WIN A KINDLE FIRE!

Posted on December 4, 2011

Happy Ho-Ho-Ho-lidays!

My heart grows at least two sizes during this season and I’m dying to play Santa and give lots of stuff away!

 

That’s right, Santa, I’ve been a very very naughty good girl this year, so won’t you pretty please with me sugar on top pleeeeeasse let me pass out the presents?

What do you have to do? It’s simple!

Fill out THIS FORM to ENTER the contest!

MANY ways to win! Do them ALL for MORE chances to win a KINDLE FIRE!

That’s right, you could win a brand new KINDLE FIRE in time for Christmas!

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If any of my books makes it into the top 1000 in the month of December, I will be giving away TWO Kindle Fires so SPREAD THE WORD and BUY Selena Kitt books for DOUBLE the chance to win a Kindle Fire!

(I’ll be checking my rankings, but if you see a book enter the top 1000, email me a screen capture at selenakittyn at yahoo.com!)

• ONE lucky winner will receive a Kindle Fire!
• IF criteria is met, a SECOND Kindle Fire will be given away!
• FIVE lucky winners will receive a free ebook copy of LETTERS TO THE BAUMGARTNERS
• FIVE lucky winners will receive a free ebook copy of my new release A BAUMGARTNER CHRISTMAS
• WINNERS will be announced on December 19, 2011 on my blog!

 

Blog Hop CONTEST!

Posted on October 28, 2011

BLOG HOP CONTEST

One lucky winner in the Halloween Blog Hop will win a copy of HUNTING SEASON: A Love Horror Story by Blake Crouch and Selena Kitt.

This story is different from the usual Selena Kitt fare you’re used to, but if you’ve read and liked my erotic horror tales in SHIVERS, you’ll adore this wicked little horror tale.

It’s perfect for the season!

All you need to do to win a copy is leave a comment here and check back after midnight (the witching hour) on October 31 (Halloween of course!) to see who the lucky winner will be!

For the next stop on the hop, click on the Halloween icon!

 

HUNTING SEASON: A Love Horror Story by Blake Crouch and Selena Kitt

This 8,000 (approx) word collaboration by thriller/suspense/horror writer Blake Crouch and erotic romance author Selena Kitt includes bonus interview material with the authors about the upcoming sequel to the Konrath, Crouch, Strand and Wilson bestseller DRACULAS.
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He’s a butcher

She’s the trophy wife of a trophy hunter.

They used to be high school sweethearts, but that was two decades ago, and times have changed.

Meet Ariana Plano…40 years old, miserable, stuck in a loveless marriage to the worst mistake of her life.

Meet Ray Koski…40 years old, miserable, a lonely butcher who can do nothing but immerse himself in the drudgery of his work.

Once a week during hunting season, she brings her old teenage flame game meat for processing. They do not speak. They rarely make eye contact. Some histories are just too painful.

But this week will be different.

This week—a shocking encounter twenty-two years in the making—will change everything.

Briar Rose (Modern Wicked Fairy Tale Series)

Posted on September 22, 2011

BRIAR ROSE (A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale)

by Selena Kitt

In this modern version of the fairy tale classic, although her dreams are filled with sensual imagery, and she’s often awakened with a throbbing sense of release, Rose has never had a sexual climax—at least, not while conscious. When she’s forced to confess her faked orgasms to her fiancé on the eve of their wedding, she finds herself alone, abandoned and suicidal—until her aunt gives her a business card with the name of a special clinic. Rose has undergone all sorts of physical and mental examinations in the past, but her aunt assures her that this place is “different.” Desperate for a solution, Rose decides to give it one last try, and finds that Dr. Matt, as he insists she call him, is indeed very different from any other person she’s ever met, and he’s determined to get to the bottom of her problem—one way or another.

 

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EXCERPT:

“Rose?” He put down his baggage, she could hear it clatter and thud on the floor. She knew he was probably carrying the portable massage table he had brought the other night and a bag she knew was full of scented oils. She felt more than heard him approach, and she knew exactly how she looked, because there was a mirror on the ceiling and she had seen herself, long blonde hair spread out like a golden field of wheat beneath her shoulders, lips red and swollen and aching to be kissed, the pink nubs of her nipples hard with excitement.

“Oh god,” he whispered and she felt his weight shifting the bed, his knee pushing down on the mattress. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. His hand moved through her hair, his fingers trailing over her cheek. She felt the heat of his breath on her shoulder, felt the press of his lips against her collarbone, her throat. A soft moan caught in her throat, her eyelids fluttering, her stomach tight with anticipation. Please, oh Matt, please, please…

And then he was kissing her, his mouth soft and open, exploring hers. This time she did moan, meeting his growing urgency, her limbs tingling with feeling as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him fully onto the bed. She gasped when he pressed the full weight of his clothed body against hers, feeling the bite of his belt buckle against her navel. Thank god, Matt had given up his white coats for these meetings, coming in jeans and a button-down shirt.

“Oh Matt, please,” she whispered, giving voice to her pleas. “I want you so much. I can’t stand it. Please, please, please…” She punctuated each please with a kiss along his throat, her hands already working the buttons of his shirt.
“How did you get in here?” he asked again as she peeled off his shirt, delighting in the sight and feel of his bare skin.

“Magic,” she whispered, giggling, working on his belt—and he let her. He let her! Not only that, he helped, unzipping his jeans and sliding them down his slim hips. The feel of his cock against her hip—already so hard for her—was all the reassurance she needed. “I want you, Matt. Every bit of you.”

He groaned when her hand reached into the flap of his boxers to caress his growing length, dropping his forehead and resting it against her shoulder, letting her touch him. She was already so wet, so ready. She’d skipped dinner and had been here for hours, waiting, anticipating his arrival.

“I want your hands, your mouth, your cock.” She slipped her tongue along the shell of his ear, feeling him shiver.

Matt cleared his throat, looking at her. “Well, I guess the communication lesson was effective.”

“Yes,” she agreed, slipping her hand lower, cupping his balls. “I know exactly what I want.”

“Then tell me.” His eyes were bright, his mouth curled into a soft smile.

Bringing the Naughty Back to Kindle

Posted on June 9, 2011

That’s right, I’m bringing the naughty back!

All the naughty incest I’ve written that Amazon banned is back, albeit in a slightly altered form. What’s that, you say? Did Amazon start putting these naughty books back on their shelves? No, not exactly.

When they first pulled my books, I put two of them back on Amazon’s virtual shelves without any incest in them at all. Naughty Bits reappeared as Foreign Exchange and Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed reappeared as Plaid Skirt Confessions for readers’ guilt-free reading pleasure. But over the next few months I started noticing a pattern – Amazon was still taking incest off the shelves when it appeared…unless it involved people who weren’t biologically related. So step-siblings having sex? That was okay. Stepfathers and stepdaughters? Yep, that was allowed. Step-uncle and step-niece? Step-aunt and step-nephew? Yep and yep.

Of course, Amazon didn’t announce this policy. They still haven’t officially stated any policy in regards to their banning of books from their site. But Excessica had a book pulled (My Father’s Keeper by Parker Ford) that didn’t involve any biological incest – just sex between step-relations. When we pointed this out to them, they reinstated the book. So I figured that was the clearest indication we were going to get of Amazon’s line in the sand.

So I have now re-released Naughty Bits (revised), and Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed (revised), along with my anthology, Back to the Garden (revised) for Amazon. And the best news is that those of you who were looking for print versions of the books? They’re baaaaaaack!

Click the links below to check out the naughty!

NAUGHTY BITS (Revised)
David has been brightening up his gray Surrey, England days with the porn collection hidden in his parents’ shed, but when he finds that his older stepsister, Dawn, has discovered his magazines, things really begin to heat up.

Their parents insist that their just-graduated son look for a job, but their daughter has the week off and is determined to work on her tan. Distracted David finds himself increasingly tempted by his seductive older stepsister, who makes it very clear what she wants.

Her teasing ways slowly break down the taboo barrier between stepbrother and stepsister until they both give in to their lust, but what are they going to do about the feelings that have developed between them in the meantime?
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Note: Siblings are step-relations

Warnings: 18+ ONLY This title contains erotic situations, step-sibling incest, graphic language, anal sex, and makes mention of pornography, hammers, interesting uses for rubber bands, dungarees, bikinis, and lots of Britishisms you may or may not have to look up.
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“Come on, David, you can tell me.”

I flushed, staring directly at the sun and then closing my eyes, seeing a bright spot where it had been. “No.”

“I didn’t think so.” She nudged my arm with the bottle.

“Is it that obvious?” I took a swallow, handing it back with my eyes still closed.

Her voice was soft as she said, “No wonder you toss-off so much in the shed.”

My eyes flew open, my jaw dropped. My face burned and I couldn’t say anything.
Dawn was holding the bottle up. “Crikey! This is almost gone!”

“How long have you known?” I swallowed hard.

“Long enough.” She smiled

“Are you gonna tell mum and dad?”

She was grinning now. “Oh, I don’t know, that depends.”

“On what?” I sat up and turned toward her.

“You know mum will throw a wobbly if she finds out you’ve got porn.”

“Why do you think it’s hidden in the shed?” I sighed miserably. “Are you going to tell?”

“I was just teasing.” She sat up in her chair and faced me. “What are we, ten? I’m not a grass. So you look at porn. What bloke doesn’t, right?”

I sighed, relieved. I looked at her, remembering the words written in the margins. “Say, Dawn… did you… were you looking at it?”

She grinned. “She looks an awful lot like me, doesn’t she?”

I nodded, meeting her eyes. “She’s my favourite.”

She stood, grabbing onto the back of the chair for a moment. She started toward the house. When she got to the door, she looked back at me. “Come on.”

I followed her after a moment, finding her standing in the kitchen, leaning against the table. Her bikini top was on the table, too, and I was staring at her breasts. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t even breathe.

“You like what you see?” She cupped them and pulled on her nipples. My face was burning, but my cock was stiffening in response. “They look a lot like hers, don’t they?”

I nodded in agreement. Blimey, almost exactly like the girl in Naughty Bits! The same little areolas, the dark pinkish nipples. My cock jumped as I watched her rub her hands over them.

“Dawn, what are you doing?” I heard the hoarseness in my own voice.

“Well, I’m a bit pissed,” she admitted. “And I’m really randy, especially after watching you wanking in the shed.”

“Oh, God,” I groaned, putting my hand to my forehead. She was moving toward me, and my eyes fell from her breasts down to her bikini bottoms. Now that I’d seen the top, I wanted to see the rest.

“You wanna suck these?” she purred, pulling on her nipples. “Do you wanna shove your cock in my cunt, baby brother?”

I had backed up to the wall and she was leaning in toward me, not touching me, but close. She slid her hand down into her bikini, and I could see the top edge of her pubic hair.

“You wanna fuck me?” Her hand moved between her legs.

I groaned, closing my eyes against it. “Dawnie,” I pleaded. “Please. Stop.”

UNDER MR. NOLAN’S BED (Revised)

Leah and Erica have been best friends and have gone to the same Catholic school since just about forever. Leah spends so much time with the Nolans—just Erica and her handsome stepfather now, since Erica’s mother died—that she’s practically part of the family. When the girls find something naughty under Mr. Nolan’s bed, their strict, repressive upbringing makes it all the more exciting as they begin their sexual experimentation. Leah’s exploration presses deeper, and eventually she finds herself in love for the first time, torn between her best friend and her best friend’s stepfather.

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This title contains erotic situations, lesbian sex, sex toys, some very naughty stepfather/stepdaughter incest and also makes mention of pornography, salmon, amusement parks, chocolate covered strawberries, brownies (as well as girl scouts), plaid skirts, naughty uses for confessionals and some sacrilegious humor.

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EXCERPT:

“I saw you, Mr. Nolan.”

His jaw dropped and he looked at me, incredulous. “Saw me?”

“The night you came into the bathroom. Do you remember that?”

Glancing at him, I saw him nod, his face pale again.

“I watched you,” I admitted, my voice almost a whisper. “Touching yourself.”

“Oh Christ,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” I confessed. “Seeing you stroking yourself while you watched that man on the screen fuck those two girls…”

His eyes met mine, and I saw the shock in them at my language, but there was something else too, that wasn’t just shock. I’d seen it before, in the kitchen when he’d looked up my skirt, and a moment ago too, when he’d walked in and caught me masturbating.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I whispered, moving my hand up his thigh, high enough to feel that he was hard. I was encouraged by that, and the alcohol made me feel more free, like I’d drunk some liquid courage.

“Leah, I know this kind of thing can be confusing.” He took my hand and put it in my lap with a shaky sigh.

“I’m not confused,” I insisted, sliding down to the floor and kneeling between his legs. He shook his head, but I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against his crotch and nuzzling there.

“Oh hell,” he whispered, and I felt his hand moving in my hair, the lightest of touches.

“Please,” I murmured, turning my face, so my mouth moved over the hard length of him in his trousers. “I want to.”

I had him unzipped quickly, reaching in to find him, looking up into his eyes. He was dazed, startled, even a little horrified, but there was something underneath that, and whatever it was kept him from stopping me. He didn’t say no as I freed his cock and took it into my hand.

BACK TO THE GARDEN

Discover the delicious lure of a taboo siren call with four stories bundled into a wickedly hot anthology that’s determined to keep it all in the family!

When Patrick’s father went off to war in 1944, he told his eighteen-year-old son, You’re the “Man of the House” now. Patrick’s stepmother has struggled to keep them afloat, and he does what he can to help. He knows she’s tired, sad and very lonely, but when circumstance brings a young woman into their lives for a brief time, it alters everything between he and his stepmother forever. Will Patrick become the real “man of the house” before his father returns from the war?

In “The Garden of Eden,” Libby has lived her whole life with her stepfather, Ed, in a nudist colony. It’s a very open, natural life, and they’ve never had an issue–until Libby’s mother, Kim, re-enters their lives. Kim is appalled by their living and sleeping arrangements and wants to take Libby away from the nudist life. Libby, still devastated by her mother’s abandonment, wants to have nothing to do with the shopping trips and material things her mother is offering, but the longer Kim stays, the more everything –everything–becomes a greater temptation.

In “Lassoing the Moon,” Leila knows she’s always been closer to her stepson, Rich, than most mothers, since Rich’s father left when he was just a baby. He’s been the man in her life forever–but now he’s really a man, and his coming-of-age is a test for both of them.

In “Lost Souls,” eighteen-year-old Lily, raised by her fundamentalist preacher stepfather, Adam, isn’t allowed to date or do anything against church “law.” Asked to the Halloween dance by a boy she really likes, Lily defies Adam. But when they are caught in a compromising position by her stepfather, what will her punishment and repentance be?

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NOTE: This is a REVISED edition.

Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, and sex, as well as some very naughty mother-son and father-daughter incest.
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EXCERPT:

From “Lassoing the Moon”

She was going to hell. There was no getting around it-do not pass go, do not collect $200, she was going straight to hell without any little orange “Get out of hell free” card.

“Your turn.”

Leila rolled the dice, moved her little shoe, and bought Baltic Avenue for a song. She could start putting houses on it now, since she owned Mediterranean as well. But she wasn’t thinking about Monopoly. She couldn’t think about anything, watching her twenty-year-old stepson home from college, sitting out in the living room in his boxers watching The Ultimate Fighting Championships on ESPN.

She was so going to hell.

“Ha! You owe me!”

Leila glanced up at her niece, startled, and forked over the money. Small price to pay for a little bit of freedom. If she just kept rolling the dice, moving around the board, no one would notice that she was watching him out of the corner of her eye, looking at the tight, ridged muscles in his stomach, the dark line of hair that disappeared below his boxers, dreaming about the hard cock she had accidentally caught him stroking in the bathroom that morning…

“Don’t you want to put hotels on!?” Chloe nudged her aunt under the table, making a face. “You’re not paying attention!”

Damn. Caught. Leila bought four houses, arranging the green plastic pieces on the board, glancing at the clock. Her sister-in-law should be back soon to pick up Chloe, anyway. There was no way they were going to finish this game.

Rich was making fake punches in his seat, watching the fight. “Oh, man, he opened himself up for the leg sweep!”

“Boardwalk!” Chloe squealed, bouncing in her seat and waving an orange five-hundred dollar bill.

Modern Wicked Fairy Tale Series

Posted on May 22, 2011

If you haven’t checked out my Modern Wicked Fairy Tale series, now’s the time! I will also be releasing: A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: RED; A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: GRETEL and A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: BRIAR ROSE! Look for them in the next few months!

ALICE: Modern Wicked Fairy Tales

In this modern version of the fairy tale classic, Alice is madly in love with a man who taps into her naturally submissive nature and introduces her to the pleasurably painful delights of the BDSM world. When her Wade Knight sends a car to take her to a strange and wonderful new place, Alice finds herself in a very sticky situation where everything is upside down and nothing is as it seems.

Warnings: This title contains elements of bdsm including spanking and mild femdom as well as strange, sexy and surreal situations that may cause sweatiness, dizziness and a sudden desire to engage in naughtiness.

EXCERPT:

“I need to go home.” Alice saw the Red King flash by out of the corner of her eye. He was behind her now but not touching her. “Have you seen my driver?”

“What driver?” His voice, behind her. “What do you want your safe word to be, Alice?”

“He had white gloves on. And a hat. He was very tall,” she explained. His hand moved over her shoulder, his touch light, but his palm huge. “My safe word?”

“The white rabbit?” the king inquired. She gasped when he cupped her breast, kneading the firm flesh in his fingers. “Yes, dear, your safe word. You do know what one is, don’t you?”

“White rabbit?” Alice asked, confused, trying to ignore the tingling sensation from her nipple to her crotch as he manipulated it between thumb and finger.

“Well, it’s strange, but it will do,” the king said with a laugh. “White rabbit it is.”

“Wait—” Alice said again, but it was too late, far too late. Behind her, the king had disrobed. She felt the heat from his body and the press of his cock, thick and huge, against her hip. “What are you doing?”

“From now on, the Red Queen asks the questions.” The king reached down between her legs and cupped her mound from behind. Alice had shaved smooth for Wade and her vulva was soft as velvet in his hand. “And I do all the dirty work.”

“I like the dirty work,” he confessed, his fingers parting her lips, dipping in, testing the waters.

RAPUNZEL: Modern Wicked Fairy Tales

Rachel runs Rapunzel’s, a high-end salon on the lower level of a downtown Chicago high rise and lives happily in self-imposed exile in an apartment at the top of the tower—that is until Jake Malden walks in with his teen daughter, Emma, and presents Rachel with a dilemma. Young Emma is determined to defy her mother’s wishes and get her long, beautiful, untouched hair cut off so she can donate it to charity to honor a friend with cancer. Rachel’s decision to cut the girl’s hair starts a snowball of drama, turmoil and hidden secrets rolling downhill on a course with destiny that no one is able to stop, one that ultimately threatens not only Rachel’s livelihood, but her slowly melting heart as well.

Warnings: This title contains graphic language and sex and makes mention of vibrators, hockey, cappuccinos, silk panties, thigh highs, cheerleaders, big bald gay men, lawyers, ex-wives and contains one very hot, very sexy, and quite unforgettable limo ride.

EXCERPT:

“You have really lovely hair.”

The comment made her breath catch and Rachel touched her wig, suddenly self-conscious.

“Thank you.”

She felt his hand moving, brushing the hair over her shoulder, and glanced at him. He wasn’t looking at her face. His gaze followed the line of her jaw, her throat. She knew it was an opening—she could have said something, told him about her illness, but she didn’t. What she really wanted to do was to erase the thought entirely from her mind and she could only think of one way to do it.

“Hey there…” He accepted the weight of her, surprised, when she turned and put her arms around his neck.

“Do you want to kiss me?” She could smell her own breath, thick with alcohol, her mouth so close to his. The liquor had given her courage, a boldness she didn’t normally possess, but it had opened up something else too, an empty space inside of her, a fierce hunger, a need demanding to be filled.

“Desperately,” he admitted. “Haven’t thought about anything else all night.”

She pressed her mouth to his, trying to recall…was this how you did it? It didn’t take long for her body to remember and Jake helped her along, his tongue parting her lips, exploring the soft recesses of her mouth, the taste of scotch and brandy together making her heady.

“I take that back,” Jake breathed as they parted, breathless. “A few other things have crossed my mind tonight.”

“Like what?” As if she didn’t know. She was turned toward him, stretched across the seat, half in his lap, and his cock was a hard bulge against her hip through his jeans. Her intended distraction had turned from boldness to lust in an instant.

“I’d rather show you.” His hand moved up under her shirt, touching bare skin at her waist. She felt like a teenager in the backseat of her date’s car.

“I think you should.” Was she really doing this? Oh god, yes, yes she was.

He groaned at her assent, his mouth capturing hers again, hand moving up higher to cup her breast through her bra. She had forgotten about their non-date status when she’d chosen her underwear—black silk bra and panties and lace-topped sheer black thigh highs. Now she’d forgotten any agreement or non-agreement between them altogether, letting him feel her up and returning the attention, her hand moving against the swollen crotch of his jeans, making him shift and press up against her effort.

“Oh Rachel,” he whispered her name, his hand moving through her hair, and she cringed, aware of how long it was, how it spread out over them like a curtain, too much of it, as if it had a life of its own, eager to give away her secret.

She moved away from his hands, finding herself sliding to the floor of the limo between his thighs.

His eyes lit up as she knelt and peeled her jersey off, revealing the black bra underneath.

BEAUTY: Modern Wicked Fairy Tales

In this modern retelling of a fairy tale classic, former beauty queen Jolee Mercier finds herself in big trouble, locked in the trunk of her husband’s BMW on her way to a remote location in the woods of northern Michigan where she’s going to be killed.

Her crime? Knowing too much. An anonymous letter arrived addressed in her name with proof that her husband, Carlos, a state logging and mining mogul, had been the one responsible for her father’s death years earlier, killed for supporting the unions at a local logging camp.

When a terrible accident ends her husband’s plan to kill her, Jolee wakes up alone in a cabin in the middle of the woods, rescued by a masked man they call “the beast,” with a husband who wants her dead, and miles of state forest between her and civilization.

Warnings: This title contains erotic sex, graphic language and violence.

EXCERPT:

Jolee could never stay out of trouble for long and being locked in the trunk of Carl’s black BMW was no exception to that particular rule of her life. She’d given up trying to kick the side of the car to make noise—luxury car makers practically sound-proofed their trunks. Who knew? She wondered if engineers considered scenarios like this one—after all, any rich husband might have to enlist his hit men tie up and toss his troublesome wife into the trunk for easy disposal, right?

Besides, her feet were secured with zip ties, as were her hands, which stretched painfully behind her back. They didn’t use duct tape—too easy to wiggle out of—except for the pieces over her mouth. And even those weren’t just slapped on—they’d used the roll to wrap the silver stuff around and around her mouth and jaw in layers. Carl’s guys knew exactly what they were doing. Of course they did. It was their job.

There was just no way out of this bit of trouble. That realization finally hit her in the darkness, the car’s wheels crunching gravel for a long time now, off the highway she surmised, the suspension bouncing her violently up and down. This was going to be the last batch of trouble she ever got herself into in the whole expanse of a life that seemed suddenly very short.

She’d been so focused on escaping or finding a way out since Carl’s goons had grabbed her out back—zip-tied and duct taped before she could even raise the snow shovel she’d been using—that this final realization hit with such force Jolee actually wet herself, urine staining the crotch of her jeans with spreading navy blue darkness.

She was going to die.

GOLDILOCKS: Modern Wicked Fairy Tales

In this modern retelling of a fairy tale classic, Goldie Lax is a safecracking prodigy who learned her craft from her father and her grandfather before him. When she pairs up with Richard Campbell, who can hack any system, together they make the perfect team, mixing both business and pleasure.

When Goldie’s grandfather, who survived the holocaust only to end up a nursing home in his eighties, tells her about a horrific crime that robbed a good friend of his family’s inheritance, Goldie enlists Campbell’s help to recover the diamonds.

The three Behr brothers have stolen something too precious for words and Goldie, safecracker extraordinaire, and Campbell, their head of security, have hatched a foolproof scheme to get it back, but the long, involved plan may just complicate their relationship beyond repair.

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, anal sex, regular sex, hotel sex, sex on a counter, sex in a bank vault, and makes mention of toys, drills, locks, blue diamonds, catsuits, and the holocaust.

EXCERPT:

“Most people go to Brazil to work on their tan.” Goldie sighed, watching Campbell use his iPhone to bypass the alarm system. She kicked at a Styrofoam cup in the alleyway, startling a cat—or a really big rat—behind a dumpster. It bolted in the darkness and her heart jumped in her chest in spite of her outward calm. “

“We can do that later.” He glanced up at her and then nodded at the door. “It’s all yours.”

“Promises, promises.” She unholstered the drill out of her belt like a six-shooter, making quick work of the bolt. No alarm went off. The cameras on the side of the building had already been disabled, thanks to Campbell. “Is there a night guard?”

“Nope.” He swung the door wide and they went into the back entrance of the bank, down a dark hallway lit red by the “emergency exit” light behind them. “Yet another oversight.”

“You know, a lot of people go on their honeymoon in Brazil,” she suggested hopefully.

Campbell didn’t take the bait.

“The safe?” She could feel it, could almost taste it, heavy gauge steel, lever like a roulette wheel waiting to be spun—everyone place your bets, who’s going to get lucky tonight? But Goldie didn’t need luck.

“Through here.” Campbell was playing with his phone again, glancing up at the security cameras. The red lights on them were off.

Goldie drilled through another door, this one with two bolts. She heard the secondary locking mechanism at the bottom and swore under her breath.

“They got a backup,” Goldie warned him, already feeling around on her belt. She found what she was looking for, pulling out the hand-held plasma saw.

Campbell raised his eyebrows. “Nifty gadget.”

“You know I love my toys.” She smirked, grabbing her goggles off her belt and pulling them on. “Step back.”

He did as he was told, getting out of her way as she pressed the trigger, waiting for it to spark. She was through the secondary lock in less than ten seconds and Campbell pulled the door open, revealing the vault room behind it.

“Pretty.” Goldie pulled her goggles off to get a better look. “Dual combination. I assume it’s on a timer?”

“Of course.”

She approached the vault with reverence, touching her gloved palm against the surface. Could she do it? She’d had the opportunity to crack a dual combination lock only once before, and that had been in the light of day with the head of banking security breathing down her neck.

“Time me?” She grinned over her shoulder at him, taking her gloves off so she could feel the combination dial in her hand.

“Sure.” He fussed around with his iPhone again. “On your mark…get set…go!”

She closed her eyes and started turning the dial, hearing her father’s voice in her head—just line up the gates under the fence, little one. It’s easy as one-two-three. Well, in this case, four. It was a four digit combination lock, and there was a twin right next to it with a different combination waiting to be discovered.

All combination locks were a set of wheels. All you had to do was line up the notches on the wheels with the contact points and you were in. Of course, with a four-digit combination, there were ten thousand possibilities, and this little gadget couldn’t be hacked with a computer. Goldie didn’t use sound-enhancing equipment or earphones. She used what her father had taught her, along with just her ears and her hands.

“Thirty seconds.” Campbell spoke softly, knowing not to break her concentration.

“Got the first one,” she muttered. Her fingers just seemed to “know” or “see” where the wheel was. She’d always had an incredibly sensitive sense of touch. Even her father had been surprised when she had started to surpass him in her ability to crack a safe. It was a little like flying once she really got into the zone, working the lock around and around, back and forth, slowing as she neared the sweet spot, and then—ahhhhh, such a lovely jolt when she found it.

“Got the second.” It didn’t hurt that her memory was like a steel trap. She could hear Campbell’s breath beside her, smell the Altoids on it—curiously strong, cinnamon and sweetness.

“Three minutes.” He sounded excited, but he always was when they were on a job. He loved watching her work, even though it always felt like a competition. She didn’t know why he worried about it. There was no man alive who could do what he did. He could hack anything, bypass any electronic system ever made, usually just from his modified, jailbroken iPhone, but he couldn’t do what she did and he admired her for it. He truly appreciated and admired those things he wasn’t good at. She liked that about Campbell.

“Third one.” She redoubled her efforts, nearing the end now. For some reason, the first number came easy, but last was always the most difficult. Slowing her motions, she focused, concentrating hard, her tongue sneaking out to touch the corner of her mouth. Her father used to tease her that she was going to bite it off some day.

“Four minutes. Damn. What did you do the last one in?”

Goldie turned the dial, searching for the sweet spot. “Six minutes and eight seconds.”

And she found it. “Got it.”

He gave a low whistle. “Four minutes and fifty three seconds!”

“Got one more to go.” She moved to the second combination lock and started working it. It was all the way at the other end of the door, far out of reach of the first. This safe required two people to open both locks at the same time, an added security measure. She got the first number right away, unmindful of the time. This was just another job, another lock to crack open. The second and third came almost back to back, the notches lining up and falling like dominoes. And again, it was the last one that tripped her up, forcing her to focus her efforts, making that final release an exhilarating thing, leaving her breathless as she turned to Campbell.

“That’s it.”

“Woo!” His eyes were bright. “You did two of them in six minutes and forty-seven seconds!”

“Write them down.” She rattled off the combinations and he punched the numbers into his iPhone. “We have to do it together or it won’t work, and we only get one shot.”

“I know.” He leveled her with a withering look and she grinned, hand still on the dial. Campbell turned the other combination lock to zero it out and she did the same. He glanced at his iPhone, reading off the numbers to double-check the combination.

“Ready?” she prompted, eyeing the silver vault wheel with anticipation.

“Go.” He started turning the dial and she did too, both of them focused intently on doing it correctly. They waited anxiously when they’d finished, stepping away from the vault, and saw the light at the top go from red to yellow. There was a green one next to it that hadn’t let up yet.

“We’re in!” Campbell crowed, grinning.

“How long do we have to wait before we can open it?” she asked, referring to the timer that was set the moment the light went yellow. The green one would go on after the allotted time.

“It’s a quickie,” he said “Twenty minutes.”

“That’s it?” She pouted, already unhooking her tool belt, letting it drop to the floor. “How many times can you make me come in twenty minutes?”

“Let’s find out.”

CONTEST: The Baumgartners Plus One

Posted on February 1, 2011

The Baumgartners Plus One
by Selena Kitt

When Danielle Stuart meets the Baumgartners, her life doesn’t need to get any more complicated. Studying Italian on scholarship at the University of Michigan, Dani is haunted by a horrible tragedy that her husband, Mason, simply can’t come to terms with. But when she meets Carrie Baumgartner, and then her handsome husband, Doc, she finds her attraction to the couple irresistible, no matter how complicated things might get. While the two women bond over being childless and yet surrounded by children in the university’s married housing complex, it’s Doc Baumgartner who really brings them together with a game-changing idea that serves to reshape all of their lives.
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WARNING: 18+ ONLY
This title contains erotic situations and graphic language, and makes mention of porn, strippers, high heels, snow angels, wishbones, micro bikinis, white hot sand, Victoria’s Secret,birth control, mittens, kitty cats, margaritas and various other alcoholic beverages, plus a plethora of sex including girl on girl, anal sex and a (mff) threesome in true Selena Kitt style.
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EXCERPT FROM THE BAUMGARTNERS PLUS ONE:

Something woke me. I’d been sleeping hard, drooling on the edge of the couch cushion, my arm dangling off the edge, dreaming about Patrick Swayze making margaritas, and something pulled me suddenly from sleep. I had no idea what it was—I couldn’t hear anything but the rain, still falling, and the ticking of a clock somewhere—and then I didn’t care. I was suddenly desperate to pee. All those damned margaritas. I pulled myself to standing, using the back of the couch to steady myself in the unfamiliar darkness. My head was still spinning. I hardly ever drank anymore, even wine.

It was nearly dark, but there was a night light in the kitchen next to the sink and I followed its glow, shuffling along the carpet in my bare feet. The last thing I wanted to do was trip and wake the Baumgartners. It wasn’t until I’d made my way through the kitchen and saw the bedroom door, slightly ajar, that I remembered the way to the bathroom was through their room.

Then I heard an unmistakable moan and knew what had woken me. They were having sex. What I’d mistaken for a ticking clock was the rhythmic tap of a headboard hitting the wall.

“Oh god, that’s fucking fantastic!” Carrie gasped. “I’m going to come again!”

I heard him grunt, the springs squeaking louder, faster, the headboard slapping the wall with greater force. She gave three short, sharp cries, the same sound I’d heard her make that afternoon watching from the window, and I felt my whole body bloom with warmth. I leaned against the door frame for support, not sure I could trust my legs to keep me up.

“I love your shaved little pussy,” he growled. The squeaking had stopped. “Gimme!”

“No, no, no!” she cried. There was a flurry and shuffle and she objected the whole while but then I heard her moan softly. “Oh god, Doc, I can’t, not again…”

“Mmmm yes you can,” he assured her, his words muffled. I was sure his mouth was full. I felt so faint I thought I might actually pass out. “God, that’s so fucking hot. So smooth.”

“I know.” She sounded both smug and proud. “She shaved me so nice.”

“She sure did.” More muffled words from Doc.

“Oh baby, your tongue!”

I’d obviously guessed correctly.

“So tell me about your shower.” Doc’s voice was low. “Did you enjoy it?”

“You’re bad.” She teased him. “Does it turn you on, thinking about the two of us wet and naked?”

“You know it does.” His grin was so big I could hear it in his voice. “Tell me.”

“She’s so pretty, Doc,” she murmured dreamily. “Her breasts are big like mine, but she’s got these puffy nipples, so sexy.”

He groaned. “What color?”

“Brown, almost as dark as mine,” she murmured. I couldn’t believe the details she was relaying, how much she had noticed about me. That confirmed she’d been looking too, maybe as much as I had. I cupped my breast in my hand, closing my eyes, imagining the weight of hers, seeing the fat pursed jut of her nipples in my mind. I thumbed my own nipple through my shirt and shivered. “And her pussy, oh god, she’s shaved so smooth. I wanted to touch it…and kiss it.”

Me, too, I thought, and squeezed my legs together, feeling the heightened pulse between them. I’d been imagining little else for a week, and knowing now that she’d been thinking about it too made me so hungry for her, my mouth actually started to water.

“More,” Doc insisted, his breath coming fast. “Tell me more.”

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Baumgartner Generations: Henry

Posted on November 13, 2010

BAUMGARTNER GENERATIONS: HENRY

Henry’s in trouble. He’s gone from being a big fish in a little pond in his home town to being a very small fish in a much bigger pond at college, and he’s just not keeping up.

Instead of passing him through his classes because of his athletic ability like they did in high school, he discovers his professors actually mean it when they say he needs to do the work or he’s going to fail his classes—and be kicked off the all-star hockey team.

Adjusting to life at university sure isn’t as easy or fun as he thought it was going to be—his roommate likes the same girl he does, and it looks like she likes him, too; he’s failing English for sure and the dragon-lady who teaches the class seems to have a personal vendetta against him; and his hockey coach has even gone so far as to bench him!

When his parents hire him a tutor, he turns to this angel of mercy for help, but little does he realize that Mrs. Toni Franklin is going to complicate his life in ways he never could have foreseen…

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, sex and a masturbation/sex toy scene that has to be read to be believed!

EXCERPT:

Next to him, Toni uncrossed her legs, her leg brushing his jean-clad one. He could look down and see her knees, exposed, the shape of her body in the seat, lean but curvy. Sexy.

Stop it, he told himself. It was seeing Libby, he reasoned, after the amazing game he’d played, that had him feeling so excited. He was just still flying high, and the presence of the woman beside him was nothing but a physical reminder.

Henry tore his eyes away from his professor’s legs and looked back to the movie. Christ, they were going at it! The girl on screen moaned, arching, and he didn’t need subtitles to figure out what was going on. It made him squirm in his seat, feeling Toni shift beside him.

When she leaned in to ask, “Does this make you uncomfortable?” he actually jumped.

He swallowed, glancing at her, then back at the screen. “Sort of.”

“Why?” She was close enough he could feel her breath against his cheek.

“Because you’re here,” he admitted.

“Why does that make a difference?” Her words were soft, whispered, hot against his skin.

“I don’t know.” He wanted to say what he was really thinking, how much the girl on the screen reminded him of a younger version of her, but he didn’t dare. He couldn’t tell her the truth—that watching two people having sex on-screen made him think about her, imagining…well…

“I think you do,” she insisted and he stiffened when he felt her hand on his knee, squeezing gently. This wasn’t happening. That’s what he told himself, looking up to see the sex scene over, but he still couldn’t breathe.

Instead of saying anything, he mirrored her, putting his own hand on her knee, squeezing. He felt her tense and glanced up to see her looking not at the screen, but at his hand on her leg.

“Henry.” Her voice was barely a whisper as she met his eyes in the darkness.

“Sorry,” he said. But his hand moved on its own, nudging her skirt up to mid-thigh.

“Don’t apologize.”

Her thigh was bare. He was touching skin and could feel the heat of her. Crazy. That was all that registered in his brain. This was crazy. Not happening. A dream.

But it wasn’t. Her skin was like silk. And the hand on his was massaging gently. “What are we doing?” he breathed.

He heard her swallow, saw her throat work when she did, before she whispered, “That’s a good question.”

“Toni…” He turned toward her, seeing her lick her lips, watching her mouth glistening in the light and shadow.

“You’re not paying attention to the movie,” she said, looking up at the screen as if she was actually focused there.

She wasn’t wearing stockings. He couldn’t think about anything else. “What movie?”

“You should pay attention,” she admonished him, but her hand was inching upward. It was nearing his crotch. Oh my god, it really was.

He shook his head, his gaze dipping down to the V of her button-down blouse. Her breasts had to be her second-best feature, full and round. She wore her clothes in the latest fashion, dark colored bras with light colored blouses, and it only accentuated at them more. “I can’t.”

“What’s distracting you?” She was trying to stay in teacher-mode, asking all the right questions. Part of his issue with reading was staying focused, not letting the outside world get in the way. But it wasn’t the outside world that was the problem. And she damned well knew it, he was sure of that fact. He couldn’t quite believe it, but he couldn’t deny the hand nudging against the inseam of his jeans.

“You’re distracting me.” He whispered the words against the soft shell of her ear, feeling the tickle of her hair against his nose. “What would you say if I told you…”

His hand moved up on her thigh and he felt her clench, heard her gasp, but she half-turned toward him, shifting in her chair. “If you told me what…?”

“If I told you…” His lips moved against her cheek as he spoke.

“Henry…” Her voice turned to pleading.

“I just…” He closed his eyes, breathing in her scent. She was so close in the dark, he could feel her breath, coming too fast. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

She turned her head toward him, just slightly.“About what?”

“Kissing you.” That wasn’t all he was thinking about. Not by a long shot. But it was a start. He felt the corner of her mouth against his lips, could almost taste her.

“So do it,” she breathed, bridging the gap and capturing his mouth with hers, the kiss hitting him with a force he hadn’t known possible.

Meet The Baumgartners – A Prequel!

Posted on September 15, 2010

MEET THE BAUMGARTNERS

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Carrie swore off men after a relationship-gone-bad in her freshman year of college and is perfectly happy with her roommate and lover, Maureen – until she discovers Steve Baumgartner (“Call me ‘Doc,’ everybody does”) in a very compromising – and decidedly sexy – position. Meeting Doc complicates things, but when Maureen’s very-religious boyfriend becomes a real threat and the gang goes to Key West for summer break, Carrie finds herself swept away by circumstance into a whirlwind of lust and sexual discovery.

If you’ve read Babysitting the Baumgartners, A Baumgartner Reunion, or Baumgartner Generations: Janie, you’ll love this prequel to the series. If you’ve never read any of them – Meet the Baumgartners! Your life will never be the same again!

Warnings: Let’s see… masturbation, f/f sex, a m/f/f threesome, and it’s ridiculously hot… mostly what you’d expect in an SK story!

Word Count: 20,007

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NEW RELEASE: Baumgartner Generations: Janie

Posted on June 4, 2010

BAUMGARTNER GENERATIONS: JANIE

AVAILABLE NOW!

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 and sex, ffm menage and ff sex.

Word Count: 56,356

EXCERPT:

“I think you might have the best job in the world,” Josh said as he opened my door for me.

“She’s a great kid,” I agreed. It was hard to think with him standing so close.

“Are you cold?” He looked down at the front of me. My white sundress had become suddenly see-through, my nipples standing straight up in the cold. “Do you want my coat?”

“I can think of better things to keep me warm.” I turned my eyes up to him, aching to be kissed. His eyes lingered on my mouth, but instead he smiled and stepped away, going over to the driver’s side.

I sighed, getting in beside him as he started the car and turned on the heater.

“So did you have a busy day today?” I asked as he backed out and shifted the car into gear.

“No more busy than usual,” he replied, turning into traffic.

“Oh.” I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering in spite of the heater. I slipped off my heels and tucked my feet under me.

“Why?” He glanced over at me, frowning.

I shrugged, not looking at him. “I just wondered why you hadn’t called…”

He was quiet for a moment, weaving through traffic. “Do you want to know the truth?”

I nodded, turning to look at him. His hair was wet, drops of water beading there. I resisted the urge to touch him.

“I didn’t trust myself,” he said as the Mustang snarled to life when he headed onto the freeway.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I want you too much, Janie.” He sighed. “Every time I look at you, every time I hear your voice, I just want to…”

I smiled, turning fully toward him now. “To what…?”

“To do very, very naughty things.” He glanced at me as I moved toward him.

“I do, too.” I leaned over the console to press fully against him, my breasts crushed against his arm.

“Do you?” His mouth was almost touching mine when he turned his head toward me, and I closed the gap, kissing him quickly.

“You have no idea,” I breathed.

He took a deep breath, turning his eyes back to the road. “So, right now, you’re thinking about it?”

“I’ve been thinking about it since dinner last night.” I slid my hand up the leg of his trousers, finding just what I was looking for, distended and rising fat and stiff under the material.

“Well, I can beat that.” He drew his breath in sharply when I massaged him, making delicious friction with my palm through his pants. “I’ve been thinking about it since I found you in my living room.”

“So what, exactly, have you been thinking?” I couldn’t help myself. His cock throbbed stubbornly against my hand, demanding attention. I couldn’t resist, slowly beginning to unzip him. I felt his whole body stiffen when I slipped my hand down to grasp him. Oh god, yes. He was solid in my hand.

“I’d rather show you.” His voice grew low as I began to stroke him, lazy, up and down.

“I know.” I leaned over the gearshift to take him into my mouth.

“Ahhhh Janie.” One hand moved in my hair as I swallowed his length, the other stayed on the wheel. The console dug into my hip as I turned and stretched across to suck him, but I didn’t care.

“Oh god.” He groaned as I licked the head, teasing, enjoying the taste and feel of him. “Baby, ohhh… I’m not sure this is the time…or place…”

“I want you,” I insisted as his hand moved over the front of my dress, manipulating my breast through the material, pawing at the hard pebble of my nipple. I grabbed his hand, guiding it down between my legs where I wanted it most, quickly pulling my dress up and my panties aside. His intake of breath was audible when he felt my cunt under his fingers, pure wet heat, as humid as a greenhouse, and I shifted against him. “You just concentrate on driving and don’t kill us,” I instructed before taking him into my mouth again.

“Okay,” he breathed, his fingers exploring my fleshy crease, my tongue making flat circles around the head of his cock. “Oh god, Janie, your mouth is so good…”

I made an eager noise in my throat as I sucked him, using both my mouth and hand now, washing him with my saliva. The sound of his breathing, harsh and heavy, filled the car.

“Put your fingers in me,” I begged, spreading my thighs wider for him. “Finger my pussy. Fuck me.”

He groaned and slid two fingers in, pumping his hand against my cunt. “Like that?”

“Mmmmm!” I responded around his cock, feeling the length of him swell as I fucked him back, thrusting his fingers in deep. “Hard! Harder!”

He got even more rough, his hand driving, relentless, making me go crazy on his cock. God I wanted to climb him like a tree and ride him, but what we were doing was dangerous enough. The car was barreling along the highway, thundering underneath me as I sucked him, his cock like velvet granite, tasting his pre-cum and slaving for more.

“Oh fuck, Janie, baby, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna come!”

Why in the world would I stop? There was no way—the meaty onslaught of his cock in my mouth made my pussy beg for release. His fingers curled inside me, his hips vaulting upward, and I sucked him, tight-fisted, gulping, faster, more. “Ahhhhhh!”

The sound he made when he came, like a snarl caught in his throat, was a sweet, staccato symphony to my ears as he flooded my mouth with cum. I swallowed all of it hungrily, wiggling over the console, trying to get even more of him. His cock grew fat with every fresh throb and I worked him with my fist, too, draining him dry.

“Oh damn,” he whispered as I sat up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and looking over at him with half-closed eyes. “That was…”

His eyes widened when he looked over at me, leaning back against the passenger door and putting one bare foot up on the console. My dress was pulled up to my hips, my panties tugged aside, my pussy exposed.

“Josh, the road,” I reminded him, noticing we were swerving into the next lane.

“Right.” His gaze shifted and he adjusted the vehicle, sighing as he glanced at me again. His fingers found his way to his mouth, sucking my juices as he watched me reach down and spread my red and swollen lips. “Now I just want to return the favor. You taste so fucking good.”

“Do I?” I dipped my fingers into my honey and brought them to my mouth.

He groaned. “Don’t make me pull this car over, young lady.”

“Promises, promises,” I teased.

He turned the wheel, heading for the shoulder of the road, and I laughed. “No! Don’t you dare!”

Sighing, he righted things, working the gearshift to send us rocketing even faster down the highway. “If you knew how much I wanted you…”

“Show me.” I reached for his hand, guiding it between my legs, sliding down to give him easier access.

I saw him swallow, but his eyes were on the road as his fingers began to explore, making me moan when he nudged my clit.

“Rub it for me,” I purred, working the buttons on my sundress from the top down. He did as I asked, stealing glances as he made circles with his thumb against my clit.

“Jesus, Janie,” he whispered as I pulled my bra down, exposing my breasts and playing with my nipples.

“The road,” I murmured, moaning as his fingers slipped inside, his thumb still working my clit.

“I can’t concentrate,” he groaned, turning his gaze half-back to the highway. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Don’t stop,” I begged, rocking against his hand, biting my lip. “Oh Josh, please, please, make me come.”

He sank his fingers into me, faster, harder, the wet sound of my pussy being fucked filling the car. I asked for more, more, and he fingered me, hammering my cunt until I wailed and careened against the seat, finally throwing my head back and howling as I came, knowing I was getting the leather upholstery soaked, saturating his hand with the sticky copious sap of my cunt. My pussy clamped down again and again as I keened and twisted, completely at the mercy of my climax, lost in the pure pleasure of my orgasm.

“Oh. My. God.” I opened my eyes, first seeing the sky, the color of gun metal, still raining down silver, and then catching the sight of the guy in the semi-truck driving next to us, staring down at me with wide eyes and a huge grin on his face. “Oh! God!”

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.

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