Hello!  I’m KC Burn, and I’m a (new) Flirty Author Bitch.  For my first post, I thought I’d take the Pirates vs. Ninjas debate and put a little twist on it – Pirates vs. Ninjas as Romantic Tropes.  I know ninjas aren’t typically considered romantic tropes, but how else can I have my first Romantic Trope Cage Match?  So, we’re gonna pretend, okay?

Pirates vs. Ninjas isn’t exactly an ages-old debate (I don’t think) but as a geek who is friends with a number of other geeks, this topic has raised its head periodically over the years.  Even the “I’m on a horse” Old Spice guy has an opinion - CLEARLY this is a timely and relevant topic. 

Generally, my friends’ discussion involve which one is cooler or more dangerous, not which one you’d rather boink.  Or in the case of this post, which one you’d rather read about as they boink in your romantic fiction.

Now, I honestly don’t recall any instances of ninjas as romantic heroes, but that might be due to an utter lack of ninja romances.  Is there such a sub-genre?  If you know of any ninja romances, share some titles!  If not, you’re all witnesses – I invented it here and now.  It’ll be bigger than steampunk!

Ahem.

I think most people would probably pick pirates over ninjas as romantic heroes.  Dashing, lawless, manly, and as it’s my fantasy, maybe they all look a bit like Johnny Depp.  But then, my own personal reality check steps in.  The escapism fails as I start to think:  months on a boat… no showers… no toothbrushes… I bet ninjas have MUCH better personal hygiene.  After all, how can you sneak up on someone when you smell like an open sewer?  And ninjas are fit, right?  Totally buff?  I bet a lot of pirates have beer bellies and brewer’s droop.  That’s not even considering the scurvy!  So, the more I think about it, the more I’m leaning towards ninjas.

There’s another consideration, though.  I write m/m romance – my first book was released earlier this year – and I should probably forget which would make a better romantic hero, and start planning how I can get a pirate and ninja to hookup!  Have I mentioned I’m constitutionally incapable of making decisions?

What do you think — Cage Match or Hot Hookup?  Who do you want to win?  Which one’s your favorite romantic hero — Ninja, Pirate, or both together?  No cheating by suggesting other types, because I just might have a couple more cage matches planned!

I have a weird brain that memorizes song lyrics without me even knowing it.  And they pop up at the strangest times.  Did you get this one? Here’s a video with sound and lyrics.

This song was apt, though, because I write of otherworldly things.  So, please allow me to introduce myself and my world of kick-ass women and sexy Alpha males–vampires and werewolves and who knows what else?  But let’s start with the vampires …

Several years ago, I decided I didn’t like what was happening to vampires in the current genre literature, both paranormal romance and urban fantasy. They were being turned into sensitive guys who drove Volvos (a Volvo? Really?), who hated what they were and only drank blood (ewww) because they had to. They were full of angst and torment and wanted only to do good.  Ick.

So I decided to write about the real vampires, creatures who had ascended to the top of the food chain through blood and violence and who reveled in what they’d become, building empires that spanned human generations and living according to their own rules and no one else’s. My vampires are lethal predators–deadly, aggressive, territorial and, of course, sexy as hell.

In my world, the vampire hierarchy centers around the Vampire Lords. These very few and all-powerful vampires hold the lives of every vampire within their domain. No vampire exists but that he (or she) is beholden to one of the Lords or is powerful enough to be a Lord in his own right. In all of North America, there are only eight Vampire Lords, each controlling a separate territory with rigidly maintained boundaries. The Vampire Lords are fiercely competitive with one another and tolerate no trespassing.

Each of the books in my series, Vampires in America, focuses on one of the territories and its Lord. The first book, RAPHAEL, introduces the Lord of the Western Territory. Raphael is almost 500 years old and controls the largest of the eight North American territories. He is scarily powerful, possibly the most powerful vampire alive. When someone near and dear to him is kidnapped, Raphael hires a human investigator Cynthia Leighton, to track down the human kidnappers.

And the rest as they say, is history.

Book Two continues the story of Raphael and Cyn, but with the introduction of JABRIL Karim, a vampire who values no life but his own, who enslaves those he desires, steals whatever he covets and destroys anyone who stands in his way. When he sets his sights on Cyn, he crosses a line which can only end in someone’s death.

And my newest book is RAJMUND, Book Three of the Vampires in America series. Due out from ImaJinn Books on July 30th, it introduces Rajmund (RYE-mund) Gregor. Rajmund is a younger and more modern vampire as compared to Raphael. He is the Master of Manhattan, New York, which he controls on behalf of his Sire, Krystof Sapieha, who is Lord of the Northeastern Territory. Krystof is very old. Too old. He is going slowly mad and the territory is crumbling around him. Power in the vampire world rarely passes without violence.  Of all Krystof’s vampire children, only Rajmund is powerful enough to destroy his Sire and seize the territory for himself.  But first, there is the matter of some missing women and the human police who suspect their disappearances are the work of a vampire.

And that leaves my werewolves. This is a new series for me. Just released from Siren Publishing, HEART OF THE WOLF introduces the universe of my wolves with the story of Renjiro Roesner and Kathryn Avinger.

Kathryn is the daughter of the North American Alpha. Young, beautiful and obedient, Kathryn was married off at the age of eighteen to a much older and wealthy human, finding herself neatly trapped in an abusive prison of money and privilege.

Renjiro is a powerful and charismatic wolf, an enforcer for Kathryn’s father and, once upon a time, Kathryn’s promised husband. Returning from a mission to find Kathryn married and gone, Ren left the country, bitter and betrayed. But when someone tries to murder Kathryn at her husband’s funeral, Ren comes home to protect the only woman he ever loved.

What’s next in my world? I don’t know for sure.

But I’m thinking . . . demons.

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See you in August!

DBR

I’m staring at my TBR pile with longing. I have a plethora of yummies to read and no time to read them. You see, I’m under a lot of pressure at work. I have my regular work plus a lot of stuff to do for the consultants who are configuring our new Citrix server.  The old server is hanging by a tooth (well, two power supplies instead of three) and since the new one is already there, it just made sense to step up the timeframe and get it ready to use…in two weeks.

You might think that’s not such a trial but the original timeframe was more like two months. From two months to two weeks = major stress load for me. I’m going to work earlier, leaving later, cutting lunch short, and breaks? WTF are those? Now, you put that on top of my dead bed that hurts to sleep on, my kid and her how do I get to school woes, my DH and all his attendant issues, deadlines, and a new publisher and…I’m way beyond insane.

So all of this leads me back to the longing with which I eye my Nookie. I look at my Nook and I want to read. I’ve tried taking it to bed and sneaking a little reading in, only to wake up in the night with the Nook lying on my chest still on. Not the best place to leave the thing.  I’m thinking maybe in a couple of weeks I can sneak in a book or two. At least, I’m fervently hoping so.

Here’s what is causing me angst because I’ve no time to read them!

Jan Irving’s Born to Be Wylde:

Sequel to Wylde, my favorite  Jan Irving story to date. Well, at least until the Boxer, which I beta read, comes out! Wylde was my first Jan book and I adore it. When Jan asked for help with a title for the sequel to Wylde I suggested this title and was delighted she chose it! I am totally itching to read it!

Blurb:

Deputy Ken Ito wakes up from a nightmare in a strange place: a cave in the woods, cared for by a beautiful young man with long hair that smells of cedar. Ken falls under Wylde’s spell, feeling like he’s lost in one of those captive-captor romances: Wylde found him, saved him… and now he considers Ken his.

But Ken has to get back to his life and find out who beat him and left him for dead, suspecting it must have something to do with his investigation of disappearances on the remote stretch of road he patrols. Protective Wylde follows him and they begin a fledgling affair, but the danger to them—and their hearts—is following close behind.

Z.A. Maxfield’s Fugitive Color:

Apparently, this is a slight departure of sorts from the ZAM of St. Nacho’s and Crossing Borders. This promises to be a little darker, but still written with that turn of phrase and deep characterization that marks ZAM’s lush writing. My sense is that this will strike a lot closer to Notturno than Family Unit. Any ZAM is good ZAM to me and I can’t wait to read this one.

Blurb:

Max Lancaster’s neighbor–his muse, the young ballerina Elena–has gone missing. Between secrets from his past and the fact that he’s altering his paintings in his sleep, Max is worried that he’s lost his mind. By the time forensic artist Sumner Ellison arrives as part of the investigation even Max can see himself in the role of “person of interest.”

Sumner Ellison doesn’t believe that Max killed Elena, yet he isn’t certain Max is entirely sane. Sumner offers Max oblivion in bed and unflinching honesty. Max takes what Sumner offers, losing himself in the younger man’s body while hiding his heart from Sumner’s love.

When doubt pulls them apart, it takes the all of Max’s passion and the purity of Sumner’s faith to find answers create a love that won’t fade away over time.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Male/male sexual practices.

Natalie Dae’s Magenta Starling:

This author’s debut at EC so completely steamed up my reading glasses that I’ve been eagerly awaiting this longer work. She has a way of captivating you with the characters’ emotions and I can’t wait to discover if she’s done it again with this book.

Blurb:

Cursed at birth, Dion is a demon who has searched for his beloved for centuries. Upon meeting Morgan, he knows she’s the one he’s been waiting for, the one woman he can love forever, the one woman capable of helping him break the curse. However, Jistin, the curse-giver, has other ideas…

Morgan longs for a relationship and release from her solitary life aboard her yacht, The Magenta Starling. She longs for Dion—who’s not all that he appears. When he reveals his feelings for her, Morgan allows Dion to take her to his world, the realm of Thradmos. Her love for him growing even as she struggles to accept his reality, Morgan realizes she would do anything for him—including give up her life in the real world.

At a party held in celebration of Dion’s impending freedom, Morgan is snatched away by Jistin. In a final battle, Dion will fight not only for his freedom, but also that of his beloved, lest he be cursed for all eternity…and lose Morgan in the process.

Regina Carlysle’s Lone Star Lycan:

I started Regina’s High Plains Shifter series with Highland Beast, which I loved. I’m reading the series so I can put a trailer together for it, something I promised Regina. But yanno, I just can never seem to get enough of her writing, trailer or no. As soon as I finished Highland Beast, I itched to read the next book in the series, Lone Star Lycan. So here I sit, eager to get on with it and no time to do it! Grr!

Blurb:

Book 2 in the High Plains Shifters series but may be read as a stand-alone story.

She came to dusty west Texas to bury the dead. But one look from Joe’s smoldering eyes made Quinn Harlow grow wet and needy. The cowboy was too big, too sexy, too everything, and more man than she’d ever had before. Though she was just a visitor, her heart begged her to stay and find her destiny with him on these desolate plains.

Joe McKinnon, alpha of the Wolf Creek pack, takes one look at his destined mate and knows he’ll have his hands full dealing with the sassy female. A single glance has his cock going hard. One touch has him willing to move mountains to claim her. He knows it won’t be easy to tame the woman who holds his future in her hands.

Reader Advisory: Includes a scintillating M/F/M ménage scene.

Renee Wildes’s Dust of Dreams:

Every book in the Guardians of Light series is awesome. Each is very different too yet still so easily recognizable as Renee’s work. The world she’s built is multi-faceted and I am ever amazed at her talent. This is another book I need to read for a trailer (I’ve done all the other trailers in this series) but it’s totally a labor of love because I can’t seem to get enough of the Guardians of Light.

Blurb:

All her light—and all his love—may not be enough to hold the nightmares at bay…

Mingling with other races is strictly forbidden, but dream faerie Pryseis has no choice. An innocent goblin child suffers dangerous nightmares, and it should be a simple task to cure him and return to her anxious sisters before the council knows she’s gone.

Yet there’s a reason a creature of air and sunlight has no business underground. Now in chains, prisoner of an ungrateful goblin sorcerer, Pryseis despairs that anyone will save her. Her only comfort—the memory of a man she can only touch in her dreams.

Benilo ta Myran, with the reluctant blessing of his elven king and queen, takes up a quest some would call mad, driven by the certain knowledge that the beautiful faerie who invades his dreams is in danger. He carries a terrible secret—war has broken his healing powers—yet he cannot leave her to face the darkness alone.

The first touch of their flesh surpasses their most erotic dreams, but the nightmare has just begun. There’s the suffering child, and a sorcerer who won’t go down without a fight. And the clock is ticking down for Pryseis, who must return home—or fade away.

Warning: Beware of wounded bunnies, hungry trolls, low ceilings, glowing mold and goblins bearing gifts. Most of all, beware beautiful faeries and hot elves appearing in your dreams. They may lead you astray…and steal your heart.

Kim Knox’s Dark Host:

Ever since I read Kim’s Breaking Chance I’ve been on a sci fi kick and this is just part of it. The best part probably because I’ve decided I need to read whatever Kim’s written.  I’m really looking forward to stepping into yet another of her futuristic worlds with a kick ass heroine and a dark hero who wring your heart out.

Blurb:

Feline Mosaic, Charis Sur, thought her mission aboard the INS Pagidion would be quick and easy. All she has to do is watch her target and keep him alive until Betelgeuse goes nova.

Simple. Until one of the passengers drops dead in front of her.

Suddenly everything is not simple. Her life depends on a successful mission and she has to protect her target from whatever killed this man. That throws her into the path of Jason Narak, the one man she never wanted to see again. The man who burned her six months before. Yet, even as her past with Jason hurls her mission, her life into disarray, Charis finds that…something…is waiting for them aboard the INS Pagidion.

It calls itself darkness. And it needs a host.

There’s a lot more to the list than this, but this is the half dozen at the top of the pile. Wish me luck that I spin through my writing over the next couple of weekends, stay on top of the deadlines, get the server switched over and can finally relax with one of these yummy books! If you happen to beat me to them, I won’t be mad because I know you’ll come away satisfied with a great read!

SPRING FEVER is a love story. I wrote it a few years ago, before my girlfriend Sweet and I started dating. I knew her as a “him” back then–an effeminate, quirky guy who attracted my attention, though I couldn’t quite figure out why. It was a long while before Sweet came out to me as a MTF transsexual. In the meantime, I wrote SPRING FEVER.

~Blurb~

Dotschy’s in love with a cross dresser. No, not in love. It’s just spring fever. Really it is…

After a rough break up, Dotschy doesn’t want to think about love everlasting. When spring comes around and she can’t stop smiling at Connor the sweet and sensitive semi-closet trans-curious sometimes-cross-dresser, she convinces herself it’s just infatuation. That doesn’t stop her from wanting him though. It doesn’t stop her from getting him either.

~Excerpt~

Connor, dressed as a woman, stood before me in a light pink sweater with pearly plastic buttons down the front. It was the type of sweater a mommy picks out for her little girl. That’s the spirit in which Connor dressed himself. Sure, he had plenty of life experience as a man, but he was a novice female. His skirt was a more mature tweedy grey shot with pink, slit in the back and just covering his knees. Did he shave his legs? I couldn’t tell, what with the pantyhose. His shoes matched his sweater. His nails matched his sweater. Connor pulled off the look beautifully. He looked almost elegant in his black Kiss of the Spider Woman wig. His boobs were generous, but he had a natural paunch to match. Despite his height, he didn’t look curiously tall. He looked perfect, actually. His glasses were the same pair he wore as a man. They suited him both ways.

Soft. That was Connor dressed as a woman. He was soft. Soft pinks, soft body, soft curves. I ran my hand across his cheek. That was soft too. No trace of stubble. Before I arrived at his house, I’d wondered if I would be as attracted to Connor dressed as a woman as I was to Connor dressed as a man. “You look beautiful.” I kissed his smooth cheek, lingering close. Those sparkling blue eyes were Connor. The clothes were different, but the person was the same. I would easily have made out with him, and not just to see if passers-by would throw stuff at us.

“You look fabulous, dear,” he said. His voice lilted, neither high nor low.

“Fabulous?” I chuckled. “Honey, you’re a woman, you’re not gay! Try ‘lovely’ or ‘gorgeous.’”

He leaned in close. Into my ear, he whispered, “Dotschy, you’re gorgeous.”

Audrey and Lawrence are so excited to see all their adventures in a single collection, they’ve created a whole website for it! Okay, so they had a little help from an author friend, but I’m trying to stay humble about my contribution to their great endeavour…LOL

When my girlfriend and I went out for Sunday brunch this weekend, I ordered something I’d never tried before–Eggs Benedict.

“The first of my Audrey and Lawrence stories,” I told her, “starts with a joke about Eggs Benedict.”

She popped a red grape in her mouth. “What’s the joke?”

I didn’t want to tell her, at first. My mind was barraged by images of my past and my bed before she was in it, and I remembered the first time I heard the joke. I was young then, like Audrey. Like Audrey, I welcomed a married man into my apartment every Sunday morning. It was from him I heard this joke.

Excerpt from “Kiss the Cook” by Giselle Renarde,
From Audrey & Lawrence: The Complete Collection

“How are Eggs Benedict like oral sex?”

“I don’t know, Lawrence. How are Eggs Benedict like oral sex?”

“You don’t get either at home,” he chuckled.

My stomach plunged six stories. You don’t get either at home? I guess he meant it as some kind of a veiled compliment, but still…Lawrence wasn’t usually so crass. Even if the insult wasn’t aimed at me, it still hurt to hear him say something so mean-spirited.

“Groan,” I said, pretending to find his joke merely innocuous. Why did I always do that? Pretend to be perpetually un-offended, I mean. Kissing my way across Lawrence’s fleshy abdomen, I nuzzled his pubic hair from top to balls, taking in that quintessentially male aroma of spent cock. Pure sex. Now that was good stuff! What a bad joke, though. So bad I couldn’t relax after the rather incredible blowjob I’d just given him. This time, I had to say something.

“I don’t like it when you criticize your wife,” I confessed, running my fingers through those curly greying hairs.

Shaking his bald but beautiful head like he was scrambling eggs in there, Lawrence looked down at me.

“It’s very unbecoming,” I continued.

 “I don’t know what you mean,” he claimed. He claimed.

 “Eggs Benedict? Look, I know you and…” I tried to say Ruth, but it just wasn’t happening. His wife’s name was the only taboo word in our repertoire. “I know you and she don’t have a satisfying sex life…”

 “It’s not a matter of satisfying or unsatisfying,” Lawrence interrupted. “There is no sex life. It doesn’t exist.”

 The jealousy I’d felt only a moment earlier was eagerly consumed by schadenfreude. I was the only girl for Lawrence. Audrey LeBreton plus Lawrence Galloway equals (heart) 4-ever! At least that’s what I chose to believe.

As I poked my egg to release a runny yoke into its base of toasted baguette and Swiss, I pushed my past aside and looked into the face of my future. Sweet smiled. When I’d told her the Eggs Benedict joke, she was quiet for a moment. And then she laughed and said, “That’s true.”

Should I take that as a joke?

Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
www.gisellerenarde.webs.com

Find out more about Audrey & Lawrence: The Complete Collection at the Audrey & Lawrence website! Audrey & Lawrence is available now for pre-order, and for purchase March 28th, 2010 from eXcessica Publishing.

That’s right! THE BIRTHDAY GIFT by Giselle Renarde just won’t quit being popular! Many e-books enjoy a burst of popularity when they first hit the market, and then sales and awareness dwindle. THE BIRTHDAY GIFT is different. Even after a few fine years on the e-book market, it’s as much in demand as ever!

Why do readers enjoy THE BIRTHDAY GIFT ? One reader told me “it has something for everyone” because, as an MMFF menage story, there’s gay male, lesbian, and hetero naughtiness. Another reader calls THE BIRTHDAY GIFT “A Must Read!” Me? I like the surprise ending. I go for that sort of thing. Oh, and the cover is g-g-g-gorgeous!

What’s it all about? Read on

Meredith is a cake-baking, apron-wearing small-town Canadian mom. Her
guiding principle in life is, “What would June Cleaver do?” That is,
until a curious set of circumstances cause her to crash an outdoor
gathering where she stumbles upon a pair of delicious hunks getting a
little hands-on with each other. Surely June Cleaver would have headed
for the hills at the sight! Not Meredith. This relaxed get-together
really heats up when one man’s wife appears on the scene… and encourages
Meredith to join in.

Whew! Hot stuff! But the story’s not over yet. There’s still the
tropical vacation, the confinement in foreign prison, the trial for
freedom… and, hey, where’s Meredith’s husband in all this? It is his birthday, after all…

Intriguing, right? Well, it would be rude of me not to share a spicy excerpt, so here’s tidbit for those of us who love the image of two built guys getting frisky:

Excerpt from THE BIRTHDAY GIFT by Giselle Renarde

As Meredith drew her lids open, her heart nearly stopped.  On a built-in bench at the opposite end of the isolated deck sat Richard and Ash.   No clothes.  Two men—two strangers—naked in Joyce’s backyard.  A flutter of nervous excitement turned Meredith’s body into a battlefield.  Leave!  No, stay.  Watch!  No, go.

But how could she leave when, just a stone’s throw across the deck, Richard’s hard cock surged toward the well-defined muscles of his tight stomach? A tingling sensation culminated at the summit of Meredith’s lower lips when Ash reached over to stroke Richard’s rigid cock.  Was this an unwelcome act?  Apparently not!  Richard’s magnificent hairless chest glimmered with sweat as he swept a hand across Ash’s brawny thigh.  Close your mouth, young lady!  You’ll catch flies.

This must have been a common occurrence, because Joyce didn’t seem surprised in the least.  Meredith tried to be unnerved, offended, angered, upset by the men’s behavior, but it was impossible.  Two gorgeous men lying side-by-side in the summer sun and stroking each others’ rigid shafts?  June Cleaver would have been long gone by now, but Meredith was in awe of the men’s breathtaking bodies, of their surging muscles, of their cocks sparkling with pre-cum.  This was the single sexiest image she’d ever seen.  Richard and Ash didn’t seem to mind her being there, so what was the harm in watching?

A white hand firmly took hold of a thick brown cock while a brown hand slowly jerked off the large white rod.  This act ought to be the new symbol of international peace and brotherhood. Two masculine males pumping each others’ stiff rods was far more stimulating than a simple black hand shaking a white hand.  A warm tingling sensation took over Meredith’s body.

She clutched her fruit platter for fear she’d drop it and send porcelain and mango flying.  Maintain a safe distance.

* * *

Maybe you’ve read THE BIRTHDAY GIFT already.  If you haven’t, why not pick up a copy?  You can buy THE BIRTHDAY GIFT from eXcessica Publishing , All Romance e-books , Amazon , or any respected e-book retailer!

Hugs,

Giselle Renarde

Canada just got hotter!
http://freewebs.com/gisellerenarde/

http://donutsdesires.blogspot.com

It’s got bondage, rope play, a love story, a curse, and a BDSM dungeon. Now Faithful John and the Dungeon Ravens has a new cover as well! Isn’t it hot?

In this loose adaptation of the Grimm Brothers’ tale Faithful John, the queen’s untimely death leaves her son in charge of the brothel-like castle dungeon. Though her devoted servant, Faithful John, promised the queen he would keep the young man from the cursed Mistress Mei, nothing can divide royalty and young love. When the young king asks for her hand in marriage, she realizes her acceptance is a death sentence and says yes even so. Can Faithful John save Mistress Mei from her prescribed fate, or will his devotion see him turned to stone?

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Hugs,
Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
http://freewebs.com/gisellerenarde/
http://donutsdesires.blogspot.com

My first novella Ondine: An Erotic Tale of Art and Deception is now available and I couldn’t be more excited!

Ondine has something for everyone! Do you like darling romance about clumsy artists falling for rich boys? Got it! Do you love girls succumbing to the temptation other women? Got it! How about pansexual hippie orgies and M/F/F ménage? Got those too! If you love it, Ondine ’s got it! This title is already available as an audio book from iTunes, Audible and Audible UK, and now you can get it in print or as an e-book !

Blurb~
Novice painter Evelyn Fon gets more than she bargained for after receiving her first big commission with the brand new Drinkwater Hotel. Who would have guessed Gavin Drinkwater, heir to the family fortune, would take such a keen personal interest in her? But when Evelyn arrives at the hotel’s elegant Gala Celebration, she soon discovers she’s there as a date for Gavin Drinkwater Senior, her crush’s elitist – albeit incredibly handsome – father!

In attempting to escape the party – not to mention her embarrassment – Evelyn stumbles upon Gavin’s mother, Imelda. Over a bottle of champagne, Imelda reveals the 20-year-old tale of her torrid lesbian love affair with a young ballerina named Ondine. But, as Evelyn soon finds out from the Drinkwater patriarch, there’s more deception to her love story than even Imelda is aware. Can Evelyn uncover the truths buried in the past and reunite Gavin’s estranged free-loving parents?Perhaps her role in the family drama will even earn her a place in the bashful heir’s heart.

An erotic journey through the worlds of ballet, art, and passionate liaisons, Ondine is a sensual exploration of pansexual free love wrapped in a boy-meets-girl tale of mix-ups and misunderstandings. Warning: This title contains graphic language and depictions of lesbian sex, a pansexual orgy, and M/F/F ménage.

Erotic Excerpt from Ondine

Ondine’s impulse to flee subsided as Yvette traced gloved fingers across her forearm, consoling, “Ah! No, no, no! Don’t cry, ma chere. We don’t want your eyes all red and puffy as you greet your future husband.” Yvette found a tissue in her purse and dried her eyes. “There. You look more beautiful than ever. I would be proud if you were my bride.”

Her bride? What a ridiculous thing to say! Yvette’s bride? Champagne bubbles effervesced in Ondine’s belly, rising up through her chest until they burst as laughter from her throat. She couldn’t contain the joy of being close again after weeks of estrangement and longing. A smile crawled across Yvette’s cheeks as laughter burst the tension pervading the cold church room.

“Clotilde did my hair. Do you like it?” Ondine asked, fishing for a compliment.

“Absolument!” she giggled. “I always said you looked good with your hair up.”

Giddy now, Ondine danced over to the old sofa at the far end of the room and collapsed there in her bridal gown. Yvette followed to lean in beside her, midnight black against pristine white. What a relief to feel at ease after so long. How wonderful to giggle and chat, and simply feel comfortable with Yvette again.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” Ondine admitted, gazing into her friend’s cheerful eyes. Of course, she couldn’t say the words with Yvette looking right at her, so she leaned in close and whispered, “I can’t kiss Rejean without imagining you. Isn’t that scandalous?”

For all her reluctance, now that she’d finally given voice to her irreverent desires, they no longer seemed so devastating. In fact, they seemed rather funny. Ondine laughed. They both did.

“Do you think I can ever be happy with Rejean?” Ondine asked.

“I hope so, for your sake,” she sighed with seeming sincerity. Yvette spoke slowly into her ear, allowing each word the weight it deserved. “But if you want the absolute truth, I suspect you’d be more fulfilled if I were your lover.”

A new wave of desire bred goose bumps along Ondine’s bare arms. Yvette sat so near to her she could feel the intense heat radiating from that body cloaked all in black. Their cheeks brushed as Yvette leaned back to look into her eyes. Ondine knew she was about to get kissed. She knew it and did nothing to prevent it. She wanted that kiss. Would it feel as she’d always imagined? Soft and warm? Slow and languorous?

Yvette placed a firm hand on Ondine’s cheek, holding her gaze steady. As their lips touched, glossy pink against deep crimson, heavy breaths escaped them both. Ondine savoured their long-awaited first kiss, her frantic tongue swimming in the warm pool of Yvette’s mouth. Her body was electrified. Particles of energy darted through her like shooting stars. Never has she imagined a woman could kiss so heatedly, with such blazing intensity. Ondine wanted more. She wanted everything.

Welcoming Yvette’s touch, she hiked up the skirts of her gown with desperate determination. Moth to flame, Yvette’s hand cupped her mound over her new silk panties. Cupped and squeezed. Beneath her bridal lingerie, sweet juices flowed. Surrendering herself completely to the woman in black, she laid limp beneath the torrent of kisses. Whatever Yvette wished for, Ondine desired.

Forcing her satin-gloved hand beneath Ondine’s panties, Yvette plunged impassioned fingers into her silken slit. The nectar flowed faster as she rubbed those tender lips. Yvette broke away to watch in the mirror, mesmerized as she massaged the bride’s clito, but Ondine had waited far too long for that kiss. She wouldn’t let it slip away so easily. Grasping Yvette’s head in her hands, she brought the girl’s lips to hers and kissed them in a frenzy. There wasn’t much time. She had to get married soon.

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