Delta's Diary #LesbianDiaries by Giselle Renarde

Delta's Diary
The Lesbian Diaries, Book 11
by Giselle Renarde

Can a big-city butch find community in a small town? 

Delta's sunk about as far as she can go when she moves in with her brother. He's in the same boat: his wife just left him and he's down in the dumps. They don't do much to cheer each other up, but at least co-existence is peaceful. 

When Delta crashes the town's Friday Night Queer Club, the girl she's got the hots for is not the one who wants her back. How she ends up with a girlfriend she doesn't even like is anyone's guess, but that's not the only thing ruining her chances with the femme of her dreams. Her crush claims to be straight, and she doesn't exactly ingratiate herself by doubting Melanie's word. 

Even when you've hit rock bottom, you can always sink lower. If there's one thing Delta knows how to do, it's burn bridges. 

How will Delta untangle the mess she's created when she's running on nothing but street-smarts and grit? 

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Rylie's face fell. She asked me what was wrong. I told her nothing was wrong, but I guess she didn't buy that because she immediately started to cry. So I asked her why she was crying, and she said it was because she'd stripped naked and I was still standing there in my coat and boots. If I were genuinely attracted to her, I'd have thrown off my winter gear and attacked her like a lion pouncing on a gazelle.

I told her I don't attack people, no matter how attracted I am to them.

She sniffled and wiped both eyes with the back of her hand. I've got to admit, I liked the way her chest hitched as she whimpered. It was a strangely good look.

I kicked off my boots and unzipped my coat, asking where I should hang it. She'd flung her own jacket over the back of a chair. I couldn't see a closet.

“Just anywhere,” she said, so I piled my coat and hat and mitts on top of my grocery bags on the floor.

Rylie went to the bathroom to blow her nose, and I wandered into the main room. There wasn't much to the place, but I bet she appreciated having a whole apartment to herself, even if it was small. I sometimes miss having my own space, although Chris isn't bad to share a house with. He keeps to himself and I keep to myself. We're good like that.

When Rylie emerged, her hair was a little neater, although it still looked scraggly. She'd put on shiny pink lip gloss that didn't suit her at all, but she was clearly proud of it because she puckered as she approached me.

“You didn't take off your clothes,” she said.

I told her, “Yeah, I'm not likely to.”

She looked hurt again.

She was a small-town girl living in a lonely world, so I asked her, “Have you ever been with a big-city dyke?”

Her eyes went wide. I guess that was my answer.

“Have you ever been with anyone?”

“I'm gay,” she said. Her bottom lip quivered. “You can't tell me I'm not, because I am. I know I am.”

“Nobody's arguing with you,” I said, reaching gently for her arm. Her bare skin felt surprisingly warm, but maybe my hands were just cold from being outside. “I'm trying to figure out how experienced you are, that's all. I know you're gay. You told me you're gay and I believe you. I'm not gonna challenge you on that.”

Okay, so clearly she'd never been to bed with a woman, and she probably hadn't even been to bed with a dude, but if she didn't want to disclose her sexual history, that was fine.

Moving right along.

“How old are you?” I asked.

She mumbled, “Twenty-three.”

Jesus. Twenty-three.

“Cool, cool,” I said, but I'd never been the older party before and it made my stomach clench. I still felt too young to be in this position, but maybe everyone feels that way. I don't know.

She said, “I work. I pay my rent. I'm entirely self-sufficient.”

“Cool, cool,” I repeated, though I had no idea what that had to do with anything. This chick had gone from puppy dog to rottweiler and I wasn't sure why. I guess she felt like I was challenging her, and maybe I was. I probably should have just left, but, again, I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

And, again, she was completely naked.

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New Romantic Suspense--OFF THE GRID Excerpt


Get away from it all! Go... OFF THE GRID! My newest Romantic Suspense is now available.


Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Romantic Suspense; Woman-In-Jeopardy

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Running from her mother’s killers, Jean goes into hiding. A chance meeting with a small town’s chief of police upsets not only her escape plans but also changes her life.


Up-and-coming New York fashion designer, Jean, discovers her mother has not only been murdered, but she had also been leading a life of crime. Whoever killed her mom is now after Jean. Changing her identity, Jean takes to the road, looking for a place to hide, a place she can be safe. Midway across the country, she stops to get gas, and instead gets a second chance. She’s taken under a kind stranger’s wing--Uncle Nick--and is offered sanctuary at an off the grid cabin. The hitch? Uncle Nick’s handsome nephew is the chief of police who’s interested in pursuing the intriguing newcomer.


Chief of Police Lawrence Crenshaw is not only single, he’s sworn off women. With his family history, no good ever came from a marriage union. Then the mysterious Jean comes to town. She’s not only trouble, she’s in trouble, but she refuses to confide in him. Wooing her slowly, he tries to convince Jean that not only can he keep her safe, but that she belongs by his side. Does a small town cop stand a chance at love with a New York City gal?

Scene Set-Up:

Police Chief Lawrence Crenshaw gets a call from his uncle to drive to a gas station because there is something interesting for him to see. The “something interesting” turns out to be an intriguing female motorist.


Easing out of the SUV, Captain Lawrence Crenshaw stood for a moment, adjusted his gun holster on his belt, and then straightened his sunglasses. Although the time was nearly five o’clock, it was still as hot as blazes. The dying rays of the Missouri sun seemed to be just as strong as it had been midday. At this angle, the rays glinted off his golden captain’s badge.

The woman stared at him; he knew that as surely as if he could see her eyes. The stare wasn’t a flattering one. Hostile would’ve been a better word. He felt her antagonism, even at this distance.

The corner of his mouth curved up in amusement, but then he flattened his lips. Members of the fairer sex typically didn’t look at him with suspicion. He was more familiar with the greeting of open arms and yeah, open legs.

He approached the gas pump.

Uncle Nick opened his mouth to speak, but Lawrence forestalled him. He jabbed his chin in the woman’s direction. “You J. R. Walters?”

“Jean. Yes. And you must be Chief Crenshaw. Nice to meet you.”

Feeling ornery, he corrected her. “Captain Crenshaw, officially.”

Her lips thinned. “Right. I’ll be going now.” She took a step toward her car.

He held up his hand. “Ma’am.” That one word brooked no argument.

She turned her head in his direction. “Yes?”

“You from New Hampshire?”

“No.” She cleared her throat. “From New York.”


She nodded.

He lifted an eyebrow. “Is that so? Why the New Hampshire plates?”

The tip of her pink tongue slid over her top lip, obviously an anxious gesture. Heaven help him, the very sight sent an urge down below his belt.

She responded, “I recently bought this car from a friend.”

He noted her voice was edged with nervousness. “Where are you headed?”

Her well-formed eyebrows lowered to a vee. “That’s none of your business... Captain. I just stopped here for gas. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to be getting on my way.”

During this exchange, Uncle Nick avidly watched like it was a damn ping-pong match. “Now, Lawrence, don’t be upsettin’ Jeannie so. She’s not on the lam, hey? Just lookin’ to find a place for the night. Long drive from New York, eh? Told her no vacancies from here to Ralford City and plumb beyond, ’cuz of the festival.”

A bead of sweat appeared on the woman’s forehead to then zigzag a dance down her temple. She swiped it away and then blinked. “Um, I’ve got to... sit down.”

“Let’s get you to your car.” Uncle Nick slid his hand up the firm skin on her arm to then grip her under the armpit. He headed with her in the direction of her car.

Even with the support, the woman, Jean, stumbled. “So... sorry,” she mumbled. Her head drooped.

Uncle Nick waved him over. “Give me a hand, Lawrence. Poor gal’s dead on her feet. Told her she can room with me--just for the night, y’know. Thought maybe you could convince her I’m just being neighborly, that’s all. So she’d be reassured.”

“No, no.” Jean sagged to the side. Her knees bent. “No, I’ve got to...”

Whatever the woman had to do would have to wait. Lawrence scooped her up, one hand under her bare knees and the other around her small waist. She didn’t weigh much, and truth be told, carrying her was a pleasurable sensation. His work didn’t usually provide enjoyable duties.

He bit back a grin. Me Tarzan, you Jane, or rather Jean!

Heaven help him, he honestly couldn’t help spreading his fingers out along her smooth lower thigh to enjoy more of the feel of her skin.

She didn’t protest; but then again how could she? She was out--completely out. Her head lolled against his shoulder like a heavy weight, and her lips rested against the thick cord of his neck. He felt her hot breath on his skin.

Hell. He couldn’t help the sear of desire wiggling down his spine.

But this beauty was just a temporary diversion--a blip on the radar. He had no need for any complications in his life. Or rather, any more complications in his life. Not from New York. Not from New Hampshire. Not even from Missouri. Not for a minute. His plate was not only full, it was overflowing.

He turned to his uncle, now by his side. “Now what, Uncle Nick? Tell me, what have you gotten me into this time?”


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Susanne Marie Knight

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New Time-Travel Regency--AN UNUSUAL MASQUERADE Excerpt


Take a trip back to 1813, when a masked affair was de rigueur!

My newest time-travel Regency, AN UNUSUAL MASQUERADE, is now available.


Author: Susanne Marie Knight

Genre: Time-Travel Regency

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An ancient time mechanism is accidentally activated, sending modern-day Helene back to 1813.


Newly divorced Helene Madison is at a low point. No hubby, no job, no life. Ever hopeful, she accepts a temporary gig as a bikini bunny for a water photo shoot aboard a billionaire’s yacht. Maybe her luck will change. After the owner shows her an ancient device discovered on a shipwreck, she touches one of the bronze gears. Disoriented, she trips and falls into the cold waters of the Atlantic. As she sinks deeper and deeper she wonders if her ticket’s been punched, or will she get the second chance she wished for?


Basil Walker, Lord Hungerford, convalescing from an injury, accepts an invitation from the Duke of Eversham to take a jaunt on his schooner, Tempus Fugit, Times Flies. The Duke asks Basil if he would like to participate in an experiment dealing with time. Basil thinks his friend barmy but agrees. Why not take a chance? After all, nothing could possibly happen. All at once, both men see a figure bobbing in the vast ocean--a beautiful woman clad in tiny scraps of material. Can this “mermaid” actually originate from another time?

Scene Set-Up:

Working as a bikini bunny for a water photo shoot aboard a yacht, Helene Madison touches an ancient device and then falls into the ocean. She wakes up disoriented and in a strange bedroom.


Helene inhaled deeply. The distinctive scents of lemons and lavender filled her nose. Clean, fresh, comforting...

Wait! Her last memory was of her being captured by the sea. She’d been wet, cold, and choking.

Omigosh! Where in the world am I?

With more than a bit of trepidation, she opened her eyes. Okay, she rested on a bed in an airy room and was covered by heavy blankets. Well, thank heavens for that. She still felt cold from her unexpected plunge into the ocean waters. To her left, she spotted a window with the drapes pulled aside, allowing sunshine in. To her right were a few chairs, bureaus, and tables. Every piece of furniture seemed to match in color and style. All in all, it was a feminine room.

Wow. Did yachts have such elaborately designed and roomy bedrooms? Fireplaces, too? She supposed the answer was yes because where else could she possibly be but on the kazillionaire’s pleasure vessel?

She recalled more of her memory. That handsome man who rescued her had said the ship was ahead. He’d told her she was safe.

She believed him. She had nothing to fear. As soon as the yacht docked, she would grab her beachbag, change into her street clothes, and then she’d head for home. Yawning, she raised her arms up and stretched in the comfortable bed.

Omigosh! Instead of bare arms she saw white sleeves. She threw back the covers to see that she was dressed in an elegant nightgown. Made of soft translucent cotton, the gown had a scooped neckline bordered with a flounce of the same material. Someone had exquisite taste in nightwear!

The air was a bit too chilly so she quickly pulled the covers back up to keep warm.

Obviously someone had taken her bathing suit off and put this nightgown on her, but who? Fingers crossed it was her friend, Charlene. Or at least one of the other women. The thought of a strange man taking liberties...

She shuddered.

Hearing a noise at the door, Helene lay back against the pillow and waited. Once she saw who the visitor was, she’d ask questions--

“Let us see if our mermaid is awake, what?” An older man with pure white hair slowly walked into the room. He then stopped and turned around. “My housekeeper informed me that our guest has been sleeping the whole of the night. Dash it all, I am concerned about that slip of a gel.”

Oh! Helene took a peek at him but he was unfamiliar. She hadn’t seen him before. Panic flooded her veins. She quickly closed her eyes to feign sleep.

Who was he? He sounded like an English gentleman. Dressed like an aristocrat from days gone by, too. What he just said didn’t make sense. She’d slept the whole night? This was the next morning?

Where in the world was she?

About to sit up and ask that question, she heard another male voice. Younger sounding but still British.

“No need for alarm, sir. No doubt the aroma of your cook’s buttered scones will awaken the baggage soon enough.”

With difficulty, she kept her eyes closed but her nostrils flared. Baggage? That certainly wasn’t a flattering description. Ooh, she wanted to--

“Perhaps we should wait outside for her to awaken,” the older man mused. “We should not be in here. All the world knows ‘tis improper to visit a lady in her bedchamber.”

The younger man huffed a brief laugh. “If I may dispel your concern, sir. One, this female is not a lady. How can she be, dressing in a revealing manner that is as close to nature as is possible? And two, to be precise, this is not her bedchamber but yours, as you are the master of Eversham Hall.”

Helene felt the flood of adrenaline flow through her veins. Not normally combative, she suddenly desired nothing more than to pummel that condescending man into the ground.

Snapping open her eyes, she quickly sat up in bed, keeping the blankets up to cover anything that might be considered “revealing”. She glared at the two men. “I think you both better leave.”


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Susanne Marie Knight

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Cherry: A #NewAdult #Erotic #Romance

Nearly ten years ago, I wrote an incredibly smutty book called Cherry. It was published by eXcessica, but since I felt it was one of my absolute best pieces of erotic writing, I decided to make it available for free on the following platforms:


Thousands of readers have enjoyed this nasty piece of smut online, and now it's back as an ebook, paperback, and hardcover.

Why buy a copy when you can read Cherry for free? Buy it to support me and my writing business! Or buy it because you prefer other formats over online reading. I just want to make sure you know you can read Cherry for free OR you can buy yourself a copy. The choice is yours!

Oh, and the new version has a new cover!

A New Adult Novella
by Giselle Renarde

Late nights by a roaring fire, star-gazing with the cute park ranger, lazing around the balmy beach—sounds like a perfect summer vacation, doesn’t it? Cherry loves camping so much she doesn’t even mind spending a week with her parents. Anyway, camping is kind of their family tradition.

That’s why Cherry’s so upset when her father invites his recently-divorced friend, Phil, along. A geeky guest intruding on their vacation? Not fair!

But when Phil arrives at the campground… WOW! Was he always so cool? No, definitely not. When she was younger, Phil had been just another dorky dude. Now he’s stylish and fun and even pretty hunky! Divorce suits him nicely, as far as Cherry’s concerned.

Phil is the last man in the world who should turn Cherry’s head, but that makes their love so much tastier. The forest isn’t big enough to keep these two apart… even if they’re totally wrong for each other.

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“Why don’t you sit here on my towel?” Cherry asked. “You can put on sunblock for me.”  

“Oh, I…” Phil’s face turned bright red, zero to crimson. “I don’t think I… I’ll just get sand in it, then you’ll be itchy all day.”  

Cherry looked out over the water. She’d lost sight of her mother. “You don’t want me to burn, do you?”  

He didn’t answer. That’s when she knew she had him in her snare. She felt ridiculously guilty as she handed him the sunblock, because she knew this was wrong, but she kind of didn’t care. And, somehow, feeling bad for tempting Phil made her feel good about herself. It didn’t make any sense, but that’s how she felt.  

Phil’s body heat blazed against her back as he knelt behind her. “Do you think you could…?”  

She glanced over her shoulder to catch him fumbling with the sunblock. “Do I think I could…?”  

He chuckled, red-faced, like he was scared of her or something. “Just lift your ponytail so I can get your back?”  

“Oh.” She giggled, even though she wasn’t usually that kind of girl. “Yeah, sure.”  

Twisting her rope of sandy-brown hair around her hand, she held it in a fist on top of her head. She felt like a pin-up girl in this position: kneeling on a towel, the sun glinting off the golden beach, toasting her skin. Her nipples peaked as she stuck out her chest. There weren’t any boys her age around, not that she could see. Just families building sandcastles and playing in the water.  

“I forgot my raft.”  

“Hmm?” Phil still hadn’t worked up the courage to touch her. “What did you forget?”  

“My blow-up raft.”  

“For a second there, I thought you were going to say blow-up doll.” His slick palms landed firmly on her shoulders.  

“Eww! Yeah right, like I’d have one of those.”  

He must have forgotten he was afraid of her, because he rubbed the sunblock in pretty forcefully. “I guess if you’re desperate enough…”  

“What about you, Phil?” Cherry tugged on her ponytail so hard it hurt. “Are you desperate enough to fuck a blow-up doll?”  

“Cripes, Cherry!” It sounded like he was choking on her name. “Next time warn me when you’re about to say something like that.”  

“What?” She shrugged, bouncing his hands against her shoulders. “We’re all adults, here.”  

“Adults have a little decorum when discussing their sex lives.” His hands landed flat against her back, one on either side of her spine. “They’re not crass about these matters.”  

“Sure they are—well, some are. Maybe not you or my parents, but some people aren’t ashamed about being horny. Sex is totally natural. I hate it when people act like you’re evil or whatever just because you like screwing.”  

Phil’s hands slid down Cherry’s back, tracing creamy lotion almost all the way to her ass. He stopped when his fingers met her bikini bottoms, and turned his hands so his palms pressed into the small of her back…

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Too Big for the House - Warrior Priest by Kate Hill #sciencefictionromance


Warrior Priest

by Kate Hill

Science Fiction Romance


What happens when a warrior priest from a strict religion meets a free-spirited priestess from a new age commune?

Jade and Selena are as different as two people can be, but to facilitate an alliance between their worlds, they engage in a cultural exchange. With their galaxy in danger from a planet that wants to conquer or destroy all others, they realize the importance of their assignment, but it is difficult for a warrior priest and a nonviolent priestess to understand each other.

Selena is both attracted and appalled by his old school masculinity, and Jade is tempted to break his vow of celibacy until marriage due to his powerful desire for her. Will this unlikely pair not only find common ground, but unconditional love?


At six feet three inches with a large build, Jade often considered his cell at the temple cramped. During his travels, he’d lived in caves, cottages, tents, and mud huts. He had even endured a Kimbrian prison camp. Still, he wasn’t fully prepared for Selena’s little house.

“It used to be a caravan,” she said.

They removed their boots, left them on a rubber mat, and hung their coats on hooks near the entrance.

“Ned and Rayne helped me renovate it so that I’d have a little more space.”


“Yes. Before joining the commune, he was a builder. Well, he still is. He’s been in charge of building many of our shelters and clinics all over Neidress. He’s super talented and smart.”

“I got that feeling.”

“He’s also great with his hands. He can build just about anything.”

“That’s a little surprising,” Jade admitted, picturing the plump, bookish priest.

“I know, right?” Selena chuckled. “It’s said that looks can be deceiving. Come on. I’ll put some wood on the stove. It’s freezing.”

While Selena walked to a small, old-fashioned iron stove toward the center of the house, Jade glanced around. The caravan was made for efficiency, but it had an almost storybook charm. It fit Selena perfectly, but Jade felt too big for the house.

“It’ll heat up fast in here.” Selena stood and brushed wood chips off her clothes.

“That’s a guarantee.” Jade smiled and stepped closer to take her in his arms.


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Author Bio:

Kate Hill is a vegetarian New Englander who started writing many years ago for pleasure.

When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, watching horror and action movies, working out, and spending time with her family and pets.


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