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
BOOK 1
Title: On His Knees (#1 Cam & Hunter 4Ever)
Author: Adira August
Publisher: RedDeer
Length: 13k words/76 Kindle pages
Genres: Contemporary gay, BDSM, erotica
Blurb
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.
Excerpt
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
BOOK 2
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.
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.
Excerpt
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.
"Shit!"
"Steer!"
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
BOOK 3
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
Blurb
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?”
“Me."
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
Excerpts
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
TYPOS ARE MY TRADEMEARK
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.
*AUTHOR'S NOTE*
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.)
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