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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:

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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:

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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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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.”

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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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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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