Bluebeard’s Wife – Available on Audio from eXcessica
Posted on December 28, 2008
The full audio book of Bluebeard’s Wife, read by yours truly, is now available for MP3 download on the eXcessica site!
Running time is 3 hours and 24 minutes.
Tara’s husband has never shared a fantasy with her, or even masturbated-that she knows of. However, this curious wife discovers a phone bill full of phone calls to sex lines and realizes her husband has been living a double life!
Instead of getting mad, Tara’s curiosity leads her to begin listening in on John’s steamy conversations in hopes of finding out what he really wants in the bedroom. After several failed attempts at bringing fantasy to reality, however, a frustrated Tara turns to her much more adventurous best friend, Kelly, for help. A quick psychology 101 diagnosis from Dr. Kelly marks John as having a classic “madonna/whore” complex, and she quickly sets about making plans to rectify this situation. Tara goes along for the ride, hoping that Kelly may have the answer to bridging the seemingly ever-growing gap in her marriage…
EXCERPT:
We ended up closing the place down, John and I. Kelly and Chris headed home about midnight, and I sat and finished another bottle of wine while I watched John move among the tables, talking and laughing. He helped me on with my coat when it was time to go, and held my elbow as we walked to the car.
“Are you drunk?” he asked me as he got into driver’s side.
I looked over at him in the dimness. “Are you mad?
“Am I mad that you’re drunk? Or am I mad that you were out dirty dancing with your girlfriend at my company Christmas party?” John started the car and put it in reverse.
“Um… that, or… whatever,” I said, struggling with my seat belt. I couldn’t seem to find the slot to put it into. John accelerated hard and I was propelled back against the seat. I was still trying to get my seat belt fastened when John hit the brakes at a stop sign and I jolted forward, reaching out my hand to the dashboard to catch myself, but my reflexes were slow, and I missed.
“What were you thinking?” John asked with a sigh, reaching over and doing my seat belt up for me.
I felt tears sting my eyes and looked out the passenger window so he wouldn’t see them. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “I guess maybe that you might think I was sexy.”
We didn’t talk again until John backed the car into the garage. He always backed in, so he could pull put in a hurry in the morning. Then he turned to me in the dark of the car, his voice low. “Tara, do you know what I wanted to do to you when you came downstairs in that dress?”
I shook my head, turning a little toward him.
John reached a hand out and fingered the soft, satin hem that was riding high on my thighs. “I wanted to tear it off you.”
“You did?” I asked, my eyes wide. He was looking down at where my dress ended.
“I wanted to tear it off you and take you, right there, up against the wall in the hallway.” His voice was hoarse, and I swallowed hard.
“You did?” I squeaked.
“Seeing you dancing out there with Kelly-you don’t know how sexy you are, do you?” he asked, leaning over to me, his hand running up from my knee to my thigh. His breath was warm on my face, and I could smell the 7&7’s he’d been drinking all night. My own head was still swimming with wine.
“You two rubbing up against each other, seeing your red little dress riding up and up,” he whispered, his hand pushing my dress up further as he sought higher ground on my leg. “You looked just like you do when you come, with your eyes half closed and your mouth open and your legs quivering.”
I moaned, tilting my face up to him, and then he was kissing me, his tongue forcing its way past my teeth, down my throat, as he pressed me into the door. “I wanted to fuck you right there on the dance floor,” he growled against my neck, biting and sucking at my flesh. “I wanted to fuck you both.”
I gasped, his hands groping me in the dark, everywhere at once. My dress was pushed up to my waist now, his fingers rubbing fast and hard between my legs. We kissed, our mouths meshing together as he leaned over the gearshift to get to me. When he pulled my panties aside and plunged his fingers into me, I hissed, putting one foot up onto the dashboard to give him better access.
He was trying to climb over onto me but there wasn’t enough room-not in his little Roadster. When I whispered that fact to him, he grunted, pulling his hand away from me and moving to open his door. A moment later, he was opening mine, and I was still sitting there with my panties askew, my heels off, and my dress shoved up to my waist, struggling with the seatbelt.
He leaned over me and popped the button, pulling me out of the car and crushing me to him, his tongue digging deep into my mouth. I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, feeling his hands roaming over my ass, squeezing and lifting me, pressing my crotch to his. I could feel how hard he was through his trousers.
Then he was turning me around, pressing me over the hood of the car, shoving my dress up higher on my waist. His hands moved over my ass, my thighs, and I heard his zipper and the felt his cock pressing against my panties. He shoved those aside, his fingers finding me again, moving in and out of my wetness-and I was wet, soaking wet, my panties moist with my heat.
He didn’t bother to take them off, he just replaced his fingers with his cock, shoving himself deep inside me with a growl. I moaned, pressing my cheek to the metal, the engine still ticking as he started to fuck me, my hands out in front of me, just letting him take me. I could see the Christmas lights of the neighbor’s house across the street, a blurred red and green glow as he rocked me against the Beemer’s electric blue hood. He hadn’t even shut the garage door.
“You like that?” he whispered, grinding his pelvis into me, his cock buried so deep it almost hurt. I couldn’t catch my breath to answer, I just whimpered, but I arched my back and pressed against him in response.
He reached over me, grabbing my arms and twisting them behind my back. I gasped, wriggling and moaning, as he held my wrists with one hand, still fucking me, harder now, driving me against the cold side panel of the car. He slapped my ass with the other hand, making me squirm. The hot sting felt good in the night air.
I could see my breath, panting out in white streams toward Mr. Klein’s house across the way-and I could see Mr. Klein, walking across his living room. I wondered if he might be able to see us, and the thought was beyond exciting.
John was grunting with every thrust, his breath ragged. My panties were snug between my legs and every time he shoved into me, he pulled them up tight between my lips and effectively massaged my clit, the friction building up as he fucked me, really rapidly now, all the way into me, working hard.
“Oh god,” I cried, feeling his hand tighten around my wrists, pulling me back against him and driving deeper, deeper still, into my pussy. “John, make me come!”
I could still see Mr. Klein, and I think he was at his window, but I didn’t care. I ground myself back against John’s cock, wanting more and more, until I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. I was dizzy with wanting, feeling the ache between my legs moving toward release.
John grabbed my hip with his other hand, forcing himself hard up into me, growling and grinding, “Ahhhh god, baby, take my cum!” Feeling the first wave of him, hot and pulsing, coupled with his hips pounding against mine, forced me over, too, and I came hard, my pussy squeezing him, milking him.
“Ohhh yes, ohhhh!” I moaned, thrashing on the hood of the car, quivering beneath him.
He pulled out of me, and the cold of the night rushed in, making me shiver. He didn’t let go of my wrists, turning me around to kiss me, his mouth a little softer now, but not much, his tongue still probing deep, his bare thighs pressing me back against the car, my ass resting against the cool edge.
“Now,” he whispered, keeping me pressed against him, his hand still tight around my wrists wrapped behind my back. “Do you believe me, that I think you’re sexy?”
I smiled, feeling dizzy, wrapping my leg around him, digging my heel into the back of his thigh. “Yes,” I breathed, kissing him and holding on tight…
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Christmas Stalking Review: 5/5 Cherries!
Posted on December 27, 2008
Great review for Christmas Stalking from Violet at Whipped Cream Reviews:
Christmas Stalking piqued my interest from the first paragraph. It was an outstanding action packed, heart touching story of how Ginny finds her true love. I was intrigued and touched, angry and sad. Ginny was a beautiful woman who was in self preserve mode. Just when I thought she couldn’t take any more, she showed renewed strength.
Nick was the angel we wish all men could be. He was strong, kind, patient and understanding. Together they made the perfect couple.
Selena Kitt did an extraordinary job on Christmas Stalking. I loved this story and cannot wait to read more from her. This would be a story that I would read repeatedly and strongly urge other people to read it as well.
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Christmas Stalking – Holiday Favorite!
Posted on December 16, 2008
Christmas Stalking
by Selena Kitt
It’s hot – it’s cheap *grin* – and it’s Christmasy!
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Alone and on the run, Ginny is desperate to stay one step ahead of danger while still trying to protect her sister and her sister;s boys. Forced from her home and holding the key to a horrible secret, Ginny is haunted by her memories and pursued by a man who will stop at nothing to regain his control over her. The appearance of a mysterious man in her time of greatest need forces Ginny to decide whether she will take the chance to trust this handsome stranger.
EXCERPT FROM CHRISTMAS STALKING:
She woke up floating on a cloud, her body aching but resting on something so soft it was unimaginable. Her eyes focused and she realized she must be in someone’s home. She was lying on a sofa and there was a television, a coffee table, all the usual living room amenities, along with a Christmas tree in the corner and one stocking hung on the fireplace mantle. She could hear someone talking and, for a moment, couldn’t remember anything that had happened.
“Yeah, I have her here now. I’m gonna see if I can get her to come in without any hassle,” he was saying.
She sat bolt upright, suddenly remembering everything.
She scanned the room for her backpack and coat and found them in a corner. The world slipped a little as she stood. Steadying herself on the arm of a chair, she moved toward her things. She had to get out of here before Patrick showed up.
The stranger had moved further into the kitchen and his voice was muffled now. She strained to hear. Was he calling more cops? Worse, was he calling Patrick? She shivered, sure it was the latter as she shrugged on her coat and shouldered her backpack, easing toward the front door.
“Hey! Hey there! Hold on!”
She heard him call out as she turned the knob. She pulled, but found the deadbolt locked.
He caught up to her in three quick strides, and as she unlocked the deadbolt and pulled open the door, he pressed his hand flat against it and shut it again. “Where do you think you’re going?”
She moved around him, starting toward the kitchen. “Anywhere but here!”
“Listen, you have to stay.” He caught up to her again, moving in front of her and blocking the entryway with his body.
“Like hell I do!” She shoved at him, but it was like trying to move a brick wall, and her head and mouth throbbed with the effort. “What for? So you and Patrick can finish what those two started? I don’t think so, asshole! Now get out of my way!”
“Patrick? Who the hell is Patrick?” The genuine look of confusion on his face stopped her for a moment.
“Do they give you acting lessons in private dick school?” she snarled, turning away from him and running toward the front door.
“We can’t keep doing this running thing all night.” Exasperated, he caught up with her again, stepping in front of the door before she could reach it.
“Then get out of my way.”
“What are you running from? What are you running to?”
She swallowed hard, her throat burning, her voice shaking. “If you had any idea what I was running from, you never would’ve told him where I am. Now get out of my way, before I call the real cops!” She ducked under his arm, pulling at the door, but was no match for the weight of him pressed against it.
“Listen to me!” He grabbed her arms and pulled her toward him. “I’m trying to help you. That’s all I want to do!”
“If you want to help, then let me go,” she pleaded. “Please, whatever he’s told you, none of it is true. You can’t let him find me. I’m begging you.”
The tears were coming and she couldn’t stop them, although she tried hard. She even bit down on her bruised and swollen lip, hoping the pain might be a distraction.
He shook his head at her. “Who? What are you talking about?”
“Oh, come on, you know who!” She pulled away from him and ran, she didn’t care anymore where to. “The guy you were just talking to on the phone!”
This time when he reached her, he enfolded her, wrapping his arms around her from behind, grabbing her wrists and crossing them over. He held her that way for some time, not speaking, just waiting for her to stop struggling. When her breath began to slow a little and she relaxed against his bulk, he spoke, “I’m going to tell you something, and I want you to listen. Then I’m going to ask you a question, and you’re going to answer me. Do you understand?”
He waited for her to nod, which she did reluctantly, before going on.
“My name is Nick Santos. I’m a real cop, not a private detective. The phone call was to the station about the assault I’d just witnessed. Did you see my badge? I assure you it’s quite real. You can call them back to check it out if you want to.”
She relaxed a little at these words, not sure what to believe.
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2009 Eppie Finalists
Posted on December 14, 2008
Thought I’d brag a little (again) about the fact that two of eXcessica’s books have been judged as 2009 EPPIE FINALISTS!
I’m so proud I could bust-a-button. 
This is the 8th year of the Eppies, and it has become a rather prestigious award in the e-publishing world.
From the EPIC (Electronically Published Internet Connection) site:
“The EPPIE Awards have been given annually since the first EPIC conference to recognize outstanding achievement in e-publishing.
EPPIEs entries are judged by volunteers, with the largest percentage of EPPIE Judges being active EPIC Members. Guest judges, all of whom are either published authors or publishing professionals, may be used as alternate judges at the EPPIE Committee’s/Chair’s discretion. After the first round of judging the works of the finalists are sent to second panel of judges and winners are selected. The winners are announced at the EPIC conference’s gala award ceremony at the annual EPICon Convention.
The 2009 EPICon will take place in Las Vegas, Nevada.”
I doubt I’ll make EPICon, but I’ll be waiting on pins and needles until March to see who wins!
A Good Student by Elliott Mabeuse
Category: romance/bdsm
Length: Super-Novel
Heat Level: eXcess 3
Price: $5.99
Warnings: This title contains graphic language, sex and bdsm elements.
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When passionate Professor Conner Devlin meets oversexed student Emma Fiore, the sparks ignite: he’ll train her to be his classroom sex slave, carrying out his every desire, while she gets to experience the forbidden pleasure of submissive love before her marriage to a dull and unfeeling man. But Emma’s sizzling and insatiable desires soon overwhelm Conner and he finds himself hopelessly in love with his young submissive. Emma accepts him as her sexual Master, but will she have him as her real-life lover?
Through the means of BDSM and the demands of extreme sex, Conner tries to break down the barriers between them and make Emma acknowledge her feelings, until one night things become too real and the games are forgotten. Conner takes Emma prisoner for real and their passions erupt in a cataclysm of raw emotion that rocks them both and fuses them in a transcendent love.
Told with intense honesty from the dominant’s point of view, A Good Student gives a rare and searing look inside a man’s heart as he’s caught in the throes of a compelling and overwhelming love and passion, all his thoughts and feelings exposed. Listening to Conner’s confessions is like having your own personal Master tell you everything he feels, with a poet’s skill and a therapist’s insight. You’ll never look at the dynamics of D/s and a man’s sexuality the same way again.
Romance at Heart Review by Rose
“Sensual, sexy, totally erotic…his characters are always punchy, up front, and delightfully real. I got wrapped up in the affaire d’coeur Elliott tells between the covers. Here we learn from a man whose life has been lacking something he was not aware of, true love and caring. (I)t is one romance on the edgy side you won’t want to miss!”
A GOOD STUDENT IS ALSO AVAILABLE IN PRINT!
Category: anthology
Length: Novel
Heat Level: eXcess 2
Price: $4.99
Warning: This title contains graphic language and sex.
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Mother Earth is one hot, sexy Mama, and in this tribute to nature and the environment, Selena Kitt pays homage to her beauty, her grandeur – and her conservation. Who else could tackle topics like global warming, strip mining, animal endangerment and environmental toxicity, all while making it hot, hot, hot?
This anthology includes six sexy and environmentally provocative stories that will rock your world-and arouse and raise more than your environmental awareness.
STORIES INCLUDED (click a link to read an excerpt!):
Lightning Doesn’t Strike Twice
ECOEROTICA IS ALSO AVAILABLE IN PRINT!
***USE COUPON CODE CTUEM7FY FOR 10% OFF PRINT***
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Welcome… back?
Posted on December 13, 2008
photo credit: Hyperfinch
Yeah, it’s me. Yeah, it’s a totally new blog. Yeah, I lost everything – all the content on the old blog.
Maybe it’s better to start fresh. That’s what I keep telling myself. All while I’m trying not to think about everything that disappeared into the Internet ether.
So welcome. Or welcome back.
Let’s see if we can rediscover our path and journey on together…
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