The Little Death (The Erotic Mysteries of Dorian Gray) by Adalind Winters

I hope you’re having a wonderful summer so far, my lovelies! It’s been hot here in the east, and it’s about to get a whole lot hotter with our latest release (and debut novel) from Adalind Winters! And the best part is Adalind’s first book can be borrowed for free from Kindle Prime:

The Little DeathTitle: THE LITTLE DEATH

Author: Adalind Winters

Series: The Erotic Mysteries of Dorian Gray

Oscar Wilde’s classic tale of lust and depravity was only a footnote in a much darker story…

Detective Dash Chandler of the NYPD is called out to the scene of a gruesome murder at a local BDSM club. The murders are strangely ritualistic…and familiar. So familiar, in fact, that they appear to mimic that of history’s most famous serial killer: Jack the Ripper. When further murders start turning up, Dash is convinced darker forces are at work. What’s more, the sly and seductive owner of the club, Mr. Dorian Gray, insists the murders are being committed by an immortal monster with an eye toward instigating the apocalypse. He knows because he is part of the same circle of cursed immortals. Mr. Gray is tall and beautiful, and he holds a kind of hypnotic charm over everyone he encounters. It isn’t long before Dash finds himself falling fast…but is he falling in love, or merely falling under Mr. Gray’s spell?

A brand new romantic gothic erotica series from Courtesan Press.

Excerpt:

“This way,” Dorian said, unlocking the door.

Detective Chandler gave the room a dubious once over, but Dorian wasn’t insulted. He would have been disappointed in the detective if he hadn’t been more cautious. The walls of the room were wainscoted, and there were plush, forest green velvet furnishings and heavy drapery on the windows. Pictures dotted the walls, though none but one meant anything to him. Most had been picked up at auctions or gotten through trade. He had chosen mostly portraiture, the subjects languishing like white swans on divans or sitting like nymphs on swings in deep forests. There was even a triptych of nude forest maidens dancing with silken scarves around one of the old gods with his buck’s head and cloven feet.

“I promise I don’t bite…unless you ask very nicely,” Dorian said with his utmost charming smile.

“Do you always do that?” the detective asked, staring at the triptych with something that was either fascination or horror.

“What’s that, detective?”

“Flirt with every man you meet.”

“Only, I assure you, the more fuckable ones.”

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