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2022: Year of the Book 📚

I’ve got a good feeling about this year…

She says as she throws salt over her shoulder, knocks on wood, and makes a giant plate of black-eyed peas.

Okay, so I’m cautiously optimistic…but fingers crossed 2022 is a good one for us all! I did want to take a second to look back on my books in 2021…

What were your favorite Adora Crooks books in 2021? Your favorite cover? Your favorite couple (or throuple)?

Click here to cast your vote!

Finally, I want to give you a look into my 2022 release schedule…here’s what I have in the plans!

March 2022: Doctor All-Nighter. This is a standalone m/f romantic comedy featuring a playboy doctor and his annoyed neighbor next door…plus Donovan makes an appearance as the best friend April 2022: Protecting His Finch: I released this story in the “Killing Me Softly” anthology, and soon it will hit the shelves all on its own. It’s a m/f romantic suspense with a mafia princess and a bodyguard.May 2022: I plan to release a sequel to Protecting His Finch, only this one will be an MMF romantic suspense. It involves two military boys, a treasure hunt, and a tropical paradise.

Food for thought…

I also have a few stories banging around inside my head and I’m not sure WHEN they’ll be released, but here you go…

Untitled Dark Romance: This is a 3-book MMF series. Think: Sierra Simone’s Thornchapel. It involves a secret S&M club, billionaires, scandal, and so much manipulation.Paranormal Reverse Harem: This is WAY off the beaten-path for me, but I have an idea nagging at me. Vampires, werewolves, demons, oh my…obviously with some m/m and potentially f/f as well.What stories are you interested in? What are you looking forward to most? Reply to this email and let me know or click below to vote!

I hope you have an excellent start to your 2022!

XOXO,
Adora

Holiday Extravaganza

I rounded up my favorite newly released holiday menage, reverse harem, and poly romances…just for you!

All I Want For Christmas is Them by Adora Crooks (FREE): https://amzn.to/3oVrOXXThud by Skye MacKinnon ($2.99): https://amzn.to/3239qo6Christmas Triad by K.C. Crowne ($0.99): https://amzn.to/3FYGrR4Sleigh Bells & Mistletoe by Maya Riley ($3.99): https://amzn.to/31YEkOSMy Christmas Cock-Up by Mika Lane ($2.99): https://amzn.to/3lQmc07Nanny for the Santas by Cassie Cole ($0.99): https://amzn.to/31QQh9rRebels Without a Claus Anthology ($3.99): https://amzn.to/3DQocMcGood Girl Christmas by Sam Hall ($2.99): https://amzn.to/30sAT2dThe Knotty List by Maya Nicole ($2.99): https://amzn.to/3q220tPThe Alphas’ Christmas Mate by Kate Richards ($3.99): https://amzn.to/33pwWfDWinter Huntress by M. Sinclair ($4.99): https://amzn.to/3pX90rRThe Monster’s Naughty List by R.L. Caulder ($3.99): https://amzn.to/3227Tip

If you think there are books missing, let me know in the comments and I’ll add them to the list!

Have a happy and safe holiday season!
XOXO,
Adora

All I Want for Christmas is Them is Live!

It’s here! “All I Want for Christmas is Them” is live and ready for you to dive into it!

This book features Otto, the son from the previous “Truth or Dare” books. He’s all grown up and celebrating Christmas with his girlfriend Naomi and his best friend, Diego.

Plus, Jason, Donovan, and Kenzi have a moment or two of their own

Before you get started, here’s a couple things to know about this book…

It’s technically a standalone, but it contains -big- spoilers from the “Truth or Dare” series. If you haven’t read those books yet and don’t want to be spoiled, you might want to check them out first.This story deals a bit with grief, as one of the characters lost his mother prior to Christmas. If that’s a little too heavy for you, no stress! You can skip this one.While we’re on trigger warnings — in case you didn’t realize, this is an MMF (bisexual menage) romance! Which means there are m/m scenes as well as group MMF scenes. And lots of steam

And that’s it! This book was honestly so much fun to write. I’ll give you a sneak peek into the characters because I can’t wait for you to meet (and re-meet) them…

Otto is all grown up — no longer the shy little boy from the first books! He has a new lease on life and he’s a bold, brave, and proud bisexual man these days.

Naomi is his tattooed, devil-may-care girlfriend who works part time in a tattoo shop, part time in a coffee shop. They have a vibrant, explosive relationship built on trust.

Diego is Otto’s best friend since childhood. He’s a doctor and honestly the biggest sweetheart you’ll ever meet.

As for the parents (yes, they have their own POVs too), Kenzi is living out her childhood dreams owning a record shop, Jason is everyone’s favorite DILF and TV doctor, and Donovan is, as always, making life far harder for himself than it needs to be.

I can’t say much more without spoiling a few fun surprises…but I hope you pick this one up and enjoy it! It’s only $0.99 for now and it won’t be at that price for long, so snag it while you can.

Download Your Copy Today!

Happy holidays!
Adora Crooks

Pre-Order Your MMF Holiday Romance 💕

I have one big announcement…

You’re now looking at a USA Today Bestselling author!

That’s right…Killing Me Softly hit the USAT Bestsellers List! I’m absolutely floored by the love everyone showed this anthology. I’m so grateful to readers like YOU who made this possible, so a big, big, BIG thank you to everyone who purchased, reviewed, and spread the word about this anthology.

Now I’ve got a title to live up to…time to release more books!

I’ve got a little “holiday treat” for you guys. I did NOT plan on writing this book…my idea was that I was just going to write a quick little holiday short with the characters from the “Truth or Dare” series.

And then I fell in love with the characters!

On Dec 14th, I’m releasing a special holiday MMF romance, All I Want for Christmas is Them. It takes place almost 20 years after the “Truth or Dare” series. Otto (yes, Kenzi’s sweet son!) is all grown up. He’s taking his girlfriend out for a special holiday concert, and his best friend, Diego, tags along.

When the weather gets cold, the three of them get toasty.

Donovan, Jason, and Kenzi make (big) appearances. It’s a standalone, so it can technically be read on its own, but this story is really meant for you guys — the true Truth or Dare Duet fans.

Spoiler alert: Jason is a total DILF

Click here to claim your copy for only $0.99!

By the way — if you haven’t already, you should join my crew in the private FB Group the Menage Mayhem Club. I talk about my books there, plus I give you a “behind the curtains” view of the writing experience.

Just the other day, I polled my members and asked for advice for a steamy Jason & Donovan scene in All I Want For Christmas is Them and dropped an exclusive sneak preview of the scene in the Facebook Group

That’s all for now! I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season!

Stay tuned, stay safe, and stay merry!

XOXO,
Adora

Holiday Sale – 6 Romances / All $0.99!

All I Want for Christmas is Them…

THE MORE THE MERRIER holiday sale! 6 bestselling Adora Crooks m/m/f ménage romances, each book only $0.99!

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The Doctor’s Truth (Second Chance)https://amzn.to/3GJDgxY
Truth or Dare (Single Mom)https://amzn.to/2Q8kaw3
The Royal’s Pet (British Royalty)https://amzn.to/3appHoE
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Mr. Hollywood’s Secret (Fake Fiancée)https://amzn.to/3EwIg6S

Brooding bodyguards, bossy bullies, dominant doctors, and heartwarming happy-ever-afters. Scandal, seduction, and

If you enjoy menage, reverse harem or poly romances, you may want to join my FB Group or Menage Mayhem newsletter where you can get the latest menage stories every Tuesday

A New Menage Romance Book Club

If there’s one thing this past year taught me, it’s that there’s nothing more important than having a close-knit community.

Even in the worst days of pandemic lockdown, I always knew I had people I could turn to, and I felt very grateful for that.

I’ve decided to take that spirit and create a community of my own for readers and authors like me and you!

Welcome to Menage Mayhem, a community for readers and authors of menage, reverse harem, and poly romances.

Every Tuesday, I’ll launch an email with my favorite book recommendations, which includes discounts and new releases.

As well, you can join the FB Community to join the crew of friendly, like-minded folks to recommend your favorite books, discuss your favorite throuples, and just have fun!

Click here to join the email listClick here to join the FB GroupClick here to Like the FB Page

Emails only go out every Tuesday, so you won’t get bogged down with them

Have a great weekend and reach out if you have any questions!

XOXO,
Adora

How Romance Books Saved My Life

Something you might not know about me — I currently live in what is (in my opinion) the best city in the world, New Orleans.

If you’ve been watching the news, you’ll know that New Orleans just got hit by a Cat 4 hurricane, Ida.

I wasn’t able to evacuate, so my wife and our two dogs were forced to hunker down for the storm. It was scary, and we had to set up at the bottom of our stairs with water, lamps, and supplies.

We were one of the lucky ones; we were unharmed and didn’t have any damage to our house. But while the storm was pounding, the wind roaring, and the panels of the house creaking like an old ship, I did what I do best; I escaped into a book.

I’ve been catching up on the classics, and I read “The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty”, an erotic novel by Anne Rice written under the pen name A. N. Roquelaure.

It’s a spicy book and I was a bundle of anxiety and not in that “mood”, but Anne Rice has a special ability to weave words together in a way that completely transports you to another world.

And that’s where I wanted to be. Somewhere else.

Books have always been my portal to escape. If ever I was uncomfortable or anxious or scared, my first means of defense has always been to pick up a book.

During Ida, I escaped into Anne Rice’s world. When I was in New York for 9/11, I sat under my father’s desk and read Lemony Snicket. As I navigated my awkward middle school years, I spent free periods devouring Brian Jacques’ entire Redwall series.

Books have, quite literally, saved my life in so many situations. When I write my own books, I hope that I can give the reader that same feeling of being transported to a different life, no matter what you’re going through.

If you’re an avid reader too, you can click here access my own books. Take a look, browse the digital shelves, and give yourself the freedom to step into someone else’s shoes.

Take care and stay safe!

XOXO,
Adora

A Mother’s Day Giveaway!

It’s the most mother-ful time of the year!

I wanted to do something special for Mother’s Day this year…for two reasons:

My latest book features a single-mother, and single moms deserve some love!My biggest supporter of my romance writing career has been…my mother!

I certainly know a lot of people who would hide the fact that they wrote steamy stories from their family…but my family has always been the accepting sort.

And my mom loves my books so much, she doesn’t just accept them…she started an Adora Crooks book club!

I’m forever grateful to my biggest fan…happy Mother’s Day, mom!

In honor, I wanted to do a special giveaway today. Scroll down and click the link below for your chance to win a signed copy of my paperback romance duet, Truth or Dare!

This duet features Kenzi, Donovan & Jason’s stories (“The Bully’s Dare” and “The Doctor’s Truth”) in one complete package.

Except now, you can get it in paperback. And signed by moi. Pretty cool, right?

The giveaway is only available for people in the US (sorry!). Other than that, all you have to do is hit the button below.

This time next week, I’ll pick a winner at random and reach out via email

Click Here for Your Chance to Win!

Just to reiterate, you can win:

A signed paperbackCompletely free (I’ll take care of shipping)Only available to people in the USA

Just click here to enter

Plus, you can click here to get a copy of your own on Amazon.

Happy Mother’s Day, and have a great weekend!
Adora

Truth or dare…?

I dare you to go on a date with a bully.

The Bully’s Dare is FREE for a limited time on Amazon!

“Truth or dare, Trouble?”

Jason King is the worst. Cocky. Arrogant. He thinks he’s the king of Hannsett Island. Until Kenzi arrives. She teams up with the quiet loner Donovan to take Jason down. But the chemistry between the three of them changes the rules of the game…and alters the rest of their lives…

Free on Amazon

Add to your GoodReads TBR

Plus, you can pre-order the sequel, The Doctor’s Truth.

That means you can get the complete series right now for only $0.99.

A little bit about The Bully’s Dare…it’s based on some real life experiences.

I spent summers on a boat in Long Island. As a NYC kid, my family was lucky enough to escape to Long Island every summer. We’d live on a sailboat and take sailing trips along the coast.

The laundry room Kenzi and Donovan smoke in, the pool they swim in, and the restaurant with a view of the marina — all real places.

Hannsett Island is fictional, but it’s loosely based on Block Island, a place we’d visit regularly.

I have a lot of great memories of playing on the beach, spending hours in the small corner bookstore, and taking our annual family pictures in front of the local ice cream shop.

I fell in love with Block Island, and I hope you get to fall in love with Hannsett Island in the same way

Happy reading, and have a good week!

XOXO,
Adora Crooks

Can’t You Hear Me Knocking?

Read on for a short steamy story!

This is how it starts:

I’m riding my boyfriend (now ex) in my bed at 2 am. We’ve got the TV going in the background—some really bad late night horror movie—mostly to drown out the sound of our neighbors next door. My walls are toilet-paper thin and we can hear everything. The guy (dubbed 207 for his apartment number) isn’t bad—he’s actually got a really nice, low grunt that slips out at just the right moments. It’s his girlfriend I can’t stand, or girlfriends, since it seems to be some new scream queen every night. 207 is blaring the Rolling Stones (Can’t You Hear Me Knocking?) like we’re in a college dorm room, but his girl is going off like a freight train. I decide if you can’t beat them, join them, and start shouting as I ride my (ex-)boyfriend’s cock. There’s something to be said about faking it until you make it, because I cum hard that night, and every night after as 207 and I get bigger and louder, trying to out do each other.

Weeks later, I’m freshly back on the market, lingering in a sex-starved rut (207 has also been quiet for days, it must be contagious), when the fire alarm goes off. It’s a drill, but we don’t know that until we’ve been waiting in the cold for about fifteen minutes. The guy standing next to me, waiting, is wearing nothing but boxer shorts. I’ve got a blanket wrapped around my shoulders and I offer him a corner. Party because he looks cold, party because he’s tall, fit, but not overly so, with just enough muscle to lightly define his arms and chest and copper-brown hair. He smiles—a charming, cute smile—takes the corner with a thanks.

After a second of silence, he starts humming to defuse the awkward situation. Can’t You Hear Me Knocking?

I bark a laugh. “Oh, shit,” I say. “You’re 207.”

He blinks at me. “I’m sorry?”

“I’m your neighbor,” I tell him. “I can hear you…playing Rolling Stones all night.”

It clicks. He gives me a stupid, crooked grin. “Sorry. I’ll try to keep it down.” And then he adds, almost like he’s setting up for a review, “You like the Stones?”

I crinkle my nose. “I’m more of a Beatles girl.”

“Tough audience,” he says. Our shoulders brush and I don’t know if it’s my dry spell or the secret smile in his eyes, but the hair on his bare arm electrifies me.

Twenty minutes later, we walk each other upstairs and break at our respective apartment doors. “Let’s keep this conversation going in morse code,” he says before he heads inside and I laugh. It’s not all that funny, but he’s cute and my heart is hammering a mile a minute, day dreaming about pulling those low-throated moans from him with his bottom lip between my teeth.

I’m about to go into my own apartment, but I stop with my key in the lock. Well. Who knows when the next fire drill will be. I don’t think about it, I just knock on the door marked 207. He answers—still boxer clad—in seconds. “I was wondering,” I ask, tilting my hips, “If you could play that song again.”

He smirks. A shark’s smile. “I think I can do that,” he says and takes me by the arm, pulling me inside. The door shuts behind me and he pushes me up against it; our foreheads touch and I feel my breath ricochet off his lips as I laugh. I don’t know his name, I don’t know what he does for a living, I don’t know if he’s someone’s husband or boyfriend, but somehow I feel comfortable here, like I’ve known him forever. He fits me like a winter sweater—snug and warm—and our bodies knock together, trading heat. My shirt rides up and his bare abdomen feels smooth and hard against mine, making me crave him. I close the gap between our lips and drink him in like a woman starved, my tongue swiping over his, flicking the tip. That gets a little impatient jerk from his hips and I would take more satisfaction from that if it wasn’t followed by one of his deep grunts.

That noise—it does something to me. Makes my insides clench and my breath catch; I can feel my panties getting uncomfortably wet and my thighs squeeze together. “I want you,” I beg, breathlessly, and I’m surprised by how weak I sound for him suddenly.

“Me too,” he says, and even in my fog of lust I can tell that he means it. The thin fabric of his boxers is doing nothing to cover the very obvious erection tenting vulgarly, demanding attention. His hands are on me now, lips and teeth sucking at the sensitive skin on my neck as he fumbles with my shirt until he just rips it open in one clean yank. I can hear a couple buttons clatter to the floor and I might be pissed about that later by right now, his hunger just makes my thighs press tighter together around my swollen, throbbing clit. I’m not wearing a bra underneath—I gave up on trying to make more of my tiny tits long ago—but the second he notices this he grabs them—soft, perky handfuls in his hands.

“I want to hear you moan,” he growls thickly against my neck.

I can’t help it—I have to make it hard on him. It’s that same challenge that kept us beating the wall between us to death with our headboards; that double-dog-dare spark that keeps me defiant and bold. I bite my lip and grin wickedly at him. “Make me.”

It lights up his eyes—challenge accepted. His hands work the button and zipper of my pants, then my panties, and he pushes them down my legs, his foot tugging both down the rest of the way. I’m in nothing but a haphazardly torn-open shirt now, back against the door, feeling sexy and wanted and wanting.

“You’re even hotter than I imagined you’d be,” he says. His eyes drink me in, his breath short, and he reaches down to give his needy cock a squeeze through the fabric. That sight alone is almost enough to pull a whimper from me, but I button it back with my bottom lips between my teeth.

And then he’s on me. His hand cups over my pussy as my legs part for him and I can barely stop myself from grinding against his palm. He doesn’t let me off the hook, however; he keeps me hovering there and just teases two fingers against my slit. I let out a breathy, frustrated sound and I can hear how wet I am, that slick, sticky sound as his talented fingers work me. His hits my clit and a deep ache shoots through me like a bolt. I gasp, but before my lungs expand his fingers are inside of me. I’m panting like a dog, my mouth open, stupidly, and I buck against his hand.  I’m vaguely aware that anyone walking by us now will be able to hear the door near rattling off its hinges, but that’s not what’s on my mind right now. There’s nothing on my mind right now, just him, him, and more of him.

I finally let go of that coveted moan and he rewards me with a strong kiss before pulling his fingers back. I feel empty without his fingers; my mouth feels dry and I drink him in, my arms wrapping around his shoulders, my legs climbing his hips like a tree. “I need you,” I murmur, peppering kisses over his face, down his neck.

He responds with new yearning in his kiss as his hands slip under my ass and he carries both of us deeper into his apartment, into his bedroom. I shrug out of my shirt completely, dropping it on his couch or his floor or somewhere. He eases us down and I feel my back hit the soft fabric of his bed. I cling to him, nails in his back to keep him close, and undulate under him, body hot and desperate. He drops his boxers, letting his hard cock swing free, and it’s impressive. I feel myself lick my lips like a predator at the sight.

“Stay there,” he murmurs—like I’m going anywhere—and he has to pry me off of him in order to sit up. I flop back on his bed and finally take in the surroundings—white and clean (thank God) sheets, a stuffed bookshelf, some Roy Lichtenstein poster hanging on the far wall. He perches on the edge of the bed to dig through his bedside table and I take the opportunity to sit up. There’s a stereo stuck up on a shelf over the bed—ah, the stereo—and I flick it on, press play. Sure enough, the Rolling Stones’ guitar riff swells through the room.

207 lifts his eyebrows at me as he plucks a condom from the bedside table and I shrug. “Wouldn’t feel right without it.”

The corner of his mouth quirks in a smile and he says, “I think we’d make it work.” He’s back on top of me again, his sheer presence pushing me down, making me flatten out against the mattress again. His lips are on mine and it’s like he’s reached deep up into some secret, hidden spot inside of me and flicked a switch; I’m burning again, melting into a puddle of pure want under his kiss.

He shifts on top of me and then I feel it; his cock presses deep inside of me, filling my ache, and I feel like I might cum right then and there. He uses his palms to prop himself up above me, and he finds his rhythm. I can tell he’s trying to go slow at first, trying to let me settle, but when I press my hips back against his, it’s all the encouragement he needs.

He starts pounding into me, his hips slapping against mine, and it unlocks something inside of me. I’m panting, sweating, arching my body up against his, and all I can think of is getting more, more, more, even when I feel filled to the brim, even when I feel completely overwhelmed. His breath comes ragged, his skin heats up against mine, and I can feel myself quickly reaching that taut, sharp peak. Right when I’m vibrating on the edge, my body quaking, my thighs locked around his hips, he reaches down and starts flicking my sensitive, pink little clit. That’s all it takes—I scream, a scream that rips out of my chest and through my whole body as I cum. I’m still reeling, spinning out when I feel him shudder and jerk against me, groaning loudly into my shoulder.

When I start to catch my breath, the weight of his body is warm and comfortable on top of me. I slip my fingers into his hair and feel his heart slow against mine. We stay like that for a long while, just breathing, before I say, “You know what?”

“What?” he asks.

I don’t even know your name, I’m about to say. But instead, I fall asleep in his arms to the deep, jagged edge of Mick Jagger’s voice.