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Blind Date

Blind Date

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by Selena Kitt

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In her attempt to escape her sisters' Valentine matchmaking, Annie meets the enigmatic Eric, who she realizes could finally be the man of her dreams. In spite of, or maybe because of, Eric's cryptic words and puzzling behavior, she finds herself immediately intrigued and drawn to him like no other man she's ever met. One night in Annie's sister's kitchen seals their


In her attempt to escape her sisters' Valentine matchmaking, Annie meets the enigmatic Eric, who she realizes could finally be the man of her dreams. In spite of, or maybe because of, Eric's cryptic words and puzzling behavior, she finds herself immediately intrigued and drawn to him like no other man she's ever met. One night in Annie's sister's kitchen seals their fate, as the two lovers discover and explore the instant spark of heat between them. Their evening comes to an abrupt end when the mysterious Eric disappears into the night, and Annie realizes she doesn't know his last name! How is she to find him?

After months of fruitless searching, Annie finally gets a dubious break when she meets Eric's eccentric mother. Dita sends Annie on a journey deep into the unknown, through an ever-twisting labyrinth of frustrating dead-ends and seemingly strange, pointless missions. Annie's life is turned upside down as she searches for the one man who can make her life feel complete.

Told in the spirit of magical realism, this modern day adaptation of the Greek myth of Eros and Psyche takes Annie on each of Psyche's tasks in her quest for her lost love. Each task brings her closer to him and to realizations about herself. Will Annie find Eric and reveal to him the secret she's been keeping, even from her sisters?

Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, graphic language, and sex - a fun, modern day magical-realism retelling of the Psyche and Eros myth that will leave you mythtified yet satisfied.


"Can we stop talking?" she whispered, leaning back and turning her face so her cheek rested against his. "I don't remember ever feeling this good."

"Do you want to just see what happens?" he asked, his fingers trailing down her chin, her throat.

"No. I want to be what happens."

His mouth found hers in the darkness, a slow journey from a mislaid kiss against her ear, a wet trail over her cheek leading to her open and anticipating lips. He kissed her like she was a secret he was keeping-something precious and tender and worth protecting.
Annie hesitated, waiting for him to stop her as her hand curled back to touch his cheek, expecting to find thick scars or warped flesh, but to her surprise, his skin was smooth and unmarred. She slithered her arm around his neck, slanting her mouth across his and teasing his lips with her tongue.

His fingers fumbled with her buttons and she helped him, exposing her skin to the cool kitchen air. Kitchens were always so damned cold when there was no cooking going on. She suspected it was the tile, but regardless, her nipples responded immediately to the temperature change. The angle of the kiss was awkward, but she was afraid to move and break their connection. His hand drifted over the soft material of her bra, and she was glad she had worn something with a definite texture, silky and light.

Annie believed she heard voices coming closer to the door and she pulled quickly away, listening intently. The conversation was muffled and unintelligible, but after a few moments, she clearly heard her sister say, "In the kitchen." She looked at Eric, trying to keep her breath from being fast and audible. "Maybe we should go somewhere?" she whispered, ducking her head and moving to her hands and knees to crawl out from under the table. He grabbed her hips and she gasped, looking back at him as he held fast.

"No, we can stay here," he insisted, sliding his hands up her bare thighs.

"Are you sure?"

"Live dangerously." His hands roamed over ass as he lifted her skirt. "What color are these panties?" He probed her crevice through the thin material and she wiggled and sighed, arching her back.

"Black," she whispered as he pushed her panties aside.

Editorial Reviews

Kylie .
Ms. Kitt's creativity and detail orientation are seen through the book including the sex. Eric and Annie's chemistry makes for some very hot sex that leaps off the page. Rather than being a purely physical encounter, there is an underling connection between these two that makes not just the sex but every aspect of their relationship more intense… Join Annie on her quest to find love, herself, and the mysteries of the Greeks.

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Annie found herself playing a game she hadn't even thought about since she was twelve years old and Robbie McCormick cut his lip on her braces. Her image of some benign affair, where everyone stood around with a wine glass and nibbled canapés, was deteriorating faster than her last blind date--with Stan the Used-Car-Salesman.

She'd had no idea when her sisters had invited her to this thing that it was going to be some nightmarish, pre-teen flashback. Annie felt ridiculous in such a revealing position, sitting cross-legged, trying to tuck her pastel patchwork skirt between her thighs. She noticed a lot of the women had discarded their shoes, but she was wearing soft, knee-high black boots that didn't lend themselves to a casual slipping-off. The entire room had morphed from mingling adults to a gang of unruly adolescents, hooting and howling and elbowing each other the minute they all sat in a circle on the floor in their suits and skirts.

Her oldest sister, Chloe, spun the empty rum bottle and everyone roared when the narrow end settled on Rebecca, the middle sister. While the men whistled and whooped, both women crawled, giggling, toward the center of the large circle. Their cheeks flushed the same shade of rosy pink as they briefly touched lips.

Annie blushed as well, appalled and astonished at how her body remembered these old games with a dreadful pang and tingle: first kisses and two-minutes-in-the-closet fumblings. There was the time she and her sisters had tried to make their own soap opera just to have an excuse to kiss the boys. Then there was the summer they'd built a fort made of someone's discarded turquoise carpet and played spin-the-bottle withan empty gin bottle Gary Hillman snitched from his mom's stash.

There was a burst of laughter from the other room and Annie glanced toward the adjoining door to the den. She wondered what they were playing in there. Truth or dare? They sound just like teenagers, she thought, like some feral pack full of adolescent angst. Are we really just one immature game away from that part of ourselves? She smiled wryly, feeling far removed from any sensible adult reality as she watched Rebecca creep back to the middle of the circle to spin the bottle.

A chorus of "woo-hoos!" sang out when the bottleneck found John, Becca's husband of two years, and they kissed. Annie winced when she saw his tongue slip into her mouth. She looked away, focusing on the red and white streamers hanging above her head. There were red foil hearts with plump cupids pasted in their centers spinning wildly on thread and attached to the ceiling by thumbtacks.

Annie was surprised Chloe had allowed tacks in her ceiling, even for something as important as maintaining the theme of the night--the sound of the bottle spinning on the hardwood floor brought Annie's focus back to the game. John's eyes were glued to the bottle as it slowed. She ducked as if she could avoid it as the bottle stopped, pointing just past her knee to the chubby girl on her left. Thank god. John was crawling toward them, grinning and eyeing Annie's hemline, while the redhead next to her blushed to match her hair. Rebecca was watching, looking casual, but Annie knew better.

"Hey, I think this is pointing to Anne," John exclaimed as he drew nearer. "Look at the angle."

"This isn't geometry, John, come on," Annie hissed at him, keeping her voice low, hoping her sisters couldn't hear. "Kiss the girl and get it over with already! Looks like she needs it more than I do." Annie cut her eyes to the redhead's face, which had flushed a deeper shade. The girl looked down at her lap as if there were something interesting there.

John raised his eyebrows at Annie, and she saw she had made a mistake. "Rebecca, I'm serious. Come look! I swear this thing is pointing at your sister. Chloe, are you the referee here?"

"John, it's pointing at Lynn, not Annie," Chloe called. "Come on, let's keep the game going."

"It is not," John insisted. "You aren't even over here! Come look!"

"Oh fuck this," Annie muttered, struggling to stand without flashing the entire group a shot of her panties. For a moment, she thought she had succeeded, but from the look on a few of the guys' faces, she realized they had seen something. Raising her voice, she said, "You know what, John? You kiss the fat girl here, and I'll just step out of this juvenile little game that I never in a million years thought I'd be playing at the age of twenty-seven, okay? What do you say?"

Annie nudged him hard in the side with her shin as she passed. She heard him grunt. She turned back when she got to the kitchen door and saw the redhead standing, wobbly, making her way in the opposite direction. Annie felt a stab of guilt and shoved open the swinging door to her sister's pristine kitchen. The light was off, and she left it, knowing her way even in the dark. She plopped onto one of the stainless steel kitchen chairs and unzipped her boots with a sigh, then toed them off.

Annie could hear her sister busily trying to save the day. "Let's play the kissing game!"

She heard someone--possibly John--say, "I thought we were?"

Annie sighed in relief when that awful, stunned silence turned back to party chatter. She wished she drank or still smoked--or did anything dangerous and bad for her. Anything that could make her feel good--or just alive--even for a moment. Her sisters seemed to think the answer to Annie's attitude was a man and had set about finding her one--with a vengeance! When she looked at Chloe and Rebecca's lives though, she didn't find much to envy. If that's what having a man was about, she didn't want to have any part of it.

Besides, Annie wanted something more, something different. She was tired of all the games and hookups and pretending. She had been to hundreds of parties like this one, and she always felt like some aging, dark-haired Barbie doll propped up in the corner by her sisters for all the Kens to come by and gawk at. She could never be herself, even for a moment. She always felt too guarded to let herself really get to know people, let alone really feel anything for anyone.

Chloe poked her head through the swinging kitchen door, spilling light into the room. Annie covered her eyes, which had already adjusted to the darkness. "What do you think you're doing? You're going to ruin everything!" Chloe hissed.

"Get the fuck out of here," Annie spat back, giving her sister the finger.

Chloe rolled her eyes, opening the door to step in.

Annie leaped to press against the swinging door, trapping Chloe firmly between the door and the frame. Chloe grunted in surprise.

"I'm not kidding. I am not going back out there, so you can forget about it. What the hell are they doing now?" Annie stared past her sister, her brow furrowed and her mouth agape in horror as men and women in a circle were passing a playing card from person to person, mouth to mouth.

"The kissing game," Chloe replied meekly.

"Oh my god. That's it. Get out of this room and don't let anyone else in here! You got me? I am done with this Hook-Annie-Up-Valentine-Shindig!"

"But, sweetie, you--"

"No! Not another word from you, okay?"

Meet the Author

Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business. With half a million ebooks sold in 2011 alone, she is the cream-at-the-top of erotica!

Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company ( and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family-a husband and four children-and her growing organic garden. She also loves bellydancing and photography.

Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)

She can be reached on her website at

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