Older Women, Wild Desires #Erotica #Anthology

Older Women, Wild Desires
Erotic Older Women, Volume One
by Giselle Renarde

Older women prove it’s never too late for new experiences in this delicious collection of nine spicy stories. From outdoor sex to tantra and toys, we catch older women enjoying forbidden fantasies and acting on impulse. Whether they’re loving long-term partners or persuasive young bucks, the women in these stories delight in physical and metaphysical encounters. Enter a world of enjoying aging bodies in Older Women, Wild Desires!

Older Women, Wild Desires is available from...
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Enjoy an excerpt from the story Ghost of a Chance, which appears in Older Women, Wild Desires:

Finally, I ask, “How about William? Is he married? What’s he up to?”

Zelda’s face becomes a mask and she says, “Oh, you didn’t hear… honey, William died.”

A million questions spill out of my mouth. I can’t keep up with myself. I want to know everything: when did this happen, how did it happen, why him, so young? And when Zelda tells me William’s wife died at an early age, even before I split with Jack, my head starts ringing like a bell.

And the only question left is why didn’t we find each other? In all those years, when I thought about William—and I did think about him, often—why didn’t I open the phone book? When I was single and he was a widower we could have softened the edges of each other’s lives. And now that would never happen, because he’s departed this Earth.

I drown my grief in red wine, and not merely for William’s sake. It’s my own despair, as well. Everything that might have been, gone. Suddenly I see a perfect life together. I see the life I want for myself right now, and I know I can’t have it. Because he’s gone. He’s dead. He’s never coming back.

Throughout my niece’s wedding reception, I hold back tears. Look how young they are! She loves Dumbo, God only knows why. Maybe they’ll be happy together for the rest of their days. But not me. I’m old and shrivelled, and the one man who might have made me happy is gone.
I drink and drink and drink, but every glass of merlot makes matters worse.

My daughter’s still dancing with the young people when I’m ready to stumble home, so Zelda drops me off at my dark and gloomy house. Alone, I sit on the stairs and try to get my shoes off, but my drunken fingers refuse. My dizzy brain swerves to the left, and teardrops land on my hands as I crawl up the stairs. My legs are done for the day. I’m not sure how I manage to haul myself into bed, but I’m still fully dressed when my head hits the pillow.

I’m out like a light.

When I wake up, my mouth feels full of cotton. Water? Can I get some water over here?
My heavy eyelids take their time, but when they open I see… no, it couldn’t be. There’s a figure standing in the doorway: a tall black man with a kind face and a heart that glows as brightly as his soul.

I’m not afraid, because I know this man. I knew him.

It’s William.

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Re-Released! Contemporary Romance LOVE AT THE TOP (excerpt PG)

A classic romance just in time for Valentine’s Day!

EPPIE Finalist for Best Contemporary Romance: LOVE AT THE TOP

Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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UNWILLING TO LOVE AGAIN: Ever since her divorce, Cassidy Romanelli is reluctant to trust another man. A chance meeting with a bearded stranger, Alex Smith, causes her to have second thoughts. But when she finds out Alex is really her new boss, multi-millionaire A.E. Haydon-Smith, can she learn to trust her heart instead of her head?

THE WOMAN OF HIS DREAMS: On holiday before assuming his new position, A.E. Haydon-Smith meets the woman of his dreams only to discover she prefers his riffraff personae rather than who he actually is. Will he be able to win over the reluctant Cassidy and heal her wounded heart?

Returning to Alex's office at ten past six, Cassidy dragged herself through the door. She couldn't wait to slam her apartment door closed, peel off her dress, and flop onto her couch. Working this assignment, as well as trying to keep up with the demands of her regular job was slowly draining her reserves of energy.

But the real reason for her total exhaustion was trying to keep her emotions on an even keel around the finger-licking good Mr. Alex Haydon-Smith.

Oblivious to her surroundings, she dropped her handbag and kicked off her wing-tipped shoes. The feel of the plush carpet against her feet soothed her, and she headed for her desk. Just a few items to wrap up then she'd head for home.

"You look weary, Cassidy."

She jumped. Alex sat at his desk, his jacket off and white shirt sleeves rolled up. His forearms had an abundance of dark hair, which probably meant his chest also had....

"Cassidy?" He waved his hand close to her face to catch her attention.

She flushed. Bedroom thoughts were dangerous thoughts. "Um, hi. I thought you'd gone for the day."

Sinking into her chair, she brushed the hair off her forehead. He'd been working, too. His tie jammed into his pants pocket, he hunched over the desktop, scribbling on his ever-present yellow pad. The loosened collar on his shirt revealed curly black hairs. He looked endearingly casual. He looked like Alex Smith.

She picked up her cup of cold coffee and gulped it down. Goodness, but it was bitter. She shivered. She felt very vulnerable right now. Too vulnerable. Her defenses were weakening.

He leveled a pencil at her. "Go home, Cassidy. Get some rest." Leaning back in his executive chair, he stretched his hands behind his head. "By the way, where do you live?"

"You know where I live. You have my personnel records, remember?"

"Right. Queens." He flipped his pencil off the desk. "Want me to drive you home?"

"No, no."

She had to keep him at arm's length. After their understanding in the elevator, she didn't want to take any chances. Business and pleasure didn't mix. One-night-stands had a way of breaking hearts. Her heart had just recently healed, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Rubbing her temple, she stood. Forget this paperwork. She'd better leave now while her body still obeyed her. "Well, I think I'll go now. See you tomorrow."

Before she had a chance to turn, he was by her side, gripping her shoulders. "Why are you frightened of me?"

Her heart slammed against her ribcage. "Fr--Frightened? D--Don't be ridiculous." Without her heels, she felt so tiny next to him. She had to crane her neck to look up at him.

His voice turned husky. "I'll never hurt you, Cassidy. I promise you that."

He lowered his head, capturing her lips. At first his touch was soft, then he crushed her against his chest, burying his fingers in her hair.

She moaned. She couldn't deny her feelings any longer. Lifting up on her toes, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him closer still. She circled small swirls on his back with the palms of her hands and sank deeper and deeper into love's abyss.

All sensations were pushed into the background, except for the frantic beatings of his heart and hers that became a wild primitive mating ritual.

Although her knees wobbled, he held her steady. He nibbled the sensitive skin of her earlobe, then trailed his lips down the curve of her neck.

A thousand electric vibrations pulsed through her. His sensuous kisses rocked her sanity. She'd never felt this way before, but, dear God, she wanted more.

"Cassidy." Alex whispered her name, sighing deliciously into her ear. Back to her parted lips, he swept his tongue inside her mouth.

Trembling, she let him take possession of her tongue, of her mouth. On its own, her head tilted back, as if seeking a soft bed to continue their lovemaking.

With a sudden movement, he lifted her up and carried her over to the black, cushioned couch. Gently placing her down, he brushed his lips against her cheek.

"Cassidy, I've wanted this since the moment I met you."

His warm breath fanned her face. She gazed up at him and saw his desire-darkened eyes. Those eyes fueled an untamed longing in her. She licked her lips.

For a fleeting second, a strange expression passed over his face, and she paused to analyze it. On his face was a look of victory, or of triumph. Like she was a conquest.

Conquest? Another notch on that damned gun belt? Anger pushed passion aside. Anger or self-preservation?

Slithering out from under him, she rose unsteadily to her feet. She held up both her hands. "I'm sorry. But I just can't...."

She had to get out of there, fast. By the drop of Alex's black eyebrows, she could tell Mount Haydon-Smith would erupt momentarily.

Maybe she couldn't blame him. She hadn't meant to tease. But then she hadn't planned on being seduced, either.

And she was nobody's conquest.

He sat up, a look of bewilderment in his blue eyes. "Cassidy, why?"

No words could get past her lips. Her throat had thickened and she couldn't speak. Shaking her head, she spun around, and as fast as she could, picked up her handbag and shoes, to beat a very hasty retreat


Hope you enjoy!

Susanne Marie Knight
Read outside the box: award-winning Romance Writing With A Twist! 

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Re-Released! Regency Time-Travel Romance TIMELESS DECEPTION (excerpt PG)

Here’s a classic time-travel Regency for a classic holiday season!


Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Time-Travel Regency

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TANGLED WEB: Her identity switched against her will, Alaina Sawyer wakes up in the year 1818 as the Countess of Saybrooke. Can she convince the man of her dreams--her new “husband”--that she is cut from an altogether different cloth than his unfaithful wife Alicia?

WISHFUL THINKING: Richard Cransworth, the Earl of Saybrooke, must come to grips with his wife’s sudden descent into virtue. Is her new behavior wishful thinking on his part, or can it possibly be that she is now his, and his alone?

Scene Set-Up:
Alaina is pretending to be Lord Saybrooke’s wife, Alicia. He finds her behavior at the dinner table puzzling, so he has a private meeting with her to discover what is going on.

This battle of wits invigorated her. It was quite a challenge to manufacture answers in response to Lord Saybrooke’s questions. Of course, it was easy to make a false step, but so what? Until Alaina did, she would let her imagination run rampant.

Besides, her replies fueled the man’s anger; she enjoyed that, she enjoyed that very much.

With both elbows, Lord Saybrooke leaned on the mantle and observed her from his superior height. “Perhaps the strangest piece of the puzzle is you addressing me differently. I have known you many years, m’dear. You have never used my first name.”

For once, Alaina was stumped. She had called him “Richard,” following his mother’s lead. Wasn’t that his name? What else could her double have called him?

Then, very clearly, Alicia’s words came back to her: “Saybrooke” she had said.

Slowly approaching the fireplace as if it was the lion’s den, Alaina looked up into his face. How good-looking he was. Such a hard and lean jaw-line, smooth and square. His hooded eyes had brows that threatened to meet at the slightest sign of displeasure.

“Well, I decided I would get your attention if I called you ‘Richard.’“

Those brows moved together as she prophesied. “And why did you want my attention?” he asked dangerously.

She fidgeted with the folds in her dress. If only he would look at her with less disgust.

Avoiding his probing eyes, she struggled to come up with a reason. “I hadn’t seen you in a long time. I wondered... if... if....”

Her voice trailed off. Her imagination finally failed her.

“You wondered if you could still make my life miserable.” He supplied the rest of the words. “Indeed, you can be assured on that count. As you have surmised, you retain that particular talent, m’dear.”

The Earl of Saybrooke made a small bow and quickly left the room, allowing the solid mahogany door to slam, giving evidence to the violence of his feelings. The echo was the only sound in the grand State Dining Room to keep Alaina company.


Happy Holidays!

Susanne Marie Knight
Read outside the box: award-winning Romance Writing With A Twist! 

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New Release! WOLF UNLEASHED - Special Wolf Alpha Team (SWAT)! And a HUGE GIVEAWAY!

It’s release day for the next book in my Special Wolf Alpha Team (SWAT) Series, WOLF UNLEASHED!

If you’ve read the other books in the Series, you’ve already met hunky werewolf Alex Trevino. Well, he’s found The One for him in beautiful dog lover, veterinarian Lacey Barton. Thing is, Lacey doesn't trust guys very much. In her experience, men don't hang around and the woman always ends up getting hurt.

But Alex is different. Okay, understatement there. He is a werewolf, after all. :)


Lacey Barton can't deny her crazy attraction to Alex Trevino, but that doesn't mean she has time for the gorgeous SWAT officer. She's hell-bent on discovering who's behind the brutal dogfights sending countless mauled animals to her veterinarian office. The trail leads Lacey to a ring of vicious drug dealers and suddenly she's in way over her head-right smack in the middle of a SWAT stakeout.

With Lacey in danger, Alex's wolf side is unleashed. But when she witnesses Alex shift, she's even more terrified... Now it's up to Alex to crack the case-and earn back Lacey's trust and, ultimately, her heart.

Read the First 5 Chapters for FREE!





To celebrate the release of WOLF UNLEASHED, I’m giving away signed paperback copies of the first four books in the SWAT Series—HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF, WOLF TROUBLE, IN THE COMPANY OF WOLVES, and TO LOVE A WOLF—as well as an adorable Squishable Werewolf!

Click on the link below to enter!

And don't forget to stop by the Release Party on Facebook tonight from 7 - 9 PM EST with special guests, cover model Julian Christian, author Katie Ruggle! Don't forget to invite your friends! See you there!

Happy Reading!


Hunky Heroes, Kick-butt Heroines

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Re-Released! Paranormal Romance COMPETITORS! (excerpt PG)


Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Paranormal Suspense

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AN IMPOSSIBLE MEETING: Vivianne Quinn is staying at her brother’s apartment to recover from a personal tragedy. Her visit is anything but tranquil, for soon a serial killer targets her as the next victim, she has to “babysit” a valuable artifact, and she falls in love with a stranger who is unlike anyone she has ever met. How will Vivianne react when she finds out just how different he really is?

NEANDERTHAL’S NEMESIS: It’s common knowledge that Neanderthals are extinct, vanished from the face of the planet about 30,000 years ago. What remains a mystery is how or why this sudden disappearance occurred. Sometimes, however, common knowledge can be wrong....

Against her own inclination, Vivianne agreed to take care of a cat for the stranger she'd just met, Max.


A knock sounded at the door. Her hand still fanning her camisole up and down, Vivianne stepped over to the entrance and opened the door. “Gosh, Fran, that was quick--”

Instead of Fran, over the threshold stood Maximilian Vogelherd, his deeply green eyes taking in the sight of her exposed, bare stomach.

“Do you like things slow, then?” he lifted his lips in a deliberate smile, which heated her body’s thermostat even further.

“Oh! Oh, hi. I, um, thought you were my neighbor, Fran.” Vivianne hastily dropped her camisole top... and her wits, as well.

He filled the weakly lit landing with his massive form--muscular, brawny, solid, and powerful. Still clad in those stonewashed jeans, he’d changed his tee shirt to a ribbed black sweater. In one hand he held a pet carrier and the other gripped a shopping bag probably filled with cat supplies. His eyes seemed illuminated from the faint overhead bulb, and he leisurely swept his gaze from the mane of her ponytail, down to her collarbones, over her now-covered hips, to rest on the coral-pink polish of her toenails.

“May I come in?”

Unfreezing her limbs, she fussed with her hair to make sure it covered her scar, then she sprang into action because the unmistakable sounds of the bachelors’ door opening rang out into the corridor. If the Pardos had been interested in how she was dressed when Mr. Greenley had called, they’d most likely shake their jowls a-plenty on seeing her scantily clothed with such a virile male visitor.

“Yes, please!” She urged Max inside, then hurriedly shut the door. Outside, the Pardos’ door opened, closed, and the men’s footsteps shuffled past on the tiled floor.

Phew! Just in time.

But now here she was, in close quarters, cramped in her tiny hallway with this colossal hunk of a guy. Her mouth dried, and she swallowed several times before saying, “You’re early.”

Max took a step closer, which caused her to flatten against the wall. Her body temperature rose even higher. “Eins is impatient to meet you, Vivianne.” A “wah” noise came from inside the carrier, as if to confirm.

“Um, why don’t you, um, come into the living room and get the cat out while I, um, change.” Her brain sluggish again, she started fanning her camisole until she saw the gleam in his darkened eyes.

“Don’t bother to change on my account.” He set the shopping bag down, then curved his fingers around her bare, upper arm. “Come, let me introduce you to Eins.”

The touch of his hand actually seared her, only it wasn’t an uncomfortable sensation. She almost felt like she’d been branded by some type of sweet embrace.

How foolish of her. She pulled away and, despite the dry heat still baking the apartment, almost ran down the hallway into the living room.

“Here, you take the cat out and I’ll--”

Somehow, step for step, he managed to keep up with her, which must have been a tricky task for such a large man. He reclaimed her arm, then set the carrier down on the sculpted carpet.

“First you make Eins welcome in his new home, ja?”

Torn on what she should do, she bit her lip. True, she was in her pajamas, but everything that should’ve been covered was covered. However the thin cotton material made her feel like she was wearing next-to-nothing--which she was, for she had relinquished the additional protection of undergarments. Standing next to him, she was aware of her nipples’ hardening and a puddling of moisture between her thighs.

“Um, okay, quickly, then I’ll--”

Kneeling, Max smoothly eased her down so she was also sitting on her heels by his side. “Here, we open together.”

He reached over for the latch, his arm inadvertently--or not--brushing against her breast.

Dizziness rocked her and fuzzy words invaded her mind, this time without the usual headache. As erotic tingles danced throughout her body to settle heavily in her feminine core, she licked her lips. His woodsy scent filled her veins and heated her blood even further, while his glowing eyes seemed to promise an endless pool of delights.

What in the world was happening to her? She didn’t want this attraction, and yet had no power to stop her body’s reactions.

“Max?” she whimpered, almost pleading for him to stop the assault on her senses.

“Vivianne,” he breathed, turning her face toward him and cupping her chin in his extremely large hand.

It was as if the veneer of civilization had been stripped away and all she had left were primitive, basic emotions. She wanted him to kiss her. And she wanted, needed, even more than that. Her traitorous body eagerly prepared for the age-old union between a man and a woman.

From a distance, she heard a baby’s cry. “Wah,” it insisted, over and over again.

Vivianne blinked, and as if she had awakened from a spell, turned away from Max to focus on a very large, sealpoint Siamese cat rubbing against her hip.

“Wah,” Eins persevered, obviously craving her attention. The cat blinked his own large blue eyes at her and purred with contentment.

Omigosh! This cat saved her from making a horrible mistake!


Happy Reading!

Susanne Marie Knight

Read outside the box: award-winning Romance Writing With A Twist!

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