Hi Readers!  It’s me, Giselle Renarde, blogging today. There’s a bit of chit-chat, a bit of excerpt, and a contest, so keep reading.

The story I wrote for SheShifters was rather unique for me.  I write a ton of lesbian erotica, but not often paranormal, and I don’t often include characters who are sex workers.

My story “Sneak” involves a mouse shifter (yes, a mouse!) living in a backwoods bordello that’s fallen mostly into disuse.  There’s only one woman still living and working there, and my little mouse Bess has fallen madly in love with her.

Bess was born and raised human in this secluded brothel, and she’s lived here as a mouse long enough to watch generations of girls come and go.  There’s only one left now, Loralee, entertaining cowboys who leave her with nothing but bruises and a fistful of cash.  Loralee is living out the fate Bess sought Old Gertie’s magic to avoid oh so many years ago.  Now Bess’ little heart can’t bear the torment those brutes are imposing on poor Loralee, and she’d do anything to bring that woman some peace. She’s got a plan that involves revisiting her human form, but is Bess really willing to come out of retirement in the career she never started?  She’d do anything for Loralee…   

An Excerpt from Sneak (*Adult Content*):

It wasn’t much to look at, inside or out, but this house had been a brothel of sorts for as long as Bess could remember.  Only one woman lived here now, alone–or so she thought.  She didn’t know about Bess.  At least, not yet.

Ah, Loralee, so unassumingly pretty underneath that thick foundation, the false lashes, the dark shadow.  Her men only got to see her one way–made-up, falsified, cloaked in everything she wasn’t. Her skirts were small, but her hair was big, teased and sprayed to retain dimension.  It wasn’t the real Loralee on that bed, just a body that looked like her.  Cosmetics prevented the men, the adulterers and perverts, from seeing her true self.  Loralee, pretty Loralee, was so vulnerable, so insecure…so like Bess.
Bess looked on, unnoticed, as some reeking cowboy took Loralee from behind.  His shirt was half off, dirty denim around his ankles, boots grinding mud into the worn-down carpet.  They were all so lazy, these dirty, grunting men.  Loralee deserved better, but the poor thing was resigned to her fate.

And how, exactly, did Bess know all this?  Well, people tend to talk when they think they’re alone.  Loralee always talked to herself when the men had gone, while she was stripping the bed.  Poor girl always washed the sheets after a john had left.  Bess didn’t blame her–she’d have done the same if fate hadn’t blessed her so long ago.  She hardly remembered being human.  She hadn’t much cared for it, as far as she could recall.

The cowboy pulled his cock from Loralee’s pussy and shoved it up her ass.  Bess cringed as Loralee screamed bloody murder.  Loralee’s hands, with their chipped-polish nails, balled the fitted sheet, tearing it from the mattress.  The cowboy just kept ramming her, and Bess wondered how humanity continued to function with so many of these heartless bastards on the loose.  He slapped her ass rosy, and when he pulled out, a trail of white stuff followed.  Blood, too.  Without a word, he shrugged on his shirt, zipped up his jeans, and tossed a couple bills on the tall dresser.  They landed so close to Bess she could smell his putrid scent on them, and her stomach flip-flopped.

The ceramic tea light holder on the dresser was open at the back and had stars cut out in the front.  It was a perfect hiding spot. Perched inside, Bess watched Loralee take heaving breaths, like she was trying to expel that man from her lungs.  Pulling the sheets along with her, she slipped to the floor and sobbed.

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So, that passage sets the stage for what Sneak’s all about. (Yeah, there was a dude in there, but don’t worry, he’s gone now. LOL)

On to the contest…

Since Sneak is a little intense and takes place in the woods, I’d like to give away 2 copies of another story that takes place in the woods (at a luxury woodland resort, to be specific): “Pretty Cousin” from my Wedding Heat series.

Vanessa’s had a crush on her cousin Maggie since before she knew what love was. They were inseparable growing up—that is, until Vanessa came out as lesbian. That confession sparked a rift between the girls that stretched out more than ten years.

Two days before Maggie’s wedding, she meets up with Vanessa for the first time since they were teenagers and makes a confession of her own: Maggie’s mother was adopted by Vanessa’s grandparents. They aren’t related, not by blood. They aren’t really cousins at all.

Will Vanessa give in to her lust and try to seduce Maggie so close to the wedding? Or will Maggie give Vanessa no choice?

WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language and explicit lesbian sex between non-blood-related cousins.

Comment to win.  Since Wedding Heat: Pretty Cousin and “Sneak” both grind the limits of propriety, I’ll ask: Do you prefer erotic fiction that plays it safe or pushes your limits?  Is there any type of erotic content that’s totally beyond your comfort level?

Include your email address and whether you’d prefer pdf, mobi or e-pub format. I’ll pick winners after July 1st (Canada Day AND Toronto Pride wrapped into one–busy day over here!)