Letters to the Baumgartners by Selena Kitt

  • ISBN: 9781609825522
  • Written by: Selena Kitt


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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.

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, mmf sex, including mm and some anal sex.
Word Count: 51,098



Blackraven, Blackraven's Reviews, 5/5 Ravens! - Recommended Read!

"The Baumgartners’ series gets better and better with each story. ...believable, heartwarming characters that will at times make you weep for the grief they are experiencing, laugh for the joy that they embrace, and swoon during the sex scenes that are guaranteed to get you all hot and bothered in all the right places."

Isis, Sizzling Hot Books, 5/5 Hearts!

"... full of personal struggles, personal growth, and plenty of steamy sex scenes. So batten down the hatches and get ready for a thrilling ride..."

Carolina Fruitfly, Booked Up, 4/5 Stars!

"...hotness as only Selena Kitt can deliver. Nico and Mason both set out to win Dani's heart, and the scenes are scorching, sheet burning, have a man or a toy nearby hot."

Sam, Coffee Beans & Love Scenes, 4.5/5 Cups!

" emotional and heartfelt erotic romance story...a well written, highly erotic romance that I enjoyed reading."



“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 Café 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.

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This book was added to our catalog on Wednesday 07 September, 2011.

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