Thursday, June 7, 2012

Sizzling Summer 2012: Smoking Hot Excerpt #2

Welcome to Giselle Renarde and her steamy series! And away we go with our summer entry number two. Huzzah! Pass the suntan lotion :)


Duck Season! Wedding Season!

Have we been introduced?  I’m Giselle Renarde.  Oh, my grandmother told you all about me?  She pointed me out as “the queer girl who writes naughty stories” and now you’d like to set me up with your lesbian niece?  Well, I have a girlfriend, but thanks for the thought and, yes, I’d love to spend the next hour hearing all about your Alaskan cruise and/or orthopedic surgery.  Why don’t you call your drunken husband over so he can provide loud corrections to all your stories?     

So… been to any good weddings lately?

Yeah, they sure are fun, aren’t they?  Maybe on the page more so than in real life.  But they ARE fun on the page, and you know what?  So is sizzling erotica.  That’s why I decided to start a series called Wedding Heat, combining the frantic joy of a wedding with the frantic joy of sex!

Have you heard of Wedding Heat?  The tagline is “Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle” and that’s a pretty good summary! 

Wedding Heat is a series of ebooks set at Maggie and Ed’s wedding weekend at a luxury wilderness resort.  There are storylines that weave their way through different ebooks, but for the most part each story focuses on different guests.  As we know, weddings are about so much more than just two people getting hitched.  The guests all bring their own baggage.  They’ve got stuff going on in their lives, or they’re looking to hook up, or their looking for a romance of their own.

For instance, the second book of the series (Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush) follows Irene, a girl from Maggie’s office, who happens to have a huge crush on a boy from Maggie’s office.  Of course, Irene’s having a hell of a time working up the courage to tell him she likes him, but she’s convinced it’s going to happen this weekend.  She’s talked him into sharing a room at the resort hotel, and she’s confident as hell until she spots him making out with some strange woman!  Just when Irene is convinced it’ll never happen, the beautiful stranger brings them together with the fine art of MFF ménage.

Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush is a popular little book in the series, so I’m going to share a little excerpt with you:

“Okay, pretty boy, take her from behind.”  Denitsa’s voice was warm as butter, yet commanding as an army sergeant’s.  “Lift her by the fishnets, bring her to standing.”

Brian’s fingers wove through the slits in the fishnets, tugging upward, encouraging Irene to stand.  Though she could hardly bear to pull her face away from Denitsa’s hot cunt, she forced herself to look down past her naked tits with their glossy peach nipples, down to where the bright red fishnets criss-crossed her own black bush.  The sight made her heart palpitate, and for a moment she wondered if she might die here today.  At least she’d go with a smile on her face.

“Find her pussy with your fingers,” Denitsa instructed.

Brian’s touch landed softly against Irene’s skin, following the curve of her ass down, down to where the heat was.  Irene gasped when he found her pussy lips through the fishnets, exploring slowly, striking her clit.  She turned her face to the side, setting her cheek against Denitsa’s juicy cunt.

“Is her pussy wet?” Denitsa asked Brian.  “Put your fingers inside and tell me how it feels.”

Brian wasted no time pressing two brave fingers up inside Irene’s slit, and she felt her eyeballs rolling back in her head with the sheer pleasure of it.  Without thinking, Irene pressed two of her own fingers into the overwhelming wetness of Denitsa’s cunt, feeling those valiant pussy muscles clamp down on her digits, then pulse and flutter.  She wondered if her own pussy was doing the same thing to Brian.

“There,” Denitsa cooed, already bucking her hips slightly to meet Irene’s invasion.  “How does that feel?”

“Hot,” Irene and Brian said in unison.  “And Wet.”

“Yessss.”  Denitsa growled now, scouring her clit against Irene’s cheek.  Irene had never felt so dirty, but she loved the idea of another woman painting her face with pussy juice.  “Now fuck our angel, pretty boy.  Put on a show for me.”

Irene wished she could see the expression on Brian’s face as he pulled his fingers from her pussy and replaced them with his cock, but she couldn’t tear her face away from Denitsa’s hot cunt.  All she could do was turn and suck the woman’s pulsing clit while she fucked Denitsa with her fingers.

Brian’s cockhead rested at the mouth of Irene’s slit, like it was waiting for the perfect moment to thrust inside of her.  “Oh god,” she said around Denitsa’s clit.  “Just fuck me, Brian.  Fuck me hard until I come!”

“She wants you to destroy her,” Denitsa said.

“Destroy me,” Irene echoed without releasing Denitsa’s clit from her lips.

If you'd like to read more of Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush, you can buy it pretty much anywhere ebooks are sold

… like Amazon:
Or eXcessica:

If you'd like to find out more about the Wedding Heat series, I encourage you to visit its site:

Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, avid volunteer, contributor to well over 50 short story anthologies, and author of dozens of electronic and print books, including Anonymous, Nanny State, Audrey & Lawrence, Ondine, Secret Confessions, and The Red Satin Collection.  Giselle’s book My Mistress’ Thighs: Erotic Transgender Fiction and Poetry received an Honourable Mention in the 2011 Rainbow Awards. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

Giselle doesn’t wear dresses, not even to weddings.  The last time she attended a summer wedding, she wore a very presentable suit even though it resulted in this (recurring) conversation with her mother:  

Mom: Did you find a dress for the wedding?
Giselle: No, I'm wearing a suit.
Mom: Why don't you ask your sisters? I'm sure they have dresses you can wear.
Giselle: No, I'm wearing a suit.
Mom: Do you want me to take you shopping? We can look for a dress.
Giselle: No, I'm wearing a suit.
Mom: I'll buy you a dress!
Giselle: No, I'm wearing a suit. (argh!)


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1 comment:

  1. YAY for Canada!

    Love to discover new authors, especially ones in my own backyard. :D

    The conversation with your mom is a crack up, and I can't wait to read this series!

    Sommer, thanks for hosting honey!


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