Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Sitting Together: #Lesbian #Erotica

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073CYT7YY?tag=dondes-20
I wrote the story "Sitting Together" for a collection of babysitter erotica, but it's a little different from stories like "Sitting for Cynthia" which features a girl who's 19 or so and the sexy MILF she's babysitting for.

In "Sitting Together" my characters are office workers who are babysitting for another co-worker, but there are a lot of frustrations going on because everyone seems to be in love with the wrong person. There's a lot of unrequited love in this story, but in the end the characters we care about most discover that sometimes the person you crush on isn't right for you.

Yes, it’s true: Brenda is still a virgin. At 26, she’s never even kissed a girl! She’s half in love with divorced Dee, who’s still hung up on her ex-husband, but Dee only sees Brenda as a free babysitter. It’s Silken, Brenda’s friend from the office, who wants everything that’s reserved for Dee. But when Silken makes her feelings known, will Brenda go with the flow or run a mile?

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/732469?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073CYT7YY?tag=dondes-20

Excerpt:

“Have you kissed a girl?”

That was the most embarrassing question anyone could possibly ask. Brenda pressed her palms into her eye sockets and groaned.

“Should I take that as a no?”

Brenda nodded without removing her hands from her eyes.

“Well then you deserve the rest of this ice cream.”

“Thanks.” She went at it.

“No wonder you’re so scared. If you’ve never even kissed a girl you must be freaking out that you won’t know how.”

“I won’t know how!”

“Yes you will,” Silken said, taking on a maternal tone. “It’s not that hard.”

Sitting Together is on sale at the introductory price of $0.99 for a limited time only, so pick up your copy right now!

BN : https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sitting-together-giselle-renarde/1126642247
iTunes : https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1252613006
Kobo : https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/sitting-together-lesbian-erotica

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Last Chance to get In Shadow FREE + A Musical Playlist

FREE BOOK AND PLAYLIST

In Shadow: A Novel


This June, get your free copy of my novel In Shadow from Barnes and Noble, Kobo, iTunes or Smashwords. And, while you're reading this novel you've downloaded absolutely free, I invite you to listen to the playlist of music I put together for you on YouTube.

Many times, I've heard readers say that a book saved their life. For me, it's always been music. Music makes me feel connected to the rest of humanity in a way nothing else does. That's why I wanted to connect with you around my novel, In Shadow, through music. For three weeks, every time I heard a song that matched the tone of my book, I wrote it down on the back of an envelope. And then the front of the envelope. And then on Sunday I spent my day compiling that list in a way I could share with you. Thank you, internet!

And thank you, reader! I hope you'll download your copy of In Shadow and escape into the musical playlist.

Love,
Giselle
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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

In Shadow is FREE for the Month of June

I've told this story many times before.

https://store.kobobooks.com/ebook/in-shadow-a-novel
In November of 2015, I set out to write a stepbrother romance. They were popular at the time and it was National Novel Writing Month and I wanted to cash in.

I failed miserably, as always. If you see a book I've written calling itself a romance, please take that with a grain of salt. My books are queer fiction and erotica. If some of them contain some romance in passing, I hope readers find it fulfilling, but my work contains enough cheating and deception to piss off most romance readers.

So when I started writing "In Shadow," I was hoping for a sexy little cash cow. Instead, I ended up with an unreliable narrator conveying a story that is, in essence, an allegory of the contemporary relationship between Indigenous Peoples and settlers in Canada--a relationship that is all too often prettified, or at very least whitewashed.

I'll let you guess how many readers were anxiously awaiting this book's release. Here's a hint: not a lot.

Canadians are so nice. No matter where you live in the world, that's the one thing you know about us. We're SO NICE. And I think that niceness is what leads us to not want to discuss colonization and its impact on Indigenous Peoples down the generations. It's not nice to think about the negative ways in which our presence on stolen land has impacted (and continues to impact) the lives of those who were here long before us.

But we're so nice! We had good intentions!

Well, when your good intentions lead to cultural genocide, guess what? Fuck those "good intentions," because look at their impact. It's time to stop hiding behind the idea of good intentions and start acknowledging the history of this country for what it really is.

And not just history! We need to pay attention to what's going on in the present moment too. This is supposed to be a time of Truth and Reconciliation, and all I'm seeing are a bunch of streamers and party hats. 

But history is a good starting point, because many horrendous atrocities have been committed against Canada's First Peoples. The more history you learn, the more you feel like a piece of shit. But that's a good thing! We all need to get our heads out of the sand a little more and do a lot more acknowledging the consequences of residential schools and similar acts of colonization.

I highly recommend watching APTN's Reel Insight series of documentaries by Indigenous filmmakers. Potlatch Keepers, in particular, is a film I found very moving because of its complexities. I also learned a lot about the ways in which important rituals were criminalized by the Canadian Government.

Today is National Aboriginal Day (which, I hear, will henceforth be known as National Indigenous Peoples Day), so maybe it's shitty of me to give you a book featuring a main character who can't wrap her head around her own racism. But I'm giving this book to you for free, so I don't feel too bad. It's a book I want a lot of people to read. It's a book I think a lot of people need to read.

And if you want to ignore the sordid undercurrent that carries the story forward and read "In Shadow" as a paranormal stepbrother romance where a girl gets raped by a ghost a bunch of times, you can do that too. I don't control your brain. I just wrote a book. What you do with it is up to you.

In Shadow is free this month (ebook only) at many retailers, including:

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/ebook/in-shadow-a-novel
iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1141673003
BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/in-shadow-giselle-renarde/1124327243

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Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Bold Strokes brings us Girls Next Door #Lesbian #Romance

https://www.amazon.com/Girls-Next-Door-Sandy-Lowe-ebook/dp/B071J1WNHH?tag=dondes-20
Sometimes the most intriguing girls are right next door—BFFs, ex-girlfriends, new girls in town, party girls, study mates, teammates, and sexy strangers. All it takes is a night out, the right moment, or an accidental kiss to discover what's been there all along—the perfect girl for a love that lasts a lifetime. Best-selling romance authors tell it from the heart—sexy, romantic stories of falling for the girls next door.

If you're looking for an anthology of lesbian romance stories to read on the beach, by the pool, at the campground, sunbathing at the park, on horseback, during your coffee break, hiding beside the air conditioner, or whatever else you've got planned for the summer, guess what?  I've found it!

On June 20th, Bold Strokes Books is coming out with a collection called Girls Next Door. I've got my copy, and if you pre-order now you'll be seeing yours soon.

My contribution to Girls Next Door is a story called GOLD.

I got the idea while walking around a posh neighbourhood.  Mansions all around, and what goes with mansions?  You got it: gardeners.  I spotted a big butch landscaper working alongside a skinny femme and right away I started making up stories about them. When I got home, I started writing.

My butch character came on strong, larger than life.  In fact, when I submitted this story to Bold Strokes Books I thought there was no way they'd accept it.  My main character was too brash, too full of herself for romance.

But here's the thing about a character, like this one, who's convinced love is beneath her: when she actually falls for someone (the girl who's been working by her side all this time) it really makes your heart go fluttery.  It's a wonderful thing.

Girls Next Door will be available next week, but you can preorder the ebook today from AmazonYou can preorder the print book too, and spend your summer with Girls Next Door!


Saturday, May 27, 2017

Younger Women, Older Men: Scandalous #Erotica

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072JCRTS4?tag=dondes-20
The rumours are true: I've collaborated once more with Lexi Wood to produce a collection of classy-ass adultery stories (mine) and smutty smutty smut stories (Lexi's) involving younger women and older men.

What does she see in him? 


A girl might go after an older man because he’s got money or power or brains, but sometimes it’s simpler than that. Sometimes she’s just plain hot for his body! Older men know how to treat a girl right. They know exactly what to whisper, where to touch, and when to put a girl over his knee. 

In this collection of six salacious stories, savour the flavour of younger women as they take pleasure in the minds and bodies of older men. Even when it’s forbidden, they can’t resist rubbing up against an experienced older man!

In case you're not familiar with the work of Lexi Wood, I'm going to share with you an excerpt from her story Blueberry Brat, which appears in Younger Women, Older Men. Enjoy!


An excerpt from Blueberry Brat by Lexi Wood


The sign said OPEN, but the stand seemed closed. Then Karl spotted what he was looking for sunbathing on a lounger that must have been from the seventies. They didn’t make ‘em like that anymore.

But it wasn’t the chair he was interested in. It was the brat in the blue bikini, wearing sunglasses and chewing a licorice lace. He couldn’t believe the gall of this girl, lying out next to the road for every passerby to gawk at. Had she no shame?

No, of course she didn’t. That’s what brought him back to her.

Karl stood at the foot of the lounger, blocking her sun. She raised her glasses lazily, but she didn’t say a word. Just stared at him with those emerald eyes.

“Did your boyfriend buy that for you?” he asked, indicated the licorice lace.

She set her glasses back down and said, “Colin’s history. I bought this myself.”

“You sure get around.”

“I sure do.”

Karl watched the girl’s white stomach rise and fall with every breath. He wondered how she stayed so white when she worked in the sun, or at least lounged in the sun. He wondered why she wasn’t asking him what he wanted. Maybe it was obvious.

He hadn’t come back for the blueberries.

“Aren’t you afraid?” he asked. “Lying out here all alone, nearly naked?”

“Afraid of what?”

“Afraid of… anything, really.” Afraid of men, he meant, but he didn’t want her thinking she should be afraid of him in particular. She’d already called him a pervert once.

Once was enough.

He spent so long watching her breathe that his every inhale matched hers. She stopped chewing the lace and just sucked it. Her dark glasses reflected the brutal sun, so he couldn’t be sure whether she was looking at him or she had her eyes closed.

“You want more pie?” she asked.

He didn’t know how to answer that question.

Sighing, she slipped both feet over the side of her retro lounge chair and into a pink pair of flip-flops. She walked toward the whitewashed hut, swinging her narrow hips as she went. Flipping the latch on the door at the back, she turned to Karl and asked, “Your wife run off with another guy?”

“No.”

“Is she climbing Mount Kilimanjaro?”

“Hardly.”

“Is she dead?”

That question stopped Karl in his tracks, or would have done if he’d been walking.

“She’s dead?”

The way the girl said that word, so casual and yet so final, made him wonder who’d failed to teach her proper manners. “Yes, my wife has passed.”

“So your kids are orphans?”

“They’re not orphans. They have me.”

“So half-orphans.” She opened the plywood door. With the end of a licorice lace hanging out of her mouth, she said, “I’m a full orphan. Both my parents are dead.”

Karl felt strangely numbed by this admission, but he said, “I’m sorry to hear that.”
With a shrug, she said, “It’s better this way. Now it’s just me and my grandma—and my grandma doesn’t drink.”

Karl’s stomach knotted.

She stepped inside the blueberry hut.

When he didn’t follow, she stuck her head out and asked, “What are you waiting for?”

He was waiting to wake up from this strange dream.

They’d covered quite a lot of heavy territory, which weighed Karl down immensely. This girl seemed to hop over tragedy like a jump rope.

As he approached the white hut, he asked, “How can you be so cavalier about losing your parents?”

“It was a long time ago,” she said from inside.

“Even so…”

“If you had the kind of parents I had, you wouldn’t have to ask.”

When Karl arrived at the open door, his mind drew a blank. He forgot their entire conversation. All that remained was the image before him, of a naked eighteen-year-old surrounded by baked goods.

“Come in,” she said. “Close the door behind you.”

He did as he was told, though he knew no good would come of it. He crossed the threshold and stepped inside, all the while staring at the girl’s small white breasts with their soft pink peaks.

Her pussy was shaved bare, which he would have guessed after seeing her in a bikini, but she stood there like it was nothing. Like she hung out naked in the blueberry hut all the time and why was he making such a big deal about it?

She hadn’t taken off her flip-flops, and she hadn’t taken off her necklaces. The beads and feathers and strips of leather danced against her chest as she made space on one of the low shelves. Karl’s heart clenched as she jumped up on it, because he was sure it would collapse beneath her, but either the shelf was stupendously well-constructed or the girl weighed next to nothing, because she sat easily upon it, not a trace of worry on her face.

“You haven’t fucked anyone since she died.” The girl leaned against the wall, which was painted the same glossy white as the rest of the hut. Then she added, “Your wife,” as if he wouldn’t know who she was talking about.

“That’s right,” he said. “I haven’t. Haven’t even thought about it, to be honest.”

She opened her legs. “Until now.”

He nodded. “Until now.”

Her pussy lips were the most perfect shade of pink. Though the closed hut had no windows, enough light came in through gaps in the loose slats to make her juices glitter like diamonds. He’d never seen anything so alluring.

“Lick it,” she said, kicking off her flip-flops.

When he didn’t move, she walked her bare feet up his chest and pressed down on his shoulders with her heels. He let her move him down to the ground, which was the same glossy white as everything else. Felt nice and cool against his knees.

She slid her feet down his back and said, “I hope you’re good at this. There’s nothing worse than a grown man who can’t eat a pussy.”

Karl wondered if she was speaking from experience, and how much experience, but put the question out of his mind. He inhaled deeply between her legs. All he could smell was blueberries and pastry. Probably because there was an open pie sitting beside the girl and she was idly picking away at the top crust, eating it while she waited for him to begin.

“How do you stay so slim when you eat sweets all day long?”

She flatly said, “I’m eighteen. That’s how.”

At least she knew it wouldn’t last. Most girls her age didn’t realize there was a best by date on their effortless figures.

Karl extended his tongue and lovingly fed on the sweetness of this stranger’s pussy. An eighteen-year-old pussy was like nothing else in this world—not that Karl had any recent experience with young women. He was around them all the time. Taught them. Evaluated them. But he didn’t see them as potential sex partners. He was too shaken up after his loss to see anything. And, prior to that, he’d been so happily married he forgot other women existed.

Sounds impossible, but that’s how much he loved his wife. While she was alive, there was only her. His whole world was her.

And now his face was buried between the legs of an eighteen-year-old blueberry vendor. He really ought to have some feeling about that, but he didn’t. All he felt was arousal.

Wicked arousal.

Wild arousal.

He still had all his clothes on, but he was already so hard it hurt.

“What, are you hourly?” asked the brat.

“Hmm?”

“Lick my fucking cunt,” she said, over-enunciating every syllable. “I’m trying to get off, here. This isn’t charity work.”

“Sorry,” he said, and licked her clit with focused intensity.

“Better,” she said in a tone that sounded undecided. “But still not great. Try sucking it.”

Karl wrapped his lips around her perfect pink clit and sucked, but the slippery thing kept escaping from his mouth.

“Were you ever any good at this?”

He pressed his face between her legs so his cheeks touched her inner thighs. Wrapping his mouth around her bare pussy lips, he slobbered and sucked. She wiggled around on the counter, like she was looking for a better position, which meant he wasn’t pleasing her.
Picking at her pie, she said, “Oh, this is going nowhere.”

Every jeer was a challenge. He worked harder, slurping her pussy lips, sucking her clit with ever more force. He’d wanted to start slow and build up steam, but this girl was obviously looking for a cold, hard fuck.

Or, more precisely, a hot, hard mouth-fuck.

He stuck his tongue in her pussy and reamed her in and out.

“That’s just pathetic,” she said. “Get up. Get off me.”

He didn’t, and she kicked him with both feet to drive the point home.

As he gazed up at her from the floor, she slid down from the counter. She moved the pie she’d been picking at to the spot on the counter that was wet with saliva and pussy juice. Then she jumped up and sat in it.

Karl watched in awe as this sulky teen with the perfect pink pussy wiggled her butt in a blueberry pie. He didn’t know what to do or what to say or what this was all about. “Would you like me to leave?” he asked.

She gave him a stunned look, then hopped down from the counter. “If you left, who would lick all this blueberry pie from my ass?”

When she peeled the pan away, the bottom crust went with it. All that remained on her perfect porcelain skin was a slick helping of pie filling.

She leaned against the counter with her butt facing him and said, “You might want to take off your clothes. This could get messy.”

https://www.amazon.com/Younger-Women-Older-Men-Scandalous/dp/1546844597?tag=dondes-20
You can read the rest of this story in ebook form but I highly recommend buying my latest release Younger Women, Older Men: Scandalous Erotica, in which Blueberry Brat appears. 


Purchase Younger Women, Older Men in print from Amazon! 

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Friday, May 5, 2017

There's nothing to be afraid of. It's only BUTT STUFF! #Anal #Erotica

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Butt sex doesn’t have to be scary. It can be fun, romantic, public, private — anything you want it to be! Anal eroticism can involve vibrations, toys, groups, body parts, plugs, even complicated leverage systems (you’ll see). The characters in these ten erotic stories span generations, sexual orientations and gender identities, but they’ve all got one thing in common: they’re ready to take the plunge into the wild world of Butt Stuff!

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Friday, April 28, 2017

#Taboo Hotel #Sex Stories: #Erotica Behind Closed Doors!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072HJ9L4K?tag=dondes-20
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:
LEXI WOOD
&
GISELLE RENARDE


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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From Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072HJ9L4K?tag=dondes-20
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