NEW RELEASE: Shorn

Posted on May 22, 2010

SHORN

by Selena Kitt

Sam is the older woman, secretly dating a younger man. But she just can’t help herself. From those big hands on her body to the sexy sheen of his dark, shaved head, Del is simply irresistible. When the younger man suggests a private shaving session, Sam finds herself under his spell once again in this modern, sexy and delightfully reversed Samson and Delilah.

Warnings: This title contains graphic language and interracial sex.

Word Count: 5,180

Price: $1.99

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EXCERPT:

“Are you going to see her tomorrow?” I slanted him the question.

He hesitated, and I wondered if he was going to play dumb. He didn’t, but—as usual—he didn’t give me a straight answer either. “You have a beautiful cunt, you know that?” His eyes fell to the triangle between my legs.

“Thank you.” I smiled, knowing he was trying to distract me, and I let him. I put my feet up on the counter, opening my thighs, giving him a better view. “So, are you going to see her?”

“Samantha.” He said my name with a sigh. I didn’t reply but just watched him instead.

“I might.” He used the razor over the few spots he’d missed. I waited. “Probably.” I just gave him more silence as he wiped his face clean with a towel. “Yeah, I guess.”

“I figured.”

He put some shaving cream on the tip of his finger and touched my nose with it.

I rolled my eyes. “Jerk!” I wiped it off with my hand, dabbing it onto the tuft of my pubic hair with a grin.

His eyes lit up, and he reached over and opened the top drawer under where I was sitting, pulling out a pair of manicure scissors.

“I was kidding!” I grabbed his towel and wiped off the shaving cream.

“I’m not.” He snapped the scissors open and closed, his dark eyes flashing, his grin devious.

“I thought you liked it!” I cried. He had often said how much he liked that I was a natural blond, the hair between my legs just a shade darker than the strawberry-blonde hair on my head. Our physical differences, the natural contrast, the strawberry cream and black coffee of our skin together, only served to drive our passion to further heights.

“Mmm, I do.” He knelt on the floor so he was eye-level between my legs, leaning in and kissing all around my pubic hair. “But I’d love to lick your pussy when it was shaved.”

I touched the curly, wiry mass of hair. I had never trimmed or shaved there. “I wonder what it would feel like…”

“Want to find out?” He showed me the scissors again. Seeing him eyeing my bits with a sharp implement in his hands was quite a shock.

“I don’t know.” I bit my lip. “Do we have time?”

“Plenty.” His lips brushed my thigh as he breathed my scent. The sight of his dark, smooth, newly shaved head between my legs elicited an immediate response, and I felt myself opening to him. “Don’t you trust me?”

I sighed. “Should I?”

“Yes.” His fingers probed my slit, spreading it open. He kissed my clit, his lips soft against my flesh.

“Okay,” I breathed, leaning back against the mirror as his tongue moved through my wetness.

“I want to kiss her goodbye.” He eased his way through, making his tongue into a sharp little point to probe inside of me. I moaned when his fingers replaced his tongue, sliding deep into my flesh as his mouth moved over my clit. I was still surprised at how skilled he was at this, how attentive, how eager to please.

Coming Soon – Baumgartner Generations: Janie – June 4, 2010

Posted on May 12, 2010

BAUMGARTNER GENERATIONS: JANIE

COMING JUNE 4, 2010

The Baumgartner series continues, this time exploring Janie’s world as she moves to New York to try to make it as a writer, all the while serving as part-time lover in a polyamorous relationship with Veronica and TJ and full-time nanny to their daughter, Beth. Janie’s life is already incredibly full when she—literally—runs into an agent one morning who sees great potential in her—and not just as a writer. As Janie’s relationship with Josh blooms and her career takes off, Ronnie’s happy surprise turns into a problem that even a vacation in a mountain cabin with the Baumgartners can’t fix, throwing everyone’s life off-kilter. Janie, especially, is spread thin, trying to please everyone while keeping Josh from finding out the true nature of her relationship with her benefactors. She knows she has to tell him eventually, but fear holds her back. Will she lose him? Will she be forced to make an impossible choice? Or will she, perhaps, find that the capacity for the human heart to love is, indeed, endless?

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, sex, and menage.

Word Count: 51,125

EXCERPT:

Prologue

I think I was almost two years old when my brother Henry came along. I admit, I don’t remember looking forward to having a sibling. I was pretty mad about the whole thing. My mother still tells people about the time I used an entire bottle of Elmer’s glue to try and seal the baby’s room door shut—and he hadn’t even arrived yet. Besides, he was getting my old room, the one with the fun window you could crank open on hot days, and what good was that going to be for a baby, anyway?

It didn’t matter that I had brand new wallpaper in my new room with ladybugs that were as soft as velvet to the touch—the room that used to be Daddy’s office with the big oak desk—or that my mother had taken me shopping to find the perfect ladybug bedspread to match. It didn’t matter that I had a new big-girl bed with a tall canopy and wispy white curtains that billowed in the breeze from the open window like sails.

It didn’t matter, because I was sure, once that baby came, no one would love me anymore.

It was after the Elmer’s glue incident, after my Daddy had threatened to paddle me within an inch of my life—he never did, he never touched either of us in anger that way, but he would say it sometimes and it was the one time I really believed he might actually do it—I finally crawled into my mother’s lap and laid my soul bare.

She didn’t rush to reassure me or change my already-made-up little mind. She just rocked me gently and let me cry about it for a while.

Finally, she asked, “You love me, don’t you, Janie?”

I nodded against her breast, easily giving her the reassurance I was looking for myself.

“And you love your daddy, don’t you, precious?” She stroked my hair, long and blonde like hers, only a few shades lighter.

“Yes,” I agreed, squirming in her lap, already sensing somehow what was coming.

“But how can you love us both?”

Her question stopped me and I stared up at her, my mouth gaping, the realization slowly dawning. She whispered, “Our hearts are so big, Janie, that we can always love. No matter what. We always have room to love someone else.” Then she laughed and cuddled me close. “Besides, we’re Baumgartners. We can love the whole world if we want to.”

And it was true. They loved me and they loved my brother, and we both loved them. We were a family—we were the Baumgartners, and we Baumgartners could love the whole world.

At the time, my mother was just reassuring a jealous sibling, saying something to comfort me when my world was about to expand beyond my usual, comfortable boundaries.

Years later, though, pressed between two warm bodies under the sheets, I would remember her words, and they would take on a whole new meaning.

I was resistant to the idea at first, sure that I wouldn’t get enough love, enough attention, that my world would come crashing down if I included anyone else, but I was proven wrong then, and I was proven wrong later. Experience proved me wrong again and again, opening my heart wider with every new encounter.

I was a Baumgartner. I was made to love—often and well. My mother was right. She always is.

Sometimes I think I really could love the whole world, if the world gave me a chance.

e world, if the world gave me a chance.

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