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With Addi and her boys.

Interviewing Addi:


Can you tell us a bit about yourself and your writing?
I’m an overeducated ex-hippie chick who ended up on the cops. I did a lot of things, but I always wrote. For money and for free.

How long have you been writing for, and what inspired you to start writing?
I was 8 years old when I wrote my first poem and book. The book was plagiarized! (Anna Sewell’s Black Beauty.) I write because I can’t figure out how not to. I once heard it called “the midnight disease.” The thing that has you scribbling away when you should be asleep because whatever is in your head won’t wait.

Can you tell us about your new release? What inspired you to write it?
Dancing Men is the 3rd in the Hunt and Cam 4Ever series that started with the short storyOn His Knees. Dancing the second police procedural murder mystery following Matchstick Men. Hunter Dane, bisexual switch and homicide detective teams up with Camden Snow, extreme Dom and Olympic champion, to solve a murder at the natural history museum involving a fresh body in a 3000-year old burial urn.

They also negotiate their relationship after the mess left at the end of Matchstick. I made sure to include quite enough backstory for this book to be read stand-alone. Most of my readers will be shouting “NO! Go back and read the first two!” But I promise, it’s not necessary.

New readers should know that the sex is explicit. I don’t think it’s dark, but it is at times pretty intense.

How did you come up with the title? 
It’s the title of a classic Sherlock Holmes story and originally, I’d intended to use elements from that story in this one. But—since I’m actually not in control here, the boys are—that went by the wayside. In this book, “Dancing” refers to the state of Hunt and Cam’s relationship. I don’t really write romance, I write love stories. And love can be incredibly challenging.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?
The multi-generational nature of the story. It’s all set in November of 2016, but to understand how things happened, they had to go back to the origin of the urn – who found it and how it got to America. It’s not a simple whodunnit, it’s twisty and turny and … okay, to me it’s all fascinating, but I’m a nerd girl, yanno? Still, a lot of readers seem to enjoy it.

Why M/M?
Hunter made me. He was a character in Desire for Bliss, an m/f bdsm, billionaire romance novel. It had a bit of mystery, also. Detective Sergeant Hunter Dane was introduced there. I wrote a series of short stories about peripheral characters in the Desire for … books. I knew Hunter was a Dom/sub switch and was going to write femdom.

I literally, in the old meaning of the word, had no idea it was going to be m/m until he got to the club and announced he was looking for Camden Snow. Who? Oh, man – a full metal Dom. They took me for a wild ride.

Are there any characters that you write, that are based on you, or people you know?
Sorta-kinda, but not really. The BDSM club Scene and Not Heard is based on a real place. Hunt and Cam are both physically based on real men I knew. But who they are, their complex personalities, I’m not sure where all that came from. I do use real people for peripheral characters, quite often, just for the physicality and voice, the cadence of speech.

Do you have a favourite character and/or book you’ve written? 
No. That’s like asking which of my children I love the most. I really like almost all my characters. They are so interesting and flawed and strong and wonderful. I write from 10 to 14 hours a day so they have to be people I enjoy spending time with.

Are there people in your life that annoy you, and you write into your books?
No. That would be bringing my personal life and feelings into the story. The stories belong to the characters. And they’d never let me get away with that. Hunter’s over here rolling his eyes at just the idea of it.

Do you write often? Is it on a schedule, or whenever you feel like it?
It’s my job. I get up, get dressed, get my coffee and go to work. But unlike a regular job, I take breaks as I wish, which is mostly about getting laundry done.

What are your writing goals for 2018?
I’m going to bring the different elements and characters in the RiverHart universe, including Hunt and Cam, together in the last Desire for … novel. I want to bridge the divide between m/f and m/m so all the characters move freely in and out of the stories.

I’d like to write more titles, get the Hunter Dane Investigation novels down to a standard 50k-ish. Write more relationship stories about other characters as well as Hunt and Cam.

Interviewing Hunter Dane


When Dancing Men came out, I did an interview at OJ He Say and he’d asked me  

“You also delve quite well into some of the more intense practices with spot on feelings and sensations. Care to expound on this for us?”

So, after, it’s still really early and I’m waiting for the grounds to soak into the water and become coffee. French Press. It’s dark out, cold, damp. And Hunter Dane is arriving in a few minutes for me to interview the way I had Cam.


And there he was …

AA: I swear if you don’t wipe that smirk off your face, those quills won’t just be a threat!

Hunt laughs at me.

Hunter: You know that won’t work, Cam never does anything he doesn’t want to do.

My turn to smirk.

AA: He already showed me.

Hunter: You’re lying.

AA: You know I don’t lie to you. Or him. Can’t. … Hey!  Don’t go getting all thinking about it now, you promised me an interview.

Hunter: Yeah, that was supposed to happen earlier so I could be at the office by seven-thirty!

AA: I had to do the other interview first. And why do you care? You’re the boss. And you don’t have a case.

He sighed and went into the kitchen for coffee. Which is about two steps for him. He’s really seriously tall and rangy and graceful and has nice … blue jeans … that fit him well. He’s got that wonderful warm brown skin, like he’s been hanging at the beach only it’s October and Denver has no ocean. He is a lovely man.

Hunter: I have to write a procedure manual for the unit. We aren’t supposed to exist without one.

AA: Too late. Besides, you know you’d rather hang out here.

Hunter: I shouldn’t, though. But, we can’t talk about anything, so what’s the point? Unless you want to answer that guy’s question.

Grin. Dimple. Eyebrow.

AA: OJ. And behave. We can talk about stuff. We can talk about you.

Hunter: What can we talk about that isn’t a spoiler for something?

AA: Tell me why you don’t like the word “bisexual” applied to yourself.

Hunter: Why are people obsessed with this shit?

AA: I assume that’s a rhetorical question.

Hunter: Never assume, Addi.

I waited him out. Hunter isn’t like Cam at all. It’s easy to feel close to him, but then you realize you aren’t. He doesn’t let people in. Cam seems like he’s kind of unattainable, but he’s very real, not guarded at all, so being with him is actually more intimate.

AA: Ben Hart said you were a bisexual switch and you didn’t contradict him. But I know you don’t apply the term to yourself. Tell me why.

Hunter: People think things and if you say you are something, they have these expectations. But those are about them, not me. I say I’m a cop and people lay all kinds of stuff on me. You know that, you were one.

AA: Yeah. And I get that, but you like sex with men and women, doesn’t that make you bisexual?

Hunter: No. I don’t “like sex with men.” I never had sex with men. I guess I’m a masochist because I get off on what a Dom does to me. But it’s like mechanics. Except with Cam. It makes me a CSH:  CamSexual-Heterosexual. But Cam doesn’t change anything about the rest.

AA: You mean women?

Hunter: I meant going to a Dom when I need stress relief.

AA: Huh. I didn’t know that.

Hunter: See, this is why I don’t talk about this, Addi, because it always leads to me endlessly explaining myself and why do I owe anybody an explanation? I thought your people were all about accepting everybody.

AA: My people?

Hunter: In your world.

AA: We’re trying, Hunt. I didn’t mean to … look, you ask me a question.

Hunter: I only have one question and you know what it is.

AA: I don’t know the answer.

He was quiet for a long time.

Hunter: He changed everything.

AA: I don’t think so, exactly.

Hunter: What do you mean?

AA: You changed everything. You picked him. It was your option. You knelt. You were ready. I think … you just didn’t know another way.

Hunter: Another way to what?

AA: Ask him to dance.


We talked about some stuff after that. Spoilery stuff. And he did let me know him a little more.

After he left me, I got thinking the first three books are kind of like an Overture to a symphony. There really is so much more to come, so many layers and themes. And we’re just starting the first movement.  And the next book wasn’t Psychic Men, which is what I told OJ. The next book was Snowed In, the book I didn’t know I was going to write. 

I’ve always wondered if it was the interview that triggered Hunter to make me write it.  


This interview first appeared on Helena Stone’s lovely review blog: The Way She Reads

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 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 livingroom/office and sat back on the small sofa, one ankle perched on his other knee. Dressed in his usual white shirt and bluejeans, he was also wearing 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 … she’s okay?

ADDI: I think so, yeah. So, the question is this. 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: OK.  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 shit were soft and I didn’t make any noise. So, I come around a big 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. I froze, too. I just wanted to look at him there, in that light, you know? Forever. Then he was gone.

He lifted his head to look at me.

CAM: Next time I felt like that was seeing Hunter in the doorway of the club. I went home that night and did the snow leopard.

ADDI:  … Did you ever paint the stag?

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. Hunter 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. It was 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: 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.



Cam: Interview 1

July 2017 – after Matchstick Men but before Dancing Men

I asked Camden Snow to stop by my place for what’s called a “character interview.” I was interested in seeing  

  • If he really is that great-looking in person because I only saw him through Hunt’s eyes, up until now.
  • What he’s like on his own, reacting to someone not Hunter Dane.

AA: Hey, Hi!  Come in!
Cam: Ms. August.
AA: Addi, please.
He blushed. Not like a schoolgirl, he just gained color. It was something I associated with pleasure. Or sex. Of course, he was not having a sexual response to me, that was for sure. So he must be reacting to being invited to call me by name.  Which made him just as sweet and self-effacing as he’d been portrayed by Hunter.
I swung the door wide and gestured him in.
AA: Come in. Let’s sit down.
Cam: Thanks.
He turned sideways a little to get past me in my minuscule entryway. Whoa. I felt it. That aura of power. It was palpable, like an invisible fog of energy. I’d felt it before, a few times. Once, when I’d briefly been near a President of the United States when I worked as a network news courier.
When I closed the door and turned, I found him watching and waiting with perfect courtesy for me to precede him into my living room. It was my first good look at him. Holy … well, damn. This was bad.
Blonds were not supposed to have that many eyelashes. Or be looking into your soul in a casual glance. His face was leaner, sharper than I’d imagined. How can he be this beautiful and this masculine?
How was I supposed to focus? But I very much wanted to put him at ease so he’d speak freely.
AA: Um, Cam, go ahead in, I’m going to grab a couple bottles of water for us.
I ducked left into the kitchen and reminded myself not to stare at him. I knew he was a powerful adult man. A Dom. But in person, if he’d said he was eighteen, I would have believed him. Except his eyes had some fine early lines, probably from the freezing wind over icy slopes and bright sun at altitude.
I carried the water in and found him standing at one of my big windows, looking out. The view from my smallish tenth floor apartment was kind of nice. My living room is really an office with a dining table at one end usually covered in books and papers.  It suits me, but only has one visitors chair.
I put one water bottle on a bookshelf next to that one upholstered chair and sat down in my desk chair, facing it. I took a drink and waited.
Cam: It feels strange.
AA: What does?
Cam: Being here. In your world.
He turned to look down at me.
Cam: Are you used to me, yet?
I had to smile. He was nothing if not intuitive.
AA: I’ll never get used to you, Cam. And this place? Right here, with my computer and my books and that red-tailed hawk you can see through the window? This is where our worlds meet.
I pointed him to the chair.
AA: Please, sit.
He sank gracefully into the chair. He was wearing a perfectly cut three-piece suit. I’d expected the white shirt and blue jeans. But the vest hugged his torso and his thighs stretched the fabric when he crossed his legs. He’d left off the tie, the top two buttons of the shirt undone. A lovely young man.
Cam: How does this work?
AA: No one in your world will know what we say here.
Cam: How’s Hunter?  He hasn’t called me, yet.
Well, this might piss him off.
AA: I can’t answer that.
His eyes narrowed and the planes in his face sharpened.
Cam: Why? Did you do something to Hunter?
I opened my water bottle and avoided looking at him.
Cam: Can you at least tell me you didn’t drive him off a cliff in the mountains?
AA: Cam. Is that logical?
He fiddled with his water bottle. His tone stiff.
Cam: What can I do for you, today, Ms. August?
AA: I have to maintain the integrity of your world. No one else there has access to what we say here. I cannot send you back with information from the deus ex machina.
Cam: But you expect information from me for your readers.
AA: They’re also your friends, Cam. They like you.
Cam: That’s nice. Tell me Hunt’s okay or I’m leaving to find him. Now.
So much for the sweet eighteen-year-old.
AA: You can assume he is in good health and hasn’t fallen into a ravine somewhere. Cam, what do you think he’s doing right now?
He frowned at me. I could tell he just wanted a simple answer.
AA: C’mon. You knew him the moment you laid eyes on him. So, you tell me.
Cam: Processing a lot of emotional shit, probably. But he needs me to do that!
AA: And who decides when he’s ready?
There was a very long pause. He looked down, peeling the label off the water bottle.
Cam: He does.
He heaved a deep sigh and looked out the window. Then opened the bottle and drained half of it in one long pull. Which, I have to admit, just reeked of sex for some reason. But when he recapped it and looked at me, suddenly he was more CEO than teen godlet. Collected. Poised. In control.
Cam: What did you want to know?
AA: Why towels?
Cam: [laughing] Towels? Are you kidding?
AA: Nope. A reader brought it up. I know there’s a bit of history there, but not all of it. So, why towels?
Cam: I was a teenager traveling around the Continent from ski area to ski area. Crossing borders, going through customs every five minutes. My mother would show up from time to time to spend a couple days with me. She liked to repack my bag, see if my clothes needed cleaning, all that mom stuff. Between Mom and the customs guys, I  couldn’t exactly carry restraints, lube and a bullhide flogger in there.
AA: So you were looking for an alternative and chose towels?
Cam: [shrugs]It just worked out that way. I mean, I’d only started to figure out who I was, what I wanted. I hooked up with another skier, a few years older. Not that great a skier, but he’d been sexually active for a while and he introduced me to a lot of stuff. I wasn’t fumbling around with guys my own age, anymore. Thing is, he always wanted to bottom and I was always happy to oblige. We kind of drifted into the Dom/sub thing.
There was a BDSM dungeon in Frankfurt on the way to Winterberg his friend from highschool got us into. That night, I saw a towel flogging demonstration.
AA: I never heard of that. Floggers, bullwhips, sounds. But towels?
Cam: The guy who gave it was a real expert. It was on a woman, but, every time he’d catch her with the tip, the corner—the sound-barrier breaking snap. The scream. Her ass would dimpled and ripple and go white and turn hot pink in a circle. Like the inside of a volcano. It was just fucking hot. [Another blush.] Sorry.
AA: Did you talk to him? The man doing the demonstration?
Cam: Rainer? Oh, yeah. My sub couldn’t wait to volunteer. He gave us the basics. You explained all this in the story, right? The versatility? The control? Power?
AA: Briefly. In On His Knees, you guys’ origin story. But, I’m curious, myself. Why use the towels in the club? There’re all kinds of punishment devices hanging on the walls there.
Cam: To do what a good towel can do in the hands of an expert, you need at least two kinds of floggers and a single tail. Maybe a leather strap of one kind or another. And that’s great for some. But I can control the pain, the sting, the thud, the depth of injury, perfectly. Without stopping to change devices. Besides, towels are cleaner. Safer.
AA: “Safe, sane, consensual’’ aren’t the first words that spring to mind when people hear your name, Cam.
He drank off the last half of his water.
Cam: Isn’t that why they come to me in my world? Read what you write? So they can imagine doing what people in your world might be afraid to?  Or maybe not have anyone to trust, the way my subs trust me? Besides, there’s no such thing as “safe” BDSM. Not if you include kinks like rope binding or electricity or breath play.
AA: “Breath play?” You choked Hunter in Knees. You threatened to choke him unconscious.
Cam was quiet for a few moments with a smirky little smile.
Cam: No one in my world will read this, right?
AA: Right.
Cam: Including Hunter?
Now he had me really curious.
AA: Okay, including Hunter.
Cam: Threatening isn’t doing. Half-choking him for a few seconds to spike his adrenaline and instill obedience through something he truly fears, is not doing the thing. Read your own story. Look, two-three hundred people a year die from sex-related asphyxiation in this country, Ms. August. You can have five ER docs standing around them and they can still die.
What sane person would think it was safe to ever consent to that?
He leaned forward, placing his empty bottle back on the bookcase.
Cam: People in both our worlds want to do what they want and they find whatever excuses they need to do that. You want to choke yourself or have someone do it to get off? You’re a grown-up, your choice. You want to use a flogger hung on a wall that never really gets sterilized? That’s impregnated with other people’s blood, skin and fluids, have at it.
But I don’t endanger my subs. I take care of them. I also don’t minimize anything. They can surrender and trust me or find someone else. But I’d never really choke anyone. Some subs have to believe I won’t, because they want it. Hunter had to believe I would, because he didn’t.
He looked out the window again and sat back. He seemed sad, I think.
Cam: I’m done, okay?
AA: Yeah, of course.
Cam: But I want to ask you a question. Why me? Why did you pick me for Hunter?
I really wished I had a better answer to give him. Something logical and plot-necessary. But all I had was the truth.
AA: I didn’t pick you, Cam. Hunt did.
His whole face relaxed and he smiled that heart-breakingly shy smile Hunter described.
Cam: Yeah?
AA: I’m just taking dictation here, Cam. Yeah. He did.
He got up and made his way to the front door. I slipped around him and opened it for him.
Cam: Do you think he can love me?
AA: Truthfully, I don’t know how this winds up, this thing between you two. But I do know it’s complicated and going to take a while. But, Cam, it’s always that way. In my world, too.
He nodded and moved past me into the hall.
AA: Thanks for coming today. For doing this.
Suddenly, he seemed a lot older, older than any of us.
Cam: Take care, Addi.