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Mean Girls by Lucy Felthouse
Adele Blackthorne is a big girl, a curvy chick. She knows it, and she’s been picked on all her life because of it. But she’s gotten to the stage where she doesn’t care. She may be Rubenesque, but she’s healthy, too. Much healthier than the mean girls at the leisure center that point and stare and say spiteful things about her. Adele rises above it all, and simply enjoys her secretive glances at the center’s hunky lifeguard, Oliver.

As the bullying of Adele becomes worse, Oliver finds it increasingly difficult not to intervene. He doesn’t want to get into trouble with work, but equally he can’t stand to see Adele treated in such a horrible way. Especially since he doesn’t agree that she’s fat and unattractive. He thinks she’s a seriously sexy woman, and would like to get to know her better. Much better.

Buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/mean-girls/

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Excerpt:

As usual, Adele Blackthorne felt the weight of gazes on her as she walked from the changing room to the steps to get into the swimming pool. She was used to it by now, and had learned not to react, to just carry on as though she hadn’t noticed people staring and not-so-subtly pointing at her.

With a polite nod to Oliver, the lifeguard, as she passed him, Adele was grateful for his much more favorable reaction. If he thought she resembled a beached whale, he hid it much better than everyone else did. The warmth in his eyes as he nodded back even looked genuine. But she had no illusions, he probably slagged her off the moment he got into the staffroom, or home, talking about the fat woman who went swimming three times a week without fail. But for now, she’d pretend he didn’t. Pretend he thought she was sexy, and wanted to get lost in her abundant curves. God knows she’d like him to.

It was true, she was a big girl and she was most definitely aware of it. Ever since she’d gotten to the age where her excess weight could no longer be called puppy fat, she’d tried to do something about it. Every diet under the sun, ridiculous amounts of exercise… nothing worked. Adele had grown so depressed in her teens that she’d become bulimic. Naturally, she’d lost some weight that way, but she’d also made herself so ill that she’d had to be hospitalized. It had terrified the life out of her, and ever since, she’d resolved that she’d much rather be healthy than skinny.

Which was why she visited her local leisure center three times a week. She used the gym and sauna, and went swimming. And every single time she went, she’d catch someone gawping at her. But because of the years she’d spent—especially at school—being called all the names under the sun, she’d developed an incredibly thick skin. She was happy and healthy—so healthy in fact that she could probably beat all of those skinny bitches at a swimming race. Of course she never offered, never called anyone out on their rudeness and ignorance, but it made her feel better to know that she was fitter and much more polite than them.

Slipping into the fast lane, she settled her goggles carefully into position—she hated getting water in her eyes—then lifted her legs to rest the bottoms of her feet against the end of the pool. Looking at the clock on the wall that counted seconds, she waited until the hand reached the top, then pushed off from the side and launched herself into the lane. It was quiet, so she had this section of the pool to herself. Her arms cut through the water, her legs flapped wildly and she did ten laps without losing any speed. Emerging from the water, she checked the clock again and was pleased to note she’d beaten her previous time.

She was just about to start another ten laps, when she heard voices from the other side of the pool. Voices that clearly forgot how well they carried on water. It was as though they were right next to her.

“God, I’m surprised all the water doesn’t jump out of the pool when she gets in. And the way she swims—she’ll cause a tidal wave one of these days.”

The spiteful words were followed by a trio of sniggers, and Adele gritted her teeth. Part of her wished that she could create a bloody tidal wave, so it would sweep those bitches under water and drown them. The other part of her tsked at the thought. Ideas like that made her just as bad as them, just as unpleasant, just as cowardly.

Because they were cowardly—the way they spoke about her behind her back proved that. If they ever passed her somewhere in the leisure center or its car park, they never said anything, not one word. They’d just scurry away as fast as they could, then titter when they thought she was out of earshot. She hoped that just one time, someone would say something to her face, so she could retaliate, speak up for herself. There was no way she’d start anything—she didn’t want to add confrontational to the list of faults that the mean girls had obviously compiled about her.

Sucking in a deep breath, Adele launched into another ten laps, allowing the chilly water and the exertion of powering through it to burn away her irritation. Because that’s all it was—irritation.

She wasn’t angry. Anger was too powerful an emotion, and one that was totally wasted on those ignorant women. She almost felt sorry for them, actually. If they had nothing better to do than to stare at her and slag her off all the time, then they clearly had very dull lives. The thought cheered her considerably and when she completed her twentieth lap, she lay her forearms on the edge of the pool and hoiked herself up. Her back was pressed against the side, and from here she had a perfect view of the rest of the pool. Tugging her goggles down so they hung around her neck, she had a damn good look at everyone else. The small children and their guardians in the kids’ pool right at the other end of the enormous hall, the old people who swum so slowly as they chatted that she was surprised they stayed afloat, the relentless movement of the man in the medium-speed lane and, of course, the mean girls who were in the same sort of position she was, but at the side of the pool rather than the end. The side which faced the lifeguard station.

Adele narrowed her eyes and watched them—the two waif-like blondes and a brunette—as they chatted and giggled, and it seemed for a change, not about her. They’d clearly changed the subject since their previous spouting of vitriol. Their focus was very firmly on Oliver as he sat on his lofty perch, surveying the pools before him, ready to jump in should anyone get into trouble. She often toyed with the idea of faking a problem, just to get him into the pool and his strong arms around her. However, she knew that although he’d undoubtedly do his duty and help her, he’d never believe such a strong swimmer would need his assistance. Then he’d lose all respect for her, and probably stop hiding his disdain for her so effectively. And the polite nods and smiles she got from him were the only thing—aside from the center’s top-notch facilities—that made the place bearable.

She was sure that if the three witches—a nickname she’d secretly come up with for the women— had their way, there would be a sign on the main doors to the building saying ‘No Fat People Allowed.’

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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012, 2013 and 2014 and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9Giselle Renarde
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Guest Post from Slave Nano: In support of 'watersports'

I’d like to thank Giselle for inviting me onto her blog page today.  This is part of an exchange of blogs about taboo subjects.  Giselle posted a blog on my site about the problems of distributing and marketing her book ‘Adam and Sheree’s Family Business’, which contains the theme of incest. In exchange I’ve offered my thoughts about the place of watersports in erotic writing, another subject censored by publishers and distributors.

Now, I’m conscious all publishers I’ve come across have this as a taboo subject.  I also understand that often this is as much down to the distributors as the publishers and, well, if nobody’s going to distribute your book you’re a bit scuppered.   I enjoy writing watersports scenes!  They can be fun, dirty or intense, however you want to play them.  But I’ve always ended up having to cut them out of my stories, as I did from my original draft of my erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a bdsm/fetish reinvention of the Alice In Wonderland tale, which had a couple of them in.
I should stress I’m not intending any criticism of my publisher  (Xcite Books) here - I don’t have a problem with making changes and I’m happy to work with a publisher’s concerns to get my writing published and out there.  But, it’s just something I wanted to comment on.  ‘Adventures in Fetishland’ has scenes of corporal punishment, nipple torture, cock and ball torture, electrical play, medical play, use of sounds, strap-on-play, cling film mummification, breath play and an attempted anal rape scene.  So, you can see, it isn’t exactly for the faint hearted!  But, one of the scenes I had to edit was a comic one involving Kim, the main character, pissing in a tea pot!  I just have trouble grappling with how all that other extreme stuff was acceptable but a funny scene at a fetish hatter’s tea party involving pee had to be axed.  
I also feel both publishers and readers are missing a treat here as there is such a lot of potential in the subject.  There is loads of dramatic tension in watersports – they get right to the heart of the psychological relationship between a dominant and submissive.  They can be both a humiliation or a reward depending on the context and how they are delivered and described and provide great opportunities for erotic writing.  So, as a special treat (if you can call it that!) the story extract I’m attached to this blog is the unexpurgated scene from the Fetish Hatter’s tea party, which I had to edit and which appears in the book with all references to piss, wee or golden wine mysteriously replaced by the Hatter’s “special blend of tea”! 
Story blurb
In this bdsm re-invention of the Alice stories Kim’s life takes an unexpected twist when she is taken from the massage parlour she works in to a fetish fantasy world ruled over by the Red Queen, a powerful dominatrix. There, an intense psychological drama is played out between the two women as Kim enters a journey into submission. The Red Queen assumes different characters who torment Kim in a series of trials ranging from the funny and strange to the sadistic and erotic.  Kim is lured deeper into this world by hints the Red Queen knows something about her past.  Why has she been chosen to serve this powerful female?  Why is the Red Queen so interested in her?  When Kim finally finds out the truth, it is shocking and bizarre.
Buy linksAdventures in Fetishland is available at:
Xcite Books: http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk/Book/7029/Adventures-in-Fetishland.htmlAmazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=slave+nano&x=15&y=12Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Adventures-in-Fetishland-ebook/dp/B007MPYV3I/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1332542332&sr=1-4
Extract from book
Oh dear, thought Kim, this tea party could be very weird.  She cast her eye across the table; it was certainly a wonderful spread.  There were two huge round tea pots and places set with china cups and saucers and plates.  The centrepiece was a large multi-tiered black cast iron cake stand that was filled with a delicious assortment of cup-cakes.  They were iced in shades of pastel green, yellow and pink and decorated with cherries or walnuts. There was bread, butter and jam, home-baked scones and jellies and trifles.  I’ve not seen party food like this since I was a child, she thought.  Kim was ravenous and thirsty, just ready for afternoon tea.
“Pour yourself a cup of tea,” offered the Hatter.
Kim picked up the big round yellow tea pot and was about to pour a cup when the hare and dormouse intervened.
“No, No, my dear, you don’t want to drink from that tea pot,” shouted the hare.
“No, no,” muttered the dormouse, “definitely not that tea pot.”
“Why, what’s wrong with this tea pot?”
“The orange tea pot is for the tea,” said the hare.
“And the yellow tea pot is for the wee,” said the dormouse.
Kim looked surprised, “I’m sorry I don’t understand, do you really mean there’s wee in that tea pot?” she asked cautiously, dreading the answer.
The Hatter replied, “Why of course, that tea pot’s for them.” 
She pointed to two of what Kim presumed were Mistress Nemesis’s male slaves.  Kim hadn’t noticed them yet. One had a leather hood on his head, the other an iron cage.  They were both sat behind her forlornly.  Waiting to be fed perhaps, thought Kim?
“They are probably thirsty,” said the Hatter, “would you mind doing the honours, girl?”
“Why, yes, I suppose not.”
Kim picked up the huge round yellow tea pot with both hands and walked over to the two men.
“Should I pour them out a cup?” she asked.
“No, no, they can drink straight from the spout,” the Hatter said.
“Yes, direct from the spout,” echoed the hare.
“Oh, definitely from the spout,” confirmed the dormouse. 
The hooded slave lifted his head up and positioned it so that Kim, holding the tea pot high over him, could tip the spout up and pour its contents straight into his mouth.  She did just that and a stream of yellow fluid came flooding out of the spout.  Oh my god, it really is pee, thought Kim.  It was a clear golden colour but it did not smell too much so it must have been quite fresh.  Kim wondered if it was the Hatter’s.  Most of the piss poured straight into the slave’s mouth and he guzzled it down eagerly, but some splashed onto his body and quite a bit spilt onto the floor.   
The tea pot was soon empty.
“He can’t waste any,” called the Hatter, “make him drink what he’s spilt off the floor.”
“Go on, drink it,” said Kim tentatively at first and then more firmly, “come on drink it up.”
“That’s no good,” said the Hatter, “he’s got to obey you.  Kick him in the balls.”
Kim did exactly that with the shiny leather shoes.  The hooded man howled in pain but soon got his head down onto the floor and started lapping the golden waters up.
“Give the rest to the other one,” ordered the Hatter.
“I’m sorry but the tea pot is empty now.”
“Well, there’s nothing for it, you’ll just have to fill it yourself.”
 “Sorry, you mean you want me to pee in the tea pot?”
“Well yes, of course,” the Hatter said.
“Yes, you heard the Hatter. You must piss in the tea pot,” added the hare.
“Yes, piss in the tea pot,” said the dormouse.
It was true, that Kim was desperate to go.  She hadn’t been to the toilet since she had left the massage parlour and that was hours ago. Oh well, she thought, I need to go.  She put the yellow tea pot on the floor, took the lid off, crouched over it, hitched up her latex dress and let release a stream of hot piss into the tea pot.  God, I needed that. It was quite a relief to empty her bladder.
“Now bring the tea pot back here, put it on the table and let it brew for a bit,” said the Hatter.
Author profile
Slave Nano writes stories drawing on the themes of bdsm, fetish, femdom and goddess worship frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings.
His work usually has dominant female characters and submissive males. His stories explore the tensions between dominant and submissive and the boundaries between pain and pleasure, physical and mental bondage and retribution and reward. 
Slave Nano lives in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom.  He works full time and juggles his writing with this.  His work has been published by Xcite Books and House of Erotica.
Find out more about Slave Nano at www.slavenano.co.uk
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FREE READ: Breaking Up From Behind (anal break-up sex erotica)

In celebration of the sexy new cover for my book Audrey & Lawrence and its release at my new vendor, Coffee Time Romance, I'm offering up a FREE STORY from the collection.

If you don't know Audrey and Lawrence, I'll give you a bit of an overview: he's an older man, she's a younger woman; he's married, she's his mistress; he's a librarian, she sees herself as a bit of a femme fatale.  They star in 12 erotic adultery tales of varying lengths, all of which appear in the Audrey & Lawrence collection.

The following is a break-up story, but, as many of us know, a break-up doesn't necessarily spell the end...

Breaking Up From Behind
Somehow, it was easy. We’d had our break-ups in the past, and they were always tortured, so I figured this one would be the same. It wasn’t. I expected tears from him, tears from me, and then the shouting and the melodrama, but no. As I said, it was easy.

“We can’t keep doing this,” I said simply. “I can’t.”

“It’s not fair to you,” he agreed.

“It isn’t real. You say it is, but it isn’t. There’s no real world validity to this relationship. As long as you’re married, we can never be together the way I’d like.”

“And I’ll always be married,” he said.

“But never to me.”

The key to a successful break-up, I realized, was in both parties coming to terms with the end of the relationship before sitting down to have the conversation. We’d both reached our respective terminus points, and we were both ready to say goodbye. That’s what made it easy.

“Before you leave,” I said, sitting on my bed. What percentage of our relationship had been spent in a bed? It was ridiculous, when I reflected on it. I focused on his outstretched hand, wondering how to ask the question to ensure a positive response. “I think it would be nice to try any of those sexual things we’ve never done before. We might not get another chance for a time…”

“What sexual things?” he asked, always the innocent.

I don’t know why I felt embarrassed saying it. “I’ve always wondered about anal.”

Was it really so taboo? No, it wasn’t. Not anymore. And yet, Lawrence shook his head side to side and said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

The familiar desire of the femme fatale coursed through my veins, and I saw an image of myself grabbing him and screaming, You’re going to fuck my ass and you’re going to like it!

You'll find this cover at some retailersI suppressed the impulse. That’s what I’d always had trouble with, particularly when I was just coming into adulthood: impulse control. But I looked at myself in the mirror and considered my age—not that I was old, but I should at least have acquired some maturity—I knew there were times when I’d have to hold back.

“Not a good idea?” I asked simply.

“I’m afraid I might hurt you,” he replied, all concern. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

When he placed his hand on my thigh, I ground my teeth together. There was something in his tone that made me feel like he was talking to a child. Nothing angered me more, and this tone of his made me all the happier he would be leaving soon. At the same time, I was all the more driven to achieve my goal prior to his departure.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking of,” I chuckled. “How could you hurt me? It’s just sex.”

“No, it’s different,” he explained without explaining. He seemed to search his mind for the proper words. “It’s not the same as vaginal sex.”

Lawrence’s use of clinical terminology made me feel like a patient rather than a lover. As much as I tried to push her deep down inside me, my inner femme fatale came surging forth. Taking Lawrence by the shoulders, she pinned him on the bed and kissed his puzzled lips. I realized I was the one provoking this action, but it seemed somehow outside me. Certainly, I didn’t want to act that way. It seemed almost as though I had no say in the matter as the seductive woman who was me stripped off his clothing and sucked his cock. That, he wouldn’t have complained about in a million years. In no time, he was hard as a twenty-year-old boy and I couldn’t wait to get his cock in my ass... whether he liked it or not.

Reaching into my night table, I pulling out heavy-duty lube, a condom, and a vibrator for the enjoyment of my lovely little clit. When I tore out of my silk negligee, Lawrence’s eyes glazed over. Good. He was more malleable in that state. I hopped on top of him and straight away sunk my wet pussy down on his cock. He groaned, rolling his head back and forth on the bed. That cock was a good size after I’d sucked it, and I was half tempted to ride it into the sunset. But no. I had to stick to the plan.

Sexy new coverTurning on my powerful vibe, I pressed it against my clit and my whole body went into spasm. I could see in Lawrence’s blissful expression how hard my tremulous pussy muscles were working his cock. Perfect opportunity! Bouncing on his belly with wild abandon, I rubbed my bud with the vibe. I could hardly imagine any greater joy, but I released his cock nonetheless and stroked it with my hand. He gurgled and writhed like a puppy getting his tummy scratched as I drew a condom over his desperate cock.

“What’s that?” he asked, his body stiffening. He chuckled nervously and said, “You don’t trust me anymore?”

I wasn’t sure I’d ever trusted him. In any case, the condom wasn’t about trust. “Don’t get your panties in a wad. I just don’t want you filling my ass with jizz.”

Lawrence made a face. “Oh, I wish you wouldn’t use words like that.”

“What, jizz or ass?”

“Either.” He watched with budding curiosity as I slathered his cockhead with lube. “What are you doing?”

I didn’t really answer the question. I only said, “You could help me out, you know.”

He didn’t react negatively. He didn’t react at all, so I pumped a good lot of lube on his fingers and placed them right between my cheeks. When I set the vibe flush against my clit, my whole body seized at the sensation. Lawrence tickled my asshole, dripping lube all over as I writhed against the vibe.

“I love how happy that makes you,” he said, easing a finger up into my hole. My assring locked on him as I slide the vibe across my hot little bud. As I rode his finger, I reached backwards to pump his cock. While I was at it, I gave his balls a taste of the vibe and watched him melt into a puddle of lust. I wanted his meat good and sturdy, because I could tell my ass was ready to take it in.

Getting a good grip on Lawrence’s shaft, I eased myself lower until his sheathed cockhead pressed right up against my asshole. When I looked down into his expectant eyes, every muscle in my body tightened. Merde! I didn’t want to prove him right. I didn’t want it to hurt, but I knew that meant loosening up. As much as he seemed to enjoy my vibe, I needed it back. When I tapped its buzzing tip against my clit, it felt like a bolt of lightning running straight through me. My ass opened like a flower and I thrust my clit against my vibrating vixen before I even realized that I had his whole cockhead inside me.

“See?” I said like a silly child. “I told you it wouldn’t hurt.”

Lawrence grinned. Propping himself up on one elbow, he leaned forward to grab my tits. I growled at the pleasure of it, letting his cock pop out of my ass, then lowering myself back down on it. It should have been easier, or at least easy, but no. I felt my hole open up to let him in, stretching wide, causing a pain I couldn't acknowledge. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of being right.

His tip mushroomed inside me. It felt huge as I urged my body down, toward his thighs. The strain caused my heart to race until I’d swallowed his cock completely, and then I felt like the best thing to do was pop it out and swallow it all over again. I must have been an idiot. Fucking him with my ass never got any easier.

When he rolled my nipple between his thumb and index finger, I stroked my clit even harder with the vibe and started—very slowly—to ride his cock. As I rocked my ass, letting him get deeper inside me, I realized shallow was better.

Popping him out one last time, I took in only the tip. I wanted to scream, but I bit my lip, buried the sting.

When his cock was in my ass for good, I pressed the vibe down in my pussy, right next to my clit. I just held it there. I didn’t have to move, except to grab the breast Lawrence wasn’t squeezing. My muscles did all the work. Pressure built inside me as my ass and pussy muscles all spasmed. The vibrations shook my thighs and down to my toes, then up my belly and into neck. My intensely focused pleasure simmered as I held that pose, vibe on clit, hand on tit, cock in ass, until it boiled over all at once and I jumped away from everything.

I sprang from Lawrence lap, curling up in fetal position with my thighs wrapped around my toy.

Really, it was all about the vibrations. Everything else was peripheral. Even Lawrence himself was secondary, I realized. I could get off without him. All I needed was a sex store gadget and two AA batteries. That’s when it hit me full-on that I could have a perfectly satisfying sex life without Lawrence. The thought made me a little sad, but mostly, it was freeing.

I held my vibe against my clit, rocking my hips to get off on it again and again. Ah putain de merde, ça fait du bon! Donne-le-moi, donne-le-moi, donne-le-moi! Lawrence must have thought I was having a seizure or something, because he tried to put his arms around me. Non, va t’ens! I kicked him away until I couldn’t feel even the heat of his body behind me anymore. As I stroked on my toy, I had to close my eyes. The sensation was so mind-blowing I was sure my eyeballs would pop out of their sockets if I kept them open.

Flipping onto my back, I lifted my hips to the sky and scoured my clit with the vibe as fast as my hand would let me. Calisse de Crisse, donne-le-moi! My whole body hopped against the mattress. I couldn’t keep quiet. I just kept, writhing, rubbing with both hands on the sex toy, shouting and cursing, Tabernac, ça me plait. Tabernac!

I couldn’t bear it any longer. I couldn’t take any more. The vibe fell from my hands, landing beside me on the bed. I lay there listening to the toy’s bee-like hum until my muscles stopped trying to jump out of my skin. When I reached around to turn it off, it occurred to me that something was missing.

Lawrence.

I opened my eyes, but he wasn’t in bed. He’d gone from the room. I considered exploring the rest of my apartment, but I knew it would be a good five minutes before my legs returned to good working order. And, anyway, I’d thrown his clothes on the floor when I stripped him, and they weren’t there anymore.

He was gone. Yes, he must have left; his copy of my apartment key was sitting on my night table. He was gone for good.

I didn’t try moving. Why bother? There was no man’s chest to cuddle against, no man’s fingers to catch in my hair, no man to shower with accolades. Oh, baby, that was incredible. You, my darling man, are the biggest, the best, the sexiest, most potent lover ever to grace my bedroom with his presence! I hope we will be together throughout eternity.

It was all such utter bullshit.

Tunnelling beneath my covers, I stretched my body out in the bountiful land of my bed. I guess I hadn’t realized just how ready I was for Lawrence to go, but it felt good to have my life to myself. With him gone, I could breathe new air. I wasn’t trapped in the garb of the seductress I’d always worn with him. It was fun to dress up in that persona when I was younger, but the act had gotten old and the femme fatale costume was tearing at the seams.

I had my vibrator. I’d be fine on my own.

***

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Guest Post: Zombie Erotoclypse by Tamsin Flowers

Hi Giselle and hi to all your readers,
I'm so thrilled to have arrived in Canada with my troupe of travelling zombies—and to be here on Giselle's blog, particularly when I know how terrified of zombies she is.  Don't worry, Giselle, I've chained them in the corner and I'm throwing your donuts at them!
Now, down to business. The reason we're here is to tell you about my new short story collection, Zombie Erotoclypse , a hot and steamy concoction of zombie erotica in which the walking dead have designs on your body rather than your brain!
Here's the blurb: If you're missing The Walking Dead, if you're the slightest bit fond of zombies or if you think they're smarter than we give them credit for, this is the book for you - in Zombie Erotoclypse the zombies have one thing on their mind and it ain't about eating your brain!

Have you ever wondered whether zombies have sex? Fall in love? Lust after humans? The five stories in this red hot collection of zombie erotica will answer all these questions and more. If you thought it was tough being a teenage virgin, try it zombie style or why not take a visit to the club where humans get to have their wicked way with hot young zombies - for a price... Meet the Peeping Zom, who develops an obsession with a hot human blonde. Who looks after new zombies and teaches them the art of zombie love-making? And how would you react if the love of your life came home one evening with a zombie bite?

Tamsin Flowers has written a collection of always entertaining and sometimes thought provoking erotic zombie shorts which will teach you one thing at least - zombies have the best sex!
There are five stories in total and today's excerpt is from the first story, Red Hot Zombie Cock …
Marsha has enough to contend with - a whole city full of zombies at the end of the pier where she's taken refuge - without having to put up with the antics of her cousin Skylar. So when he persuades her to visit a zombie sex club to celebrate her birthday, she knows from the get go it's a bad idea.
Two muzzled zombies are cuffed up to St Andrew's crosses and the club hostess calls on a member of the audience to come up on stage with them…
Mack steps forward and from where we're standing, slightly to one side, I can see that he's rubbing against the groin of his jeans with one hand.  I can hardly believe what I'm watching and I almost forget to breath.  After a couple of thrusts against his hand, the boy unzips his pants and wrestles his cock out through the slit, tangling with it until it's standing proud outside the denim.  He makes a half turn to let the crowd see his impressive erection, a wide grin on his face.
"Jesus," I say and Skylar puts an arm round my waist.  I'm not sure I want to see this.
"Fuck her!" yells a guy.
The kid turns back to the cross and puts a hand out to touch the zombie.  He brushes it, quite softly it looks, across her breasts, making the zombie grunt and strain against her restraints.  The grin has gone from his face and he looks completely fascinated.  He runs his fingers down her torso, slowly, exploring the texture of her rough, grey skin.  Under his touch, she bucks and the grunt becomes a moan that steadily increases in volume the further down he ventures.  On the next cross, the male zombie seems to sense what's happening and starts baying as he, too, struggles to get free.
"Apparently zombies have an epic sex drive," whispers Skylar in my ear and I feel his hot breath on my neck.
"No way!"
"True," he says.  "Just watch."
Mack spits on his index and middle finger and pushes them down between the zombie's splayed legs.  It has an instantaneous effect, as if a jolt of electricity has been passed through her body.   Her back arches and her head whips from side to side as she releases full-blooded zombie scream.  In the enclosed space, it tears the air and reverberates in ears and chests.  Mack looks back over the shoulder at the baying audience, his grin back in place.  Then he takes his cock in one hand and uses his other hand to find a pathway into the zombie's pussy.  He strokes his swollen head up and down between her lips and then I see his hips surge forward as he pushes himself inside.  She screams again and the male zombie roars with her.  When I look at him, I realize his cock's even larger now and he's pulling harder against the bindings at his wrists and ankles.  
The crowd goes wild with catcalls and whistles as Mack pumps in and out of her.  And despite my revulsion for what I'm seeing, I realize that between my legs I'm wet.  Skylar pulls me back against his body and I can hear that his breathing has quickened.  He grinds his hips against my ass and I feel the bulge of a nascent erection.
I hope you enjoyed it! And if you want more it's only 99c or 77p for all five! Amazon.com Amazon UK Smashwords See you at our next stop! Tamsin xxx

To find out whom else the zombies will be visiting over the next month check out the schedule on Tamsin's Superotica.
Author bio: Tamsin Flowers Tamsin Flowers loves to write light-hearted erotica, often with a twist in the tail/tale and a sense of fun.  In the words of one reviewer, 'Ms Flowers has a way of describing sexual tension that forces itself upon your own body.' Her stories have appeared in a wide variety of anthologies and she is now graduating to novellas with the intention to pen her magnum opus in the very near future.  In the meantime, like most erotica writers, she finds herself working on at least ten stories at once: while she figures out whose leg belongs in which story, you can find out more about her at Tamsin's Superotica or Tamsin Flowers. Follow her on Twitter @TamsinFlowersor on Facebook Tamsin Flowers.
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This is My Exciting News! This is it!

Hi hi hi...

I'm bouncing with glee. Can you tell?  I've been teasing you and tempting you via twitter, mentioning exciting news that I wasn't totally ready to announce, but I'm ready now, and here it is:

I have a webstore!

It's mine.  It sells my books, and it lives at Coffee Time Romance, right here:
http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookStore/indie-authors-giselle-renarde-c-193

Do you shop at Coffee Time Romance?  Well, you can start right now because I've listed my transgender historical romance "The Public Life of Private Paulsen" for the low low price of NOTHING.  $0.00.  Download it today!

But wait... there's more!  My books are currently on sale at introductory prices of 20% off.  If you've been waiting to get your grubby little hands on books like Secret Confessions: 36 Erotic Encounters or Girls Gone Carnal, they're only $3.99--for a limited time only.

And how about Audrey and Lawrence?  Remember my compilation of adultery tales about the affair between married Lawrence and his young mistress Audrey (it's kinda the memoir of my twenties... in twelve parts)?  Well, my little book put on a sexy new cover just for its special release at Coffee Time Romance!

Check out what's currently available, and bookmark the webstore, because there will be more great erotica coming soon!

http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookStore/indie-authors-giselle-renarde-c-193
See you there!
Giselle

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Call for Submissions~Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dog Did What?

They should have called it "What did the dog do?" so we could all laugh and say "haha--dog do." I guess the chicken soup people aren't all as immature as I am. 

Anyway, here's a call for the dog people:

Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dog Did What?101 Amazing Stories of Magic Moments, Miracles and... Mayhem
We are so excited about Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dog Did What? We know you'll have many great stories for us and that you rejoice in the simple absurdities, funny habits, and crazy antics of your dogs. Our dogs make us smile every day, but sometimes they really outdo themselves. Whether they came up with the idea themselves, or you put them in a situation that caused them to do something unusual, we want to hear about it! Tell us what your dog did that made people want to ask again and again, "The Dog Did What?"

We are looking for first-person true stories and poems up to 1200 words. Stories can be serious or humorous, or both. We can't wait to read all the heartwarming, inspirational, and hysterical stories you have about your dogs!

Here are a few suggested ideas but we know you will come up with your own:

• Has your dog ever done something that made you laugh out loud?
• Has your dog ever demonstrated a surprising degree of empathy or comprehension of a situation?
• Have you ever taken a trip with your dog? Did s/he do something funny?
• If you have more than one dog, have they ever done something together that you can't believe?
• Does your dog do something that no other pet of yours has ever done?
• Does your dog act a certain way with a particular family member?
• Has your dog ever gotten stuck somewhere?
• Has your dog ever done something extremely embarrassing?
• What happened when you tried to train your dog?
• Have you ever brought your dog somewhere you really shouldn't have?
• Do you sometimes think your dog is human?
• Has your dog done something heroic?

Please remember, we no longer publish "as told to" stories. Please write in the first person about yourself or someone close to you. Do not ghostwrite a story for someone else unless you list that person 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 you submitted a story or a poem on our website to a book entitled "Stories About Dogs" within the last few months please do not submit that same story or poem to us again. We have it in our database. We have tweaked the title of our dog book just a little and we have extended the deadline date for submissions but other than that the database remains the same and your story is there and will be considered for the book.

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

SUBMISSIONS GO TO OUR WEBSITE. https://www.chickensoup.com/ Select the Submit Your Story link on the left tool bar and follow the directions.

DEADLINE FOR SUBMISSIONS IS JANUARY 5, 2014.Giselle Renarde
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Vicious Rumour? Hearsay? Is Rainbow eBooks Really Closing?

Two days ago I was telling you how much I loved a little LGBT retailer called Rainbow eBooks, http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/.  Staff is approachable, and they've helped me raise money for a queer youth peer assistance charity called LGBT Youthline on more than one occasion. 

And now what do I hear?  They're closing September 30, 2013.  Going out of business.

Not another one! 

Fictionwise is gone (though, good riddance, amirite?), 1PFR is gone, as well as their 1EroticaEbooks or whatever that was called (see? I don't even remember once they've shuttered their bookshelves), free fiction sites like Oysters & Chocolate and Every Night Erotica have folded... what are we going to do, guys?

I heard this from a publisher, but there's no word about the closure on Rainbow eBooks' website, so... can anyone verify this information?  Otherwise I'm just spreading vicious rumours.

Rainbow eBooks, if you are closing, I just want to say I'm sad to see you go. You were so nice to me.

Hugs,
Giselle

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#MySexySaturday, Family Business, and a 50% Off Coupon!

This Saturday, I'm showcasing my new TABOO release.  Adam and Sheree's Family Business just hit the market yesterday, so you can be among the first to snag a copy... if you dare!

After shagging her brother all summer, Sheree is desperate for a place to live.  Adam reluctantly agrees to let her crash on his couch until she finds a job, but the house is already crowded--he has three college roommates.  Sheree gets on everybody's nerves pretty quickly, but that's the least of Adam's concerns when he discovers his sister's new porn business...
Here we have seven paragraphs from Adam and Sheree's Family Business:

Pushing magazines and empty 7-Up cans to the floor, Adam set his laptop on the coffee table.  He traced his palm up and down his crotch, barely applying any pressure.  If he grabbed his cock or held it too hard, he’d fill his shorts right there on the living room couch.
Onscreen, Porn Star Sheree licked her glossy lips.  She winked at the camera before letting her silky blouse slide down one shoulder.  Fuck, even her shoulders made Adam’s dick surge against his fly.  This was ridiculous.  Any other guy would be ashamed, watching his sister in a porn video.  Adam felt guilty for not feeling guilty.  Hell, he’d fucked that girl six ways to Sunday.  Seeing her strip online made him excessively horny.
“Whatcha watchin’?”
Adam tensed as he looked from his laptop to the real thing.  Sheree leaned against the door jamb with her arms folded under her tits.  She was naked from head to toe.
“What are you doing?  Are you stupid?”  Adam threw Pearl’s chenille blanket at her.  “Put some fucking clothes on!”
Draping the throw over her shoulders, Sheree sauntered around the barricade of boxes.  “So, you found one of my strip clips, huh?”
“I didn’t exactly go looking.  It just popped up when I opened my computer.”

Adam and Sheree's Family Business is the sequel to this summer's hot seller, Adam and Sheree's Family Vacation.  They're both too taboo for Amazon, All Romance, and BookStrand, but they ARE available from select retailers.

To celebrate the sequel's release, I'm giving you a coupon to get 50% off the first book, Adam and Sheree's Family Vacation, only at Smashwords, only with this coupon code:
Promotional price: $2.50
Coupon Code: RV99U
Expires: September 30, 2013

Right here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/323822


And when you're done with the Family Vacation, check out the Family Business!

Buy from the Publisher, Excessica's taboo "Eden" Imprint: http://excessica.com/eden/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=30&products_id=179

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/adam-and-sheree-x2019-s-family-business-giselle-renarde/1116893547?ean=2940148682998

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/357224

Rainbow eBooks: http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=11835

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/adam-and-sheree-s-family-business


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Looking for a Taste of Taboo? Adam and Sheree are Back in Business!

Just call it Flowers in the Attic: The Next Generation.

My "Adam and Sheree" series is some of the filthiest smut out there--so risqué it's been banned by Amazon and many other retailers.

If you don't find hardcore brother/sister sex titillating... well, these crazy kids might not be for you.  But, who knows?  Maybe you'll love to hate them, or hate to love them.  If you've never taken a chance on this kind of stuff, you just might like Adam and Sheree. They were my first, too.

Adam and Sheree's Family Business is the second book in this series.  The first one was Adam and Sheree's Family Vacation.  If you haven't read it, you might want to (because it's pure, unadulterated smut) but it's not an absolute necessity. If you want to start with the sequel, have at it!  It's full of homemade porn, group sex, and... just... smut.  Yeah.  Wow.  Filthy smut.


After a summer of forbidden love, Sheree crashes at the townhouse her brother Adam shares with a motley crew of college students.  With no spare rooms, she takes the couch, promising it’s only until she finds a job and a place of her own. 

But Sheree doesn’t seem all that interested in working. She lounges around all day, tempting and taunting her brother while she annoys the hell out of Adam’s rent-paying roommates. Adam tries his damnedest to keep his hands off his sister, but he just can’t help himself.  He’ll succumb to temptation, but not in the house. Adam won’t risk his friends finding out about their taboo relationship.

When Sheree starts a sordid family porn business behind his back, Adam can’t believe how she’s taken advantage of him. Will he kick his sister to the curb or choose to be used in every way possible?

WARNING: This book is packed with entrepreneurial exhibitionism, extreme menage, lesbian licking, fetish filming, multiple partners, bondage, rough sex, and plenty of taboo encounters between consenting adults.


Word Count: 37,000

EXCERPT:


Straddling his thighs, she draped her arms over his shoulders.  Her tits were just a whisper away, and he wanted to feel them pierce his chest.  He wanted her nipples to cut him like knives.

Adam’s thighs trembled, and Sheree growled, “Don’t you dare!”
“I’m sorry.”  Adam closed his eyes and breathed deeply.  He could feel her everywhere, like a bolt of silk caressing his skin.  It was just too much.  He swallowed hard as his cock lurched, finding Sheree’s slit and stroking it.  “God, you’re wet.”
She cuddled closer, pressing her big breasts against his sweating skin.  Man, was it hard to breathe in here.  The air wasn’t circulating.  He felt dizzy and hot.  And then Sheree whispered in his ear, “Isn’t it nice to fuck a girl who doesn’t need any foreplay?”
“Yeah.”  He panted like a dog.
“I’m always ready.”  She trapped his cock between his belly and her cunt, rubbing her engorged clit up and down his shaft.  Her pussy was wet as water and hot as hell.  “Any time, day or night, I’m always ready for a fuck.”
His cock throbbed like it had its own heartbeat.  “What about now?  Are you ready now?”
“Mmm-hmm.”  She giggled, deep in her throat.  “Are you?”
His thighs tensed.  “Can’t you feel how ready I am?”
“But that’s just your body.”  Reaching down, she grabbed hold of his shaft, arching slightly.  She found her cunt with his cock.  She did all the work, devouring his tip, holding it right there, at the mouth of her pussy.  “You’d better last more than six seconds.  I want to get off.”  
 
Buy from the Publisher, Excessica's taboo "Eden" Imprint: http://excessica.com/eden/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=30&products_id=179

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/adam-and-sheree-x2019-s-family-business-giselle-renarde/1116893547?ean=2940148682998

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/357224

Rainbow eBooks: http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=11835

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/adam-and-sheree-s-family-business

Like the first book, Adam and Sheree's Family Vacation WILL NOT be available from Amazon, All Romance, or BookStrand--they don't allow smut this filthy on their sites.

Purchase wherever you prefer, but just a note: I earn higher royalties if you buy directly from the publisher (that's the case with most authors and publishers, so consider buying all your books direct).  Also, Rainbow eBooks is a great corporate citizen and they're really nice people. They've even helped me raise money for an LGBT youth charity on more than one occasion, so if you've never checked them out maybe it's time.

That's all for now!
Happy Reading,
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Call for Submissions: Queering Reality–Seeking Trans* People...

...Who Make the Ordinary Extraordinary!

Found this call for subs at the Lambda Lit site:
Are you someone whose skills or interests don’t fit neatly under the rainbow? Have you ever thought you and your work might make a great reality show? Do you live your life doing everyday sh*t in creative ways? If you’ve felt like you’re the only Trans* person doing what you’re doing in the world, we want you!
After all, we are the community that makes the everyday extraordinary.

Queering Reality seeks anecdotes, tales, and stories about your work outside the traditional literary, performing, and academic disciplines.

Submissions should be between 2000-5000 words and be accompanied by a short, 300-word bio. Deadline is Nov. 1st, 2013

Please send submissions to Trans-GenrePress@live.com, and include “Queering Reality – Your Name” in the subject line.

Queering Reality (Trans-Genre Press) is edited by Ryka Aoki and A.J. Bryce. Each published author receives two copies of the anthology and $50 for their contribution

See more at: http://www.lambdaliterary.org/writers/subs/09/07/call-for-submissions-queering-reality-seeking-trans-people-who-make-the-ordinary-extraordinary/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=twitter#sthash.UAVTUOBa.dpufGiselle Renarde
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