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Encounters of Passion by Aaron Blackwood

Greetings book lovers! Today, Aaron Blackwood is back with another book! (Check out his other book, Phat Boi, by clicking here!)

Don’t miss Encounters of Passion!


Blurb:

This bundle of 4 urban erotica short stories tells of the hookups of gay black men out cruising; looking for sex, romance and passion in all the wrong places sometimes with disastrous results.

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A young brother meets a handsome chiseled thug at a local bathhouse. The attraction between them is immediate and intense, but they are not able to hookup just yet. Hot, horny, and bursting with desire, they desperately search for a way to make it happen.

Taken

At a summer music festival a 40-something year old man meets 29 year old Kavon, who is young, dark and hung. The man invites Kavon back to his home, but as the night winds down he notices some unsettling habits from his new friend. Before the night is over the man gets more than he bargained for.

The Trip Across Town

A community college school student travels fifty miles across town in the middle of the night to meet an established lawyer with a weakness for younger men. They have nothing in common but the obvious. Mark, the lawyer is sensitive yet full of contradictions. He thinks he has the young student under his control, but finds out otherwise.

Just Another Liar

Late at night, in a deserted movie theater parking lot, a young guy named Rod is approached by Sam; a hot and horny thirty-something cruising the lot looking for a good time. Through cautious conversation Sam determines that Rod is not a cop, but makes the foolish mistake of going to Rod’s house.

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Excerpt:

T-mac, was a brother I met at the bathhouse, Flexx, Labor Day weekend of 2003 in Atlanta. That night I was hanging out by myself, once again, due to poor planning on my part. I was alone, but not of my own choosing. All of my few friends were occupied that night. So, I ended up here.

The place was crowded with men from out of town. I did my rounds of the dimly lit rooms; going downstairs to tour the sauna, and steam room –lingering for a moment to check out the naked bodies in the showers. After multiple trips around the club, I became bored and tired and wished I had not come. There was little that appealed to me, and the white boys outnumbered the brothers and as usual ignored us. I knew it would take a lot to convince me to stay at this point.

I headed for the coffee machine. Ahead of me stood a tightly muscled brother with a black du-rag on his head. I liked how he looked from the back, now I wanted to see the front. I reached around him to get a cup, intentionally brushing his arm. He quickly turned around to see who had touched him. I looked into eyes that belonged in the bedroom. They were brown and reeked of raw street sexuality. Instantly I knew he was the one.

“Sorry man.” I said.

“It’s all good man.” He said in a southern drawl.

I quickly checked out my prize; all five feet seven inches of swarthy loveliness. His thick eyebrows embedded on a face that was darker than the rest of him. He had the kind of body I loved; Slim, dark, extremely cut with a tiny waist of about 28 inches, a six-pac and no visible body fat. He had the shape of a long distance runner. He was masculine, compared to many of the men in here tonight –most of whom were overweight, feminine, and loudly social. He turned around stirring his coffee while he checked me out. I returned his leer of interest.

“What’s your name man?” I asked.

“T-mac.” He responded simply.

“Does that mean anything?”

“It does but that’s a long story. My mama calls me Chris.”

“I like T-mac.”

“I like the way you say that dawg.”

“Oh! And what way is that?”

“Like we in the middle of sex.”

I wasn’t ready for that comment. But it let me know he was feeling me, and I knew it would only be a matter of time before we did something about it. Standing by the microwave we exchanged small talk, most of which was complementary, yet at the same time we tried to figure each other out. I know that he kept my attention, because he turned me on and I liked the way he kept licking his lips making my dick swell.

I commented on his lip action, which made him self-conscious, as he struggled to control it for a moment, but occasionally glancing south of my chest to see if he had succeeded. We stood there for a long time talking and flirting, competing to see who held the others gaze the longest, apparently the severity of mine was so intense he looked away for a moment as if embarrassed.

A very muscular brother with thick thighs and a handsome face walked up and stood behind him eyeing me suspiciously. T-mac turned and introduced his younger brother Michael, who was adorable. He was Polite and friendly in that southern kind of way. A little coy maybe, or so it seemed. They looked nothing alike, they were complete opposites, maybe they were half brothers?

Michael reminded his brother that their time in the club was almost up. T-mac, still focused on me, gave him the keys to their locker and told him to take money out of his wallet and pay for another six hours. Michael took the keys without protest and headed for the front desk.

Alone again, I looked down at his petite frame, aware that I was not his only admirer. Many other brothers –mostly sissies – would pass and linger with lustful looks in their eyes. One in particular would not go away. A sharp look from me dismissed him. He retreated sucking his teeth, rolling his eyes in a dramatic fashion and throwing an extra switch – for effect, his plumb behind disappearing behind a row of lockers.

My impatience was getting the better of me. All this flirting made me mad horny. I wanted to fuck! Earlier, in my rounds, I noticed an empty room that was under construction. It had been purposely left open with three chairs in it. It was a room that you did not have to pay for, providing some privacy for the locker renters. I suggested to him that we go there.

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About Aaron Blackwood:

Paris face pix2I am a passionate writer of gay short stories that touch on real social issues and inner conflict that confront gay black man. While sex is an important part of the content, its use to titillate is not abused but based on character choices and the consequences of that.

My aim is to engage the reader; entertain, arouse, move and think. I hope that my stories stimulate and leave an aftertaste for more.

My stories touch on a variety of topics that include: love, dating, sex, health, homophobia, aging, depression, religion, politics and much more.

I live in Atlanta GA and have lived in London, New York and the Caribbean. When I’m not writing or working (still have a day job…yawn), I work out, and haunt coffee shops till they throw me out. I am a night owl and write best at night when it’s quiet and the spirits are out (I’m kidding). I love to laugh and appreciate anything that’s creative.

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Phat Boi by Aaron Blackwood

Hi book lovers!

Today we’ve got Aaron Blackwood here with his newest novel, Phat Boi! Check it out!


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Cedric is a gay, overweight black man with self-esteem issues, which he hides behind his sense of humor. He has a smart mouth but is vulnerable when it comes to love. At a spiritual retreat, he meets Walter, who is attractive, masculine, intelligent and entirely out of his league. Cedric is immediately infatuated. To his surprise, Walter responds favorably. As their friendship develops, so do Cedric’s feelings for Walter. When unsettling secrets about Walter emerge, Cedric chooses to overlook them. A devastating event takes Cedric by surprise and forces him to confront the truth about Walter—his life will never be the same again.

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Excerpt

I’d met Walter at one of those spiritual retreats meant to rejuvenate your spirit and put you more in touch with yourself. Ant had suggested I go to replace a friend of his,who’d fallen sick; Ant said I needed it more than him. Maybe it would help with my self-esteem. I refused at first, of course. I didn’t need any damn course. I already knew my self-esteem was in the toilet, and didn’t need a therapist or yogi to tell me that. And for me to go by myself, without my sistah—no way. But when Ant showed me the brochure, and I saw it was a wonderful hideaway in the mountains with manicured lawns, a huge pool–which I wouldn’t be caught dead in–with lovely chalets and an all-you-can-eat buffet, I was sold.

Two weeks later, when the Metro-North train finally arrived at a deserted country station called Rhinebeck, I was glad to get off. Stiff and hungry, I was bored of seeing green fields and grazing cows, with not a Checkers or Chick-fil-A in sight. The old, hard-cushioned train seat had made my butt sore. Shoving my way down the narrow corridor of the train, I picked up my two-piece Louis Viton luggage,which I’d bought ‘bootleg’ from an African guy off Canal Street. When I stepped off the train,there was a woman in a blue dress holding up a homemade sign that said, ‘Shady Pines Retreat’. She looked like Mary Ellen from the old TV show The Waltons,but older. That blue dress is not your color, gurl; not with that pale skin. I and other passengers who got off the train approached her. The woman in the blue dress announced herself as Mary Lou, which was no goddamn surprise to me. She looked like a Mary Lou something. There were about ten of us listening to her frenzied gibberish about what a good time we’d have this weekend,and we’d come to the right place and all that. All I kept thinking was,gurl, take me to that buffet; I’m famished.

I looked around at the crew with whom I was to spend the weekend. They were mostly women. I ignored them at first to see if there was any prospective eye candy to hold my interest while doing yoga or something. Unfortunately, the pickings were poor. Two middle-aged men who seemed like uptight business types. A young hippie-looking fella with the darkest tan,long hair,and a guitar on his back. A big boy like myself, who was white, gay, and eyed me with suspicion and contempt. I guessed I’d just be buddies with the women for the weekend. Some certainly looked more fun than the men. Like Candy—named appropriately—who had big breasts, blonde hair, and a big booty, for a white woman. She was checking out our hippie friend, then smiled and winked at me when I caught her.I knew she would be my drinking partner and a good girlfriend for the rest of this trip. We clambered into the two mini-vans there to pick us up. The drivers were as cheery and effervescent as Mary Lou. Lord! I thought, I’m gonna need a drink. You’d think I was in Tennessee or Alabama, not Duchess County, New York.

I sat in the first bus, pressed up against an uptight businessman named Burt. He started to sweat. I eased off him a little, thinking I was the cause of his rapid perspiration. He was stuck next to a big black gay man, and it was probably making him crazy. I planned to do other things to wreck his homophobic nerves on this trip. Mary Lou sat in the front passenger seat next to the driver and continued to gush with pleasure, repeating what a good time we were in for. She laid out our immediate itinerary, which did not include eating. I was dying for a sandwich. Cramped and frustrated, we rode through the entrance gates of the retreat, past a big sign which read, Welcome to Shady Pines.

The van curved around a long driveway lined with tall, majestic pine trees, and stopped at the main building. Shady Pines did look as beautiful as the brochures. I stumbled out and followed my pack of fellow travelers to the banquet hall, where others were already waiting, which surprised me, because I thought the motley crew I’d arrived with was all I had to deal with for the weekend. But no, there was a diverse assortment of people waiting, some younger and more vibrant, around my age—in their early thirties. People were chatting and getting to know each other. Mary Lou told our group to leave our luggage at the back of the hall. We could collect it after the introduction ceremony and then assigned to our rooms. We were given bright yellow name tags with bold black lettering. I noticed the people already there had plastic cups in their hands and little matching plates with sandwiches on them. I looked around and saw the table with treats on the west wall of the hall. Naturally, I went over and loaded up my little plate with six sandwiches, but became conscious of Burt watching me, so I put back two.

We were all told to be seated. On the dais was the director of the program at the podium,various instructors seated behind him. They all looked trim, healthy, tanned, eager, and fucking happy. I was only one of three people of color in the room,including a Hispanic couple.But I didn’t get that uncomfortable vibe you sometimes get from white people,when they  feel you’re someplace you don’t belong—except from Burt, who was both anxious and curious around me. We were introduced to all the instructors. Each one got up to tell their story and talk about their specialty. There was the yoga instructor named Sven from Sweden—of course. He was unusually tall, with all the characteristics of a typical Swede; thin, with tanned skin and blond hair. There was Natasha the Russian masseuse. Another stereotype, she was big and burly. Her arms were larger than mine, and I suspected she was a dyke. Gloria the Reiki Master looked like she’d just had a hit of Ecstasy, and Vincent, the meditation guru, looked like he’d joined her. Frankie the lifeguard was the only normal-looking one. He was just beefy. Then there was Gerald,who would conduct various interactive workshops. I didn’t know what to make of him.

The introductions dragged on a bit too long, to the point of making me sleepy. I wanted a nap. I headed over to the table and got myself a cup of coffee.

“You’re bored already, too, I see.”

After putting my fifth lump of sugar in my coffee, I turned around to see a tall man. I hadn’t noticed him before. How could I have missed him? I’d already scoped out all the men. This delightful creature was about six-foot-two; not athletically built, but thick and solid. His massive hands looked strong, with veins running all over the back of them. His shoe size hinted at confirmation of a certain myth. His powerful cheekbones sat under expressive eyes, like a narrow ledge on a mountain. Generous lips opened to invite a beautiful smile, with almost perfect teeth.Oh! And did I mention that he was black? Nice mocha brown skin that looked like worn suede.

“No, not really,” I lied.

“I saw you yawning.”

“Oh. You caught that, huh?”

Then we both started to laugh. His laughter was high spirited and loud.

“Yes…Cedric.”He squinted to see the name tag I had been given stuck on my shirt.

“And you are Walter. Please to meet you.”

I wasn’t sure if this man was hitting on me, because he appeared straight, but I was loving the attention.

“Have you been to one of these before?” I asked.

“Yes, but not here. Shady Pines is my first time.I come to retreats to regroup and get away from the city and certain people.” I wondered who those certain people were…family, girlfriend, boyfriend…wife?

“This is your first time, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Is it that obvious?”

“Yes,” he responded quickly. “I can always tell the rookies.”

“How?”

“There’s always resistance to this sort of thing in their body language. Why are you here?” The question was bold,and took me by surprise.

“My best friend suggested it,” I blurted out.

“And where is he?”

“Home.”

“So you came alone.”

“Yes.”

“Well, Cedric, we’ll see what we can do to make you more comfortable for the next couple of days.”

At that moment, he was called away to handle sleeping arrangements. Mary Lou was beckoning me to do the same. I walked over to her and listened while she cautioned me on the rules of the sleeping arrangements. I would have a roommate; a wake-up call was given at six for those who wished to jog or do yoga, which would be at six-thirty, until breakfast at eight. As she went on and on, I only half-listened, turning to look for Walter, but he had already gone. Retrieving my luggage, I was pointed to my chalet and headed there with a light swing to my step. I had met a man. I grinned all the way to my chalet.

 

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About the Author

Paris face pix2I am a passionate writer of gay short stories that touch on real social issues and inner conflict that confront gay black man. While sex is an important part of the content, its use to titillate is not abused but based on character choices and the consequences of that.
My aim is to engage the reader; entertain, arouse, move and think. I hope that my stories stimulate and leave an aftertaste for more.

My stories touch on a variety of topics that include: love, dating, sex, health, homophobia, aging, depression, religion, politics and much more.

I live in Atlanta GA and have lived in London, New York and the Caribbean. When I’m not writing or working (still have a day job…yawn), I work out, and haunt coffee shops till they throw me out. I am a night owl and write best at night when it’s quiet and the spirits are out (I’m kidding). I love to laugh and appreciate anything that’s creative.

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Daddy Bear by BJ Smyth

Happy Friday, smutty book lovers! Today I have BJ Smyth here with a sexy new book — I’ve read this one, trust me, it’s HOT!


Daddy Bear

It all starts with attraction.

Carter is Twenty-Two, insecure and desperate for a boyfriend. He also has a secret desire for older bear type guys.

Frank is Forty-Five, just out of a relationship. He has recently moved to the area escaping his old life and looking for a new start.

After a brief encounter at the local swimming pool, Carter can’t get Frank’s hot body out of his head. Can he make his Daddy Bear dreams reality?

But is Carter really what Frank needs in his life?

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Excerpt

I hear him drop his bag onto the bench as I resist the temptation to turn and face him. My body tingles with excitement knowing he is in the room with me and is about to get undressed. I can feel my cock stiffening as I imagine what he looks like naked. Trying to distract myself, I take my things out of the locker and place them on the bench.

Picking up my towel I sit down on the bench so I’m facing him and pretend to dry my feet, keeping my stiffening cock covered by the towel. He has his back to me as he removes his shirt. I take a deep breath as I watch him, his skin has a slight tan and his back is smooth, the muscles in his shoulders and arms look hard and tight. He has a large, black tribal tattoo running down the right side of his body. I take another sharp breath as he drops his trousers, bending over to remove them from his feet, he is wearing tight, white briefs, stretching across his arse, snugging his balls tight to his body. My cock stiffens more and I can feel pre-cum leaking from the tip as he stands and folds his trousers to place them in the locker. His legs have dark hair over defined muscles and I can now see a small patch of hair in the centre of his lower back just above the waistband of his briefs.

I’m staring in awe of his fucking hot body, built like a fit rugby player. He suddenly turns and sits down on the bench to remove his socks. We are now facing each other and I continue to pretend that I’m drying my feet, feeling my face flush at the thought he may have caught me staring at him.

“It’s quiet here in the morning,” he says, his deep, gruff voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Yeah, I’m usually the only guy around and there’s two women here regularly,” I reply, trying to keep the excitement showing in my voice.

As he stands, he slides his briefs off, balancing on one foot to remove them. My eyes scan his body, his pecs toned, covered in thick, dark hair, which runs down the centre of his chest, over his taut abs, meeting a thick patch of pubic hair nestled around his seven-inch uncut cock. His large, hairy balls hang between his thighs. I know I’m staring at his sexy hot body, but I can’t seem to look away.

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About the Author

alogoB.J. enjoys writing MM Erotic Fantasy to tease and entertain his readers. Having experienced many of the situations in real life he brings these into his books. Preferring to have mature characters in the stories, escaping the cliché of college boy romance.

I Hope you read and enjoy my MM Erotic books as much as I enjoy writing them.

If you already enjoy MM books or are just curious about MM love. Why not have a browse of the books, you may surprise yourself.

Follow the rainbow to your dreams.

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Damaged Goods by H.D. Nels

Greetings book lovers! Today we’re taking a peek at Damaged Goods by H.D. Nels! Read on for the blurb, cover, excerpt, and more!


Blurb:

Harold Dugan’s boyfriend flipped him off and told him to keep out of his life. His wife said it was the final straw and filed for divorce.

His life is a total mess.

An abusive past keeps him from making the right decisions. He turns to alcohol and cheap tricks in the local gay bar. Then Ryan Winfield sweeps into his life and he is totally unprepared for this man who has different ideas of how a relationship should be. Ryan is not a one night stand. Not a cheap trick. All he wants is to show Harold how love can transcend a horrible past. True love. Will Harold allow Ryan into his life? Can Harold love anyone other than himself?

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Excerpt:

On Thursday night, and after he’d quit his job a few days earlier, Harold wondered about Chaps. Stupid name for a gay bar actually, but hey, Harold was a stupid name for a kid. Fair was fair. He didn’t mean to be an idiot the other night. They laughed at him, and his problem was that he didn’t know whether they figured he was funny, or just a fool. He had a hard time reading people for anything but sex. As he thought about it, he realized that Ryan was good looking—downright handsome. He didn’t recognize him from the bar, so likely he was passing through and would never see him again. He spent a long time deciding what to wear, but finally, he chose a pair of jeans and black tee shirt. When he checked in the mirror, he saw plain old Harold staring back at him. He took the train instead of driving. That way, he would have an excuse to leave if things became uncomfortable. He got hit on a lot at the bar.

At Chaps, he went directly to the bathroom. When he returned, Ryan stood at the bar with a beer in one hand, and a club soda in the other. Yep, Ryan was actually better than good looking. With his dark brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and full lips that invited someone to kiss them, he was gorgeous. He was maybe a hair shorter than Harold, but had the build of a Greek god.

“Let’s see if I can do this properly this time, shall we? Hi. I’m Ryan Winfield. I have a club soda here with your name on it.”

Harold smiled. “Harold Dugan. Thank you for the soda. It’s my favourite actually. Clear, sparkling water, that tastes like absolute heaven when served with a twist of lime.” He was running on at the mouth and blushed. “It’s equally good without lime.”

“How about joining me at a table? I didn’t do well by you when we met, and I’d like to get to know you.” Ryan paused, noticed the wary look on Harold’s face and quickly added, “I’m not trying to get into your pants. I do like you.”

Harold blushed. “Not much to like, but thanks. Um, would you like to go get a bite to eat after these drinks? I didn’t have dinner, and I got my severance money today, so I’ll buy.”

“Sure, I can do with nourishment. Severance huh, were you laid off or something?”

“I quit. They wanted to make a big deal of things I did that made the company profitable. I don’t like being in the spotlight.”

“If I promise I have no devious motive, would you be willing to get takeout and eat at my place? I don’t live too far from the next train station east of here.”

Harold glanced at him. The guy wasn’t looking for sex. “Sure, if you want. There’s a great Fish and Chip place nearby, or Mexican if you prefer spicy. I’m more of a bland eater.”

“Tell you what, since I’m going to be the host, why don’t you buy a pack beer from off sales, and I’ll order a pizza when we get to mine. Any brand is fine by me.”

Harold frowned. “I can afford to feed us. I’ll get the food as well. I’d like your company, but I’m not looking for charity.”

Ryan was surprised as all that tumbled out of Harold. “I never thought of you as a charity case. I was thinking we could split the effort. That way no one feels like he owes the other. Besides, the beer will likely cost more than the pizza anyway. Are we good? Ryan wondered what made this handsome man tick. He can’t say “no” to people, seemed to have a low opinion of himself, and he hated recognition for good things he accomplished. He made a mental note to talk to a psychologist friend of his.

“Maybe I should head home. No need to go through all this trouble anyway.” He drained his club soda and stood up to leave.

“Harold, it isn’t any trouble. We can grab a bite at either of the places you mentioned earlier. Seafood is fine for me as you aren’t a fan of spicy. I’d just like to hang with you. Nothing else, I promise.”

Harold sighed in defeat. “I’ll get the beer, you get pizza. We can grab a taxi to your place if you prefer.”

Ryan didn’t prefer, but he wouldn’t cause poor Harold more anxiety than he was already dripping. “I’ll ask the bartender to call a cab, and order the pizza on the way. Anything you don’t like? Or better still, what’s your favorite?”

Harold grinned. Ryan thought that smile was seldom used, but gorgeous. “Hawaiian with feta cheese on thin crust is awesome.”


About the Author:

HD NelsH.D Nels was born and raised by the Atlantic on the east coast, and has lived a few decades out west near the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Each trip, be it back to visit family or to wander the mountain parks, is always a new adventure. His life has been an adventure, propelled at times by excessive caffeine. He’s met many interesting people from around the world, some of whom stimulated his imagination.

Some of that stimulation spilled out in a desire to write.

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Rent by Luke Jameson

Happy Friday, book lovers!

Today, I’m thrilled to share this hot new release for you from my Twitter-buddy, Luke Jameson!

Read on for the cover and blurb — and then click on a buy link to get your copy!


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Rent’s due, and Joe’s bank balance hovers perilously close to zero.

Desperate for cash, Joe hustles until he finds not just one man to satisfy, but a room full of hungry, powerful men in our nation’s capital. These men make laws that govern us all, and hide their true desires from everyone – except Joe.

Determined to extract every dollar he can from the corrupt elite, he dances his way into their fantasies, putting on a show that leaves them begging for release.

Joe and a fellow dancer put on a sizzling performance no one in the voyeuristic audience will ever forget. One night on stage doing what we all do in private guarantees he’ll never have problems making rent again.

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Gay Incest Erotica Bundle by Sky Boss

Sky Boss has a hot 4-pack bundle of gay incest erotica stories — and it’s on sale right now!

Head on over to Smashwords to pick up your copy — and use coupon code MM58M to get 55% off! (Deal is only good for the month of January 2018!)


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Four sexy stories spanning 17,000+ words of horny gay incest encounters between fathers, sons, boyfriends and grandfathers.

In Dad Seduces Scally Lad, horny father Tom convinces his son Andy to dump his clingy girlfriend and make love with a real man, his old man!

In Seduced by my Son’s Boy Friend, Craig doesn’t suspect his Dad is gay, in fact his Dad never lusted after Craig until he got sucked off by Craig’s best friend, Ethan! Now he’s started to develop these urges towards his own son that are freaking him out! When Ethan and Craig announce that they’re an item, Mr Evans finds himself tricked by Ethan into a horny dark liaison with his own son.

In Falling for my Sexy Son, Dad never found guys attractive until Kevin came home from university. Kevin isn’t any ordinary guy, he’s a guy that Dad made into a guy! He raised Kevin into the man he is and suddenly he feels pride (or is it lust?) deep in his loins whenever he looks at Kevin.

In Spit Roasted by Dad & Granddad, Joe returns home from backpacking in South East Asia thinking he’s all grown up! Dad & Granddad will have to teach him a couple of things about being a man.

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Dancing Men by Adira August

Another day, another hot book! Read on for the blurb, cover, and excerpt of Dancing Men, by Adira August!

We’ve had Adira here on the blog a couple times before — this new book, Dancing Men is a follow-up to Matchstick Men and a sort of follow-up (meaning, same characters/universe) of On His Knees.

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!

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Blurb:

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.

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Excerpt:

5:25pm  penance

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.

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About Adira August:

adira-augustTYPOS 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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