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March 20, 2012
6 Erotic Shorts for the Price of NONE!
Yes, that's right! My first FREE ebook is being rolled out this week, and I want everybody to own it. Well, everybody who is over 18 and enjoys erotica--those are my only two caveats, I guess. So if you know people who are over 18 and enjoy erotica, tell them about this book! And pick one up for yourself, while you're at it.
I'm sure you'll agree "6 Erotic Shorts" is the absolute most creative title I or anyone else on the planet has ever come with. Okay, maybe not, but the title does describe the book's contents: 6 erotic short stories. By me.
I included a variety of subjects in this little antho: bondage, lesbian, stranger sex, happy marriages, adultery, multicultural, straight, shower sex (a lot of people arrive at my blog searching for it, so I'm guessing readers really like sex in the shower!), and even a very relatable prostitution story. A little something for every palate, I hope.
But wait... there's a blurb!
Mercedes sells sexual favours to a married ex-lover while Yasuko's husband eats more than just pasta at the dinner table. Devra recalls the moment she first realized she was a lesbian while Sterling helps Michelle overcome her fear of shower sex. An artist's wife gives a first-time model the tongue-lashing of a lifetime, and Gina teaches her man that a quiet evening at home is far more fun than a drinking binge with the boys.
6 great stories for the price of none!
So far, 6 Erotic Shorts is available from eXcessica (you'll need to join the Yahoo group to access files) and Smashwords, but I'll be tweeting when it's up at other retailers. Make sure to follow me @gisellerenarde if you don't already.
Well, what are you waiting for? It's free!
6 Erotic Shorts at eXcessica: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/eXcessica/files/eXcessica%20gratis/6%20Erotic%20Shorts/
6 Erotic Shorts at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/143624
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March 17, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday - A Little Burlesque, Sapphic Historical
This week's new release is a fun little lesbian historical called "A Little Burlesque." It's set in the Canadian maritimes, at a burlesque house that attracts women from all across the country. As you might imagine, many have secrets they're not keen on sharing, but what a tease my book would be if the reader didn't get to find out!In this scene, the two "new girls" are watching a performance of Salomé's veil dance, which is part of Madame Mireille's burlesque show.
Six sentences from A Little Burlesque:
Another veil fell to the stage as Leili tugged on her slip, allowing Ginger's hand welcome access to her pulsing wetness.
"You have to feel it in your body before it can come out in the dance," Ginger whispered. Her breath felt hot against Leili's ear.
"Feel what?" Leili asked.
Ginger hesitated, holding completely still before saying, "It."
Off came the third veil.
A Little Burlesque is available at probably any ebook retailer where you might look for it. Here's an almost comprehensive listing:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/A-Little-Burlesque-ebook/dp/B007L3L5SK/ref=sr_1_3?_encoding=UTF8&s=books&qid=1331924927&sr=1-3&al_rs=#al_rp
BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/a-little-burlesque-sapphic-sensuality
All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-alittleburlesque-753100-162.html
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/142425
Rainbow ebooks:http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6508
1 Erotica Ebooks: http://1eroticaebooks.com/female/female/a-little-burlesque-sapphic-sensuality-/prod_2704.html
1PFR: http://1placeforromance.com/womanlove/a-little-burlesque-sapphic-sensuality-/prod_7173.html
Xcite: http://www.erotica-romance-ebooks.com/a-little-burlesque-sapphic-sensuality.html
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Book Trailer for A Little Burlesque
eXcessica (preferred): http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=42&products_id=539
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/A-Little-Burlesque-ebook/dp/B007L3L5SK/ref=sr_1_3?_encoding=UTF8&s=books&qid=1331924927&sr=1-3&al_rs=#al_rp
BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/a-little-burlesque-sapphic-sensuality
All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-alittleburlesque-753100-162.html
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/142425
Rainbow ebooks:http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6508
1 Erotica Ebooks: http://1eroticaebooks.com/female/female/a-little-burlesque-sapphic-sensuality-/prod_2704.html
1PFR: http://1placeforromance.com/womanlove/a-little-burlesque-sapphic-sensuality-/prod_7173.html
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March 16, 2012
New Release: A Little Burlesque, Sapphic Sensuality
I'm in good company today, sharing a release date at eXcessica with the likes of Sommer Marsden and Selena Kitt.
My new release is A Little Burlesque, which is actually a re-release, a second edition of a book originally called "The Little Burlesque House by the Sea."
And you know what?
It's now 60% sexier!
Okay, that's a made-up statistic, but I did write brand new sex scenes, new chapters, a new ending... just a ton more lesbian love in this little burlesque book!
My favourite sex scene is... hmm... actually, I'm torn between the "Amish Sex" scene excerpted below (okay, the characters are actually Hutterites, not Amish, but you'll find out more when you read the book) and the first-time licking beside the ocean. There's also an MFF menage bondage scene with two of the girls tied together which is really hot.
This book is also twentieth century historical fiction, set in the Canadian Maritimes, but tracking the movements of these fictional burlesque performers through the prairies, through Montreal, and other cities.
Well, enough of my chatter. How about a blurb and excerpt?
A Little Burlesque by Giselle Renarde $4.99
Madame Mireille's ocean-side parlour, Les Trois Dames Jouissantes, is one of the last houses holding to the tenets of classic burlesque. They specialize in raunchy comedy sketches, undulating fan dances, chorus lines and, of course, the striptease. In post-war Maritimes, Madame's burlesque house enjoys notoriety thanks to an all-female cast combining the smart with the sensual.
It was this reputation that attracted the troupe's two newest members. Ginger the saucy redhead has been around the block a few times. She might come on strong, but she's a master of the comedy striptease. Orchid is young, new to the stage, and embodies all that is innocent--or so she'd have you believe!
Secrets abound behind the scenes, and it'll take more than slippery fingers to bring them to the surface.
WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language and explicit descriptions of lesbian sex and MFF ménage. Originally published as 'The Little Burlesque House by the Sea.'
Word Count: 23,300
Holding hands, the girls rushed away from the commune as fast as their legs would carry them. When they reached a clearing, they rolled together in the high grasses, laughing and kissing as though nothing could ever harm them.
Though they'd been raised in different countries, at different communes, their respective elders had taught them humility and devotion first and foremost. Before Gretchen, Leili had never looked at anybody and seen a body. Something inside of Leili shifted when she gazed into Gretchen's glowing golden face, cheeks rosy red, lips a pinkish hue. A spark ignited within her core, and it grew into something physical, a gaping hunger, an aching, wanting thing.
There was a monster inside of her, she was sure, and she let it take control. She unbuttoned Gretchen's farm dress while the object of her unending lust gazed up into the evening sky, an orange haze brushed purple.
Under her dress, Gretchen wore the same white cotton shift all the other girls wore, but on her it seemed wildly fetching. Leili grasped the top and pulled it down, exposing the girl's breasts to the cooling air of the night soon to come.
Leili had seen breasts before, but the sight had never made her feel quite so giddy and gleeful. A thick pulse throbbed between her legs every time Gretchen breathed in and those firm young breasts rose like pale mountains. Their peaks glowed pink against the setting sun, and when they drew into buds Leili could no longer resist their insistent call. She leaned down to Gretchen's chest and took one nipple in her mouth like a suckling babe.
Gretchen cooed, an impatient dove tearing off Leili's headscarf to run those wonderful fingers through her golden hair. Leili sucked harder, pressing her whole mouth against the fullness of Gretchen's breast, shaking her head until her hair fell forward to graze and bounce against Gretchen's bare flesh.
"The taste of your skin," Leili whispered. "Oh, I can hardly describe its sweetness."
Pressing Gretchen's breasts together, she licked the cleave, moving back and forth between two nipples puckered like pebbles.
"Love," Gretchen gasped, pushing her breasts against Leili's mouth, insisting. "My love, you mustn't ever speak of this. You mustn't tell anyone."
Now for the buy links (there are lots):
eXcessica (preferred): http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=42&products_id=539
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/A-Little-Burlesque-ebook/dp/B007L3L5SK/ref=sr_1_3?_encoding=UTF8&s=books&qid=1331924927&sr=1-3&al_rs=#al_rp
BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/a-little-burlesque-sapphic-sensuality
All Romance: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-alittleburlesque-753100-162.html
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/142425
Rainbow ebooks: http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=6508
1 Erotica Ebooks: http://1eroticaebooks.com/female/female/a-little-burlesque-sapphic-sensuality-/prod_2704.html
1PFR: http://1placeforromance.com/womanlove/a-little-burlesque-sapphic-sensuality-/prod_7173.html
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March 15, 2012
Guest Post With Sommer Marsden: Angry Sex
Yay! Tomorrow is the release of my new book ANGRY SEX. Why yay? Well, there are two parts to this yay.
Part one: I love this book. I mean, I love them all, but I truly adore this book and the heart and soul behind it. I love that it's my first book featuring a mom. I love that she tries to deny herself something all women need—sex…a connection—and then finally concedes to the fact that she can use this in her life. That she craves it. And then Luna goes after it on her terms.
Part two: This book was written during a very hard time at the end of last year and it was very much a catharsis for me. All of my work plays into my life and vice versa, but this one was a big huge dose of therapy for me. I wrote out all my fears, angers, worries and frustrations. And if you're wondering if I did any research for Angry Sex, well…duh. ;)
A big huge thanks to Giselle for kicking off the start of my mini book tour. And a big huge thanks to you for reading.
At the end of the tour, every comment from readers will count as one entry into a chance to win a copy of Angry Sex on my blog (http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com) . So if you have any questions, comments, or just want to say howdy, please do!
XOXO
Sommer
Blurb
Luna Watkins can't remember feeling so stressed. Her teenage son Nick's health issues are reemerging and her ex Ben wants to help but is just making ends meet with odd jobs. Her catering business is thriving but too hectic for her to handle, at least that's what it feels like. Not to mention since she's been divorced, she hasn't dated much and has had sex even less. When Nick decides to visit his grandparents for the summer, Luna is devastated. And yet, she sees a chance to work through her anger and her angst. Maybe some time to feed her body, mind and soul knowing he's well taken care of.
Enter Adam Singleton, her new, last minute server. Handsome, gruff Adam who's working through his own anger. Flirting turns to sparring. Sparring turns to angry sex—like therapy but naked. As time goes by and Luna and Adam become even more entangled, with their hardships and each other, the question becomes, does angry sex turn to more anger…or peace?
When he pulled into the driveway, she had to put her hands on her belly to soothe the nervousness that felt barely contained in there. Luna put her forehead to the steering wheel for a moment to try and quiet her screaming brain. Her breath was a fast pant like she'd been running and that was how she felt–overwhelmed, galloping heart, possibly might be ill.
There was a rap on the window and she unlocked the door without looking up.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Because women always do this when they're fine."
"You make me nervous."
"I thought I made you angry," he said tugging her arm. But she didn't move.
"You do make me angry—I mean you don't make me angry, my life is making me angry, you just seem okay with me expressing it. And you won't crumble."
"Of course not, boss lady," he said and tugged her arm again. This time she turned a bit in the driver's seat but didn't get out. At least she'd picked her head up.
"But you make me nervous because you let me be angry."
"And you're not used to that."
"Right."
"Come on, Luna." He pulled a bit more insistently and she turned, got out, stood up. Adam brushed her hair behind her ears and kissed her. It was rough, unkind and it turned her on to no end. She stood on tiptoe demanding more of him. He gripped her ass tight, held her flush to his erection—there was no secret it was there—so she couldn't squirm away.
"Open your front door so we can take this inside," he said, his lips pressed to the skin above her jugular. When Adam pinched her nipple, she wasn't expecting it, and she jerked against him, crying out softly.
It was getting dark, and she hoped the whole damn neighborhood wasn't watching them do this in her driveway.
"Come on," she said and took his hand. "Let's go."
It was almost impossible for her to fit the key in the lock. But she finally managed, reminding herself that she was the one who wanted to let go. She jumped when his hand came down over hers, helping her guide the key to turn it.
"Come on. I thought you were strong," he said, lips pressed to her ear.
He was goading her. She knew it. He was pressing her in order to steady her nerves and sharpen her focus. It worked. A surge of rage heated her inside and as if by cue her pussy went wet and soft for him.
And for herself. For release.
"Watch it," she said, pushing past the threshold. Her body grew rigid, first in confusion, thinking she had to be quiet because of Nick. Second, because she realized the house was empty and to her it was entirely unusual. Her shoulders sagged a little and she took a deep breath.
"Come on, boss lady." He'd caught the vibe—anger mixed with grief—she had no doubt. He pushed her forward with a firm but gentle hand and she stumbled some, forgetting her own damn tile inlays on the hardwood floor.
"Hey!" Her voice was more sadness than anger.
Her knees hit the sofa and she lost her balance, her legs buckling. Luna grabbed the back of the sofa and let out a growl. It surprised her. He hadn't pushed her, he'd nudged her. He hadn't put any force behind it but here she was falling and feeling stupid and yes…angry.
There was a split second where she could have ignored it, but she didn't. There was a heartbeat where she could have talked herself out of it, but she didn't. Luna bunched her hand into a lazy fist and turned, swinging blindly at the hulk of a man in her living room. She let out another cry when she connected, a glancing but hard blow, off his broad chest. She was mortified that she'd given into her base urge to actually strike someone—especially someone who hadn't really earned it, if you got right down to brass tacks. But the mortification was fleeting when he grabbed her fist and pulled her in, wrapping his free arm around her waist and staring her down.
She blinked. Burbled with hysterical laughter.
"Feel better?" His face was tight and unreadable. What felt like annoyance, rather than anger, baked off him in waves.
"No," she said, shocking them both by crying.
He pushed her back and she stumbled again. This time her ass hit the sofa hard enough that she pretty much bounced right back up to standing. Luna barely heard Adam say, "Then do it again" when she blindly swung, this time hitting his shoulder.
Oh fuck. Oh Jesus. What was wrong with her? This wasn't Fight Club. This wasn't a book, or a movie, or even a joke. She was hitting this man who had zero to do with her rage. And he was letting her.
"Better?"
She sobbed, nodding. "No."
"You're nodding but you said no."
"I know."
"You're just so full of it, aren't you?" He stood there. A handsome, patient monolith who held all kind of secrets. At least it felt that way.
"Full of what? Shit?" she stammered.
His face broke into a fleeting smile. He chuckled. "No. Full of anger."
"Oh, that. Yes, that," she said. "Yes, I am. I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he said, and pushed her so her ass hit the sofa again.
Luna screamed. She heard the noise burst out of her like a whistle from a teakettle. He laughed…at her. And then when he dropped to his knees, bringing them face to face, he said, "You are so fucking weak."
And that's when she slapped him across the face. This blow was not glancing. This blow was not soft. This blow hit home with a satisfying whack and a wince on his good looking features.
"Better?" he asked.
"Yes," she whispered. Realizing she meant it. That had done it. Her body felt looser, her chest lighter, her soul not as dirty. And she could see her palm print coming up on his stubbled cheek and she felt so very horrified—but even that felt great.
"Good," he growled and then he yanked her pants down around her hips so hard her button popped off and rolled to the floor and the zipper growled as it tore and broke.
She lifted her hips, arched her back, let him pull down her ruined pants and her white panties. He pulled her legs free of all the fabric but handled the panties for a moment. Just white cotton briefs. Fairly new. No big deal. Not sexy at all, she knew. Nothing to write home about. Heat and embarrassment stained her cheeks as he stared her down. Then he surprised her by stuffing them in his pocket and said, "Fodder for later. I love white."
She blinked, but only had a second to savor that stunned feeling. Only a moment, and then his mouth—incredibly hot and firm—touched down on her thigh. Adam kissed up to the top of her leg, around her flank until her skin erupted in goose bumps and she shivered. When he kissed her some more, moving his mouth slowly inward toward her inner thigh—toward that soft, tender skin that was so damn sensitive it made her tremble—her heart staggered in her chest, trying valiantly to withstand the shock of the moment. Of having him in her home, being half naked on the sofa…about to do what they were about to do.
"Spread your legs, boss lady."
Her legs fell open and her fingers dove tentatively into his sandy colored hair. She threaded her fingers through the short, soft strands. The heat of his scalp bled into the palm of her hand and he made a small noise that almost made him seem vulnerable. She had no time to question it, because he found her nether lips with his tongue nudging the tip between her wet folds before finding her hard clit and working it roughly, so she gripped his hair a bit tighter.
"There you go," he whispered, chuckling. But all she could do was nod her head dumbly.
She didn't make him wait—or herself. Luna pushed her body up to meet his seeking mouth. She let her legs fall open a bit more and refused to feel self conscious about it—this was what they were doing. This was what they'd talked about. Sex. Just sex.
Buy Link (will also be available at most online venues and coming soon in print) http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=2&products_id=541
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March 13, 2012
Watch Out for "Seductress" (She's Actually a Succubus!)
Seductress: Tales of Immortal Desire
1 Harvest by Aurelia T. Evans
2 A Surprising Summons by Kaysee Renee Robichaud
3 Succubus, Inc. by Elizabeth Brooks
4 In the Service of Hell by Michael M. Jones
5 Before a Fall by Kannan Feng
6 Street Hustle by V. K. Foxe
7 Star Crossed by Evan Mora
8 Zach's Last Ride by Sasha Bukova
9 Deliverance by Jay Lawrence
10 Minions Have Needs Too by Anya Richards
11 Sweet Tooth by Nan Andrews
12 The Girl on the Egyptian Escalator by NJ Streitberger
13 The Sorcerer's Catch by Angela Caperton
14 The Chapel by J.S. Wayne
15 The Lonely Huntress by Mina Murray
16 Neither Love Nor Money by Giselle Renarde
17 Textual by Robin Tiergarten
18 Succumb by Cynthia Rayne
19 Moon Like a Sickle, Wind Like a Knife by Jean Roberta
20 Phone Hex by Elizabeth Thorne
21 Soaring by Kate Dominic
As I mentioned, my story's called Neither Love Nor Money, and it's about a young man and his strong succubus boss. Nothing like a little sucking and fucking at the office, am I right? Almost makes me want to get a real job again. (HA!)
All the jealous women at Detta Designs like to spread rumors about their boss sleeping her way to the top. They don't know how right they are, and neither does the Detta's new pet, Max, until the two are working late on a new catalogue. That's when the eminently dominant Detta ties Max up and shows him just how much power a succubus can wield over a man. But there's a hitch in Detta's plan: she falls for Max, so hard she can't conceive of stealing his essence, or anyone else's, for that matter. Without the energy she needs, Detta fades fast. Can Max do what's necessary to make her well again?
I'm not sure of the release date yet and I don't have a cover to post, but watch for it. Succubi are hot! I'm sure we're all agreed on that point.
Hugs,Giselle--
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March 12, 2012
I Forgot Best Lesbian Romance 2012
I admit, I'm kind of bad at keeping track of anthology release dates, so when Best Lesbian Romance 2012 came out in January... I forgot. I didn't tell you about it. Oops. (sorry)My story in this collection edited by Radclyffe is called Flash Freeze:
The cold has taken hold, and overnight yesterday's rains have frozen over. Returning from her grocery shopping, Lauren falls on the ice while trying to avoid an encounter with Zarina. They worked together in the halcyon days of Lauren's career, but her world came crashing when somebody started a rumour that Lauren was having an affair with her male boss. Convinced that "somebody" was Zarina, the one girl who'd managed to melt her icy heart, Lauren had nothing left to lose...except her job. She went out with a bang. That was more than a year ago. Now she's banged her head on the sidewalk, and it's Zarina to the rescue. Will the truth emerge as Zarina nurses Lauren's wounds?
About Best Lesbian Romance 2012:
Best Lesbian Romance 2012 celebrates the dizzying sensation of falling in love—and the electrifying thrill of sexual passion. Romance maestra Radclyffe gathers irresistible stories of lesbians in love to awaken your desire and send your imagination soaring. As Radclyffe writes, "within these pages are the reflections of our dreams, the memories of our precious moments, and the unique wonder of our special love stories."
With contributed stories by Anna Meadows, Radclyffe, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Cheyenne Blue, Geneva King, Anna Watson, Theda Hudson, Sheree L. Greer, Catherine Paulssen, JL Merrow, Angela Vitale, Giselle Renarde, Lee Lynch, Lisabet Sarai, Siobhan Colman, D. Jackson Leigh, and Evan Mora.
"By turns passionate, varied, and endlessly delicious, Best Lesbian Romance 2012 delivers."
—SHE Magazine
"This is a collection to melt the hardest heart. These are romantic stories sharing the heart of our relationships and loves. The most wonderful thing about this collection of stories is their varying voices. Each story from each author has its own appeal – each voice is concrete and, most strikingly, each sounds so very authentic, wrapping the reader up in the embrace of its words, scenes and emotion. These stories are so convincing. It feels almost voyeuristic to be reading them – as though we have been allowed a very privileged position at the window to a private house, a private house where a variety of women – like the ones we know, or even the ones we might be – are finding themselves dancing that longest and most exhilarating of dances, romantic love."
—Kissed by Venus
"The collection does a good job capturing the dizzying sensation of falling in love, and Radclyffe's curating does a nice job slowly raising the heat to a culminating sizzle."
—The Edge
"In this sizzling new treasury, erotica maestro Radclyffe has assembled over two dozen titillating tales of lesbian couples taking each other to new heights of happily bedded bliss. Imagination and experimentation are the key that unlocks the hearts of these lesbian love stories and every kind of love you CAN imagine are told in stories redolent of romance, risk-taking, and, even gobsmackingly surprising true love. There are virgins, long-time companions, and very memorable one-night stands."
—Erotic Readers and Writers Association
Here's the link to Cleis Press's BLR 2012 page: http://www.cleispress.com/book_page.php?book_id=445
And here's the link to Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Best-Lesbian-Romance-2012-Radclyffe/dp/1573447579/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1331527283&sr=1-1
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March 10, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday: Licorne
Those of you who spend a lot of time here at Donuts and Desires probably know I write a lot of fiction about transgender characters. My newest release, Licorne, is a trans lesbian erotic romance set in a mythical medieval sort of time. It features a human woman and the unicorn she loves.Now, one thing I stay away from in my trans stories is that jarring, overdone, disrespectful "oh my god, that chick's really a dude!" convention. I generally write trans characters who identify as such to themselves and their partners and the reader right from the start. But because the trans woman in Licorne starts the story in the body of a unicorn... well, the boundaries are a little more blurry.
Anyway, the 6 sentences I've chosen today sort of encapsulate the human Galiana's progression of thought upon discovering that her love Licorne has a body unlike any Galiana has ever encountered:
In fleeting half-thoughts, Galiana considered Licorne's unusual form, wondering why she had not disclosed the peculiarities of her body in advance. But perhaps that extra appendage between Licorne's thighs was standard fare for a unicorn in human form. Why must Galiana judge?
True, as Licorne had said, Galiana had fallen in love with a beast knowing in her heart that her unicorn was a woman. She must not alter her opinion now. To do so would be to show her lover the utmost disrespect.
Trans people get enough disrespect in the "real" world. In my fiction? No way.
Licorne just came out Thursday, and it's available now from a whole bunch of retailers, including Amazon, ARe, 1PFR, and Rainbow eBooks.
Hugs,Giselle--
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March 9, 2012
Virtual Book Tour: A Book For Sex Nerds
Today Best Sex Writing 2012's Virtual Book tour makes a stop here at Donuts & Desires. I laughed when, in the book trailer (below), editor Rachel Kramer Bussel referred to BSW as "a book for sex nerds" because that sounds like a club I want to join. If you're going to be a nerd, why not go all the way? Am I right?
The first article in this book is a "SlutWalk" piece called "Sluts, Walking" by Amanda Marcotte.
Now, since the SlutWalk originated in Toronto and I happen to live in Toronto (and with the recent news, as issued by Rush Limbaugh, that we women are all a bunch of sluts--who knew?) I was immediately drawn in. I really enjoy the tone of this article, so I'm going to share an excerpt with you today.
from "Sluts, Walking" by Amanda Marcotte:Toronto police officer Michael Sanguinetti probably thought of himself as a noble warrior against the arbiters of political correctness when he claimed, at a crime safety seminar at Osgoode Hall Law School, that the key to keeping men from raping you is to "avoid dressing like sluts." But what he actually ended up doing was putting the final nail in the coffin of the narrative of the "humorless feminist" vs. the yuk-yuking sexists who have a monopoly on the funny. A group of men and women who were outraged at this supposed rape prevention advice responded by organizing a protest march to the front doors of the Toronto Police Service, and with a cheeky nod to Sanguinetti's comment, called the whole thing "SlutWalk." They also encouraged attendees to dress however they liked, including in all sorts of clothes that are commonly understood to be "slutty," in order to drive home the point that clothes don't cause rape—rapists do. The idea was to fight hate with humor, and fight violence with cheek and irony.
Organizers certainly wanted attention, but they probably didn't have any idea what kind of attention the concept of sluts walking would get. In retrospect, the subsequent media blitz should have been predictable. The word slut probably generates more click-throughs than any other word on the Internet, after all, and the idea of sluts marching in protest, instead of simply sucking and fucking away in their relegated role as fantastical creatures of the pornographic imagination, was shocking enough that people simply couldn't stop talking about it. Clearly there was a strong need to remind people that because a woman may want to have sex with some people doesn't mean she has to take all comers—so international SlutWalk was born. SlutWalks were conducted in LA, Boston, Brisbane, Amsterdam, São Paulo, London, Helsinki, Buenos Aires, Berlin, and Cape Town, just to name a few. Women all over the world wanted to say they had a right to wear what they want and go out if they want without giving carte blanche to rapists to assault them.
Making the movement international was helped in part because the message of SlutWalk is straightforward. It's an update on the Take Back the Night rallies. Back when those were formed, feminists were saying, "Hey, we should be able to leave our houses after dark without getting raped." Now we're adding to that list a few other things we should be able to do without some dude raping us and having people excuse it as if rapists were a kind of vigilante police force assigned to the task of keeping bitches in line: wear what we want, go to parties, have as many sexual partners as we like, drink alcohol. Eventually we plan to reach a point where women enjoy the freedom of men to do what they like without the inference that you have it coming if someone rapes you.
SlutWalk drew the inevitable controversy that attends women saying they have a right to do what they want without being punished for it by the traditional methods of putting women in their place, such as forced childbirth or being mauled by rapists.
Certainly, right wing responses to SlutWalk were predictable for this. The right-wing ethos is to demand that women's sexuality and social lives be constrained with the threat of unwanted childbearing, STDs, and sexual abuse, and therefore they quite predictably defend abortion regulations, anticontraception propaganda in schools, men who catcall women on the streets, and defense attorneys who use the "she was asking for it" tactic to get their rapist clients off the hook. The predictability of these right-wing responses relegated them to background noise, no more worth debating than that grass remains green and the sky remains blue.
No, what distressed SlutWalk supporters was the noise from feminists denouncing the effort, primarily on the basis of a profound misunderstanding of the use of the word slut. For some reason, critics got it in their head that SlutWalk was about reclaiming the word slut, though their refusal to hear participants who denied that there was any kind of reclamation project going on inclines me to think they just wanted to get angry that young women were wearing miniskirts without apology.
There's much more to this article, and it gets even better!
A woman I know through one of my volunteer positions once said to me, "I always wonder about that saying, Fathers, lock up your daughters. When there's a rapist on the loose it's, lock up your daughters, lock up your daughters! I always think: why are we locking up our daughters? They're not the ones committing the rapes. Why don't we say, Fathers, lock up your sons?"
I kept thinking about that conversation while reading Marcotte's article.
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I can't believe I did that. What a great first impression. Not! And only I could
top it off by going all defensive on his ass. Poor guy looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights. At
least he was a gentleman about it, though. Had any of my exes seen me go down like a ton of bricks, all
Nia Vilvados style, they'd have pissed themselves laughing and grabbed their cameras. I'm the
character who gets caught up in headphone wire when she sees a hot guy in that movie...Fat Greek
Wedding, Big Fat Greek...whatever. I know what I mean.
Rachel shuddered. She'd
fallen flat on her face because the hunkiness of her one-night stand had taken her by surprise. She
hadn't expected it. Not in the least. Average, that's what his profile had said. It's why she picked him.
She figured he wouldn't be up himself. Most attractive men who know they're hot behave like
monkeys in heat because of it. She wanted a man who would be thanking his lucky stars to have her in
his arms, and one who would be romantic and polite. And when he rushed to help her, he'd surprised
her again.
Drop dead gorgeous and caring? This could be dangerous.
"Ya feeling better now?"
Thick Irish accent, smooth like Baileys, coated each word her one-night stand spoke.
"Uh-huh."
She glanced up at his welcoming expression and caught her stare in his. "So, you're Irish?" You're
Irish?
He quirked his mouth into a grin as if she amused him. She reminded herself that she
wanted this and backed up. She sat on the nearest thing to her, a dining chair from the breakfast for two
set, and chewed at her freshly manicured nails. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this
nervous. Her stomach flip- flopped around the butterflies dancing in her gut.
"Ya, that a problem?" God I
love his Irish brogue.
"Listen, Shaun, I'm sorry about the way I came down on you. I
mean, not came down on you. Hell, I...I'm sorry for losing it." He raised an eyebrow. "For biting your
head off when you tried to help."
"Hey, I get it. I'm not what ya expected." Shaun, hands firmly
rooted in his pockets, shrugged his shoulders. "Ya definitely not what I expected, either, but here we
are. We can call it a day if you prefer or we can enjoy the rest of the evening. What do ya say? I can
leave if ya like. The hotel room's been paid for, so ya can spend the night and make the most of it. I'll
leave ya be, so I will. But I'd rather stay here...with ya."
Her stare locked on Shaun, and she watched him grab
his bag from the foot of the bed and stride toward the exit. His muscular frame, dark features, and great
sense of style had her knees knocking together. She couldn't remember the last time she actually
wanted a man. But it wasn't like she'd chase after him. The day she did that would be the day she
forgave her daddy, or rolled over dead. The latter was more likely to happen first.
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Pretentious, that's how Rachel
described the infamous Knightsbridge store where she worked. She loved her job, though. It meant she
could let loose, make crazy-ass window displays, and stretch her imagination beyond the high street
fashion trends. Usually.
"Effing yuppie fashion." She
stood, pin cushion in hand, staring out the huge plate glass window. The rain drizzled over passing
shoppers who huddled and shared umbrellas with loved ones. She wished she could have someone she
could trust to protect her when life pissed all over her, but she didn't have anyone like that. The big
brick wall she'd built had seen to it.
A flashback of
running through a downpour with her father hit her hard. He'd thrown his coat over her, sheltering her
and leaving himself open to the elements. They giggled all the way home, running late for a Mother's
Day dinner.
She closed her eyes to try and block out
the past, but the darkness acted as a blank canvas for her memory to play out the scene until a rumble
of thunder in the distance brought her back to the present.
She sniffled back her feelings and grasped a plastic body to steady herself. A teardrop trickled
down her face, and she smeared it away. Time to buckle up and get
over it. Once a fond memory, it now served as a bitter pill. He'd tricked her, tricked everyone
with his gallant gestures. He could never again be the genuine, kind man she remembered from her
childhood. At least not to her, anyway.
"Effing life." She
threw a knit over a male model's shoulders and fluffed to give it a casual yet purposeful style. "What
are they thinking, asking me to decorate the mannequins with this jumped up crap? Men don't dress
like Prince William. No man I know anyway."
Her pocket buzzed. Rachel flipped her phone open. "Hello?" Nothing. "Hell-o?"
Still nothing. She pulled it from her ear and glanced at the digital
display.
"Email, not a call. I'm never going to
get used to this stupid, high tech phone." She pressed a few buttons. Some wrong. Some right.
Eventually, she managed to open up the message.
A last minute check, to make sure your 1NightStand goes as you desire. May I suggest you
wear a corset, my dear, to flatter your curves. He'll be there before you, and I picked a room especially
with a double door entrance so you can have a Scarlet O'Hara moment. Please don't wear green. He
hates the color. A bottle of Jameson would make a wonderful gift, should you wish to bring something
along to break the ice. And best of all, Rachel, remember why you wanted this and enjoy the
experience. Good luck, dear, I hope he's all you need.
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"Put this blindfold on," he ordered, "if ya want a
surprise." He wanted to put it on her himself. But knowing she had trust issues, it didn't feel right to do
so. Instead, he went to the bathroom to clean the toys with warm, soapy water as the packet had said
for him to do. He hoped she would be sightless and under his demand when he got back.
He wasn't
disappointed. Still on all fours, she had done as requested. He smeared lube over the beads and eased
them into her. As an anal newbie, he had no idea how much it would turn him on and drive him insane.
He wanted to rip them out and shove his cock inside her tight little hole instead. His hard on throbbed
with need already, and it had only been minutes since he'd come. Sure he would be able to perform
again, and probably too soon if he didn't grab hold of himself, he grinned.
When the fifth and biggest
bead was inside her, he whipped on a condom, slipped inside her bleep entrance from behind, and
plunged all the way into her slick warmth . The bumpity-bump of the latex numbs rubbing against him
through her thick layer massaged his length as he moved, and he couldn't contain the growl that
emerged from deep in his gut.
JoAnne Kenrick
JoAnne Kenrick, an ex-Ghost Tour Guide turned RomanceAuthor, is a Welsh lass who has lived in various countries around the world. She now calls North
Carolina her home, where she lives with her husband, two children and a lazy cat. When they aren't
demanding her attention, she can most likely be found watching a vampire movie, reading or baking
up a British favorite in her N.C. kitchen. That is, when she isn't writing or chatting up a storm on social
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