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Lost Souls by Selena Kitt

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 story was originally published in the anthology Back to the Garden
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Warning: This title contains stepfather-stepdaughter incest
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EXCERPT:

“Daddy, please,” she whispered, sinking to her knees and bowing her head. Her hair fell like a waterfall across her tear-stained face, hiding her, and she was grateful. “I know it was wrong. I will pray for my sins. I will repent, I will…” She took a quivery breath and felt his hand in her hair, lifting her chin.

“You will,” he confirmed, nodding. “Yes, you will. It’s the least you’ll do. But Lily, this is no small thing. This isn’t a hidden CD or candy bar or magazine.” He looked pointedly at her and she knew he remembered too, the last time she knelt here like this, years and years it had been. She’d been such a good girl—she tried so hard to please him, to meet his impossible standards.

“I know. I’m so sorry,” she pleaded, reaching her trembling hand out to him. He let her bury her face in his lap and he stroked her hair absently as he talked.

“No, Lily, I don’t think you do know. This night of all nights, you should have been surrounded by God’s children, praying, keeping your soul intact and pure. Evil forces have taken you over, child. I can feel them in you. I can see them in your eyes. You have been tempted and you have succumbed. You lied to me, Lily.” His voice shook and she sobbed harder in his lap. “You deceived me. You dressed yourself like a whore, a pagan slut, and went out among the wolves, as a sheep amongst the wolves. You brought home a boy and let his carnal lust overtake you. This is beyond sin, Lily. This is…” He paused, searching for a word that might encompass her actions, and finally settled on: “This is depravity.”

The weight of his words crushed her and she could barely breathe through her sobs. He sighed, his hand smoothing the hair away from her wet cheeks. He sounded truly sorry, even reluctant when he said, “It must be punished.”

She shook her head in his lap, but then she started to nod. “Yes, Daddy, yes, okay, yes.”

If this was her punishment then, the humiliation of being whipped like a willful child, so be it. Anything would be better than his words, his anger, and most of all, his disappointment and disillusionment.

He pulled her across his lap. It was a quick movement and she gasped out loud. She tried to balance herself across his long legs. She wasn’t a little girl anymore and his thighs dug into the soft flesh of her belly, her hands pressed the floor, attempting balance, her body steepled at a strange, arched angle, like an upside down “V,” with her bottom thrust up to create the apex.

He reached under her chin, pulling the tie on her red hooded cape, and tossed it off her to the floor. She hadn’t realized how much warmth the material had been providing, and the cool air on her body, across her back where her blouse was pulled up, and especially her not oft-exposed legs, was a sudden, shivery shock.

Adam’s hands pulled her skirt up higher. It had creeped down during her walk to the kitchen. She heard his sharp intake of breath and felt herself flush, remembering how sinful the panties she was wearing really were. She was mortified. He pushed her skirt up even higher, high around her waist now, and his hands seemed to linger over the scant material of her disgracefully sheer panties. Her body tensed, waiting.

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Daddy’s Favorites: Darla by Selena Kitt

Selena Kitt’s *Daddy’s Favorites*—where naughty thoughts and wicked temptations bring the taboo daddy-daughter fantasy to life.

Sheltered Darla never knew her real father and now her stepfather has a whole new life and family she only feels peripherally a part of. When her stepfather asks her to babysit for her younger stepsister, Darla takes the opportunity to ask her daddy to prove his love for her in a way so illicit and wicked it shocks them both—but leaves them craving more.

Selena Kitt Single
Short Story—Big Bang!
(approx 5,100 words)

Warning: This title contains shamelessly wicked displays of pseudo-incest between stepfather and stepdaughter so hot—careful!—it may just melt your Kindle!

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She piled her hair up on top of her head, admiring herself. The dress was too long and the front simply hung on her—her nascent breasts did nothing to fill it. When she turned, she giggled, seeing the crack of her butt appearing above the back of the dress. It shimmered deliciously when she moved.

She danced, sylphlike, her reedy arms stretched above her head, swaying willowy, back and forth, pursing her lips, widening her eyes at the mirror. Irene had hundreds of these dresses and she wore them out every weekend. Darla felt suddenly very jealous. Her daddy, who she now only saw a few times a month at the most, spent hours with the woman who filled these dresses. Who filled this dress.

What’s he ever given me? Darla fingered the heart-shaped locket she’d had since she was little, the one thing her adopted father had left behind. She sometimes imagined she had captured his real heart in it, keeping it like a secret from anyone else. Closing her eyes, she began to dance again, holding her father’s heart in her hand.

What would it be like, she wondered, to have a man hold you, press you against him, kiss you? She closed her eyes and imagined dancing with a boy—no, a man. She found it was her daddy she was imagining, his large, strong hands guiding her, his eyes bright and full of love as he looked down at her. She was so lost in the fantasy she could even smell his aftershave.

“Kiss me, Daddy,” she murmured, her eyes still closed, tilting her head up like she saw in all the movies.

“Darla.” The sound of her name made her whirl around and stumble over her discarded clothes. She landed bone-jarringly hard on her bottom and she whimpered, leaning back on her elbows. Her father stood in the doorway, his large frame filling it completely. She felt her whole body flush with embarrassment.

Oh no, oh god, this can’t be happening.

They didn’t say anything for a moment and Darla found herself trembling. He cleared his throat. “Why don’t you get your own clothes back on, sweetheart? I have to take you back to your mother’s tonight.”

She forgot what she was wearing, what she had been caught doing, she forgot everything at those words. “But… I thought I was going to stay here tonight, Daddy! You said…we were going to go to the movies tomorrow!” She struggled to contain her tears and lost, but at least she did it silently. She swallowed around the hard lump in her throat.

“I know, honey, but Irene isn’t feeling well. She’s downstairs lying on the couch. I’m glad she didn’t come up here first,” he chuckled. “I’ll make it up to you, angel. I promise.”

She nodded, looking down at his shoes, his dress shoes. They had gone to a play tonight. Taming of the Shrew. She didn’t want him to see that she was crying.

“I’ll get dressed,” she said, wanting him to go before she really started sobbing. “Be down in a minute.”

“Ok…and Darla, honey…don’t forget your panties.” He turned around, his voice sounding strained.

She snapped her slim thighs closed, her face burning. She had forgotten entirely that she wasn’t wearing any.

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Sibling Lust: In the Barn by Selena Kitt

Selena Kitt’s *Sibling Lust*—where naughty thoughts and wicked temptations bring the taboo sibling fantasy to life.

The temptations of the flesh prove too much for devoutly Amish Sarah, and to make matters worse, the devil has come in the form of her own adopted brother, Eli. When she discovers him doing something strangely exciting in the barn, Sarah can’t help letting her hair down, in more ways than one, and together the siblings give rise to a new definition of sin.

Selena Kitt Single
Short Story—Big Bang!
(approx 2,500 words)

Warning: This title contains shameless displays of pseudo-incest between stepsiblings so sinfully-hot it could send them to hell for eternity—but it would be worth it!

Excerpt:
“I saw you.” I admitted it, feeling the heat move into my cheeks. He flushed, too. “Eli, it was so wonderful!”

“Sarah, I’m sorry.” His eyes dropped to the hay. “It is a sin. I shouldn’t. I need to stop. I know you’ll have to tell Ma…or Da.”

“No.” I swallowed hard at the thought and cradled his hand against my cheek. “I don’t want to tell.”

“But…”

“Something that feels so good can’t be a sin,” I insisted, half sitting now, back on my elbows. “It can’t possibly. I just…I understand now. Why you keep doing it, how the whole world opens up for a moment and you feel like you’re dying, or flying. I felt like I could touch God himself.”

He was staring at me, wide-eyed. “How long were you watching?”

“I’ve watched lots of times.” I lifted my chin, defiant, in spite of my flushed cheeks. “I touch myself too.”

Eli gaped. “Where?”

I hesitated before slowly placing a hand between my legs, over my long skirts. “Here.”

Puzzled, he frowned. “But you don’t have…”

“I know.” I shrugged. “But it feels good, all the same.”

His eyes brightened, still focused between my legs. My hand still rested there. “Will you… show me?”

Stunned, I stared at him for a moment, unable to breathe. The sort of sin I’d committed so far was nothing compared to what he was asking. Only babies were allowed to be naked in front of others. I looked into his eyes, saw the eagerness, the hunger there, the longing I felt too, and slowly I started to lift my skirt. His gaze followed its path, up my knee-sock covered calves, and then my bare knees. He gasped when he saw those, his eyes following the path of my skirt up my bare thighs until I had it pulled up to my waist.

Then I pressed my hand between my legs, over the heated, damp mound there, and began to rub myself. He watched, fascinated, his breath coming almost as fast as mine.

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Sibling Lust: On the Bus by Selena Kitt

Selena Kitt’s *Sibling Lust*—where naughty thoughts and wicked temptations bring taboo fantasy to life.

Two stepsiblings on a cross-country trek to California find more stimulation than just the scenery! Emily is getting tired of listening to Danny practice trivia for his Jeopardy try-outs, and both of them are anxious about meeting Danny’s dad again after years of separation, but neither sibling could have predicted that a journey of forbidden sexual exploration would begin for them together on the bus.

Selena Kitt Single
Short Story—Big Bang!
(approx 3,500 words)

Warning: This title contains shameless displays of pseudo-incest between step-siblings so scandalously hot it could get them arrested for starting a fire on a crowded bus!

Excerpt:

“Emy…” It was a whisper, his pet name for her, leftover from when he couldn’t quite say his L’s.

In her sleep, she shifted, the Birkenstocks she had worn in honor of their California trip left somewhere on the floor, her long skirt riding up her thighs as she snuggled closer to him in the dark.

“Oh, god, Emy…” His breath in her ear made her shiver, and she came out of her dream in a haze, finding herself curled around her brother, her breasts pressed against his side, her thighs over his.

“Danny?” she whispered, realizing she was practically sitting in his lap. His hand was resting on her knee, his other arm holding her close. He didn’t answer her, and she gazed at his sleeping face, knowing he must be dreaming.

She kissed his cheek, smiling, wondering what he was dreaming about. His expression was almost pained in the dim light, and he whispered her name again, shifting and pressing his hips up in his sleep. That’s when she knew. He couldn’t hide anything in the sweats he had worn for the long trip. When she felt his erection against her bare thigh, she gasped softly, her eyes widening.

Emily flushed, moving slowly, trying to disentangle herself from him in the dark. He instinctively held onto her tighter, his hand sliding further up her leg, gripping her thigh. Her heart raced, and she didn’t want to admit it, but there was a slow heat growing between her legs where the edge of his hand was resting. His face was buried in her hair now, his breath hot against her ear, making that thick pulse between her thighs even more insistent.

“You’re so beautiful, Emy,” he whispered, his lips moving over her cheek, and now the hand between her legs moved too, fingers moving lightly over the damp crotch of her panties.

“Danny,” she whispered again, and for the second time today, words that should have been an admonishment came out as something else. It sounded like a plea. Oh my god, what is he doing?

She shifted, trying to get away or get closer, she wasn’t sure which, and he pulled her fully into his lap, settling her bottom against the saddle of his hips. She could feel his erection—my god, he felt huge, like steel heat against her behind. He cradled her like that, kissing her neck as his fingers edged aside the elastic edge of her panties.

“We… Danny, we…” Her whispered words were lost as his lips found hers. This was no brotherly kiss. His mouth was hot, slanting across hers, his tongue probing gently, like his fingers between her legs.

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Sibling Lust: In the Fold by Selena Kitt

Selena Kitt’s *Sibling Lust*—where naughty thoughts and wicked temptations bring the sibling taboo fantasy to life.

Stepsisters Rachel and Abby belong to a closed religious sect called The Hands of God. By day, they’re both innocent and pious, following Daddy Zeke’s orders—but by night, these two sensual, wanton sisters share the same bed, breaking their spiritual covenant but creating bonds stronger than any man or God could tear asunder.

Selena Kitt Single
Short Story—Big Bang!
(approx 3,500 words)

Warning: This title contains shameless displays of pseudo-incest between stepsisters so brimstone-hot it could send them to hell for eternity—but it would be worth it!

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Excerpt:

“I wanted to touch his hair,” I whispered and Abby giggled.

“I wanted to touch more than that,” she said, putting her hand on my hip and pulling my belly fully against hers.

“Abby!” I was aghast. “He’s our half-brother!” Although, technically by blood, he was really only mine. We never thought of each other as anything but sisters.

She giggled again. “Well, I didn’t know he was our brother when I was thinking about it.”

“Well… you’re my sister.” I could feel her breasts pressed against mine now, mirrors of my own, small and pointed and pink-tipped.

“That’s different,” she whispered, stroking my cheek, brushing my hair out of my eyes. It was only at night that we could let our hair free. We should have braided it, as neither of us had ever cut our hair and it hung past our bottoms. We often woke in a tangled blonde mess in the morning.

“Why?” I asked, feeling her thighs against mine, the familiar ache between my legs.

“We’re girls, silly.” She tilted my chin up and kissed me. She tasted like apples, clean and sweet and delicious. Her tongue found mine and I moaned softly, reaching between my legs and cupping my mound, as if I could stop the ache there, although really I had discovered only one thing that could.

Abby took my hand and placed it between her legs and I rubbed her through her long white nightgown, little electric jolts running through my body from every contact point with hers—her hand on my breast, her tongue and lips against mine, her other hand pulling my nightgown up and stroking my thigh.

She rolled on top of me then, straddling me and lifting her nightgown up over her head, tossing it to the floor. Her hands edged mine up too, the material rubbing across my nipples, making me shudder. Then her mouth was there, sucking and licking at them, and I could feel the heat of her wetness as she rocked her mound against mine. It was always such a delicious tease, her lips rubbing against mine like that. It made me moan and whimper.

“Shhhh,” Abby urged, kissing her way down my belly. “Don’t wake Daddy Zeke.”

“Ohhh!”My voice was barely a whisper as I spread my thighs for her, feeling her parting my lips with her fingers, her tongue searching and finding that tender, swollen bud at the top of my cleft.

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Girls Only: New Year’s Resolution by Selena Kitt

Selena Kitt’s *Girls Only*—where the girls get naughty together, but it feels oh, so good!

Tina’s New Year’s resolution brings out the explorer in her partner, Beth, and the two women go on a mission to find the perfect new toy for their sexual adventures.

Selena Kitt Single
Short Story—Big Bang!
(approx 3,500 words)

Warning: This title contains hot panty-melting girl-on-girl action!

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Excerpt:

“Like it?” Tina’s voice was husky as she met Beth’s eyes in the mirror. Beth just nodded, swallowing hard as Tina pulled her t-shirt off, so that she was completely naked except for the strap-on and mesh panties. “How about now?”

“Fuck, baby!” Beth breathed, her hand pressing between her legs over the crotch of her jeans.

“Yeah.” Tina’s hips swayed as she came forward, pressing the black cock to Beth’s lips. “I am… I’m gonna fuck you so good and hard…”

Beth groaned, licking and sucking the head of the dildo, her eyes on her girlfriend’s face.

Tina smiled. “Play with yourself, baby. I want to watch.”

Beth unsnapped and unzipped, wiggling her jeans and panties down her hips to her knees. Her pussy—just as smooth and soft as Tina’s; they shaved each other every other day—was soaking wet and her fingers sank easily into her flesh.

“Think this thing has batteries?” Tina mused, searching for and finding the “on” switch. The vibrating egg between her legs began to hum and she gasped, her eyes half-closing in pleasure. “Ohhh yes… batteries included… thank god!”

Beth groaned around the shaft of the dildo as Tina’s hips rocked, pressing the head of the cock deeper into her throat. Her clit was throbbing and she rubbed it in fast circles as Tina fucked her mouth.

“That feels so gooooood, baby,” Tina moaned, rolling her hips as she pressed forward. Beth knew that the vibrating egg was rubbing right against the blonde’s clit through the disposable panties, and that the harder she pressed, the better it felt. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you with this big cock…”

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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.

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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“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.

Floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall shelving… just for a book collection.

Someone needs to buy this gentleman an ereader.

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!

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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.

What’s your life like?

Selena: Well, when I’m not pawing away at my keyboard, I worship my devoted husband, corral four kids (with another on the way) and almost a dozen chickens, all while growing an organic garden on about six acres of land. I also enjoy bellydancing, photography and taking long, lazy cat naps in the middle of the afternoon.

At what age did you discover writing and when were you first published? Tell us about your “call to writing” story…

Selena: I was first published by the now defunct Stardust Press. I had no real interest in e-publishing at the time, but someone sent me a contest they were running, and being the competitive type (I think they call it “A” I entered. I didn’t win the cash, which is what I was hoping for. Instead I won a publishing contract… and so I was plunged into the seedy world of e-publishing, tell-all memoir soon to follow. Okay, I’m kidding. Except about the contest and getting publishing part.

As for my “call story.” Interesting term! And quite apropo, I suppose. Writers always say they’ve been writing since they could hold a pencil—or a crayon. Me, too. *shrug* You’d think, as writers, we’d make up some great story about how we discovered our art, right? Because that’s what we do. We tell stories. We make stuff up. So I should tell you I was backpacking in the Himilayas on a break from my college courses when I visited a Tibetan monestary and had an epiphanic spiritual awakening wherein I was charged by the divine to go back to the States and write porn… ha. But that would make me more James Frey than…than…oh, hell. Somebody the opposite of James Frey. So I’ll just be boring and tell you I’m just like all the other writers out there. I write because I have to, because I’m called to. Indeed.

How do you describe your writing in three words?

Selena: Poignant. Intelligent. Hot. (I bet everyone says hot!

How do you approach your writing? Do you plot or go with the flow?

Selena: To quote Vivienne in Pretty Woman: “I’m actually no, I’m not a planner. I wouldn’t say I’m a planner. I would say I’m a kinda fly by the seat of my pants gal. You know moment to moment, yeah that’s me, that’s…yeah…”

Do you have a favorite character or one that you identify most with?

Selena: No. Can I skip this question? Oops, just did…

If there was one place in the world you could visit where would it be and why?

Selena:Alaska. I’d actually love to live there one day. I had a good friend who lived there (he was a wildlife photographer) and he loved it.

Would you or have you based a book on this place?

Selena: I’ve considered it. Alaska men are… yum! Plus, who could forget Chris from Northern Exposure? Oh my. It would be fun to write an Alaska romance. Love on the tundra!

What gives you inspiration when you write?

Selena: I can’t ever force a story. That never works out well. Inspiration comes when it comes. There’s something to that idea of a “muse.” Mine is a tattooed, pierced hunk with a shaved head who comes to visit and brings ideas with him! Ha, just kidding. I wish! To a great extent, writing is a mystery to me, and so is inspiration. I know I need to write something when it stays with me. I don’t keep a “writer’s notebook” by my bed to write down ideas. I know that if I need to write it, it will keep coming back until I do!

Where do your ideas come from?

Selena: The planet Neptune. Don’t yours? Just kidding! My ideas come from a million different places, like any writers. Life experiences, situations, snippets of conversations, dreams. I never know where an idea is going to come from, but I always know when it’s one I need to follow if it keeps recurring. If it disappears, it wasn’t a “good” idea, for me. But if it keeps coming back, I know I have to write it. I don’t keep a notebook of ideas, like a lot of writers, for that reason. I know that if I need to write about it, it’s going to come back to me eventually, and I’ll end up putting it down on the page.

How many readers/fans contact you?

Selena: I have over 1200 readers subscribed to my Yahoo group and I get fan mail daily. I thoroughly enjoy hearing from readers and other aspiring writers and always (at least so far!) try to respond to every email personally.

Do your fans’ comments and letters influence you in any way?

Selena: Of course they do! Readers have their fingers on the pulse of my writing, and they are the ones who give me the best feedback… Did it work? Did it elicit the response I wanted? Did it move them, touch them, give them chills, made them cry or laugh out loud? It’s all great information, and I take it all in stride.

Do you have a favorite comment or question from a reader?

Selena: This one came anonymously about my story, Connections, that was nominated for the 2006 Rauxa Prize (I was one of three runners-up, out of over 1,000 nominations!) I really cherish this comment: “This story is touching and compelling, regardless of the erotic component. This is literature that happens to have an eroticism. A truly excellent story.”

How much of your personality and life experiences are in your writing?

Selena: There’s a part of me in every character I write (even the villains!) but none of them are completely autobiographical, and I’m sure that’s the case for most writers. You can’t help putting something of yourself into your characters, but only the people closest to me would really be able to pick out the true pieces of “me” in every character I write about.

Do you find sex scenes difficult to write?

Selena: For me, the sex scenes are the easiest to write! The passion and connection that builds between two characters and culminates in a love scene is the very best part of writing erotic romances. It never gets boring or mundane for me, because every character is unique, and their reactions are never the same. I find it fascinating to explore the different facets of sexuality and human response with the characters that happen to grace me with their presence through my work.

What kind of research do you do?

Selena: I have a confession to make… I hate research. I’ll do it if I have to, but in those cases, Wikipedia is my best friend! I have a lot of general base knowledge, which is helpful, and don’t have to do a lot of research for most of what I write. It’s one of the reasons I like reading historical fiction, but I don’t like writing it—all the danged research!

Can you tell me about your publishing company? What makes it different from other publishers? Why did you set it up?

Selena: eXcessica is a publisher… but we’re not a traditional publisher, who collects money from an author’s work to cover costs and make a profit (generally called a “royalty,”) nor are we a “self/vanity” publisher who collects money from the author him/herself to publish their work. Instead, we’re a partnership of authors who have come together to work in symbiosis to benefit everyone within the cooperative.

eXcessica was my little brainchild, just an idea I had to bring authors together who might not have a chance at publishing with the other houses—not because their writing wasn’t good enough, but because their subject matter was too “taboo” for companies who relied on reputation and a bottom line in order to make money.

With eXcessica, I wanted to create a publishing cooperative, rather than a company that was out to make a profit. I didn’t want to make money on other authors’ work—just my own! And as an editor, I’ve always had an interest in furthering the works of other talent. It just seemed like the natural progression, to allow each author to become his/her own publisher within the protection and to the advantage of a larger whole. At eXcessica, working together as a group benefits everyone.

And because eXcessica is a partnership, each member reaps all the benefits—the name, the marketing and production—without all the strings attached. Peer editing, cover art, production, it’s all done within the partnership, each person volunteering to do something at which they are skilled.

I’ve heard comments like, “I don’t get it. Why would they publish something if they’re not making money off of it?” I suppose that’s the typical capitalist view, and we’re a rather socialist experiment in that regard. We’ll see if it pays off. So far, it’s been more lucrative for myself and many of eXcessica’s authors than, I think, any of us could have imagined.

What does your significant other think of your writing?

Selena: My husband is the most supportive man in the world and my biggest fan. He thinks I’m the best thing that happened to writing since sliced bread, which is wonderful for my ego, I admit.

Do you ever ask him for advice?

Selena: He’s not only my biggest fan—he’s also my best critic. I’ve rarely met a person so able to pinpoint the very thing missing or wrong or just slightly “off” in a story. He gets personal readings, daily, of what I write. We both enjoy that part of our day!

Who, if anyone, has influenced your writing?

Selena: Strangely—Stephen King. There’s a description in Stephen King’s book, On Writing, is the closest I’ve ever come to describing the way that I write. He says that he doesn’t so much write a story as uncover it. That’s always been my experience as well. I’m not a planner or an outliner. I don’t create stories—I unearth them. Most of the time, when I write, I feel as if I’m an archeologist, clearing away the debris to discover the treasure underneath. I find out where the story is going in the same way my readers do, by following my characters to the end.

If you weren’t writing, what would you be doing?

Selena: Delivering babies as a midwife. I may still do it, some day. Right now, my children are too young for me to live a life “on-call.” I can write in my own time, on my own schedule, and that works well for me right now.

Are there any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?

Selena: Write. Keep writing. Pay attention to feedback, the good and the bad. Especially the bad. Don’t stop writing. Even when you feel like what you’re writing sucks, don’t stop writing. It’s like practicing any instrument, you need to keep doing it to get better. Read other writers that you admire. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and if you need to write like your “favorite writer” until you find your own style, that’s okay, too. Your own voice will eventually emerge. Just keep writing. The poet, William Stafford, once said in an interview that he wrote a poem every single day of his life. “But how do you manage to do that? I could never write a poem a day!” the interviewer said in awe. Stafford looked at him and replied, “Lower your standards.” You don’t have to write perfectly… you just have to keep writing. Perfecting your writing happens during the editing process. The actual writing process is more like dancing or singing or painting or playing the guitar… you just keep doing it until it becomes effortless, like second nature to you. Then you won’t have to think about it anymore, you’ll just do it, and you’ll want to keep doing it. That’s when you’ll know you’re really “a writer.”

Fill in the blank favorites:

Dessert: Elias Brother’s Hot Fudge Ice Cream Cake—ah, childhood memories!

City: I hate cities… too dirty and crowded. I’d rather be in the middle of nowhere than in the city…

Season: Autumn… cool weather, the changing fall colors, cider and donuts and hayrides…

Type of hero: Alpha males… love a man with a dominant streak…

Type of heroine: Feisty, but with a desire to surrender underneath that attitude…

What has been the highlight of your career to this point?

Selena: Well, the yellow ones are just so un-original… I do like the pink and neon green ones, though. Okay, okay… seriously? Let’s see…oh, I know! I was recently listed #5 on the Fictionwise Bestselling Author list. Not just in erotica, but on the entire site. I was actually sandwiched between Nora Roberts and Stephen King there for a minute (a stranger threesome you’ll never see!) That was kinda neat. NYT Bestseller List, here I come? *snerk*

What’s next for you?

Selena: Well, I’ve got about five loads of laundry to fold, and I’m probably going to turn on Pride and Prejudice for the 100th time while I do it…because who can ever get enough of that Mr. Darcy? Ohhhh you mean, like, writing-wise? I’ve got lots to finish (just see the coming soon section on eXcessica!) And when all that’s done… who knows?

What question would you love to answer that I didn’t ask?

Selena: I don’t know… but the answer is “a chicken, two crayons, a Slim-Jim and fifteen light bulbs,” whatever it was!

Selena Kitt

Erotic Fiction You Won’t Forget

www.selenakitt.com

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