Release Day Excerpt: Adonis Line, by Dakota Gray

[fa icon="calendar"] Mar 11, 2019 10:34:55 AM / by Suzanne

AdonisLine2FINALDakota Gray (AKA Melissa Blue) writes some truly excellent filth. In fact, that's the name of the series in which her latest release (out TODAY!) exists. The Filth series started with Perv, which is about a man who lives to go down. The heroes are also pretty darn anti-hero-y, so Dakota Gray wrote a thread about the genesis of this latest book, Adonis Line, and how she wrote it while reading all the #metoo news. We also interviewed her a while back, if you want to read more about her other books!

Today we're sharing an excerpt from Adonis Line, which is already on my Kindle due to judicious pre-ordering. You'll probably want to get it while it's just $2.99.

Oh, you want to know what the book is about? Fiiiine. Here's the blurb:

I’m a saint. On paper.

I have a stable job as a personal trainer. My side hustle involves taking people out on hikes and pushing them to their limits. I love my friends and family equally.

Every now and again, I need the itch between my shoulder blades branded with scratch marks.

I’m haunted by that phantom ache when Nina Williams walks into my life to hire me for a hiking contest. Killer, dimpled smile, potty mouth, sharp mind and a confidence that makes me want to beg.

She doesn’t want to want me. Yet, with a past as complicated and dark as mine, we’re destined to cross every line she puts in place.

If I were truly a good guy, I would have wished her luck and turned her away.

But how can I? That nameless thing inside me that feeds on sex, adventure and the promise of redemption just got invited to play.

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“What else do you want to know?”

I have to swallow down my past even though I want to know everything about his. I meet his gaze. “The obvious.”

“Feels like ten inches in the right position.”

I move over to my bed, pick up a pillow and throw it at him. He catches it, a bigger smile creasing his laugh lines. “Then ask me what seems obvious.”

He rises from his bed. The towel doesn’t move an inch. I meet his gaze. It’s open, inviting, no shadows. Tarek is serious, serious. He wants me to ask him questions that poke and prod and expose him.

My heart will never slow now. “How did you get the scars on your shins?”

He draws closer, crowding my space and everything in me grows tight from anticipation. He cups my cheek. The rough pads of his palms graze my skin. I shiver.

He murmurs, “Car accident. I had a Honda Accord. He had a Tahoe. My legs were pinned under the steering wheel. Lucky to be alive and luckier to walk again.”

His answer throws a single thought into my mind. “Your physical therapist inspired you to become a personal trainer?”

“My PT was an unfeeling dick. I had an appointment around the same time as this vet, Marco. He’d talk mad shit to me. He’d lost a leg and an arm and was learning to use prosthetics. I wanted him to shut the fuck up. He did, when I finally walked again. He now runs a PT business for vets. I volunteer every once in a while, when he needs me.”

Would the Tarek I know pay it forward? Yes. There were so many women on his Insta, and a good portion of them were older black women who could be his grandma.

I notch my chin lower. “Is this your new sex pitch?”

He snorts, dropping his hand to his towel. “No.”

The towel hits the floor. Tarek Hunter stands before me naked. My focus drops down to the space between his thighs.



Fuck me blind.

The veins in his cock crisscross the shaft. The girth of bulbous tip makes me bite my lip from how bad I want to taste it. I’ve never thought dicks could be beautiful. They can be enticing. I can look at one and practically feel them inside me, stretching me already. I just want the pleasure to lick his. I can only say, “Better pitch.”


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