Sunday, 31 December 2017

The Stark Divide (Liminal Sky #1) by J. Scott Coatsworth

284 pages
Publisher: DSP Publications
Buy links: DSP | Amazon US | Amazon UK


Some stories are epic.

The Earth is in a state of collapse, with wars breaking out over resources and an environment pushed to the edge by human greed.

Three living generation ships have been built with a combination of genetic mastery, artificial intelligence, technology, and raw materials harvested from the asteroid belt. This is the story of one of them—43 Ariadne, or Forever, as her inhabitants call her—a living world that carries the remaining hopes of humanity, and the three generations of scientists, engineers, and explorers working to colonize her.

From her humble beginnings as a seedling saved from disaster to the start of her journey across the void of space toward a new home for the human race, The Stark Divide tells the tales of the world, the people who made her, and the few who will become something altogether beyond human.

Humankind has just taken its first step toward the stars.


Some stories are epic indeed. And some stories just keep on getting better and more intriguing with each subsequent chapter and the introduction of every new character. The Stark Divide is such a book.

I’m not entirely sure how useful my review is going to be for dedicated readers of science fiction. I don’t read enough of it to be able to compare and am too flimsy on everything science to give a trustworthy opinion about that aspect for the story. But I can confidently say that as far as the fiction is concerned, this book is phenomenal (or, as the blurb states: epic).

What I loved most about The Stark Divide is that from the start right until the very end the story and the characters in it kept surprising me. Nothing is exactly how it seems and every time I thought I had things figured out a new development or character would throw me for a loop and force me to rethink the assumptions I had made.

The story is told in three parts, showing us how Forever, the new ‘worldlet’ came to be, through its early development to a very unexpected and possibly fatal danger. I found it impossible not to fall and care deeply for the various characters in this story, both human and other. The ungoing growth and development of Forever was fascinating, just as the way in which our Earth was rushing towards its own demise was horrifying — not in the least because that part of the story sounded all too plausible.

This is the sort of tale that will stay with me for days, if not weeks or months, after I’ve finished it because despite it being fiction, it touches on so many issues and potential disasters our world faces at the moment that it is impossible not to draw parallels. While we may not yet have reached the stage where we can create new worlds out of basically ‘nothing’, there is very little else in this book that felt impossible or farfetched to me. In fact, even the sentient new world (boy did I love Lex) made perfect sense to me, despite the fact that the science of it went way over my head.

As for recommending the book. I’ve got a feeling fans of Science fiction will love The Stark Divide; a theory which I’m determined to test on my husband in the not too distant future. But, if like me, you only dip your toe into this genre very occasionally, I have to say that this is a fabulous, fascinating and addictive story, even for those who are, like me, scientifically challenged. While the book doesn’t end on a cliffhanger, exactly, I have to say that I’m already eagerly anticipating the sequel. I’ve got a feeling that Forever’s story, like its world, is only going to grow bigger and more fascinating. 

Wednesday, 20 December 2017

Introducing Sue Meadows and No Stone Unturned Editing Services

And now for something completely different…

You will be used to me sharing my thoughts on the books I read and you may have noticed I frequently post about upcoming releases too. Today however, I’m sharing a post about someone who is very important to me as a writer. Allow me to introduce you to:

Sue Meadows has edited three of the six books I’ve published so far and, while I have no complaints about the other editors I’ve worked with, I have to admit that improving my stories with Sue’s assistance has been both a pleasure and a learning experience. I am already looking forward to working with her again on my next story, early next year.

Sue is an ultimate professional when it comes to her edits, schedule and feedback. But more than that, she has also proven herself to be nothing short of saint as far as working with someone as clueless as I am when it comes to the intricacies of storytelling and the English language, is concerned. I can honestly say that my books would be nowhere near as good and readable as they are, if it hadn’t been for her input.

Just in case you need proof of what I’ve said above, here’s an excerpt from Renewal, the last book she edited for me.


“Where are you going?”

Chris kept his voice soft and his tone mild. He’d woken to find himself alone in bed with Shane standing near the door, pulling on his trousers. The room was dark, only the glow of street lights filtering through the curtains, which meant it had to be the middle of the night.

Everything Chris knew about Shane told him the man spooked easily and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Not until he was sure he had a reason to be upset anyway. He reached out and turned on his bedside light.

“Home.” Shane looked anywhere except at Chris’ face.

“Without waking me up and saying goodbye?” Chris asked, again making sure his voice held no accusatory note, just curiosity.

Even in the faint light from his bedside lamp Chris recognized the heat rushing to Shane’s cheeks. “Maybe I am that big a bastard after all.”

A smile tugged at Chris’ lips as he slowly shook his head. “I don’t think so. Whatever is going on with you right now, I don’t think it has anything to do with you being a bastard.”Please let me be right about that.

Shane opened his mouth to interrupt, but Chris continued before he had a chance.
“I know you’re not going to tell me what is going on, and that’s fine. But don’t be a fool. Stay. Come back to bed and sleep. The fact that you do doesn’t have to mean anything unless you want it to.”

“I don’t get it.” Shane didn’t push his trousers down but, much to Chris’ relief, he made no move to put his shirt on either. “Why are you doing this? What are you getting out of it?”

Now we’re getting to the crux of the matter. “Who says I need to get anything out of you sleeping in my bed?” Chris asked. “You look and sound exhausted. Why does my invitation have to be anything other than an offer to help?”

Shane sat down at the bottom of the bed, his face turned away from Chris. “Because it doesn’t work like that. Not in my life. There’s always a price.”

Chris cursed the fact that he couldn’t see Shane’s expressions. His tone of voice held a distinct note of despair, but without being able to see his face Chris couldn’t be sure he’d heard him right.

“This isn’t just about your life though, is it?” He asked, picking his words carefully despite his sleep-addled brain making it hard to think straight. “I don’t keep tabs. You don’t owe me anything just because I fed you and allowed you to sleep here.” His irritation got the better of him. “Don’t confuse me with someone I’m not.”


And if that is not enough for you and you’d like to read more, you can find a (not really safe for work) excerpt on the Pride Publishing website … right here.

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With five years experience as an editor for Totally Bound/Totally Entwined Group, Sue is now available for full editing services, from structural to final proofread.

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Hunt & Cam Series by Adira August - Series Blast and Review Tour


The sheer number of posts on my blog featuring Hunter Dane, Camden Snow, and the antics they get up to, should tell you how hard I’ve fallen for these two men. So to say I was borderline hysterical when I found out they, together with their creator/transcriber Adira August, would be gracing my blog with a visit, would be a gross understatement. It is therefore my pleasure and honour to invite you to read the following interview with (mostly) Cam and Hunter.

At home with Cam and Hunt

Hunter Dane and Camden Snow kindly agreed to an exclusive interview for “The Way She Reads.” With an ocean separating us and everyone on busy schedules, Adira August offered to have “her boys” over and ask a question I’ve been curious about.

CAM: Could you at least call us “your guys?”

ADDI: And nice to see you, too, Cam. C’mon in.

Cam’s been over a few times, now, so I backed out of my tiny foyer to give him room. He detoured into the kitchen.

CAM: You promised me beer.

ADDI: Hunt’s out getting it. Come sit with me.

He followed me into my living room/office and took his usual seat at one end of my short sofa, one ankle resting on the opposite knee. Dressed in his usual white shirt and blue jeans, he also wore an asymmetrical leather jacket in a deep brown that really set off the startling ice-blue eyes.

CAM: You’re fangirling me, again.

ADDI: No, I’m writering you. I need to set the scene for the readers.

CAM: And I’m the scene?

ADDI: (laughing) Did you ever doubt it? That’s a really nice jacket.

He colored. Even though we were a lot more comfortable with each other now, he was still that shy kid at heart who blushed easily at compliments.

CAM: Birthday present from my mom. It’s quilted inside for winter.

He held it open to show me the dark red lining.

ADDI: Very nice, looks great on you. So, I’d like to get started before Hunt comes back.

CAM: (frowns) I thought we should wait for him.

ADDI: No, I want to ask a question about him and you won’t feel free to answer if he’s here.

He switched from relaxed kid to hard-assed Dom so fast my neck cricked and I hadn’t moved my head.

CAM: I’m not gossiping about Hunter for the amusement of a bunch of strangers. Or for any other reason.

ADDI: It’s Helena’s question and you haven’t heard it, yet.

CAM: (relaxes a little) Oh. Okay, well, if it’s Helena … what’s the question?

ADDI: You and Hunt “met” - sort of - in the doorway of Scene and Not Heard some time before he went to his knees for you. He told me that story. But you obviously had feelings for him before he did that. Only, he avoided you from the moment you met in the doorway until he finally knelt, however long that was –

CAM: 28 months.

ADDI: Seriously? That long?

CAM: My first time at the club was the last Friday in June, 2014.  They finished my house and I moved in that week. Hunter—[he cleared his throat]—Hunter knelt for me October 28th, 2016. It was a Friday.

ADDI: I didn’t know that. The question is: How did you become so …

CAM: Do not say “infatuated.”

ADDI: -connected. How did you develop so much affection for him if you never, or barely, spoke in all that time?

He blew out a breath and his head dropped back on the couch. I waited for him to decide to tell me. He started talking without raising his head.

CAM: I was hiking one time, up past Nederland. It was early morning. Really quiet. It rained during the night and the leaves and everything were soft and I didn’t make any noise. So, I come around a boulder and I’m face-to-face with this buck. Big. Maybe 14 points. His head up, eyes huge and dark and shining. His whole body tense, like a coiled spring. I just wanted to look at him forever there, in that light, you know? All that power and grace, frozen in place, connected to me. Then he was gone.

He lifted his head to look at me.

CAM: That was Hunter, in the doorway of the club. I didn’t even know his name. I went home that night and did the snow leopard.

ADDI:  … Did you ever paint the buck?

The door opened and Hunter came in with a six-pack in one hand and a bag of crunchies under his arm. Why do some men hate shopping bags so much? I wondered.

HUNT: Hey, Ad.

I waved and he threw a can of beer at Cam by way of greeting, followed by the bag of snacks. Cam caught each one deftly, the can with his right hand, the bag with his left. Hunt grinned at him and disappeared into the kitchen.

Cam colored and ducked his head for a second and looked at me from under his lashes. A plea.

Hunt came back with a beer and plopped down at the other end of the sofa.

HUNT: So what’re you guys talking about?

ADDI: Hiking spots.

HUNT: Ah. Chaos Canyon, you ever do that? Not difficult, but the cascades are fantastic during snowmelt …

He went on and Cam shot me a grateful look. And we talked about mountain adventures and the best times to avoid tourists and no one mentioned the words “love at first sight.” Shopping bags aren’t the only things some men would rather do without. 

Meet Hunter Dane and Camden Snow


Title: On His Knees (#1 Cam & Hunter 4Ever)

Author: Adira August

Publisher: RedDeer

Length: 13k words/76 Kindle pages

Genres: Contemporary gay, BDSM, erotica


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. 

A frank exploration of the D/s dynamic between two powerful men. Consensual. Adult. Intense.

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK


Cam massaged Hunt’s ring, around and around, pressed in the center, went back to massage. "I'm going to prepare you because I'm going to shove my cock into you later, Hunter. And you really are tight. Rumor is you're a virgin." 

With a few drops of oil, he lubricated the wooden butt plug. The teardrop-shaped top, shiny and very smooth, became almost too slippery to hold. Cam was going to fuck Hunter until he screamed, as was necessary, but he didn’t want to injure him when he did. The plug would serve to stretch him, as well as be a constant reminder of his helplessness.

Every strike across his ass would move the plug, massaging, stimulating, opening him. Cam’s dick jerked hard at the thought. 

He spread Hunter’s cheeks. A low choking sound came from Hunter, but he submitted immediately when he felt the nose of the plug in the center of his hole and Cam spun the slick, cool surface against him. 

He inserted it slowly, Hunt groaning a soft oh, God at the widest point. Pausing there, Cam turned the plug in place, rocking it slightly, knowing this sub needed time to fully experience his degradation and powerlessness. 

A series of small, muffled sounds testified to Hunt’s mortification and arousal, suffering and need. When Hunter quieted and his body went fully slack in surrender, Cam slipped the plug all the way in. Hunter’s sphincter contracted around the wide stem. 

A muffled moan - Cam smiled knowing Hunter had just realized how open he would remain. Good. The sound, the squirm, the sight of the big man laid out before him - Cam’s fist closed around his own fiery cock and squeezed hard. But only for a moment. He was going to need all his energy, and the drive that came from frustration. 

Uncurling his fingers from the handle that nestled between Hunter’s full round buttocks, Cam massaged and squeezed him over the plug handle. Satisfied Hunt would remain pliant, Cam picked up the oil. 

It was time to break Hunter Dane.  

Read my Review here: On His Knees


Title: Matchstick Men: Hunter Dane Investigation 1
(Book 2 of 3 in the HuntandCan4ever series)

Author: Adira August

Publisher: RedDeer

Genre/s: Police Procedural, Murder Mystery, Contemporary Gay Erotica, BDSM

Length: 48k words/ 274 pages

Congratulations to Adira August on her nomination in this year's

Goodreads M/M Romance Best BDSM category.


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.

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK


Cam was quiet for a long time, tracing the shape of my pec with his finger. It made me feel restless. "Are you making an assumption?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I'm just stating the probabilities. I'll know more after I talk to Chez and Sherrilynne later." He wriggled around and I shifted uncomfortably. "You okay?"

He tilted his head back to get a better view of me. "The windows are tinted."

"I - what?"

"The seats totally recline."

"Cam," I said. Sternly, I thought.

"You're hard," he said wriggling again. His eyes were big, the arctic blue giving way to black pupil.

He was being ridiculous. "That’s just physiology. I'm working."

He reached for the lever and my seat went almost completely flat. "You're at lunch."

"I don't have time," I felt my voice tighten.

"Five minutes, tops," he said. "It'll just feel a lot longer.

Damn kid …

He braced himself against the door, took me under the arms and shoved the top of me onto the back seat.

I heard him lower my zipper and felt the rush of cold air against over my erection before I felt his hand.

"Cam - "

He rose up over me, bracing himself on his hands on either side of the seat. He gave me a lopsided grin and a hard stare.

"You have something to say, sub?"

Sonuvabitch! My cock jerked and throbbed.

He lowered his lips to my ear, his warm breath heating the blood rushing to my gut. "You're a slut at heart, you know."

He slid down between my legs. Insinuating his fingers through the flap in my briefs, he freed me.

"Tell you what," he said, eyes glinting. "If you lie very still and don't make any noise, I'll think about letting you come, this time."

He was referring to last Friday, when he tortured me with his mouth just before I left the club and didn't get me off. I had to finish myself in the car in the sub-basement of police headquarters. I couldn't walk, otherwise.

"Put your hands behind your head so I can see your face. I love watching you suffer." He smiled and touched my slit gently with a fingertip.

I swallowed my groan and complied. The action lifted and opened my leather jacket. He could see the Colt in the shoulder holster. He licked his lips.

"If you come before I tell you, if you come in my mouth, you will present yourself to me tonight for discipline. Do you understand?"

I felt precum gush. He slipped a thumb over my cockhead. Spreading it. Bastard. "Yes, Cam."

He lowered his wet, hot mouth onto me. And then there were no cars in the drive-thru or pulling into parking spaces. No people or voices or murders to be solved. There was just Cam and the mystery of his tongue and lips and hands and teeth. His throat.

His eyes glittered with malicious delight, fixed on my pleading ones as his mouth and fingers worked me over. I watched him do it because he required me to. He watched me watching him because it excited him. In less than a minute, I was desperate for restraint. For a gag. For release.

And he was just getting started.


Cam looked out the window, leaving me to myself while I drove us through the quiet dark of the Capitol Hill streets. I wondered why this killer wasn't perfectly obvious to me. I wondered if it was impossible for me to see them, being so close that everything blurred at the edges and melded together.

"Did anyone ever tell you, you think too much?" Cam asked.

"Did anyone ever not?"

"Take the next alley," he told me.

"What? Why?"

"You need to stop thinking."
"Cam," I put a warning in my voice. "There's not much time-"

The bastard grabbed the wheel and cranked it hard right.



I lifted my foot off the gas, or tried to. He had his left hand on my thigh just above my knee, digging in, pressing down.

"Stop it, goddamn it!"

"Pull into that parking lot."

"Alright! Just let go, for Christ's sake!"

He released me instantly and sat back. I managed to miss the light pole and the dumpster and slide into a parking space behind a converted Victorian housing psychologists' offices. An appropriate place to stop when riding with a no limits lunatic.

The offices were dark, now, but the mosquito bulb over the back door and the security lights at the rear of the building illuminated the lot. And the car's interior. Anyone walking by could see us. If they saw us in flagrante delicto, they'd call the cops.

Cam had gone too far. I shut off the engine but before I could turn and bust his ass, his fingers found my seat belt release and he launched himself up and over the console into my space, his big hands slid down my arms toward my wrists. I twisted sideways and we wrestled for control of my hands.

I was at a distinct disadvantage under the steering wheel. He bent me toward him and my head was on his thigh.

"Stop it, Cam! Not now, we are not playing!"

He fell back into his seat, taking me with him and manacled me with one hand. But we were sweaty from the struggle and I managed to break his grip, freeing my hands.

He didn't try to regain them. He simply raised himself and laid his body over mine. My head pressed into his crotch, his weight forced me onto the hard lump of the console.

"You can always safeword you know," he said. I heard the challenge. The taunting. He was having fun.

"Fuck you," I grunted underneath him.

I'd never safe worded in my life. Not to "red," anyway. "Yellow" a few times when I had a cramp or was on call and my cell went off with a dispatch tone.

Safewording might have been an option for me now, if his power and the idea of being at his mercy, of which he possessed none, hadn't given me a blazing erection.

He'd been betting I wouldn't go there—confident I wouldn't safeword. He really was good at this.

I felt his hand at my belt in back. Handcuffs. A thrill of fear and excitement made me choke on air. I struggled again, just enough to feel my inability to stop him from doing exactly what he intended. Jesus, I was hard, weeping against my thigh, trapped by the elastic briefs.

My legs were twisted and caught under the steering wheel. His body locked my right arm against the seatback. He deftly handcuffed my left wrist and calmly found my right and ratcheted the other cuff around it.

This was not the infamous Dom of the club, calculatedly giving me what I needed. Not the sexual virtuoso of last night, expertly bringing me everything I never knew I wanted. Pleasures I never thought existed.

This was the sadist in his element. Loving what he did to me because of what it did for him.

Then, suddenly, I knew who the killer was.

Read my Review here: Matchstick Men


Title: Dancing Men: Hunter Dane Investigation 2
(Book 3 of 3—and counting—in the HuntandCam4ever series)

Author: Adira August

Publisher: RedDeer

Genre/s: Police Procedural, Murder Mystery, Gay erotica, BDSM

Length: 70k words/385 pages


You have to bury the past, or the past will bury you. 

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 Cam's ready to kill Hunt, himself! Their high-intensity D/s relationship that began in a playroom, ended in an emergency room. 

If you want to be with me, you'll have to do more make some big re-entry gesture,” Cam said. “That’s just more drama. You’ll have to work for this, Hunter.” 

“All right. What work would that be?” Hunter asked, eager to perform any penance Cam gave him. 

“You’re the champion puzzle-solver and ace detective. Unravel a mystery.” 

Hunter’s brows pulled together. “What mystery?” 


For adults who love some mystery with their men. A 70k 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. Their next case, Psychic Men, will be out in spring of 2018


The Mystery

“You are familiar with the Tamil burial jars case I’m hearing?” the judge asked as she led him into her chambers.

“Enough to know the case exists,” he said, putting his professional face on. Why would they need a homicide investigator for an international property dispute? “I should mention I’m acquainted with Doctor St Clair who was appointed head of the research team.”

“I see,” she said, taking her chair but not inviting him to sit. “Do I have to go over confidentiality? I was informed with you it wouldn’t be necessary.”

“It isn’t,” he said.

“Good.” She sat forward and clasped her hands on the desk. “Expert testimony the Court finds to be compelling establishes the impossibility of determining the geographic origin of the jars or when they were created and sealed without extensive testing. There will be a problem of international relations if I award the urns to the Denver museum and later testing reveals clearly that the plaintiff did have standing.”

Hunter nodded. The judge cocked a skeptical eyebrow at him. “You understand the issue?”

“It will look as if we must have known all along and used a technicality in the law to keep the jars here. I imagine they have more than scientific value?” he said.

A slow and very small smile appeared. “Have a seat,” she told him. He did.

“At my request, Doctor St Clare sent a doctoral fellow to take air samples from the jars to determine how long ago they were sealed. That was ten days ago. I received the results on Friday. So did the attorneys. After which, I issued a gag order.”

Hunter waited for her to get to the point.

“I’m curious, detective, what you would guess the tests showed?”

“At least one of the air samples had a much higher level of carbon dioxide than would be present when the jars were made. And traces of methane, ammonia, hydrogen sulphide and nitrogen. Decomp gases.”

Her Honor nodded.

“There’s flesh rotting in one of those jars and it wasn’t put there a thousand years ago,” Hunter said.

The Men

Before Hunter could react, Cam bent him back over the hard arm of the chair and glared fiercely into his face.

“Do you know how much I want you, you son of a bitch? How much I want you naked in my bed with my cock so far up your ass you can taste my cum in your mouth?”

Cam pulled him up and shoved him at his chair. “I want to beat you with a fucking belt until you bleed.”

Hunt waited silently for Cam to make a choice. Life that included Hunter, or a future entirely without him.

“According to you,” Cam went on, “You don’t attach to anyone. Ever. But we spent a night together and we both attached and I don’t want to hear any bullshit about it.”

Cam waited, eyes bright with challenge in his wrath.

Hunter wisely kept all bullshit to himself.

The Desire

Cam was leaning back against the sink counter. I approached him slowly, reaching for his top shirt button. “I’m going to give you a sensuous bathing. A Dom I know gave me one, recently,” I teased lightly.

His hand closed over mine, gripping tightly. This close, he had to look up a little to meet my eyes. At an even six feet, he was a couple inches shorter than I was.

But where I was rangy, Cam was solid muscle, wide at the shoulders, deep in the chest. A solid, strong man who exuded power and danger. He made me feel like it was a struggle to stay on my feet. He made me long to let go.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I never get to just touch you, the way you do me. Look at you as much as I want. Feel you,” I said. “I need you, tonight, Cam.”

“You’re a switch. You want to dominate me, Hunter?”

I put a hand out slowly and laid my palm on his chest. “I want to make us feel good, Cam. I do switch, but—not with you. How about maybe, for a little while, we both get stuck in neutral?”

He felt so good to me, warm and firm, his heart tripping under my palm. I watched my hand slide up his shirtfront until the tips of my fingers found the top of his clavicle. I followed it, to the center notch, and back to his shoulder. Back in to slide up his trapezius, my thumb in the hollow place, massaging lightly. He was warm. So warm. Hard and smooth. He was a revelation to me.

I used Doms for pain and humiliation, to strip me down to raw feelings. Until Cam. No one used Cam. I never knew men felt good like this.

“I want to touch you,” I said, hardly recognizing my own voice, hoarse and thick. He was breathing harder, his jeans’ front bulging. I couldn’t help it. I laid my hand over the warm fullness. My thumb along his thickening shaft, fingers over his balls, just holding him. My God, he feels good

He didn’t say no.

Read my Review Here: Dancing Men

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About the Author


I write mostly BDSM EROTICA because I love exploring the power dynamics in terms of the love relationships. The work is explicit. It's always consensual. If you have triggers about certain kinds of practices, use discretion. I do not make kink lists for my titles. 

I went to school interminably, it seemed like. I studied anthropology and paleontology and genetics and literature and theology and ancient Greek. 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 because TMI) Through it all, I wrote. 

No wonder I'm so tired.


You can read all my books stand-alone. There's plenty of information about what happened previously in Hunt and Cam's story for you to easily follow their relationship arc. The mysteries are always complete within the stories. 

BUT if you're a romance lover, the relationship story is not a romance. It is a love story. But it's also the story of two independent Alpha males: one gay and one bisexual, one Dom and one switch with a preference for BDSM. And they aren't simple, take it from someone who shares headspace with them. 

I love these guys. They surprise me and challenge me and break my heart, sometimes. They inspire me. 

(Just some FYI for the new readers. Hi. Welcome.) Addi

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