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December 4, 2010
FREE BOOK! Get "Gotta Have It" Now!
My favourite thing about editor Rachel Kramer Bussel's upcoming anthology Gotta Have It: 69 Stories of Sudden Sex is...yes, it's the cat butt on the cover. I loves me some cat butt.
But you know what? This anthology is full of stories by your favourite authors. And one of my stories is in there too. (Is that joke getting old yet? I feel like it's been recycled a few times)
Anyhoo, you've got an opportunity to get this wonderful Cleis Press anthology for free. That's right--a print anthology for free! Terms and conditions apply. ;-) You'll need to have a US mailing address (sorry, my fellow Canadians! Sucks to be us) and you'll also need to review the book on Amazon by March 15, 2011. That means you need to have purchased something (anything!) on Amazon at some point in your existence. Amazon doesn't let people post reviews of products unless they've made previous purchases. That's just the way they are.
Here's how you get your free book: just email the editor, Rachel Kramer Bussel, at gottahaveitbook@gmail.com with your Amazon profile URL and US mailing address and ask her if she's still got any copies to give away. Don't be scared--she's super-nice. She'll be sending the books out in February 2011.
Now, what's in this awesome antho?
Introduction: Short, Sweet and Totally Sexy
Seven-Letter Word Heather Lin
No Blame, No Shame Jeremy Edwards
Wasn't It Good? Andrea Dale
The Things a Woman Will Make a Man Do for Her Isabelle Gray
Special Collections Fiona Curtis
Wonderland Madeline Elayne
Red Light Angela Caperton
My Femme Evan Mora
Genesis Shanna Germain
Serious Moonlight Michael A. Gonzales
Too Wondrous to Measure Salome Wilde
Hors d'Oeuvre Stan Kent
Missed Connection Tigress Healy
Ties That Bind Daniel Burnell
Eat Me Marina Saint
Jarret Shane Allison
Lucky Number Fifty-One Jennifer Peters
Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler Tara Young
Spunk Sylvia Lowry
Time Cecilia Tan
Dining in the Dark Elizabeth Daniels
Downpour Elle
Need-Leash Mike Kimera
Crushed Satin Organza Carmel Lockyer
Not on the Mouth Cole Riley
Hot Buns on a Sunday Afternoon Erica Rivera
Feel the Burn Thomas S. Roche
Trixie Jen Cross
Police Dogging Elizabeth Coldwell
Tip Me Kiki DeLovely
Marxist Theory Elizabeth Hyder
The Dirty Things She Says Sinclair Sexsmith
Laughter in Hades Teresa Noelle Roberts
The Quick Stop Shashauna P. Thomas
Pain Surfer Cate Ellink
After Ten Years Christen Clifford
Over His Shoulder Maximilian Lagos
Manners Rachel Kramer Bussel
Veronica's Ass Matt Conklin
Punishment Befitting the Crime D. L. King
Lies Kristina Wright
A Forced Witness Vampirique Dezire
Concensus Denise Hoffner
Don't Struggle Valerie Alexander
Plotter Monocle
Intercept Burton Lawrence
Not a Bang, but a Whimper Jacqueline Applebee
Suggestion Emerald
Hands Free Effie Merryl
Remembering the Wrinkles Penelope Friday
Leaves Elise Hepner
The Copilot Mike Bruno
Pierced Kirsty Logan
Last-Time Lesbian Geneva King
Anal-yzed Donna George Storey
Independence Day Kate Pearce
Going Bald Craig J. Sorensen
Continuing Education Anya Levin
Meet Me in the Kitchen Giselle Renarde
Over the Line Helia Brookes
Not Just a Myth Heidi Champa
Hunger Maria See
The Tipping Point Lolita Lopez
The Advantage of Working from Home Kay Jaybee
For Dessert Jordana Winters
Good Neighbors Mercy Loomis
Laugh Sommer Marsden
A Good Stiff One Kathleen BradeanVacation Pictures Robert Peregrine
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Festive Frenzy: Tasty Christmas Treats by Roxanne Rhoads
Title of Work: Tasty Christmas Treats Author Name: Roxanne Rhoads
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Christmas erotica
Blurb: Kelly has had a long day working in her upscale adult boutique. She's ready to kick off her heels and spend some quality time with her husband, Marc, which just might include activities involving candy canes, ribbons and bows that would make even Kelly blush!
But just as things are spicing up, an emergency phone call from one of Kelly's employees interrupts the festive fun. Kelly's troublemaking, oversexed cousin, Chrissy, is up to no good, and wreaking havoc in Kelly's upscale sex shop.
Can Kelly convince Chrissy that her store is not a brothel before the cops shut it down? Will Kelly and Marc ever get to finish their passionate Christmas rendezvous?
Roxanne Rhoads
Freelance Writer, Erotic Romance Author, Poet, Book Reviewer
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I'm in the Mood...for the Holidays!
I'm antsy. I'm anxious. I want it now, now, now! So, you know what? I'm going to give it to me...with the help of some wonderful authors. If you're looking forward to the holidays as crazily as I am, I'm sure you'll join in my delight of hearing about all the new holiday books on the market.The celebration is here at Donuts & Desires. All through December, I'm going to be posting blurbs and excerpts from holiday releases from your favourite writers, as well as any other holidayness that tickles my fancy.
Stay tuned! Christmas is coming up...
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December 3, 2010
New Christmas Story: ALL THE WAY
Anyhoo, if you're in the market for a funny, sexy, MMF Ménage-y, Christmas-y read, I recommend my new release ALL THE WAY. Here's the blurb and an excerpt:
All the Wayby Giselle Renarde
eXcessica Publishing
Buy Link: http://excessica.com/store/catalog/product_info.php?cPath=28&products_id=490&os
When Josie invites her long-ago boyfriend Kaz to stay with her family over the holidays, there are a few things she doesn't anticipate. Kaz admitting he's still a virgin after all these years? That's a weird surprise. Her husband Rob's attempt to give Kaz a little relief in the hot tub? A weird and very sexy surprise. But what about the threesomes in the attic, bedroom, and living room, followed by Josie's jealousy when Kaz falls for her older sister? Nope, she didn't see that one coming.
Warnings: This title contains graphic language and depictions of M/F sex, M/M sex, and M/M/F ménage.
Adult Excerpt from "All the Way":
Josie ran across the deck in flip-flops, kicking them off as she threw her towel over the cleared deck chair. The cold didn't even manage to catch her up before she could slip her skin beneath the surface of the warm, warm water. It bubbled away like a witch's brew as she leaned into the jets next to Rob. She reached for his hand as he reached for hers, and they found each other's thighs instead, which was just as good. Kaz sat across from them, which seemed fortuitous. Even together in the same hot bubbles, they could get away with murder under the hydric hum of the tub.
"Your head's not too cold?" Rob called to Kaz over the noise.
"Huh?" Kaz replied, placing a hand behind his ear. "I can't hear you."
"Perfect," Rob whispered to Josie as he slipped his fingers between her legs.
Kaz shrugged and closed his eyes, at one with his jets. His seat was roughly the same as Josie's, with water flows attacking the stress in her lower back, upper back, mid back, not to mention her butt cheeks. The one thing Kaz didn't have was a husband's naughty fingers creeping under turquoise bathing bottoms.
The wetness that dear hubby came across was more than just pool water. It was the very nectar of Josie's lust for him. God, she wanted him so bad! But she couldn't very well mount her man with Kaz across the way, even if his eyes were closed. What she could do was squirm out of her bottoms and hold them tight in one hand while she worked her way down to Rob's cock with the other hand. The very solidity of it made her gasp—or perhaps that was the fingers slowly stroking her clit.
Though she tried not to make much noise while he played with her pussy, it wouldn't make much difference over the jets. She took a firm hold of his cock, dragging her hand up to the tip until she could feel that skin-on-skin sensation she loved so much. Handjobs were fun, both giving and getting. She opened her legs wide, tossing her thigh over Rob's as he snuck a wayward finger into her wet slit. Pressing her lips together, she breathed in hard. As he pierced her and penetrated her body with his fingers, she set his cock against her outer thigh and gave it a good smack. Rob loved that; she could see it in his eyes. He reached up deep inside her to rub that sweet spot marked with a g and Josie went wild.
Pressing his palm flat against her clit, he rubbed it in circles. Josie almost felt guilty. There was no way what she was doing to him even half equalled the pleasure he was giving her. Wrapping her fist around his cockhead, she teased the tip alone, pulling on it while she cupped it in her hand. Rob liked being hard in her hands. He like the pressure and the jerking. She liked it too. She liked the rubbing feeling inside her body compounded by the swirling motion on her clit as he stroked it in circles.
Her pleasure mounted as she watched the enjoyment on his face. His lips formed the words I love you before he threw his head back in ecstasy. He held on tight to her pussy, like he'd caught her with a curiously finger-like fish hook. She writhed against his static hold, never letting go of his cock as she ground her pussy against his hand. His palm on her clit felt so good beyond good she couldn't contain herself. Just as a wayward cry escaped her lips, the hot tub clicked and she knew she had to shut her mouth because the bubbles were going to stop in three…two…one…
Silence.
Kaz opened his eyes wide.***
All the Way by Giselle Renarde
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December 1, 2010
NaNoWriNO: My Month of No Writing
November is the cruelest month.
Most authors, at least those who participate in National Novel Writing Month, will tell you they spend Novembers hidden away with nothing but an internet-less laptop to keep them company. Bread and water. No distractions. Must pump out that 50k.Well, not me.
I didn't write at all this November. And, let me tell you, that's no mean feat for full-time professional author. Why didn't I write? Well...it relates back to my past life in the business world. I wouldn't go back to working full time for "the man" for any amount of money, but each November past clients and business contacts come sniffing around my door. "I've got this project..." "Can you take this on?" "Help!"
Here's the thing about autumn in the business world: it's the time of year everybody realizes they haven't spent every last time in their hefty budgets, and they know that if they don't spend it all by December 1st their budgets will be slashed for the following year. So, November becomes the month of make-work projects. Spend money fast. Doesn't matter what it's spent on. Just empty the coffers.
And that's when old business contacts come a-knockin' with contracts in hand. So, I think, hell, Christmas is coming, I've got an expensive girlfriend...why not?
In past years, I've tried to write while keeping up with these projects. This year I thought...screw it. I'll take the month off writing. So that's what I did.
All the while, story lines have been percolating. They're brewing in there. They're ready to be poured and served with donuts.
You know, many times I've claimed not to be a muse-driven author. I've claimed that writing is a profession like any other, though one I certainly enjoy more than any other career I've held onto by the coat-tails.
I think it's time to take that back. To take it ALL back. Because when I wasn't writing, I was thinking about writing. Constantly. When my mind was engaged in numbing business affairs, all I wanted to do was write...about sex or politics or sexual politics...about amusing adventures or unsettling horrors or the trials of everyday life...about myself and my girl and about you and the people you love. I just wanted to write.
And now November has come to an end, and I can write again. Hallelujah!
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November 30, 2010
NEW RELEASE: The Night Before Red Satin Christmas
Remember Regan and Maisie from last year's Torquere Holiday Sip RED SATIN? Well, they're back and this year they're returning to their hometown where...well, let's just say some emotional family stuff goes down. Not to be missed!
The Night Before Red Satin Christmas
Giselle Renarde
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Maisie used to be Mark, and this Christmas her family will meet her as a woman for the first time.
As Maisie and her girlfriend Regan arrive in their hometown, Maisie has second thoughts about letting the family know they're more than just friends. If her mom and sisters still see her as the family's youngest son and baby brother, how will they be able to understand that she's not only a woman but also a lesbian?
Although Regan agrees to keep their relationship a secret, the deception plays heavy on her psyche. When Regan is reintroduced to Mitts, Maisie's older sister, the schooldays crush she had on Mitts explodes into fiery desire. Can Regan resist the appeal of her girlfriend's seductive sister? And will the family accept Maisie without reservation on the night before a Red Satin Christmas?
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-573-3
lyd Category: Transfix
Length: 11000 words
Excerpt:
Standing on the front stoop, Maisie turned around and crossed her fingers. Regan read terrified optimism in her eyes. The time between Maisie's pressing of the bell and the door's opening felt like an eternity. Regan's pulse stopped. Her heart ran to hide behind her ribcage. She couldn't even imagine breathing at a time like this.
Mitts answered the door. In high school, Regan had a huge crush on Maisie's older sister, and seeing the girl again, she remembered why. Mitts had a quiet beauty about her. Back in the day, she'd worn long sweaters over tight tights. She crimped her hair, or teased it, and wore it in a scrunchy back then. Now her hair was long, dark, and nearly as straight as Regan's. Like Maisie, she was dressed in black pants and a low-cut red top. Even with a tea towel strewn across her shoulder, she looked incredible.
"Hi," Maisie said.
It was the simplest statement Maisie could possibly have mustered, and her voice was high-pitched when she spoke it. For a moment, nothing happened. Maisie didn't say anything and neither did Mitts. She was seeing her brother as a girl for the first time ever. When Mitts' eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped into a gaping emblem of either joy or mortification, Maisie went on to say, "It's me."
Mitts took a step back. A smile, whether genuine or put on, broke across her face as she took the tea towel from her shoulder and wiped her hands with it. "Holy shit!" she said, opening the door wider. With her hand, Mitts made a laboured come-hither motion, like she was scooping wet sand. "Get in here, you! Shit, you look…" Mitts shook her head with an expression of absolute astonishment. "Shit!"
"Is mom home?" Maisie asked without taking so much as a step forward.
After another moment of silent, awe-struck staring, Mitts said, "Oh, yeah, for sure." She turned her head and yelled, "Mom!"
"What?" a disembodied voice hollered back. "I'm on the toilet!"
Mitts turned back to Maisie and, as if she couldn't hear the whole ridiculous interaction, explained, "Mom's on the throne."
"Oh my god, Mitts, do not walk by the upstairs bathroom," another voice whispered. It was Maisie's second sister, Kayla, holding her nose as she descended the stairs. "Jesus, the whole fucking hallway reeks to high…"
As Kayla spoke, her gaze seemed to settle on the open front door. Regan watched Maisie's sister from outside the action, waiting for her recognition to spark, but it didn't seem to. The fingers pinching her nose slid down until her hand covered over her embarrassed mouth. "Oops…sorry. I didn't hear the doorbell from upstairs."
"Kayla," Mitts said. "It's Mark." She whipped her head around fast to look at Maisie. "Shit, I'm sorry. You don't go by Mark anymore. Do you? Well, obviously you don't. Duh. That was a stupid question."
"It's okay," Maisie said, though Regan could hear the disappointment in her girlfriend's voice. "You don't have to apologize. I understand."
Mitts shook her head. "No, I'm an idiot. You know, I can't for the life of me remember your new name."
A voice rang out from behind Kayla on the staircase. "It's Maisie. Like my mother, your grandmother. It's a beautiful name. It's perfect."
When Maisie looked up, Regan could feel the happiness coursing through her body. "Mom!" she cried out.
As Maisie bolted through the front door, her mother ran down the staircase. They met in the hallway and dove into each other's arms. Though Maisie was taller than her mother, something about the nature of their hug dwarfed her, in Regan's eyes, and she appeared as a little child. "Mom," she whimpered.
The Night Before Red Satin Christmas
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And if you missed last year's Christmas story RED SATIN, I encourage you to buy it now because until December 31, 2010, I will be giving all my royalties from the purchase of RED SATIN to LGBT YOUTHLINE, a queer-positive organization that supports young LGBTQ people.
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November 29, 2010
Quick Six TNG with Taylor Lochland
Quick Six TNG with Taylor Lochland
1. What does "vanilla" mean to you?
A flavor that's not bad, but rather plain. (That goes for both food and sex). :)
2. Is there any moment from your life that you remember in slow motion?
When I was thrown off a horse as a child.
3. What's the most unsettling movie you've ever seen?
Cigarette Burns -- an episode of the Showtime horror anthology series, Masters of Horror. I saw it about four years ago, and one particular scene is etched into my brain (unfortunately).
4. If you had to get a tattoo on your face, what would you want it to look like?
A silhouette of a soaring vulture, with the body on my nose and the wings on my cheeks.
5. How many monkeys jumping on the bed?
3
6. Which of the books or stories you've written is your favourite?
A little Christmas story called The Gift of Restraint.
Blurb: Demon Kirhal is surprised when Jason, his human lover, tells him he wants to celebrate Christmas. Kirhal isn't sure what he's going to do, as it's already Christmas Eve and he hasn't gotten Jason a gift. Luckily, his friend Larsehl predicted that would happen and shows up in the middle of the night with something for Kirhal to give Jason.
The gift is a box of kinky toys, and as much as Kirhal loves Jason, he isn't sure he wants to pass it along. However, when Jason gives him a nice present, Kirhal realizes he's going to have to swallow his pride and hand it over. Will his gift make Christmas bright?
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November 26, 2010
New Release: ONLY ANGELS
Jim Tate embodies sex and power. He lusts after everything with tits, and nobody turns him down—not even Helena, and she's been married to him for more years than she cares to remember! She's always told herself she doesn't mind him screwing the maid right there in their living room—Hell, she's been at it with the cook. Who is she to judge?—but the constant comparisons to other women's pert young bodies becomes more than she can handle.
When Helena follows her best friend Deb to a top-secret cougar club, she figures it's just one more underground hook-up joint for older women and the hot young guys they crave. No surprise to find the place populated with golden chests and gorgeous faces. No surprise to meet a sweet and sympathetic virgin called Sandy. The surprise comes when he exposes his huge pair…of stunning white wings! The posh club is called Only Angels, and this is where Helena's adventure begins.
Warnings: This title includes graphic language, explicit sex, and multiple partners.
Word Count: 21,900
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EXCERPT:
Power and sex.
That's what everybody saw in Jim Tate. They didn't even have to look at him to feel it. His magnetism was so profound, it shaped the air around him. If he were standing behind you in an elevator, you'd sense him there even before you picked up the refined spice of his unfathomably expensive cologne.
When he checked out your black nylon legs in high-heeled shoes, every molecule around you would get hot. So hot, you'd think it was the devil himself taking you from behind. When you turned to make sure the fires of hell weren't burning in back you, your impression would be confirmed with one glance of the distinguished Mr Tate.
He wouldn't smile at you. Juicy smirks were for sleazeballs. You'd be nonetheless drawn in by what you might read as an expression of contempt. He looked like he was above nature. He looked like he was better than you. He was quality, better than any man you'd ever seen, let alone been to bed with.
You would stare at him without meaning to. You'd try to look away, but you'd find him so impossibly alluring you'd go right on imagining the prick of his black goatee against your chin. He wouldn't lower himself to kiss you. He wouldn't have to. When his striking gaze penetrated you, almost by accident, you would lose all control.
The man had purple eyes. There they were: mauve flecked with green and gold. They were stunning. You couldn't keep from launching yourself at him. You would feel like a stupid schoolgirl throwing herself into the arms of a sexy teacher as you planted a kiss on his lips, but even your embarrassment wouldn't stop you.
His tongue would be at once sharp and warm as he returned the embrace. He would hold your head in his hands with such force you'd worry he might crush your skull. He wouldn't harm you. This was a controlled burn. Nevertheless, and though he knew precisely what he was doing, you'd be scared out of your wits.
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November 23, 2010
Bestseller Star for FRIENDS OF DOROTHY
In this very early prequel to LESLIE GOOSEMOON RIDES AGAIN, rodeo star Leslie Goosemoon is caught cross-dressing red-handed...or, more accurately, red-pantied. How does he goes from laughing-stock to bar brawl to MMF ménage participant? You'll just have to read the book and find out! ;-)
Friends of Dorothy - Giselle Renarde $2.50
When rodeo king Leslie Goosemoon is caught wearing lacy red panties, he becomes more than a laughing stock. In fact, Dorothy's Tavern is turned upside down by the ensuing brawl! Does Dorothy know just what Leslie needs? Or does her boyfriend Ricky know better?
Blurb:Leslie
Goosemoon is a rodeo star with legions of ladies fawning over him.
Things are getting hot and heavy with Sheryl, the one-night-stand he
picked up at Dorothy's Tavern, when she zips open his jeans and finds
Leslie Goosemoon wearing ladies' panties--silky and red with lace around
the top. By the time he returns to Dorothy's, the whole bar's heard
about his predilection. Some laugh. Some call him faggot. Nobody
understands him, but that doesn't mean Leslie's going to roll over and
play dead. Hell, he doesn't fully understand himself! The best he can do
is duck the punches and repel the spit.
Ricky, Dorothy's living-in-sin boyfriend, has a theory about the undies:
Leslie dresses like a lady because he secretly wants to get with
another man. That doesn't sound right to Leslie, but he has no counter.
He doesn't know why he likes the silky feel against his skin. When Ricky
gets hit in the head with a boot, Dorothy becomes mother bear. She
kicks out the offenders and sends Leslie to take care of Ricky upstairs
in their apartment. hey all know what's going to happen next.
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-548-1
lyd Category: Bi Line
Length: 9000 words
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Excerpt:
Ricky
swung his head in so close Leslie felt the stubble prick his cheek.
Ricky's tone was not unsympathetic when he said, "I heard you were a
faggot."
Leslie knew how other men would react to the accusation—they'd smash a
glass, toss a chair, or throw a punch. He wasn't about to do anything
like that. First off, he felt a hole inside his chest that seemed to be
sucking in everything around him. With all that happening inside, he had
no energy to expend. Second, Leslie knew he was no faggot, so what
difference did it make who said what? He liked pussy.
"Are you?" Ricky asked. His voice seemed strained with despair, or with hope—the two sounded much alike to Leslie.
"No," Leslie said. "That's what Sheryl went around telling all these
people? I'm a faggot?" He would have laughed if he weren't so on edge.
Ricky turned his gaze to Dorothy as she flirted with the boys at the
bar. That woman got everybody's hopes on the rise. Strange that Ricky
never seemed the least bit jealous. Most of the men around here would
fight a bull if he caught it looking his girl up and down. Of course,
that was likely the reason Dorothy was stepping out with Ricky and not
those of the bitterly possessive lot. Dorothy was slender, but she was a
powerhouse in disguise. If Leslie could be a woman, he'd want to be
every bit like Dorothy.
"Sheryl said you were prancing around in ladies' underpants," Ricky
said, shattering Leslie's focus. "She said you didn't show her a very
good time because you were…you know…" He paused to rephrase, tracing his
fingernail across the bar's natural wood grain. Gazing down at the
patina, he leaned in so close Leslie felt the heat of Ricky's cheek
against his own. He spoke very softly. "She said you liked dick."
Thank the good lord Dorothy was looking away and Ricky's face was
nestled in beside his ear—that way, nobody noticed his eyes growing too
big for their sockets. He'd never considered the possibility. Not that
he didn't know other guys liked to relieve their tensions together, just
that he'd never imagined doing it himself. He'd always craved pussy.
From the time he was a young snip, he'd chased the girls and kissed
their cheeks. Could Sheryl be right about him? Maybe she saw something
he couldn't. Maybe he'd always been secretly drawn to ladies' clothing
because he wanted to be fucked like one of them.
In his confusion, Leslie chuckled and furled his brow. Backing away from
the pool of Ricky's musky aroma, he shook his head side to side. "Well,
that ain't how it happened," he said. Aw shit! Now Dorothy was waltzing
on over! Why was everybody so interested in his private life? Sometimes
the scrutiny he faced as a rodeo star was downright deplorable. Sure,
everybody expected him to be a ladies' man, but get caught wearing
ladies' underwear and suddenly your name is mud!
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November 22, 2010
Secrets Behind "Secrets of the Solstice Sacrifice"
Anyone who's done a significant amount of editing (editing other people's work, I mean) will tell you the same thing: you don't walk away from the experience with glowing praise in your heart for every author, or for every book you edit. Sometimes, it's true, you fall in love with a book. That's certainly happened to me in the editing process. Sometimes, though, the experience is downright frustrating and you keep your fingers crossed that the author will never turn around and ask you, "But did you like it? Was it good?"That said, I took it as high praise indeed when my editor, Bryn Colvin, sent me a quick email one day to let me know she'd written an article centered around my erotic fairy story, Secrets of the Solstice Sacrifice. I was stunned by the complimentary and insightful nature of her review of my work:
Renarde takes the bold move of telling her tale from an entirely faerie set of perspectives. There are no human characters to engage with. She runs with two perspectives, characters who are both sympathetic, and very clearly not human. Part of the success of this stems, I think, from her very careful language use, having elements that take her characters away from human experience without making them unreadable. No mean feat, I would say.Read the entire article called "Visions of Faerie" at The Pagan and The Pen.
Secrets of the Solstice Sacrificeby Giselle Renarde
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-492-7lyd Category: TransFix
Length: 45 pdf Pages / 10656 words
Rating: 3 – Erotic Romance – Spicy scenes and graphic language
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When Trysta, a mixed-blood fairy engaged to another, seeks the help of the magical professor Selyf, their desire to give in to temptation mounts--particularly when Selyf realizes the only way to resolve Trysta's problem involves a sexual sacrifice on the solstice.
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