you.”

Stroking my clit with one hand, I pulled up my t-shirt with the other.  It was tight enough to stay there, hiked above my breasts as I tugged my tits out of my bra.  When I pinched my nipples, a surge of electricity zapped down to my clit.  If only I could do what the redhead onscreen was doing, bringing her breasts up to her mouth and sucking them, but my boobs were nowhere near as big as hers.

“God, I love your tits,” I told her, pretending she’d heard me and that smile on her plump pink lips was acknowledgement.

The girl between her legs ate her hard, ravaging her clit.  She hugged her tits and shrieked.  Planting her feet against the mattress, she bucked up against the tattoo girl’s wet face.  Watching her lips contort with blissful agony set my belly ablaze, and I scoured my clit so hard and so fast I came when she did—and I came hard!

But once was never enough when I was getting myself off.  I cupped my mound, squeezing it in my hot hand, feeling my slick inner lips pound and pulse against the outer ones.

When the porn clip finished, I reached for the touch pad on my laptop.  My goal was to get the cursor to a thumbnail of a naked blonde and an Asian woman with giant boobs, but my fingers were wet and my aim was off.  I ended up clicking another video instead.

My belly flip-flopped when the clip started.  It was another lesbian scene, but I’d never come across anything like it before.  There was a woman in her forties, I guess, wearing a prim dress unbuttoned at the front so her big naked breasts were fully exposed.  In her arms, she cradled a girl who was probably about my age.  Like a baby.  So much like at baby that the girl was wearing a diaper!

“What the fuck is this?”

I’d seen some kinky-ass porn in my day, but nothing had ever made my heart clench and my stomach wrench like this did.  It seemed really wrong, and I urged my hand to click another thumbnail, but my fingers would not obey.

When the younger woman took the older one’s nipple in her mouth, my pussy gushed with juice.  There was something mesmerizing about the way she sucked that woman’s tit, like she derived more than just sexual pleasure from it.  And the woman in the dress—wow!  The look on her face was so serene, so loving, that my heart warmed as I watched them together.

“Fuck, I can’t be turned on by this.”  I spoke more to myself than the computer this time.  “This is some crazy shit.”

Even so, my fingers parted my smooth wet pussy lips, tracing up and down my slit and bursting inside while my thumb found my clit.  My whole body surged.  Sure I’d just come, but that wave of orgasm was still close at hand.  Stroking my clit in tight circles, I thrust my fingers languorously in and out of my pussy, savouring the wet squelching sound they made in there.  It wouldn’t be long until I was riding that wave of climax again.

I watched the scene on my computer more intensely than I’d ever watched any other porn clip.  Mainly, I think I wanted to understand why I found it so arousing.  And at the same time, of course, I didn’t want to know at all.  I just kept fucking myself and toying with my clit as the maternal older woman stroked the younger girl’s fine blonde hair, rubbed her back, and caressed her thigh.

It all looked so intimate and serenely sensual that I wanted the same thing, though I didn’t know why.  I loved the way the younger girl’s smallish breasts pressed against the older woman’s bare belly, just above where her dress was still buttoned up.

“Suck my tits, baby.”  I pinched them one by one, imagining those pretty pink lips against my nipple, that velvet-soft tongue licking it, bringing it into her warm, wet mouth.

A surge of energy pulsed through my clit, and my pussy muscles tightened around my fingers.  I was going to come watching this crazy fetish porn.  I was going to come watching that pretty young woman suck those big, beautiful tits.  This was unbelievable.

“Summer!”

Every muscle in my body clenched.  My heart seemed to stop beating, and still I struggled to extract my fingers from my pussy and turn off the porn.

Too late anyway.  I’d been caught red-handed.  I’d gotten so involved that I didn’t even hear the door open.

“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?”  Victoria hovered just inside my room, hands on hips.  She hadn’t even taken off her leather boots.

I quickly pulled my t-shirt down to cover my boobs, though my bra was still lodged beneath them.  My face felt burning hot.  It must have been red as a beet!  Still, I couldn’t let her know how embarrassed I felt.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”  I scrambled into my track pants.  “I’m trying to get off—and you’re no help, standing there like the wicked witch of the west.”

Was that the bad one?  I couldn’t remember.

“I have absolutely no intention of helping you in that twisted endeavour.”  Victoria’s gaze kept darting to the computer screen, where the younger woman continued to suckle to older one.

“Besides,” I said.  “My door was closed.  Don’t I deserve a bit of privacy in my own damn bedroom?”

Finally, she let out an exaggerated hmph sound and pushed my wheeled study chair clear across the room.  By the time I’d turned myself around, she’d closed my laptop and was trudging out of my room with it.

Now my blood was really boiling.  That laptop was my private property!  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going with that?”

Victoria gasped, spinning on her heels.  Her face was like marble, hard and white and frightening.  “Mind your language, Summer.  This is still my house, after all.”

“Yeah, no shit!”  I couldn’t control my anger.  The power she wielded like a weapon just made me so damn mad.  “You remind me every day: ‘My roof, my rules.  Your mother sent you here for a reason.’  I’m so sick of you.”  Grabbing hold of my computer, I yanked it from her hands.  “I take all my class notes on this laptop, and I do all my reading on it too.  It’s not a toy, and even if it was, it’s mine, you ugly bitch.”

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion after that.  I held my laptop so close to my chest I could feel its warmth against my pointed nipples.  My breath was coming so fast after all that screaming I worried I might hyperventilate, but I worried even more that Victoria would hit me with something.

It wasn’t right of me to call her an ugly bitch.  I knew that.  And it wasn’t even true.  She was the kind of woman whose skin didn’t know her age, except for the laugh line to one side of her mouth and the crinkles she got around her eyes every time she smiled.  But she sure wasn’t smiling now, or laughing.  I’d never seen her looking so… hurt.

“Wait,” I said as she walked to her bedroom across the hall from mine.

She looked at me, seeming small, gaunt, powerless.  She didn’t say a word.

“I’m sorry, Victoria.”

But it was too late.  She’d already closed her door.

***

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Friday, April 19, 2013

This Might be the Best Idea I've Ever Had...

I needed a place to hang my puff...


And discovered the Red Rider strap-on dildo suctions firmly to my shower tile...

Win-Win!

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Call for Submissions~Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dating Game

Every time I post a call from the Chicken Soup people, I always like to encourage my fellow queer writers to submit. The more we represent, the more we are represented.  And, please, tweet me @gisellerenarde or otherwise let me know if one of your LGBTQ stories gets picked up.  I'm curious!
 
Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dating Game
101 Heartwarming and Humorous Stories about Looking for Love
Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dating Game


It's time to play the dating game! We're looking for stories about your search for love, from first dates all the way to marriage proposals. First dates, blind dates, group dates... we want to hear about all of them.

Meeting the family, embarrassing moments, break-ups and make-ups... we want all of your war stories. Did you find your perfect match online? Did you have an office romance or start a relationship with someone who was once just a friend? Other possible topics include first dates after divorce, reconnecting with a person from your past, or even simply finding your happily-ever-after where you least expected it.

Tell us everything from the great, to the bad, to the VERY bad. We are accepting stories for this book from men and women 19 years and older. The deadline for story and poem submissions is July 15th, 2013. For this book, we prefer contemporary stories from men and women of all ages, and they will be favored over stories about events that happened decades ago.

Please remember, we do not like "as told to" stories. Please write in the first person about yourself or someone close to you. If you ghostwrite a story for someone else we will list that person's name as the author. If a story was previously published, we will probably not use it unless it ran in a small circulation venue. Let us know where the story was previously published in the "Comments" section of the submission form. If the story was published in a past Chicken Soup for the Soul book, please do not submit it.

If your story is chosen, you will be a published author and your bio will be printed in the book if you so choose. You will also receive a check for $200 and 10 free copies of your book, worth more than $100. You will retain the copyright for your story and you will retain the right to resell it.

SUBMISSIONS GO TO OUR WEBSITE
Select the Submit Your Story link on the left tool bar and follow the directions.
The deadline for story and poem submissions is July 15, 2013.