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Sweetheart Rolando has a New Cover, Xcite Books has a New Site

If you've enjoyed other erotic comedies I've written (like Goose Girl or Narcissist Seeks Narcissist), you might be interested in a strange little ebook called Sweetheart Rolando.

Sweetheart Rolando's been on the market for a few years, quietly sitting on the shelf, waiting for you to love it.  Now it has a brand new cover (above).  Cute, right?

Sweetheart Rolando
A humorous erotic fantasy by Giselle Renarde.
When Lily's wicked stepmother tries to chop off her feet, she must flee with her sweetheart Rolando. To outsmart the witch, Lily transforms into the flower that shares her name. But Rolando and the witch share a secret so shameful he leaves his lily to rot. Luckily, a passing shepherd brings her home only to discover her mysterious sexual abilities. Who will be wed when this story ends? Lily and the shepherd? Rolando and the witch? Or Lily and her sweetheart Rolando?

When I went to check it out on the publisher's website, I realized that Xcite Books has a new website as well.  Remember it used to be like erotica-romance-something?  Now it's http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk --which is going to be a hell of a lot easier to remember, actually.

Looks like some of the Cocktales books got new covers, too.

The link to Sweetheart Rolando is here, if you're interested in checking it out: http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk/Book/6323/Sweetheart-Rolando.html

And here's the Giselle Renarde page: http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk/index.php?page=results&pageno=1&keyword=giselle%20renarde

Xcite publishes quite a lot of my stuff and they're great to work with.  If you're an author you might want to check out the "Write for Xcite?" link at the top of their site.  They publish a lot of anthologies, both ebooks and print.

Hugs,
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New Release! Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush

The second story in my Wedding Heat series has hit the market!

After the first installation, One in the Hand, what could possibly come next but Two in the Bush?  Right? Right...?

Two in the Bush is a hot little number: MFF menage, multicultural, coworkers, rubenesque, fishnets, long-time crush meets stranger sex... this baby covers a lot of bases.

Right from the start, my goal with the Wedding Heat series was to incorporate a wide variety of characters, pairings (and more than just pairs!) and sexualities.  Irene, the central character in this story, has never been with a woman--but if she wants to get with her coworker-crush Brian, she just might have to step out of her comfort zone and surrender to pleasures she never knew she wanted.



Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush by Giselle Renarde $2.99Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!Irene has been in love with her co-worker Brian for years, but she’s never worked up the courage to tell him.  When Maggie, a friend from the office, invites them to her wedding weekend at a woodland resort, Irene convinces Brian to share a room.  Just when Irene is gearing up to make her move, she stumbles upon Brian making out with a beautiful stranger, Denitsa.  Irene is crushed… until Denitsa finds a shocking way to bring the co-workers together.  WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language and explicit descriptions of crinolines, crushes, F/F sex and MFF ménage.WORD COUNT: 7,000       EXCERPT:Shifting in so close her breath was hot against Irene’s cheek, Denitsa asked, “What is your name, beautiful girl?”“Irene.”  She looked to Brian.  His eyes went wide and then clouded with dark lust as Denitsa leaned in to kiss Irene’s neck.  Irene froze, despite the sizzle of Denitsa’s full lips on her skin.  “What… what are you doing?”“Keep doing it,” Brain said before Denitsa could answer.Irene gulped past the lump in her throat.  She couldn’t take her eyes off Brian, stretched out on the bed in dark trousers.  His shirt was half pulled out at the waist, and his tie hung loose around his neck.  She could see why Denitsa called him “pretty boy,” with his light blonde hair and schoolboy smirk, but he was the handsomest guy Irene had ever met.“You… want to watch?”  Irene felt stupid saying the words, but her intense emotion rendered her utterly inarticulate.  All she knew was that she’d do anything for Brian.  More than that, Denitsa’s lips on her neck aroused an aching pulse between her legs.  As much as she’d like to deny it, she was already so wet she could feel pussy juice seeping down her thighs. Denitsa asked Brian, “Want to see us kiss?”“God, yes.”  There was a tremble to Brian’s voice, like he couldn’t believe this was happening.Even though Irene and Brian were on different mattresses, he was close enough that she felt his pull, like he’d hooked her heart and was unconsciously reeling her in.“Have you ever been with two women, pretty boy?”  Denitsa rubbed her feather-soft cheek against Irene’s.  It was so much like a dream Irene couldn’t believe this was actually happening.“What?” Brian asked. “You mean like at the same time?”Denitsa chuckled, a rumbling growl that resonated low down in Irene’s core.  “Yes, at the same time.”“No,” he admitted.  “But something tells me tonight’s the night.” 

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Call for Submissions: Chicken Soup for the Soul: Autism/Asperger's

This call hit my inbox the other day and you know I like to share, especially when I'm not in a position to contribute.  The title of this book is kind of long, so I couldn't fit it all in my subject line.  In full, it reads:
Chicken Soup for the Soul: For Parents of Children with Autism or Asperger'sThis sounds like it could shape up to be an incredibly helpful book, but not without your contribution!  (haha... I'm my own marketing department).

Here's the call:


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New Chicken Soup for the Soul Book:
For Parents of Children with Autism or Asperger's
If you are the parent of a child, from newborn to college age, with autism or Asperger's, we invite you to share your story about raising your child - the ups and downs, the effect on your family and marriage, your child's special attributes and talents, and the lighter moments too. These stories will provide advice, comfort and insight to other parents in the same situation.

Please send us only non-fiction stories and poems written in the first person of no more than 1,200 words. These must be your personal stories - things that happened to you or someone you were close to. You may use a "pen name" on your story. Your story should not have been previously published by Chicken Soup for the Soul or other major publications.

Here are some suggested topics, but we know you can think of many more:

How you first recognized the symptomsMeeting the challenges of everyday lifeAcademic struggles or brillianceGood and bad experiences with school administrationsAppreciating your child for exactly who he/she isHelping your child build a social lifeSuccessful treatments - what has worked for youHelping siblings and family members copeThe effect on your marriage and personal relationshipsThe importance of taking time for yourselfThe importance of a support systemThe lighter sideThe positive side - benefits of autism or Asperger's
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 his or her 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 http://chickensoup.com
Select the Submit Your Story link on the left tool bar and follow the directions.

DEADLINE IS September 30th.
We plan to publish the book on April 2, 2013, for Autism Awareness Month.

CONTACT US

Please do not reply or send questions to this address. For any further questions or correspondence, contact webmaster@chickensoupforthesoul.com or visit our website at http://www.chickensoup.com.   Giselle Renarde
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Free Lesbian Fiction! Limited Time Only

For just a few days, May 8-10 2012, my erotic comedy "Narcissist Seeks Narcissist" will be available for FREE at Amazon!

I think of this ebook as a lesbian comedy first and foremost, though it does include explicit sex, romance, and even a touch of heartrending backstory.  Come for the comedy, stay for the sex.  And, hey, it's free!

Get it at Amazon--FREE for a limited time only!
Szuszu the former model has survived on women and scotch since she was just a teenager. All these years, she's had her best friend Babette by her side, but now that Babette is married and setting off on a world tour, Szuszu feels utterly abandoned. As a pre-departure joke, Babette writes up a silly and snide little personal ad, which narcissistic Szuszu posts in hopes of attracting a woman who looks just like she did when she was young.

Naomi thinks Szuszu's post is hilarious -- what a great sense of humor! She can hardly believe the centrefold she stole from her dad's collection way back in the day is looking for love. It's not like her to answer a personal ad, but for the infamous Szuszu she'll make an exception. She thinks Szuszu looks fantastic, and Szuszu (who refuses to wear her glasses) thinks Naomi looks just like her. What could ensue but sex, love, and a whole lot of comedy?
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Excerpt:

"What's that you're scribbling, darling? It's about me, isn't it?" Szuszu reached across the table, nearly knocking over her backup scotch and soda. "Hand it over, Babs. Let's have a look."

Babette pressed the cocktail napkin flush to her chest, setting down her slim gold pen. "It's nothing, Szusz. Just my shopping list." She shook her head, eyes wide, guilty as sin. "Just my groceries."

"Shopping!" Szuszu cackled, knocked back the scotch in her hand, then slammed the glass down on the table. "Darling, you haven't done the shopping since you shacked up with that dairy cow you call a wife. You don't need to shop -- just bend the old hausfrau over a bucket and you've got your milk for free."

"Leave Matilda out of this." Babette shoved the cocktail napkin in her jacket pocket.

"Ah!" Gazing across the table through the amplifying lens of an empty scotch glass, Szuszu pointed to Babette's chest. "There! I see what you've written. It's all smeared across your tits, darling." Squinting, she tried to make out the loopy handwriting smudged on Babette's skin. "noitaroda… lautum… rof… What is that, darling, Latin? Or have you had a stroke?"

Babette glanced down at the writing on her chest, wetting another serviette with Szuszu's next scotch and rubbing it over the pen marks. "It's backwards, darling. It's an imprint, you know." After setting the wet serviette down on the table, she pulled the dry one from her pocket. "Fine, then. Fine, if you're so curious. Here it is. That's what I wrote."

Squinting at the flimsy square of paper, Szuszu held it up close and then away from herself, but the words still wouldn't come into focus.

"I think you need to get yourself a good pair of specs, Szusz."

Szuszu's eyes twitched at the blasphemy. "Nobody wears glasses, darling, except librarians and Elton John. I was a model, you know."

"Yes, I know, Szusz. Everybody knows." Babette rolled her eyes like a teenager. "You do realize you've gone up to every person in this bloody lounge to tell themI was a model?"

"Well, I was on the cover of all the magazines in my day."

"In your day, right, you were. Headlines read: War is over. Szuszu greets sailors at port."

An overwhelming desire came over Szuszu to kick her dearest friend in the shins, but when she let loose, her snakeskin boot met the cylinder of metal holding up the table. "Oh, for Christ sake," she moaned, rubbing her toe. "If I wasn't legless, I bet that would smart." Defeated, she handed the napkin back across the table. "Here, read this for me, Babs. I can't see straight."

"Can't even think straight," Babette mumbled. "All right then, you want to know what I wrote while you were babbling on about your glory days? I wrote up a personal ad, darling: Narcissist seeks narcissist for mutual adoration. Turn-ons include mirrors, soup spoons, darkened windows, and other reflective surfaces. Must enjoy photo albums, the sound of her own voice, and endlessly reliving days of cover girl glory.

Get it at Amazon--FREE for a limited time only!Giselle Renarde
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When the Day Starts Off Shitty...

You know those days when you roll out of bed in a dizzy haze and you think, "I didn't clean out the litter box yesterday."  And you feel like your cats are going to think you're a total jerk (though, hell, they probably already do--they're cats, after all) so you go straight to the box and start scooping. 


Now that you're holding a little bag of congealed cat waste, you remember that you washed out all your garbage cans last night and they're drying on your balcony and you're not going out there in your skimpy pyjamas because your neighbour often drinks his morning coffee on his balcony.


Right, so you put the little bag down on the bathroom tile just as StupidCat (everyone with multiple cats has one of these, I think) comes to check out the freshly cleaned litter.  You go to the bedroom to put on some real clothes, listening to StupidCat raking around in the litter with those nails you really must cut more often but you don't because he bites you when you try.


You've thrown on clothes, you're heading to the balcony, when StupidCat gets wind of where you're going.  Because, you see, there are baby pigeons on the balcony and he's desperate to get at them.  So you're walking through your living room, your cat streaks through your legs, tripping you up enough to feel badly for accidentally kicking him in the head, though not enough to actually fall.


When he races ahead of you, that's when you notice it: StupidCat didn't finish up in the litter box before getting distracted by the prospect of pigeon babies for breakfast.  He doesn't seem to realize it, but he's trailing poops and they've landed on your carpet and... oh, for the love of god... good thing you put on a pair of socks.

Some people hate cat stories, some people hate scat stories.  This one has it all.
Anyway, just wanted to remind all you wonderful readers that today is the FINAL day to make your purchase of Nanny State or Secret Confessions: 36 Erotic Encounters count.  I'm donating $1 from every  purchase of each of those titles to LGBT Youthline from May 1st to 7th, and today is the 7th.


Here's the blog post with alllllll the details: http://donutsdesires.blogspot.ca/2012/05/may-day-anniversary-fundraising-for.html


If you're not in a position to buy, consider telling someone else about this effort (Hey, I'm not above begging. This is for charity!) and you'll have a warm place in my heart.


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#sixsunday Excerpt from Secret Confessions

I totally won't shut up about this fundraising promotion I've got going on where I'm giving $1 from my books Nanny State and Secret Confessions purchased between May 1 and May 7, 2012 to LGBT Youthline.

Actually, I lie. I'll shut up about it after tomorrow, because then it'll be over.

So OF COURSE this week's six sentences for Six Sentence Sunday are going to come from one of my promotional titles.  I've been talking about Nanny State a lot lately, so I'll excerpt from Secret Confessions today.

"Secret Confessions: 36 Erotic Encounters" is a compilation of letter-style erotica.  These six come from a story in the anthology called "My Reluctant Spank Daddy."  Heh.

It’s no secret that I love being spanked.  When I was in my twenties, I held on to a few boyfriends way too long just because they were so damn good at spanking me.  And it wasn’t just the feeling of their hands smacking my ass, though that was a big part of it, obviously.  It wasn’t even the shade of crimson my cheeks turned when they’d been spanked to perfection, though that was a factor as well. 

What I really loved was the lead-up to a spanking.  I really got off on being told what I’d done to deserve such treatment.  

hehehe.... I like it.

If you like erotic confessions, Secret Confessions is available in ebook format pretty much everywhere, including eXcessica, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance, and so on.

Hugs,
Giselle

Oh, and you can find out more about my fundraising effort for queer youth by visiting this blog post: http://donutsdesires.blogspot.ca/2012/05/may-day-anniversary-fundraising-for.htmlGiselle Renarde
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What I've Discovered About Planning Dates

My most recent discovery is that it's tricky to get the word out about a fundraiser benefitting LGBT youth when your primary promotional vehicle (namely Yahoo Groups) is acting screwy all week.

But that's not what this blog post is about--I just wanted to get a blatant plug in for my whole "$1 from Nanny State and Secret Confessions going to LGBT Youthline between May 1st and 7th" thing before I really got going.  (Click here for details!)
Moving on...
Tuesday was my four year anniversary with my girl Sweet.  My girl was working all day and I always do volunteer work Tuesday evenings, so we delayed gratification celebration until today.  (Yeah, that "gratification" needed to be crossed out, because we actually got gratified twice this week when we only had a little bit of time together. But I digress...)
In our relationship, it's my job to make plans.
Okay, I HATE making plans.
I get so stressed, but I've embraced both the "planner" role and the "payer" role in our relationship for complex reasons.  I have this mindset of "only the best for my girl," but there are times when, realistically, I can't afford the best.  Or maybe "the best" doesn't suit Sweet's taste.  We're both big theatre goers, but I love opera and she... uhh... doesn't.  I'm a symphony-aholic and she... uhh... isn't.
Beetlejuice was a seriously stupid cartoon.
Why am I citing it? Here's a super-random (lame) reference: Anyone remember that episode of the Beetlejuice cartoon series where Lydia's trying to teach Beetlejuice the whole "do unto others" idea, so he fills her room with beetles (I think?) because that's what HE would want someone to do for him? And, of course, Lydia freaks out because her room is full of beetles, but he doesn't understand why she's upset?
Yes, you ALL know exactly what I'm talking about.  You ALL dressed up as Lydia for Halloween two years in a row.  Right?  Or was that just me?
Anyway, my point is (yeah, get to the point Giselle) that what I want to give my partner isn't necessarily what she wants to receive.  Or maybe she would on a different day, in a different mood.
Beetlejuice the movie, on the other hand, kicked sandworm ass.
Is there anybody out there who DOESN'T want to make sweet love to Winona Ryder?When Sweet got to my place today, I had all these windows open on my computer: we could go to Buddies in Bad Times (there's a strip spelling bee after hours!), we could check out a film down the street or a québecoise play at the Tarragon, or hot docs, or there's a gay Tennessee Williams play on Bloor West... there's so much to do in Toronto!

But Sweet sat down on my couch and "rested her eyes" because she'd had a tiring day.  I sat beside her head on the back of my couch and watched the pigeon mama and her two little chicks in their makeshift nest on my balcony.  I gave her a whole laundry list of options for the evening, but she kindly said no to everything.  
And for the first time since I started my "planning" frenzy, I actually relaxed. 
We ended up taking a long stroll and then walked up my street until we arrived at a restaurant we'd been to before.  We both have this weird "new is scary" quirk when it comes to restaurants, so sitting down at a familiar table and a known menu was just heaven.  Nothing we did was planned, nothing was pricey, and it was perfect.
So what have I discovered about planning dates?

When it feels like you're pushing it or making things way too complicated or spending too much money, you probably are.  Dates should be fun, and stress isn't fun.  Be fluid.  Things may not work out as planned, but never let the plan overshadow the person you're spending time with.  More than that, there are wonders in your own backyard. 
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Torquere Charity Sip (for NOH8) Call for Submissions

Torquere Charity Sip Call 2012
It's that time again, where all of our great authors get together to donate to a charity working within the GLBTQ community! This year, Torquere Press has chosen NOH8 as the donation charity, and authors who contribute agree to donate 100% of their royalties to NOH8, with Torquere Press matching thedonation.
This year's theme, since this is Torquere Press' ninth anniversary as well, is leather. Nine is the leather anniversary, y'all! How cool is that?
Leather can be reflected in any way in the story. BDSM may immediately spring to mind, but leather can also mean cowboys, fast cars, Italian shoes, jewelry, or any of a million other things. We want stories that show LGBTQ characters in positive situations, and have strong stories with happy endings. (Or at least happy for now.)
Word count is 3000 to 8000 words, and those limits are firm. Please adjust your manuscripts accordingly before submission. Deadline for submissions is July 1, 2012. Please send all submissions to submissions@ torquerepress. com with Charity Sip Blitz in the subject line. For formatting questions or other content questions, please refer to our general guidelines, here: http://torquerepres s.com/submission s.html
Leather up and send us your charity sips for NOH8!
*** So, that's the call for submissions as issued by Torquere Press.  I just want to mention that last year I contributed my trans lesbian story "Eclipse the Stars" to their charity sip line benefitting It Gets Better, and that ebook is still available for purchase through Torquere or Rainbow ebooks.

Further to that, if you want to help me personally raise money for yet another charity, between May 1st and May 7th 2012 I will donate $1 from the purchases of my books Nanny State and Secret Confessions to LGBT Youthline, an organization that provides peer support to queer youth.
To find out more, please check out my blog post on the topic:
  http://donutsdesires.blogspot.ca/2012/05/may-day-anniversary-fundraising-for.html 
If you're not in a position to buy anything right now, I would really (really!) appreciate if you could tweet about this promotion or blog about it or...umm... Facebook it? (I don't have a Facebook account, so I have no idea how things work over there. LOL)
But anything you can do to help me raise money for queer youth will earn you a warm place in my heart.  I know that sounds cheesy, but I really mean it.
Thank You and BIG Hugs,GiselleGiselle Renarde
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Guest Post: The Harder She Comes Blog Tour with Evan Mora

First off, my thanks to Giselle for hosting me today! I think it’s especially fitting because, you know, she’sCanadian and I’m Canadian, and the Butch Femme Salon that’s the setting for my story Speakeasy is right here in my backyard (so to speak) in downtown Toronto.
When I saw D.L’s call for submissions, it didn’t take me long to figure out what I wanted to write. As far as inspiration goes, the awesome folks who organize the Salon and the equally awesome folks who attend the events provide it in spades. They’ve had themes ranging from Film Noir to Nerds & Jocks, from Leather & Lace to Fit for Duty (they’re on facebook – you should look ‘em up). And while my story is a work of fiction, I remember walking through the doors of the roaring ‘20’s edition of the Salon, and this much, at least, is true:
It feels illicit, even though it’s not. It feels like secret passwords and shady alleys, like I’m crossing the threshold into a throwback blending of a prohibition era speakeasy and a lesbian bar from the ‘50s. But even that doesn’t begin to describe the deliciousness of a scene where every masculine-of-centre flavor imaginable – butches, Daddies, papis, studs, aggressives, trans-folk and bois – are all dressed to the nines in their suits and ties, their wingtips shined and their fedoras creased just so. It’s enough to make a femme heart flutter.

It did, it does, and all of the stories in The Harder She Comes: Butch/Femme Erotica, will make your hearts (or other parts of your anatomy) flutter too. I’ve got my favourites, and in an anthology that showcases so many tremendous writers, you’ll no doubt have yours. So pick up a copy – you really, really should. Here’s another excerpt from my story: There’s a single unoccupied black leather armchair tucked deep into the shadows in the corner of the room, and Jay leads us unerringly toward it. Somehow I’m not surprised; although every other space is occupied, she strikes me as the kind of person who is used to having whatever she wants, whenever she wants it, and I thrill at the thought that right now, she wants me. Jay sinks into the soft leather, looking up at me with an enigmatic smile. I dither a little bit, because I’m not entirely sure how I’m supposed to arrange myself across her lap. No matter what she may think, this isn’t something I do every day, let alone in front of an audience.
“Why don’t you straddle my lap, babydoll?” She says, and a blush steals into my cheeks, though I know she can’t see it in the low crimson light. I cast a glance around the room; there are three or four other couples kissing and petting on the sofas, and no one’s paying us the slightest attention. “Don’t you worry about them baby,” she says, “they’re not worried about us.”She’s right, and I know it, and she looks so goddamned sexy sprawled in that chair in that moment that I don’t think it would matter even if every eye in the room was on us, I’d still do exactly what she wanted me to do. My knees sink into the warm leather on either side of her hips and I lower myself delicately onto her, all too aware of the heat emanating from between my thighs and the substantial bulge tucked into her well-tailored pants. This Daddy has come to the party packed and ready to play, and I stifle a moan against her shoulder when her hands settle on my hips and guide me more firmly on to her just as she rocks her hips upward beneath me. “You see what you do to me, babydoll?” Jay whispers in my ear, her tongue swirling around the sensitive shell and then retreating, sending shivers down my spine. “You made your Daddy all hard.”Jay’s hands are on the move, rounding the curve of my ass, squeezing tightly, venturing lower, to where my ass meets the tops of my thighs, and where the hem of my short flapper dress has come to rest. There’s an inch of creamy skin exposed above the tops of my garters, and Jay groans as she discovers both the flesh and the stockings. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you Evie?” Jay’s mouth is just beneath mine, and I have an almost obsessive need to kiss her, but I wait, like a good girl, while she strokes me with her hands and her words.“Dressed up all nice and pretty on the outside, but underneath…” Oh fuck, I want to kiss her so badly… “Underneath, you’re just a little slut, aren’t you?” My pussy feels heavy and swollen, engorged with blood and slick with the need to be filled. “Hmm?” She’s prompting me.“Yes…” Oh God, yes, I feel like a slut.“Yes what?” She’s going to make me say it.“I’m a slut, Daddy.” Why does it feel so much dirtier to say it out loud? “ I’m your slut, Daddy.”
Buy the book! Follow the tour! Here’s where it’s going next:May 4  River Light  http://sapphicplanet.com/index.phpMay 5  Sinclair Sexsmith  http://www.sugarbutch.net/May 6  Crystal Barela  http://kathleenbradean.blogspot.com/May 7  CS Clark  http://bethwylde.wordpress.com/May 8  Valerie Alexander   http://pomofreakshow.com/May 9  Andrea Dale  http://lulalisbon.wordpress.com/May 10  Beth Wylde  http://adrianakraft.com/blog/May 11  Kathleen Bradean  http://cyvarwydd.blogspot.com/May 12  Teresa Noelle Roberts  http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/May 13  Shanna Germain  http://lantoniou.blogspot.com/May 14  Charlotte Dare  http://madeofwords.com/posts/May 15  Rachel Kramer Bussel  http://lustylady.blogspot.com/And don’t forget where it’s been:May 1  D. L. King  http://sacchi-green.blogspot.com/May 2  Anna Watson  http://dlkingerotica.blogspot.comGiselle Renarde
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Rainbow Socks are the Best Thing about this Video

Remember high school or university (or maybe even elementary school, if you were a procrastinator back then) when you'd pull an all-nighter working on some stupid project you knew you were going to fail anyway?
No?  Maybe that was just me.
Anyway, I was reminded of those long-ago days last night when I stayed up until 5 in the morning to make this video promoting Sweet's and my current fundraising effort.  I think of book trailers and the like as an automatic fail, because nobody really watches them.
So why make this little video?  I don't know.  I guess I just want to do everything in my power to promote our effort to raise money for LGBT Youthline.
Maybe you'll watch?  It's kind of fun:

Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!

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