Save 35% off the list price by buying ALL THREE TEMPTATION CONFESSION GRACE "It's a bit like Flowers in the Attic meets American Horror Story: Asylum meets Eyes Wide Shut meets Peyton Place and Mad Men." This edgy, page-turning saga isn't just a trilogy, it's an enthralling reading experience, a non-stop roller coaster ride of emotion that will keep you on the edge of your seat, giving you cliffhanger after cliffhanger until the final, jaw-dropping climax. You will be on pins and needles as Selena Kitt plays cat and mouse with you, the reader. You'll find yourself asking-am I reading a romance? A coming-of-age tale of sexual awakening in the Puritanical, repressed late 1950's? A commentary on the power and corruption in the Catholic Church? Yes, yes, and yes The mystery and secrets revealed in this new Selena Kitt Classic will have you praying for forgiveness before it's all over, but in the end, will restore your faith in the triumph of the human spirit and the overwhelming power of love.

Danielle Stuart is spending a year abroad studying in Venice, but while she loves the romance of the language and the beauty of country, she finds herself more and more confused by her growing feelings for a gondolier named Nico and her now ex-husband, Mason, who has shown up on her doorstep looking to reconcile. Desperate Dani writes to the Baumgartners in hopes her former lovers might help her clarify her muddled emotions. Finding herself torn between the two men, she reveals her dizzying dilemma, only to discover, thanks to the Baumgartner's insight and her own sense of sexual discovery, that she may not have to choose after all. ----- WARNING: This title contains graphic language and mmf sex, including m/m and some anal sex. ----- EXCERPT: "Not here," I whispered as Nico kissed me into a narrow alleyway, the cool brick biting my back, pressed hard against the wall. "Yes here," he insisted, and I cursed myself for wearing a skirt to school. March was flirting with April and the weather had been sunny and bordering on warm all day, prompting my choice of outfit. "No, no," I protested, but telling him no was impossible. He took when he wanted, when he wanted. I couldn't deny him, and even as my mind forbid him, my body responded, my hips thrusting to meet the hard press of his cock through his trousers, my mouth opening under his. "I can't wait," he murmured, his hand cupping my mound through my skirt. "I've been thinking about you all day. My cock has been hard for hours." "We could get caught," I whispered, eyes closed with pleasure as he rocked the heel of his palm against my pussy. It was still daylight and anyone passing by the alleyway could see us. "Arrested. What would your mother say?" "I don't care," he growled, yanking my skirt up to my waist, exposing the black flash of my panties underneath. "Nico " I gasped when he went to his knees, unmindful of the suit he was wearing, burying his face between my legs. The truth was, I was already soaking wet-I'd been thinking about him all day too, about our date and where we would go to ease this ache. I had to sneak him into my flat past Caro Lucia. His mother guarded his place like Fort Knox. We had found places of course, the darkness our accomplice. We had christened the restroom at the Mood Cafe twice, once in the men's room, the second time in the women's. We'd made love in the gondola in the dark several times, tied to a post, nearly tipping it over once in a narrow canal with our fervor. We'd even done it like this, in dark alleys, cul-de-sacs, entryways to empty buildings. But we'd never dared to do it like this, in the daylight, in plain sight. I usually felt like a naughty teenager, sneaking around and hiding our lust, but this was beyond daring-it was dangerous. I loved it. "Lick it," I begged, sliding my leg up over his shoulder to give him better access. He nudged my panties aside and did just as he was told, his mouth working sweet, hot magic between my legs. My clit throbbed against his tongue, my nipples hardening under my blouse. I rubbed my own breasts, grazing them with my nails through the material, sending hot tingles down between my thighs.

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... -------------- Warning: This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, sex, and a sex toy and masturbation scene that you have to read to believe -------------- IF YOU LIKED BAUMGARTNER GENERATIONS: HENRY, you may want to have more fun with this family A Baumgartner Christmas by Selena Kitt The Baumgartners Plus One by Selena Kitt Babysitting the Baumgartners by Selena Kitt A Baumgartner Reunion by Selena Kitt Baumgartner Generations: Janie by Selena Kitt Letters to the Baumgartners Meet the Baumgartners by Selena Kitt ----------------- EXCERPT: "Toni," he whispered, nudging her with his knee. "Shhh." Her hand pressed against his thigh, squeezing. "Watch the movie." He tried. He really did. But she didn't move her hand away. Instead she began inching it slowly upward and he held his breath, his eyes half-closed and glazed over. He didn't know how long it took for her to reach his crotch. Half an hour? An hour? It was an agonizingly slow progression, but he didn't dare move. On the screen, Brando and the girl had found a myriad of ways to have sex, only making things worse off-screen. Henry was so turned on he thought he just might come in his pants when he felt her long, red fingernails graze over his erection through his jeans. When he pressed his hips up toward her hand, he heard her swallow, her palm resting now against his zipper. Her face was turned toward the screen, as if the movie and whatever Brando was doing with a stick of butter was the most interesting thing she'd ever seen, but she was exploring the outline of his cock with her fingers in the dark. He wanted to touch her, too, but he didn't want to break the spell they were under, was too afraid she would stop, say no. He let out a soft cry when she rubbed her thumb over the head of his dick through the denim. She shifted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, and he could hear her breath coming faster, almost as fast as his. He let his knees fall further open, feeling her thigh brush his. Her sweet, bare leg. He glanced down and saw that her skirt was up, far up over her knees, up the long, slim expanse of her thigh. She was too sexy for words. His eyes searched for her hemline, but it just kept going up and up, the folds of her skirt finally tucked into the V of her crotch. It was then that he realized where her other hand was. The thought of her touching herself, right there next to him in the dark, made his cock swell in response. He slowly covered her hand, the one cupping his erection, with his own. She whimpered when he did that and he saw her close her eyes as he rocked up against her, with her. Then she searched for and found his zipper. She inched it down, not even unsnapping his jeans, just sliding her hand into the opening to feel him through his boxers.

Sheltered Persephone, Goddess of Spring, never gets to do anything- thanks to the suffocating love of her mother, Demeter. Sephie is being carefully groomed to follow in the footsteps of the two "virgin" goddesses, Athena and Artemis, and while they sure do have a lot of fun together, she longs for something deeper-and darker. When Aidon, the God of the Underworld-generally known as Hades-appears in his chariot to claim Persephone for his bride, the young goddess gets more than she wished for. Held captive in the Underworld, she suddenly longs to return to the safety and security of her mother's protection, but the dark and commanding Aidon binds her to him, claiming her bit by glorious bit as his own. Her coming of age is one of sexual awakening as she learns the bondage her new master imposes fulfills her darkest desires. Persephone finds herself submitting to and obeying Aidon's command and discovers being taken and consumed in the heat of passion by a man-a god-is what she was truly made for. Persephone can't deny her own nature, or her growing feelings for Aidon, as she submits to his domination and surrenders as his wife and prepares to rule as his Queen. As she finally admits her own feelings, Persephone faces the looming specter of her history, which threatens to shatter the newly formed bonds between the couple. She must now face not only her past, but her present, and her future-no longer only the Goddess of Spring, but also as the wife of Aidon and Queen of the Underworld-and the choices she will be forced to make will change the world forever. ------- Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, lesbian (FFF) sex, bondage, spanking, branding and a multitude of drama and romance between the Queen of the Underworld and the god of her dreams. ------- EXCERPT: "You taste like liquid sunshine." She giggled and blushed. He kissed her again, his tongue pressing between her lips, tasting her more deeply. Persephone pushed against his chest with her hands, fighting his passion, but it was a useless gesture. He slid his leg over hers, the weight of him crushing her. "No " She turned her head and gasped for breath, twisting beneath him. Her refusal made him rougher and he took her wrists in his hand, lifting them above her head as he sucked at the tender flesh of her throat. She felt the hard heat of his manhood against the soft flesh of her thigh and she shuddered, struggling for her freedom. She willed herself to hold still while he tongued his way to her breasts. His mouth covered her delicate pink nipple, sucking hard. She arched her back, moaning, and she felt him smile. He let her wrists go so he could fill his hands with her breasts, kneading them, pressing them together. Persephone held her breath, her eyes scanning the perimeter of the darkened room, looking for the hint of a door. She glimpsed a large bowl brimming with fruit on a table next to the bed. His tongue traced circles down her belly and she opened her legs for him. He looked up at her in wonder, and she smiled. Grabbing her hips, he breathed in the scent of her before leaning in to taste the sweet nectar flowing between her legs. Persephone whimpered, ignoring the thought that she didn't want this. With his tongue moving there, she forgot everything. When his finger found the entrance to her heaven, she remembered, and found her strength. Persephone's legs had all her leverage and she used them, planting her heels against his shoulders and pushing hard. She didn't succeed in moving him, but her body launched upwards on the bed. Rolling to the side, she bolted in the direction where Hypnos had disappeared. She heard him behind her as the handle slid in her hand. Locked She turned, breathless, frantically searching for another exit. Then Aidon was upon her, his eyes blazing the color of fire. He caught her arm, twisting it behind her and pressing her hard against the door. "Don't move "

Janie has moved 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 runs into an agent one morning who sees great potential in her-and not just as an author. 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 erotic situations, graphic language, a menage a trois (MFF threesome), lesbian sex and a hookup turned romance that will curl your toes -------------- IF YOU LIKED BAUMGARTNER GENERATIONS: JANIE, you may want to have more fun with this family A Baumgartner Christmas The Baumgartners Plus One Babysitting the Baumgartners A Baumgartner Reunion Meet the Baumgartners Baumgartner Generations: Henry Letters to the Baumgartners ----------------- EXCERPT: "Would it be wrong to tell you how much I want to kiss you?" His eyes were silver in the moonlight, his breath full of sake. "No," I whispered, putting my arms around his neck. "It would be really wrong not to do it, though." "You think?" His lips met mine before I could think of a response, before I could think at all. He tasted like sake, too, but so did I. I wasn't sure it was the sake, though, that was sending the fire flowing through my veins as we kissed. I slipped a hand through his hair, all those dark curls, as his mouth slanted across mine and our tongues began to explore. I forgot where we were, I forgot everything but the feel of his body against mine, my breasts pressed against his chest as he pulled me in closer. "Janie, I want you," he whispered, kissing my neck, enveloping me in his arms. I could feel that-his cock hard through his trousers, pressed against my belly. "Would it be wrong to take you home with me tonight?" I shivered as he lavished kisses over my neck and shoulders, his breath hot, coming almost as fast as mine. I wanted to answer him, to tell him yes, but I was too afraid. What would happen then, I wondered? What would it be like, waking up with Josh but having to face Catherine in the morning? How was this going to work? "Josh," I murmured as his hands moved down my back, cupping my ass, squeezing gently as his tongue made little circles over my collarbone. God, if he kept that up, I was going to be inviting him back to my place, and I didn't even want to think about the consequences of that, what Ronnie and TJ would say. "You feel so good," he groaned, and before I knew it, we were kissing on a park bench, Josh pulling me into his lap. My dress was too tight to allow me to straddle him properly, so he pushed it up and grabbed my hips, crushing the red silk of my panties directly against the heat of his erection. I could feel it through his trousers, riding up and down as we rocked together. "Oh god," I moaned softly when he broke off to stroke my breasts through my dress, kissing the swell of my cleavage. I could see the hunger in his eyes when he looked up at me in the glow of a street light. "Please, Josh..." He slipped a hand behind my neck, pulling my mouth down to his, kissing me breathless. When I slid my hand between us to feel the length of his cock through the thin material, he groaned...