Monday, February 4, 2019

Pie Girls and the Very Lonely Man ~ New #Bisexual #Erotica from @GiselleRenarde

When Butler meets a retro rockabilly pie shop owner, the last thing he expects is that she’ll try to seduce him. No, scratch that. The last thing he expects is for the pie girl’s wife to walk in on them! When the pie girls invite him to stay at their house, a visit to a lonely small town grows into the kind of adventure Butler wouldn’t have dreamed up in his wildest fantasies. Can a lonely man live in a dream?

PIE GIRLS AND THE VERY LONELY MAN is new bisexual fiction from award-winning queer Canadian author Giselle Renarde.

Available now from your favourite ebook retailers, including Smashwords:
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Let me tease you with an excerpt:

Who was this girl?

She lifted her skirt and grabbed his hand. He couldn’t see what was going on down there, only feel. And what did he feel? Fishnet stockings. No panties. A smoothly shaven pussy. God Almighty! A slick, wet slit. Did she just walk around like that all day long? Wet and ready?

Or was she turned on by him? Was this all for him?

No. Of course not. He was nothing special. Tracey had told him so when she ended their six-year relationship.

Six years. He hadn’t touched any woman but Tracey in six long years.

Not that they felt long. No, they went by in an instant.

And now they were gone.

She was gone.

But Lindy was here. Lindy, who seemed so warm and compassionate. Everything Tracey wasn’t. Other than bold. Boldness was a quality they shared. Tracey had made the first move, too. They’d have never gotten together otherwise. He’d have never had the courage to hit on someone like Tracey. Dark hair. Model thin. Firm breasts. Long legs.

She always seemed to come so hard. Had she been faking all those times? Was she really so impressed by his sexual prowess?

Well, Lindy sure seemed to be, and he’d barely gotten started. All he’d done so far was rub her juicy clit through those wicked fishnet stockings, and already she was tearing at his fly.

“Put it in me,” she begged. “God, it’s been forever.”

Hard to believe a girl like this, who was willing to get it on with a stranger, was capable of going through a dry patch. You’d think she’d just go up to the nearest guy, remove his dick from his pants, and place it commandingly inside her.

That’s what she seemed intent on doing with Butler.

Except wait—what was that? A noise out front. A key in the lock.

Lindy froze, then backed away.

Butler’s mind went straight to the money pouch she’d left on the counter. “What’s happening?” he panted. “A break-in?”

“Worse,” Lindy said. “It’s my wife.”

Here are those links again so you can buy a copy!
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  1. Sounds absolutely delicious! (No pun intended)

  2. Bought mine, too, and read it. Great fun, and more. Am I right that you wrote another pie story a while back, where the girl sat in a blueberry pie? I think that's also the one where he asks her why she doesn't get with all the pie she eats, and she says something like, "Stupid, I'm eighteen!" Profound.

  3. Giselle, this sounds like a lot of fun. I hope it sells well.


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