Matchstick Men by Adira August

Greetings, book lovers! Adira August is back to share her latest release — Matchstick Men! Read on for the blurb, cover, and gripping excerpt!


Blurb:

SEX, GAMES & MURDER ~ Want to play?

It was munch night at the most elite underground BDSM club in the Rockies. Relaxed and informal, highlighted by the weekly Matchstick Challenge game.

Detective Sergeant HUNTER DANE, reigning champion, looked forward to a relaxing evening to start his 3 days off. A few beers on the deck. An interlude with a sweet sub. Stumping a challenger with a new puzzle. Home early for a decent night’s sleep.

Some people are SO deadly serious about their games.

Now Hunt has a fresh body and a new puzzle to solve in twenty-four hours if he wants to find a killer.


A 48k police procedural with a liberal dose of M/M hotness. Which means our fave full-metal Dom shows up to collect on Hunter’s offer of his … coffer. So to speak.

There are puzzles for the reader and mysteries to be solved. Based on characters introduced in the short story On His Knees now free on Instafreebie.

Purchase Matchstick Men on Amazon

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Excerpt:

“I’m just asking if you’d considered it was more than one person,” Cam said.

“Briefly. And if it leads that way, fine. But it feels like one person to me. One mind.”

“One personality obsessed with you.” He dunked his cookie into his cocoa.

It occurred to me then, that Camden Snow was possibly the most complex, interesting person I’d ever met. Childlike. Sadist. Champion. Clever analyst. Extreme Dom. And I barely knew him. It would be easy to become kind of obsessed with him, with solving the puzzle that he was. But why would anyone fixate on me?

He lasered me with a look. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll drag you into the phone booth and make you beg.”

I laughed. The Dom was back. “No can do, master. I have to stay here and guard the door. There’s evidence inside.”

He poured coffee into his half empty mug of cocoa. “You aren’t half as much fun when you’re working.” He selected another cookie. “But you are still sexy as hell.” He tilted his head. “So, you have to do me a solid.”

“What?”

“You have to take seriously that some deranged asshole has a sick thing for you that can turn into the same rage that killed your victim. You have to not get dead.”

Purchase Matchstick Men on Amazon


About Adira August:

TYPOS ARE MY TRADEMEARK

I write mostly BDSM erotica because I love exploring the power dynamics and expanding the limits of what that is for my readers. The work is explicit but not hardcore. I write about ALL the elements.

M/M and M/F.
~Novels. Novellas, Sexy Vignettes
~~Romance, Mystery, Slice of Life.
~~~Plots, stories, characters.

I went to school interminably, it seemed like. I studied anthropology and paleontology and genetics and literature and theology and ancient Greek. Oh. And writing. I chased down bad guys, raised children, climbed mountains, played poker, searched for and found dinosaurs and have had a rather a large number of lovers. (I’m not giving up any numbers.) Through it all, I wrote.

No wonder I’m so tired.

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Neighbours Secret by BJ Smyth

Greetings book lovers! Today BJ Smyth pops by to share his hot book, Neighbours Secret! Read on for the blurb, cover, and excerpt!


Blurb:

Everyone has Secrets, If Angela knew her Husbands it would rip her world apart.

My name is George I have lived next door to Andrew and his wife Maria for just over five years now. During that time, we have all become good friends, me and my wife Angela often spending time and having meals together with them at weekends. Sharing lots of wine and conversation as we sit in the garden late into the evening.
I always remember the day they moved in I walked into Andrew as he was unloading boxes from a van. I had a strange feeling then, like when you get shivers down your spine. Over the years, we have spent a lot of time together so; I feel really close to him, you could say he is my best friend.
Anyway, this is about one evening a year ago, that changed our friendship forever.

Neighbours Secret the story of two straight neighbours Andrew and George.
They have been friends for several years then one drunken night changes everything!

They were both happily married but now they have begun a secret affair, if their wives find out it would rip their lives apart but something makes them keep going back for more.

How long can they keep the secret?
What will their wives do if they find out?
How many risks will they take to satisfy their desires?

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Excerpt:

Grabbing the coffee, I sit at the kitchen table and my mind starts to wander again. I’m trying to think when this fascination with Andrew began, probably around the same time he started calling me gorgeous at one of our late-night garden parties.

Andrew is a handsome man about the same height as me around 5ft 10inches, his hair is greyer than mine he is a stocky guy. I know he has a very hairy chest as I have seen him in his garden before without a shirt on, just his shorts. I have also noted from the bulge in his shorts, he is either well-endowed or has nice large balls. I have never had the opportunity to see him fully naked, neither of us are gym guys and I cannot think of another reason to be in a place where I would get to see him without his clothes on.


About BJ Smyth:

BJ is a 50 year old Gay Bear, imagine Phil Mitchell ( EastEnders) I have lived in London UK for a majority of my life . Most of my stories are about older Bear type guys as I feel too many of the Gay stories out there are about young twinks, The stories are written from the many sexual experiences I have enjoyed during my years.

I do enjoy writing the erotica best as the stories turn me on and hopefully my readers aswell.

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Law of Love by Bob Masters

Hi readers!

As I’ve mentioned many times before, I’m the publisher over at Deep Desires Press — we publish erotica and high-heat-level erotic romance of all romantic pairings.

Law-Of-Love-Bob-Masters-600.jpgI wanted to share Law of Love with you. This short novella came to my inbox a while back and was immediately taken by it. On the surface, Law of Love is a sweet M/M romance (with a few erotic scenes) between a park ranger who’s never even questioned or explored his sexuality and the cute lifeguard that gets a job working with him.

Digging deeper, though, Law of Love is set in 1969, shortly after the Stonewall Riots, and is thus set in a time of tumult, as the LGBTQ community begins loudly demanding equal rights. Paralleling this setting of liberation is the liberating internal journey of Joseph, the park ranger.

Over on the Deep Desires Press blog, I just shared an excerpt from Law of Love. In this scene, Joseph has realized he has some sort of attraction to Jimmy, the lifeguard, but he hasn’t yet clued in that it’s a romantic attraction. Moreover, this is the scene where Jimmy more or less forces Joseph to loosen up. Joseph has been a straight-laced park ranger since he finished college and really hasn’t ever done anything wild or adventurous — but on a midnight boat ride, Jimmy strips down and skinny-dips in the lake, inviting Joseph to join him.

As I read this scene, particularly in the context of the whole book, the simple act of Joseph deciding to drop his boxers was incredibly moving and very empowering.

You can read the excerpt here.

And you can find out where to buy your copy here.

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Louder Than Words by Siryn Sueng

As I’ve mentioned more than once, I’m one of the co-founders and publishers over at Deep Desires Press, a publishing house for erotica and erotic romance.

When we received Siryn Sueng’s submission of Louder Than Words, I immediately knew we had to publish it. I think I feel a certain kinship with the book, perhaps because, like Derrek, I’m a former teacher who crushes on Starbucks baristas. And, like Alex, I have a communication-related disability (Alex can’t speak and I am hard of hearing).

But, most of all, the reason why I knew we had to publish Louder Than Words was because the banter between Derek and Alex is just so effing cute and awkward that I’m grinning the whole time I’m reading it.

You should definitely check out this book!


Blurb:

Derrek is a local teacher in Clearwater, Florida. He frequents a nearby coffee shop before work every morning, where he finds himself enraptured with a young barista, Alex. But Alex never seems to notice him, even when he’s handing Derrek his morning coffee.

After weeks of hiding in his corner under the pretense of working, Derrek finally gains enough courage to ask Alex on a date. He’s crushed when all he gets for an answer is complete silence. He thinks it’s the end, until he finds out that Alex has a disability that has paralyzed his vocal cords.

Sign language is Alex’s way of communication, and it’s something that Derrek knows little to nothing about. With renewed determination, Derrek asks Alex to teach him sign language. Derrek wants to be able to talk to Alex, to tell him how he really feels, and find out if Alex feels the same.

But more than anything, he longs for a relationship that goes deeper than just words alone.

Louder Than Words is an 18,000-word novella.

Purchase your copy:

Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iTunes | Kobo | Smashwords

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Excerpt:

I grabbed a bottle of water and went to the register, where the girl met me with a smile. “Candice” was what her name-tag said. I returned her pleasantries and handed her the bottle of water. As she rang up the total, I looked toward the back of the shop where employees were only allowed. I could see shelves filled with boxes but I didn’t see Alex anywhere.

I cleared my throat and got the courage to ask her where he was. “Uh, is Alex here?”

Candice stared for a moment and then laughed. “Oh, yeah. He’s here, in the back, getting more cups. Did you want to talk to him?” She paused and eyed me as if she knew me. Then she grinned. “You’re the guy from this morning, huh?” she said knowingly, catching me off guard. Had Alex told her about that? The thought had my heart tightening and my face burning with embarrassment.

“Y-yeah … about that—”

“Oh, don’t worry. He didn’t tell me much; just that you surprised him with your rather abrupt confession.” Candice interrupted me and gave me a wolfish grin.

I fiddled with my card and frowned at her. “Can I talk to him please?” I felt a little bad for speaking with a sharp tone, but couldn’t help it. I was annoyed that she was teasing me; as if Bryant didn’t do that enough.

She didn’t seem to care, though, as she walked away with her smile still in place. “Alex!” Her voice rang out in the back and I took a quick glance around the shop to make sure I hadn’t gained too much attention. I turned back to the counter as she came back with Alex in tow; quite literally towing him too, her hand wrapped around his wrist and a happy smile on her face.

“Here you go!” she said with such enthusiasm I was sure her and Bryant were related somehow. She presented Alex to me and he stood there in shock, fidgeting as he looked between her and me.

“Uh … hi,” I said and Candice snickered. I glared at her and she shrugged. It seemed to break the ice and Alex smiled.

“If you need a translator, I can do that for you. He doesn’t talk; he signs,” Candice offered.

“Yeah, I saw that earlier. Um … actually that’s why I wanted to talk to you, uh, speak with you? U-um … sorry. I’m not — anyway. I want to learn. I don’t know a single damn thing about signing, other than like A B C and hi.” I smiled like an idiot as I waved “hi” at him.

Alex’s smile grew and he leaned forward, bracing himself against the computer. He ran his tongue across his lips and I caught sight of a silver bar through the middle. Black bracelets laced his right wrist, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his elbows. His lashes were long and thick, accenting his gorgeous green eyes. Alex’s laugh was raspy, the sound just about gone. The loudest part of it was the hard puff of air, followed by the faintest tone of his voice. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, pulling the black, sleek strands away from his face and I got a full view of the earrings in his ears; a couple of bars, rings of black and red, a stud, and a pretty, silver cuff.

He was definitely a good-looking man. I pressed on, now that the atmosphere between us wasn’t as tense. I was also distracting myself from that bar in his tongue … damn, was it tantalizing. “So, I was wondering if you could teach me. I’d like to learn.”

Alex played with the end of the black bar that crossed the top of his ear. His smile turned into a playful grin, and if I wasn’t already hooked, I was reeled in then. His hands and fingers weaved in the air forming his answer to me and I stared for a moment, too caught up in his sexy smile to really pay much attention.

“He said that’s fine,” Candice translated for me. “Said he wouldn’t mind teaching you. Especially since that’s not how you say ‘hi’ in sign language.”

Alex looked down, his smile growing, and he laughed again with that sweet soundless rasp, and my chest was tight.


About the Author:

Siryn Sueng is an erotica M/M romance writer. Mostly she writes in the fantasy, paranormal, and even Sci-Fi genres. Louder than Words, though, is her first ever contemporary work. She’s married to her wonderful husband of 13 years, and they have two cute kittens, Anubis and Kida, who drive them crazy almost all the time. Anubis fancies himself the destroyer of the elusive red dot…

Siryn is a lover of games on a wide range of platforms. She plays on the PC, console, and hand-held devices (her 3DS currently). She also plays otome novels on her tablet. Dragon Age, the Fire Emblem series, and the Tale’s series are her favorite games. Japan is where she would love to visit sometime. She’s a huge fan of Japan, including manga and anime. Siryn loves to read, though she’s been writing more than reading as of late. And she has a deep love for dragons. She has a very large collection of dragon statues in her house.

Siryn is also a co-writer with Usagi Kita. Together they write under the name ‘Lilia Blanc’ and have published their first book: King’s Lament.

Follow Siryn Sueng on Twitter: @Siryn_Sueng

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Macho by Enrique Cruz

I follow Enrique Cruz on Facebook and so I was excited when he asked if he could share his new release here on my blog! Read on for the excerpt, cover, and blurb for Macho!


Blurb:

Macho, a May-December romance between two men, and how it’s never too late to grow. Jared is an insecure young man from an abusive home taking his first steps toward becoming a stronger man. Surviving an abusive family-life has given him strengths he knows nothing about, until they are revealed to him by the man he falls for. Creed is the muscular, insanely hot owner of Macho, a gym for hardcore fitness fanatics. Attracted to his latest client, he’s wary of the age difference between them, and a secret that could derail any hope for a relationship. Looks are easy to worship, it’s when you are forced to dig beneath the surface that true love becomes a permanent part of your soul. This is a stand-alone novella without cliffhangers and it comes complete with hot and steamy sexy times and a HEA. For mature audiences over 18. Trigger warning; this story addresses themes of emotional, physical, and sexual abuse.

Purchase your copy:

Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

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Excerpt:

Jared’s arms on my shoulders felt so good, so soothing, but I knew I had to make him stop. There is no way I could let this go any further, not without hurting him. I turned my head to face him, but before I could say anything Jared reached out his hand and grabbed the side of my neck, with a sureness that only youth, or those who have nothing to lose possess.

His lips pressed into mine, with an aggression and urgency that left me with no other option than to kiss him back. My body reacted instinctively, my mouth opening to his. The syrupy coffee flavor mingled with his natural taste was like a nectar, or a potion aimed at seduction. His tongue, lips and teeth owned mine with a possessiveness that made my head spin with carnal pleasure.

I need to stop this, it isn’t right.

He pulled me in closer, closing my brain down with his soft hands now on my face. He was kneeling in front of me, his lips never leaving mine, exploring my mouth with the earnestness of a first time lover. I was caught in a spell he was weaving, and I’d do anything this sorcerer wanted. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him with me as I stood up, our lips still in place. He grasped the front of my tank top, holding onto it to steady his legs that I could feel shaking against mine.

Our kiss became harder, frantic, and his body pressed against mine so close, I could feel the steel rod in my shorts throbbing against his, and I moaned aloud, with no thought of the neighbors, or anyone else who could see or hear us. Jared whimpered against me, his hands running up and down my back faster and faster as he nibbled my lips.

Stop Creed, before it’s too late.

Rational thought finally returned, and while my body resisted, I forced my hands to push him back before we did anything we’d regret. He held on for the first couple of seconds, then he finally stepped back, groaning his displeasure.

“Why did you push me away?” He asked, breathless. He placed his hands on my chest, which I grasped and held in mine. I stared into his eyes, and all I could think about was that kiss. His body pressed against mine, my cock rock hard because of him, Jared, beautiful, handsome Jared. I shook my head and sat down again. Jared took the other chair and crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive body position I hated to see, preferring him open to me.

We sat there staring at each other; Jared wanting to know why I pushed him away, and me, I needed to explain it in a way that didn’t seem like I was rejecting him.

“Look, as much as I find you attractive, and I do find you incredibly attractive, I have some issues of my own I have to think about, things that would affect you as much as me.” The truth, just the simplest version, details too hard to give up just yet, because, I just can’t.

Jared looked down, his hair falling into his eyes, a habit I knew from prior experience meant he was shutting himself off, hiding from me. How can I explain something so painful, so personal, even if I do feel a connection?

“Jared, listen to what I have to say. I have issues of my own, and until I deal with them, well, I’m not really good for you or anyone else.”

“Why do you keep wanting to protect me?” He interrupted, flicking the lock of blonde hair behind his ear. “I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but I voted in the last election, and I’m registered for selective service. I’m an adult, and you’re treating me like a kid. I’m an honors student studying biology, I’m not stupid, so stop talking down to me.”

I flinched, not expecting this outburst, but after hearing his words I knew that I deserved it.

“Creed, you are the first man I’ve ever kissed, the first man I’ve done anything with. So yeah, I am inexperienced, but I’m not inexperienced in dealing with messed up situations, or knowing when someone is trying to weasel their way out of something.” Jared started pacing the deck, agitated, and I knew I’d made a huge mistake, that I’d underestimated him. Or maybe I’d just done what I always did when I found someone attractive-chase them off.

“I’m gonna get out of here, get out of your hair. Obviously you don’t want me around. And by the way, you think you’re not rejecting me, that you’ve somehow worked it out in your head that I’m not going to feel bad? You’re wrong. This feels like shit.” He opened the screen door that led into the house and closed it quietly behind him. I stared at the door, listening to his footsteps as he made his way through the small row house. I heard the front door slam behind him. Then I heard nothing.

Oh my god, I’ve totally fucked this up. Even if my methods were wrong, I can’t rub off on him, I can’t mistreat him. I can’t grow attached damn it, and I’m already in danger of doing just that. I was his first kiss? Years of pent up need lay behind that kiss. The passion I felt coming from him wasn’t just a horny young guy wanting to get his rocks off, no, it was far too intense for that. I knew there was more to his insistent lips and hands, because I felt it too.

I walked inside searching for him, knowing he wasn’t there, hoping I’d misheard the front door slamming shut behind him. I wanted to say something, anything to make this better. I just wish he understood that yes, he’s too young for me, a good 15 years younger, and the differences in life experiences were huge. Plus, if he only knew my potential for causing him pain, he’d run screaming in the other direction, as far away from me as he could.

I was better off alone.


About Enrique Cruz:

Enrique was born a poor…just kidding. Enrique comes from a family of readers and publishers. His grandmother was a librarian who took him to work with her whenever she could. His father started working in a printshop when he was 9 years old due to the premature death of his father. He moved up in the world of printing, and moved to publishing, working for a top publisher while Enrique was a kid. He’d bring home books from work for Enrique to read, sparking his love for telling stories. Enrique now loves literature of all types, but prefers telling stories with an emotional impact, and erotica and romance fit the bill quite nicely. you can find his website at https://enriquecruzsite.wordpress.com/

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On His Knees by Adira August

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Greetings book lovers! Today is launch day for Adira August’s new book, On His Knees! Read on for the blurb, cover, and excerpt!


Sometimes it’s the cop who needs to hit the floor…

As a homicide cop, every blood-soaked crime scene settled in my bones and snaked around my spine. There was only one way to exorcise the images from my soul …
Inside the club, I stopped to scan the room. He was here, Camden Snow. A Norse sex god in the guise of unpretentious youth. Only his ice-blue eyes gave evidence of the Dom who took whomever he wished, whatever way he wanted, with a look and a nod. Merciless.
Cam found me watching him and fixed me with his arctic gaze. This time, I didn’t walk away. He cocked an eyebrow. Well?
The last thing I needed was mercy.
I dropped to my knees.
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Excerpt:

I found him tonight, as always, already aware of me – waiting for me to find him. Surrounded by men and a few women. Gently smiling.

This time, I didn’t look away.  

Cam stopped smiling. His eyes narrowed and slid down my pecs and abs like a strong warm palm. I felt myself opening to him, right there, half-blocking the way of people coming in behind me. My body turning more fully toward him, my arms falling loosely, palms up.

His minions noticed his attention had lasered in on me. Cam’s chin came up, his head back, his gaze not challenging, but direct. You know my terms.

A frisson of fear spiked adrenaline through my body. My balls drew up, but my cock rolled over – I could still walk past him.  

We opened the door with a pry bar. Another bedroom. A single closet. A messy bed. Huge pictures on the wall, like rock band posters …

Cam relaxed into the curve of a horseshoe sofa, arms stretched along the back. Legs extended and crossed at the ankle. A relentless patience I was helpless to contend with.

… but these were pictures of screaming faces and ripped open bodies. He’d slept here; his victims’ torment brought him peace.

The club’s sounds subsided as those nearby became aware of the dynamic in play between Cam and myself. Anticipating. Hoping. Knowing he did what he wanted, where he wanted. In private or public. Merciless.

He tilted his head. Well?

The closet door squeaked as I pulled it open –

The last thing I needed was mercy.

I dropped to my knees.

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NEW RELEASE: THE PRESIDENT AND THE RENTBOY

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The President And The Rentboy

Forbidden Desires
Co-written with Sandra Claire

 

Newly inaugurated as the President of the United States of America, Daniel Grant has a secret. Despite winning a surprise upset election, built on a campaign filled with raucous rallies and an oft-repeated promise to deport illegal immigrants, Daniel is unhappy. While the media loves to speculate about him and his trophy wife, Melanie, the truth is there is no love in their relationship — moreover, as time goes on, Daniel is coming to understand that he prefers men. Itching for some sexual release, a senator discreetly hands him a phone number for Ricky — a rentboy.

Each sexy encounter with this seductive younger man leaves Daniel panting for more. But while his private sex life amps up, so, too, does his public political life, including increasing pressures from his vice-president to deport all illegal immigrants and bring about religious freedom laws so business can discriminate against LGBT customers.

Daniel struggles to balance his personal and public lives, to somehow continue seeing Ricky, despite the intense media scrutiny of everything the president does. Forbidden love is never easy, but it becomes near impossible when Daniel learns that Ricky, the young man he loves and desires so much, is an illegal immigrant from Mexico.

The President And The Rentboy is a 20,000-word novella.

Purchase your copy now:

Amazon | Excitica | Smashwords

Barnes & Noble, iTunes, and Kobo links are coming soon — check out my website for all the current buy links.

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