New Release: ON A WHIM by Zenobia Renquist (Erotic IR Fantasy)

Guardian's Tales 1: On a Whim
by Zenobia Renquist

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 05721-01833
Genre: Erotic Paranormal/Fantasy Interracial Romance
Price: $4.49/US
Length: Novella

Mortals should beware the whims of gods.

Rosaline never thought she would find a meaningful relationship at an adult party for the denizens of the preternatural community. She came to have fun and flirt with danger while hiding behind the safety of the party's rules. And then she met Sebastian, a demi-god who demands all her attention and satisfies her every need. Even though her head says it's nothing but pleasure between consenting adults with no strings attached, her heart is wondering if this fickle demi-god might actually want to be with her.

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“I do love those heels,” Sebastian said as she neared him.
Like last time, his dogs surrounded him. Rosaline walked past the massive beasts to Sebastian’s makeshift throne. With a boldness that surprised her, Rosaline put her foot between Sebastian’s legs, pressing the toe of her shoe against his obvious arousal.
She smiled at him. “Do you? I think they’re too high, but my friends insisted.”
He leaned forward, digging in the toe of her shoe further, and smoothed his hand under her thigh. “They make your legs look longer and give your hips a nice swing as you walk. Very enticing.”
“Oh? So this --” She moved her foot so the bottom of her shoe rested against Sebastian’s hard dick. “-- is for me?”
She gasped and rolled her hips when Sebastian buried two fingers deep inside her pussy. He pumped a few times, pulled out, and then showed his glistening wet fingers to her. “Just as this is for me.”
“Yes, it is.” She could say that with confidence since the vampire hadn’t so much as given her a tingle.
Sebastian licked his fingers. She watched his tongue. She wanted to feel it firsthand.
“Something interests you, Rosaline?”
“Your mouth. Specifically your tongue.”
“What about it?”
“I’m giving you, and only you, special permission to use your tongue.”
Sebastian smoothed his gaze over her body before settling on her face. “You will be a delightful snack that I plan to enjoy the whole evening long.”
“I thought you might.” She looked around but didn’t see an empty space where she could lie down. “Where?”
Sebastian stood then patted the seat cushion. “Right here.”
She took his seat. After placing her hands on her knees, she spread her legs open wide. “Like this?”
The heat of his gaze as he looked at her spread pussy had her soaking the seat cushion. He ran his hands up the insides of her thighs. “Very nice.”

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New Release! Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping

I'm not exactly known for writing gay erotica.  Lesbian erotica? Yes. Bi and menage? Yes. Trans fiction?  Super-yes.

But gay erotica?  Umm... no, not really.

So readers might wonder if I'm a little confused when they see the cover of Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping, and then read the blurb and its classification as gay erotic romance.

To be clear, Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping IS gay erotic romance.  Why is there a woman on the cover?  Well, see... when, I conceived Wedding Heat I decided that every cover should have the same base image so it would be really easy for readers to identify books in the series.

Will I be kicking myself for that decision?  Will readers be kicking me?  (Do you want to kick me right now?)

Only time will tell.

While we're waiting, want to read the blurb and excerpt from Wedding Heat: Skinny Dipping?

Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!

Joey’s a virgin.  That’s not the sort of thing he’d admit to most people, but when he meets Greg at his cousin Maggie’s luxury woodland wedding retreat, he finds himself freely admitting to this embarrassing quality.  Joey and Greg hit it off right away, teasing and taunting each other, but when Greg casually mentions that he’s gay, Joey isn’t sure how to react… not until a bunch of the guys strip naked for midnight skinny dipping in the man-made lake.  Something tells Joey he won’t be a virgin for long!

WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language, explicit gossip, naked guys and gay sex.


“What about you?” Greg asked.  “You ever knocked a girl up?”

“Yeah right.”  They very idea made Joey laugh.  “Not even close.”

“Ahh, you’re a virgin,” Greg said, understandingly, not goading or teasing.

“Yeah.”  Joey would have lied to anybody else, but there was something about Greg, maybe just the fact that he was gay, that made it easy to be honest.  “Are you?”

“What do you think?”

Something touched Joey’s dick underwater, and he jumped, squealing like a little kid.  “Oh my god, what was that?”

“My hand, you dumb fuck.”  Greg shook his head, and Joey laughed, feeling like a total idiot.  “No wonder you’re still a virgin.”

This time when Greg found his cock underwater, Joey didn’t squeal or squirm.  He turned to face Greg, holding the guy’s shoulder to steady himself.  When Greg wrapped a fist around the base of his shaft, his thighs and ass muscles tensed.  His breath staggered now, rattling in his chest before bursting past his lips.

“I’m not really…”  Joey stopped himself, trying to figure out what he wanted to say.  “I mean, it’s not every day I’m attracted to someone.  I’m not like that.”

The way Greg nodded, it seemed like he understood better than Joey did.  God, it felt good the way Greg stroked his dick—firm, hard, forceful but not rough.  Rough would come later.  Joey always liked to work up to the ultimate sensation.

“I’ve got your cock,” Greg said.  “Don’t you want to touch mine?”

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Leather Jackets by KC Kendricks

It seems like forever since I had a new book come out instead of just since February. Or was it March? Oh, how the time gets away! Anyway, I'm very happy to announce the release of Leather Jackets.
Leather Jackets is the sixth, and possibly last, of The Men of Marionille series.

I won't say it is the last because Bond, James Bond is correct. Never say never. -KC

Contemporary gay romance availble now at


Wynnn held the hip-length coat for me as I slipped my arms into the sleeves, then he let the weight of it come to rest on my shoulders. The jacket was light, but incredibly warm. I flipped open the left side to check the lining.

“Don’t bother. You’d have to cut the cloth to see what the insulating layer is.”

I stretched my arms out in front of my chest. The jacket moved with me, giving just enough to remain comfortable.

“This is a nice jacket. I see why you liked. Does he make bombers?”

Wynn reached in the closet and pulled out a black bomber complete with silver studs and chains. He caressed a front panel. “This is so you, Jude. Take it.”
For a moment, I was tempted. “I can’t accept this. It’s hand-stitched so I’m sure it was expensive.”

“Nine large. But take it. Call it a signing bonus.”

“Wynn, I don’t know the first thing about modeling. You need a professional, or better yet, model this yourself. Your fans will go wild.”

His fingers trailed down my leather-clad arm until they found mine. He hesitated, then stroked his thumb over my knuckles. His voice was so low I had to strain to hear it.

“I knew you were here. I came back to Marionville to find you, Jude.”


...“C’mon on over here.” He lifted his arm, and I nestled in against him like I did it every day of my life. “Jude, where do you want to go from here?”

I could play coy—something neither of us had ever liked—or I could be upfront with him. I chose the latter.
“Wherever you’re sleeping, I’m sleeping, and you know it. Now we can try to find a bar where the clientele won’t mob you, or we can find a nice quiet—private—place and say some things that need to be said to each other.”

He grinned at me. “Damn, Mary, you should be out of breath after all that.”

I growled and turned on him. “Don’t. Call. Me. Mary!”

Wynn held up his hand in mock surrender and it was the opening I needed. I dug my fingers into his ribs. He yelped and twitched, and the next thing I knew, we were rolling around on the floor of the limo, choking with shared laughter.

We rolled left, and I rose over him. Wynn’s long legs wrapped around my waist, squeezing me. I feigned defeat so he’d release me. The ploy worked for about a second and a half and then I was on my back looking up at him. The smile faded from his face and his hand cupped the back of my head.

“I’ve thought about you so much, Jude. I was wrong not to find you years ago.”

It would do no good to argue. Too many years had gone by for either of us to resurrect blame. Nothing would be gained and all the steps we’d taken in the last day would be erased. I didn’t want that. He’d only be here for such a short time. I had to make the most of every moment.

“Maybe, Wynn, but perhaps not. You had things you had to do. I had things I wanted to do.”

“Having you with me would have made it all sweeter.” He lowered his mouth to mine.

I was startled by the gentle poignancy of his kiss. For a split second, he laid himself bare for me, then I opened my lips and invited him in. The change in him was swift. A deep groan rumbled in his chest. His pelvis flexed to mine. My balls drew up as my cock swelled, eager for his touch, for the wet swipe of his tongue.
Wynn’s lips trailed fire down my neck and along my jaw line. My heart pounded as the skin on my back and buttocks prickled. Deep inside, small muscles twitched with anticipation of something I couldn’t be sure would happen. I hooked my foot around the back of his knees and rolled us against the other seat. We ended up on our sides facing each other.

“Damn, it’s tight quarters in here.”

Wynn’s big hand clamped onto my ass and squeezed. “We had to promise no sex in the limo to keep our driver happy. But he turns a blind eye to the occasional little grope-and-pant session.” His cool hand dipped under the waistband of my pants and his long fingers wrapped around my hard shaft and moved in short strokes. I rested my forehead to his.

“Oh, God. Every time I jerk off, I think of your hand.” I cupped his balls through his slacks.

He kissed me again, his tongue teasing mine and sending my pulse skyrocketing. “Do you want to get off now?”

I pressed forward, pinning his hand between our lower bodies and stopping his subtle movements. “No. Stop. After all this time, I don’t want to you to jerk me off in the damn limo and get your driver upset.”
Wynn gave my cock a last easy squeeze and pulled his hand out of my pants.

“We need to go to your place. If any of the local paparazzi has figured out where I’m staying, they might spot us sneaking into the parking garage at the hotel.”

I rimmed his ear as I murmured my agreement. He reached out a long arm, smacked the intercom button, told his driver to head to my place and put his arm around me. Wynn paused, his lips scant millimeters from mine.

“It’ll be okay, Jude. You’ll see...”

ISBN 978-1-61124-283-6
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New Release! Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush

The second story in my Wedding Heat series has hit the market!

After the first installation, One in the Hand, what could possibly come next but Two in the Bush?  Right? Right...?

Two in the Bush is a hot little number: MFF menage, multicultural, coworkers, rubenesque, fishnets, long-time crush meets stranger sex... this baby covers a lot of bases.

Right from the start, my goal with the Wedding Heat series was to incorporate a wide variety of characters, pairings (and more than just pairs!) and sexualities.  Irene, the central character in this story, has never been with a woman--but if she wants to get with her coworker-crush Brian, she just might have to step out of her comfort zone and surrender to pleasures she never knew she wanted.

Wedding Heat: Two in the Bush by Giselle Renarde


Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!
Irene has been in love with her co-worker Brian for years, but she’s never worked up the courage to tell him.  When Maggie, a friend from the office, invites them to her wedding weekend at a woodland resort, Irene convinces Brian to share a room.  Just when Irene is gearing up to make her move, she stumbles upon Brian making out with a beautiful stranger, Denitsa.  Irene is crushed… until Denitsa finds a shocking way to bring the co-workers together.  
WARNINGS: This title contains graphic language and explicit descriptions of crinolines, crushes, F/F sex and MFF ménage.
Shifting in so close her breath was hot against Irene’s cheek, Denitsa asked, “What is your name, beautiful girl?”
“Irene.”  She looked to Brian.  His eyes went wide and then clouded with dark lust as Denitsa leaned in to kiss Irene’s neck.  Irene froze, despite the sizzle of Denitsa’s full lips on her skin.  “What… what are you doing?”
“Keep doing it,” Brain said before Denitsa could answer.
Irene gulped past the lump in her throat.  She couldn’t take her eyes off Brian, stretched out on the bed in dark trousers.  His shirt was half pulled out at the waist, and his tie hung loose around his neck.  She could see why Denitsa called him “pretty boy,” with his light blonde hair and schoolboy smirk, but he was the handsomest guy Irene had ever met.
“You… want to watch?”  Irene felt stupid saying the words, but her intense emotion rendered her utterly inarticulate.  All she knew was that she’d do anything for Brian.  More than that, Denitsa’s lips on her neck aroused an aching pulse between her legs.  As much as she’d like to deny it, she was already so wet she could feel pussy juice seeping down her thighs. 
Denitsa asked Brian, “Want to see us kiss?”
“God, yes.”  There was a tremble to Brian’s voice, like he couldn’t believe this was happening.
Even though Irene and Brian were on different mattresses, he was close enough that she felt his pull, like he’d hooked her heart and was unconsciously reeling her in.
“Have you ever been with two women, pretty boy?”  Denitsa rubbed her feather-soft cheek against Irene’s.  It was so much like a dream Irene couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
“What?” Brian asked. “You mean like at the same time?”
Denitsa chuckled, a rumbling growl that resonated low down in Irene’s core.  “Yes, at the same time.”
“No,” he admitted.  “But something tells me tonight’s the night.” 

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PAGAN QUEEN - Curse of the Lost Isle Book 2 - By Vijaya Schartz - From Books We Love Ltd - Released May 1, 2012

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810 AD - Alba (Ancient Scotland) - Queen at last, Pressine brings victory to her beloved Elinas and prosperity to their growing kingdom. But she has to contend with the intrigues of Charlemagne's bishops, spurred by her Christian stepson. While Elinas, on the battlefield, remains unaware of his son’s machinations, Pressine fends off repeated assaults against her life. She also fears the curse that could bring her downfall. For the love of Elinas, she will tempt fate and become with child. But when her indomitable passion challenges the wrath of the Goddess Herself... can she win that battle?


From history shrouded in myths, emerges a family of immortal Celtic Ladies, who roam the medieval world in search of salvation from a curse. For centuries, imbued with hereditary gifts, they hide their deadly secret... but if the Church ever suspects what they really are, they will be hunted, tortured, and burned at the stake.


“You almost died. And our son might have lived if you had not disobeyed.” Elinas slapped Caliburn’s scabbard against his leather trews.

Pressine had not seen him so upset since the first day he’d barged into these very rooms, after she had cleaned and rearranged them, erasing all traces of his departed queen. Even the roaring fire in the hearth did not dispel the chill.

“I did not think the child would suffer. At the time, I had to save the villagers.” Still, the guilt weighed heavily on Pressine’s chest, robbing her of the will to defend herself.

“Endangering your life and his, to confront a pack of hungry beasts... alone?” Jaw twitching, Elinas locked his hands behind the back of his purple coat and paced like a caged wolf, eyes ablaze with simmering fury.

“I had the power to stop the carnage. No one else could.” Heart racing, Pressine smoothed her blue dress, trying to sound convincing. “In my vision the wolves slaughtered many women and children. It was my duty to help.”

Elinas rolled his eyes toward the wide beams holding the ceiling. “Do not talk to me about sacred duty!”

Walking the length of the table, he ignored the untouched breakfast of pea flour bread, boiled duck eggs, and fresh goat cheese. If Elinas infuriated so easily, now would not be the time to tell him that Mattacks had tried to kill her. He would never believe it.

“Maybe you did as you pleased among the Ladies of the Lost Isle...” Elinas turned fiery eyes on Pressine. “But in my castle, I am responsible for your well being. You should never have endangered your life. No duty of yours is worth dying for.”

Pressine’s chest tightened at the harsh tone. Where had all the love and tenderness gone? Was this the same man who had pleasured her all night on this very bed, whispering sweet words in her ear?

“You deliberately endangered your life!” A heavy fist slammed the table.

Pressine jumped along with the breakfast food, the pewter cups, and the ewer of mulled ale. Elinas’ anger hurt so much, she wanted to cry, but she steeled herself against the onslaught.

Although deeply shaken, she managed to keep her voice calm. “I am not just your wife, not just a queen. I am a Priestess of the Lost Isle. I belong to the Great Goddess. I thought you understood, since you have some Fae blood in you.”

“So I am told, but it does not affect my judgement.” Elinas glowered from across the table. His dark stubbled jaw tensed.

Pressine braced herself to weather the storm.

After three years of marriage, you still remain a mystery to me. What are you really?” The feral eyes narrowed to slits. “How many deadly secrets are you hiding from me? Would you leave me if the Goddess demanded it?”

Pressine remained silent. Would she? Could she?

Elinas paused, as if stunned by the implications of her silence. He turned away and stared at the rug, shoulders tense with raw emotions. “What else are you not telling me? Will all our children be deformed?”

The despair in his voice made Pressine cringe. She struggled to steady the pounding of her heart. “Only male children are at risk. Not all are affected, but yes, there is greater danger of abnormal male children among my kind.”

Elinas exploded into a mirthless laugh. “You choose a fine time to tell me!” The derisive tone sounded threatening. “Do you not know that only boys matter to a king? What if my three sons die early?” He shrugged. “Daughters cannot rule the land. They are only good to marry off to seal alliances.”

Insulted by the remark, Pressine decided to fight back. Leaning for support against a heavy oak chest, she molded her palms around the smooth carvings of the lid. “Women could rule in the old days. Women went to battle. When did we become weak and unable to decide for ourselves? I was not raised to do the bidding of a man. I serve the Goddess and obey the laws that govern the Otherworld.”

“What a perfect excuse!” The sarcastic tone cut into the stifling air like a sharp dagger. “What else?”

Wondering how Elinas would react to more forbidden knowledge in his present state, Pressine hesitated.

He lifted a heavy chair and slammed it down on the flagstone in his rage. “Speak now, woman! Afore I run out of patience and banish you from my sight.”

Taking a deep breath, Pressine let out a reluctant whisper. “Longevity.”

Elinas’ eyebrows shot up questioningly. “What about it? Pray tell.”

“When Aunt Morgane came to our wedding, you thought you recognized her.” Ignoring the lump in her throat, Pressine paused to watch understanding dawn on her king’s face. “You were right. It was her you met as a lad. She has not aged a day since.”

“Morgane?” Doubt crept into the angry voice. “That was thirty years ago and she barely looks thirty now. How old can she be?”

Elinas no longer seemed angry, but Pressine refrained from smiling at her small victory. “I do not know exactly, but she knew King Arthur, the bear of Britannia. She remembers former lives as well. She claims to have witnessed the Trojan Wars, and she speaks about Hercules and Achilles as if she knew them well.”

“Ridiculous!” Elinas turned away as if to dismiss the idea, then looked out the window. “These are only legends.”

Pressine swallowed hard. “All legends are rooted in reality.”

“Do not mock me, woman.” A calm, threatening tone returned to the king’s voice as he faced her again.

It crossed Pressine’s mind to use her powers of persuasion to influence him, but such coercion would not be fair to the man she loved, or even to herself. She needed to be understood and accepted for what she really was. Harnessing her courage, she pushed herself away from the oak chest and walked toward the table that separated them, keeping her chin up.

“This may sound unbelievable to you now,” she explained softly, “but in the ancient world, immortality was not unheard of.”

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The companion book is PRINCESS OF BRETAGNE, Book One in the Curse of the Lost Isle series, also available in kindle for $3.99 here:

Happy Reading!

Vijaya Schartz
Blasters, Swords, Romance with a Kick

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