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Coming home means coming out...

This is a Christmas of firsts for girlfriends Maisie and Regan. Maisie hasn't returned to their hometown since beginning her transition from male to female. Regan hasn't spoken to her hard-drinking Cree father in twice that time. Will family drama, secrets, and new arrivals strengthen their bond or tear Regan and Maisie apart?

The Red Satin Collection is a transgender lesbian holiday romance that includes content suitable for adult readers only.

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"Is mom home?" Maisie asked, before taking a step forward.

"Oh yeah, for sure." After another moment of silent, awe-struck staring, Mitts turned her head and yelled, "Mom!"

"What?" a disembodied voice hollered back. "I'm on the toilet."

Mitts turned back to Maisie. "Mom's on the throne."

"So I heard."

Another voice joined the conversation. "Oh my god, Mitts, do not walk by the upstairs bathroom!" It was Maisie's second sister, Kayla, holding her nose as she descended the stairs. "Jesus, the whole hallway reeks to..."

As she spoke, Kayla's gaze settled on the open front door.

The fingers pinching her nose slid down until her hand covered her embarrassed mouth. "Oops... sorry. I didn't hear the doorbell."

"Kayla, it's Mark," Mitts said, then whipped her head around. "Shit, I'm sorry. You don't go by Mark anymore. Do you? Well, obviously you don't. Duh. That was a stupid question. I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Maisie said, though Regan could hear the disappointment in her girlfriend's voice. "You don't need to apologize. I understand."

Mitts shook her head. "No, I'm an idiot. And I can't for the life of me remember your new name."

"It's Maisie." One more voice rang out from behind Kayla. "Maisie, like my mother, your grandmother. It's a beautiful name. It's perfect."

When Maisie looked up, Regan could feel the happiness coursing through her body. "Mom!"

As Maisie bolted through the front door, her mother ran down the stairs. They met in the hallway and dove into each other's arms. Though Maisie was taller than her mother, something about the nature of their hug dwarfed her, in Regan's eyes, and she appeared as a little child.

"Mom..."

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Transgender and Genderqueer Erotic Romance

Secrets and Guys by Giselle Renarde

When Patrick claims he's satisfied by nothing more than giving a woman pleasure, Alison doesn't believe him. They’ve only just started dating, but she's pretty convinced men are only out to use her body. Can Patrick the true romantic expand Alison's definitions of sex, love, and gender, or will his secret scare her away for good?

Warnings: This transgender love story contains throbbing hearts, explicit romance, and light bondage. Originally published as “Expanded Definitions” in the anthology “My Mistress’ Thighs.”

Excerpt:

“The trick,” Patrick told me, “is to find someone who complements you.”

My throat produced a familiar noise, something like a giggle that only comes about when you’re trying not to cry. “Yes, you really don’t compliment me often enough. I’ll feel much better if you tell me I’m pretty.”

“Of course you’re pretty, but that’s not what I’m talking about.” The off-handed compliment made my heart soar. “What I mean is that if you look for someone who’s identical to you, there are too many sames.” To illustrate his point, he withdrew his fingers from mine, only to press his fingertips against my fingertips so they exerted some pressure. “When someone’s the same as you, all the sticky-outy parts meet up and you deflect each other. You see what I’m saying?”

“Yes.” It suddenly occurred to me that this might be a break-up conversation, which I don’t think I could have handled on a first date.

“But when you meet a person who complements you—and I don’t mean this in a sexual sense—all the sticky-outy parts on you correspond to all the curvy-inny parts on them.” Patrick brushed his fingertips down a touch until his were between mine. Our fingers no longer deflected one another. Now, they snuggled in, fingers woven between fingers, until we were holding hands again. “You see? When people complement each other, they fit together so easily.”

Was he talking about us? I didn’t want to ask, but it was too early on. Instead, I sat perfectly still, gazing at our interwoven fingers as though they might open to reveal a crystal ball. Was that my future cradled in the sweating palms of our hands? I had my doubts, but I could so easily be swayed.

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Other titles in the Transgender and Genderqueer Erotic Romance series include:

Friends of Dorothy
Dressing for Dinner
Third Rail
A Wolf in Grandmother’s Clothing
Eclipse the Stars
Licorne
Spring Fever
Everybody Knows
Glitter in the Gutter
…and more!



Oh yeah, forgot to mention I bit the bullet and set up an Amazon self-publishing account: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GG8SGJW

You can also get it at Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/374723

Coming soon to Kobo, All Romance, Coffee Time Romance, and other retailers!

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Here's a new excerpt from my medieval historical romance, 'A Summer Bewitchment'. Elfrida, a good witch, has just completed a magic ritual while her husband Magnus has been waiting for her with plans of his own...

 Magnus was not possessed but he was not himself. His face was grim, his mouth set, his brown eyes hard. Even the small gold cross in his right eye seemed to glitter. Dangerous, her witch-senses sparkled, but was she not dangerous, too? He kissed her and she took his kiss, embracing his crooked, warm lips with greedy fervor.
I have things to tell him, many things, but this moment is ours and we should take it.
“Naughty,” he warned, as she tongued and nipped his ear and throat, her fingers tracing his mouth, gliding over his body. So big he was, so strong and magnificent, so long-limbed, broad-shouldered, deep-chested, lean-thighed.
“I cannot taste enough of you,” she moaned, trembling beneath his answering caress.
His eyes darkened more and her breath stopped. She heard a ripping of cloth as he hauled off his tunic, flinging it into the growing shadows. At the back of her mind she caught the silvery whisper of the wood-elves’ approving laughter, then it was Magnus, only Magnus. She reached for him but he scooped her over, flung up her skirt and entered her.
She was ready for him. Feeling him hard and hot and thick within her, she sheathing him completely, Elfrida wanted only more. That filling, stretching rampaging. Magnus, crusading into her so she felt weak and strong at the same time. Pinned as she was, she could not move and her helplessness was strangely arousing.
“Elf, lovely elf,” he whispered against her ear, his scarred, bristly chin rasping deliciously against her cheek as he battered over and over into her.
“Goddess!” she hissed, as his pleasure met her sweet, sweet yielding.
Moonlight fell into his eyes, shimmered through her body and she was lost. Dimly, blindly, she snuggled as Magnus finally released her. Curling against his white-hot-iron heated body, she heard him mutter, “That should do it.”
Do what? she wondered, then asked, “Are you asleep?”
A long snore answered her. She said, a little louder than before, “Magnus? We have to talk.”
She felt him start against her and sigh. “You are right. Pah, my mouth is a furnace! Have we any mead left or did you use it?”
Both sorry and glad they were out of their own world, their snatched time together, Elfrida needed no reminders of the missing girls, or her responsibility to Rowena and the others. She shook the flask attached to her belt. “There is a little.”
“Good.” Magnus sat up on the woodland floor, shaking crushed bluebells off himself like water off a dripping hound, and reached for his tunic. “We talk and eat. We need a plan to rescue the girls, all of them.”
“It is not going to be easy,” Elfrida remarked quietly.
“I do not know,” Magnus admitted. “I fear you are right.” He crossed himself.
Elfrida shivered.

 'A Summer Bewitchment,' my sequel to 'The Snow Bride'. 4.5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies. Now also on Amazon with 5 Star Reviews.

http://www.amazon.com/Bewitchment-BookStrand-Publishing-Romance-ebook/dp/B00DZX3AEM/

  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bewitchment-BookStrand-Publishing-Romance-ebook/dp/B00DZX3AEM/

NB. The first novel of this series, 'The Snow Bride' is at Bookstrand here: http://www.bookstrand.com/the-snow-bride and less than $3 at Amazon

http://www.amazon.com/Bride-BookStrand-Publishing-Romance-ebook/dp/B0071MSB4M/

Best wishes, Lindsay Townsend