Another day, another hot book! Read on for the blurb, cover, and excerpt of Dancing Men, by Adira August!
Dancing Men comes out on November 1st — but if you preorder now, it’s only 99 cents! On November 1, it’s goes up to $3.99!
Sometimes the past just won’t stay buried.
An ancient burial urn, empty for millennia, is suddenly not so empty.
When Detective Lieutenant Hunter Dane probes the murder at Natural History Museum, it’s his own past that haunts him. To solve the complex case, Hunter needs the talents of Camden Snow, the brilliant, beautiful, “no limits” Dom who’d helped him unravel a very peculiar, and very personal, murder.
But now, Cam’s ready to kill Hunt, himself! Their high-intensity D/s relationship that began in a playroom, ended in an emergency room.
Detective Dane is about to discover that history does, indeed, repeat itself. And his brain and body—humming with suspect information and sensual anticipation—want so much more than a killer behind bars.
For adults who love some mystery with their men. A 60k police procedural with a liberal dose of M/M heat. The 2nd of the Hunter Dane Investigations. Matchstick Men, their 1st case, also available on Amazon.
Cam pointed to the floor of the van between his legs as soon as Hunter entered through the backdoor.
“I’m on duty,” Hunt said.
“Not in this parking lot,” Cam told him. “Or did you forget?”
“You’re hard,” Cam said. Hunter shot a look out his passenger window. Noon. And the parking lot was busy.
“That’s just physiology,” Hunter said, sounding unconvincingly stern. “I’m working.”
Cam moved a lever and Hunt’s seat went almost completely flat. “You’re at lunch,” Cam told him.
“I don’t have time.” Hunter’s voice was hoarse. Tight.
“Five minutes, tops,” Cam said. “It’ll just feel a lot longer.”
Bent over under the low clearance of the van, Hunter licked his lips. His eyes flicked to the console at Cam’s left. He’d positioned his wheelchair behind it at a 90-degree angle, so the items on top were in easy reach.
Lube. A jar of something. Wipes. A heavy leather strap about two inches wide and a foot long. Designed for close work. Designed for pain. Agonizing in the hands of an expert.
Hunter’s eyes widened and went to Cam’s chair. He’d lowered the arms and fastened them back, out of the way, making his lap completely accessible. A deep flush raced up Hunt’s neck and over his face. A pulse pounded in the side of his neck.
Watching Hunter’s struggle between fear and desire, Cam forced himself to ignore the heat that flared low in his belly. He didn’t move or speak. Hunter Dane must make the choice to submit on his own.
But Cam knew he would. What Hunter Dane suffered now was guilt. Over Cam. He needed to suffer for his sins, or his guilt would forever be an obstacle between them.
And Camden Snow brooked no obstacles.
Hunter closed his eyes. “Two-way street,” he whispered and dropped to his knees.
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. I do not make kink lists for my titles.
I went to school interminably, it seemed like. I chased down bad guys, raised children, climbed mountains, played poker, searched for dinosaurs and have had a rather large number of lovers. (I’m not giving up any numbers ‘cause TMI, and ew.) Through it all, I wrote.
No wonder I’m so tired.
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