GIVEAWAY & EXCERPT: The Necessary Deaths by David C. Dawson

David C. Dawson visited me on my Nic Starr blog to celebrate the release of his debut novel, The Necessary Deaths. I’m sharing the post here so you can all enjoy the excerpt and enter the giveaway. The book sounds fabulous!



So, this is my first ever time on a blog tour! That’s why I’m so grateful to the fabulous Nic Starr  for having me! It’s great to be here, and I’m really happy to be sharing the details of the first book in the Dominic Delingpole Mystery series. I’ll also take a moment to tell you a bit about myself.

So this is me:

I live near the university city of Oxford in the UK. The Necessary Deaths is my first novel. As well as being a fledgling writer, I’ve also been a radio journalist, for which I won a couple of awards, and a TV documentary maker.

While I was doing all that, I travelled a lot. Thanks to the BBC, I’ve filmed in nearly every continent of the world, and I’ve lived in lots of different places: London, Geneva and San Francisco. But now I prefer the Oxfordshire countryside, it’s a bit quieter!

I have a wonderful boyfriend who’s a masseuse and therapist. I also have a son from my previous marriage. He’s now twenty-three and this year set up his own video production company. He’s doing great, and occasionally I help him out with camerawork. It’s great being directed by your son!

How do I relax?

I like to ride around Europe on my ageing Triumph motorbike. I also sing with the London Gay Men’s Chorus, of whom I’m intensely proud. Our aim is to combat homophobia through the power of music. We’ve sung at St Paul’s Cathedral, The Roundhouse and the Royal Festival Hall. But I’m proudest of the time we sang at the House of Lords, campaigning for equal marriage to be legalized in the UK.

And so to The Necessary Deaths…

Dominic Delingpole is a country lawyer living near Oxford in the UK. He’s in his early thirties, good looking but shy and very “English reserved”. He’s been seeing Jonathan McFadden, a landscape gardener and occasional opera singer, for two years. Jonathan’s the opposite of Dominic, confident, outgoing, outrageous. They’re in love with each other, but there’s a big commitment question hanging over them. You see, Jonathan wants an open relationship… Two other characters you’ll meet in this first book are John, a twenty-year-old student at Brighton University, and his boyfriend Simon who’s in a coma in hospital from a suspected drugs overdose.

What next, is there more to this series?

I’ve mapped out the story arc for the five in the series and I’ve nearly finished the second book. This first book is set in the UK, in places that I’m familiar with, and that I love. But subsequent books are going to be set in Sitges in Spain, San Francisco, Berlin and Tanzania. It’s possible that any of the characters might come and go over the story arc, it’s also possible that one or two of them might do some very surprising things, and a couple of them might meet unpleasant ends!



A young journalism student lies unconscious in a hospital bed in Brighton, England. His life hangs in the balance after a drug overdose. But was it attempted suicide or attempted murder? The student’s mother persuades British lawyer Dominic Delingpole to investigate, and Dominic enlists the aid of his outspoken opera singer partner, Jonathan McFadden.

The student’s boyfriend discovers compromising photographs hidden in his lover’s room. The photographs not only feature senior politicians and business chiefs, but the young journalist himself. Is he being blackmailed, or is he the blackmailer?

As Dominic and Jonathan investigate further, their lives are threatened and three people are murdered. They uncover a conspiracy that reaches into the highest levels of government and powerful corporations. The people behind it are ruthless, and no one can be trusted. The bond between Dominic and Jonathan deepens as they struggle not only for answers, but for their very survival.

An Excerpt

“Mrs. Gregory,” said Dominic. “I would be very happy to have you as a client, but I’m not sure in what way I can act for you.”

Samantha smiled. “And neither am I just at the moment. Let’s call you a professional friend. I have no one else who I can turn to, and your legal mind will help me to see things a little more clearly. As you can tell, I’m a little emotional just now.” She turned away to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye. Then she looked at him steadily.

“Simon and I are very close. Ever since Richard, his father, died in a climbing accident, we have been a very tight family unit. I’d like to think Simon and I can tell each other everything.”

Dominic wondered if she was keeping up a brave front, or whether she really believed Simon told her everything. Her comments clearly contradicted what Simon’s housemate Jay had said an hour ago. Dominic decided that, as she was his client, he owed her the duty of honesty, and he should tell her about what he had learned in the last few hours.

“Samantha, I’m afraid I believe Simon may not have confided everything in you in recent times. I went to see John this morning before coming here. He told me about their relationship and how Simon was not yet ready to tell you.”

Samantha smiled.

“Dominic, I’m his mother. Do you think that I didn’t know?” She sighed. “I knew he was finding it difficult to tell me, and I was waiting for him to pick the right time. I didn’t want to rush him.” She paused. “But yes, you’re right, and I am wrong. Simon hasn’t confided everything to me; I merely know and am waiting for him to tell me. John is a lovely boy, and I was just pleased to know that Simon is happy.”

Samantha narrowed her eyes slightly as she asked, “But why do you think that means he must have kept other secrets from me? Surely you of all people must know how difficult it is to come out?”

Dominic blushed briefly. “Everyone’s circumstances are different, of course, and for young people it really is much easier….”

“Oh nonsense! Can I just say that I think it’s a bit rich for you to judge Simon when you’re so secretive about yourself? We spent nearly three hours in the car together last night, and I still don’t know whether or not you have a boyfriend!”
This time Dominic’s face turned crimson.

“Samantha, could we just get back to—”

“Well, do you?”

Dominic sighed. “I think it’s my turn to acknowledge that I am wrong. Yes, I do have a partner, and no, I am not very open about it. In this day and age, it probably is unnecessary for me to be quite so discreet. But after a while, it gets to be almost a habit.”

Samantha giggled. “Oh, Dominic, how delightfully bashful you are! I imagine that it’s rare you have a conversation like this with your clients.”

Dominic smiled. “Samantha, I can tell you truthfully that I have never had a conversation like this with my clients. You must meet Jonathan some time. I think you two would get on like a house on fire.”

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About the Author

david_c_dawson_headshot_hi_resDavid C. Dawson is an author, award-winning journalist and documentary maker, living near Oxford in the UK.

He has travelled extensively, filming in nearly every continent of the world. He has lived in London, Geneva and San Francisco, but now prefers the tranquility of the Oxfordshire countryside.

David is a Mathematics graduate from Southampton University in England. After graduating, he joined the BBC in London as a trainee journalist. He worked in radio newsrooms for several years before moving to television as a documentary director. During the growing AIDS crisis in the late eighties, he is proud to say that he directed the first demonstration of putting on a condom on British television.

After more than twenty years with the BBC, he left to go freelance. He has produced videos for several charities, including Ethiopiaid; which works to end poverty in Ethiopia, and Hestia; a London-based mental health charity.

David has one son, who is also a successful filmmaker.

In his spare time, David tours Europe on his ageing Triumph motorbike and sings with the London Gay Men’s Chorus. He has sung with the Chorus at St Paul’s Cathedral, The Roundhouse and the Royal Festival Hall, but David is most proud of the time they sang at the House of Lords, campaigning for equal marriage to be legalized in the UK.

I’m still producing videos, although my son is steadily taking that over from me, although I do some camera operating for him sometimes; it’s great being directed by your son!

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BLOG TOUR with INTERVIEW: The Hard Boys 1 & 2



What is your work schedule like when you are writing?

During the work week when at my day job, I write whenever I can squeeze it in. Sometimes that is early morning, on a break, but mostly when I get home in the evening. On the weekends I get up early and head to the balcony with a cup of coffee and type for hours until mid-morning and then hit the gym, come back home and write more until about mid-afternoon. I stop once I feel I have been productive and that doesn’t always mean volume. I believe in quality over quantity, but the great part of writing is that you can write a ton and then just go back later and edit.

What do you like to do when you are not writing?

I love to workout with weights and run. I’ve been working out since I was 19 and it’s in my blood now. I can’t go two days without working out and not go stir crazy. I also love to read of course. I also enjoy cooking, eating, wine, and spirits.

What is the most surprising thing you discovered while writing your book(s)?

How hard it is to open up. Even though no one is sitting over my shoulder while writing I know that people are going to read this. Potentially all over the world. And we know how judgmental people can be. So it’s straining at times to allow myself to be honest with emotions and put my work out there.

Which is your favorite of your own stories?

It’s a short story: The Dark. It is based on a true ghost encounter my mother had as a child. It’s the only thing I’ve written that mom is proud of (because it’s about her! She’s very that.). I like the story not just because my mom loves the story, but also because I think I managed to pull off something psychologically creepy without gore.  Many readers have told me it gave them goosebumps. There’s also some poignant moments.

What did you want to be when you grew up?

An actor. I always wanted to be an actor. Although I did attend the seminary for a brief time because I had considered the priesthood! What? Yes! But that whole not having sex thing wasn’t going to work for back to acting. I went to college to get a degree in Theater and it wasn’t until my senior…not even year…like last semester that my counselor sprung it on me that I needed a Minor. Fortunately, I had taken so many English and advanced English courses for fun that I only needed to take one more class and depending on what course I picked, to get an English Minor or a Writing Minor. Well, of course, I went for the Writing Minor. After college, I moved out to California to pursue my acting career. Well, you know how that turned out. I only managed to be and extra in a lot of stuff. The better-known things I was an extra in an episode of Baywatch (Talked one-on-one with Pamela Anderson and didn’t realize it until I saw her walk back into her trailer..she was very nice). And Forrest Gump. You’ll never see me in these, but the one movie you can see me at the tender age of 22 is Children of the Corn III: Urban Harvest.

The Hard Boys: Alien Abduction (Case #1)


Ethan & Justin Hard, along with their best friend Sparky, have formed Enigma Investigations to search out paranormal activity.

When their first potential…and adorable…client experiences missing time after a UFO sighting the Hard boys are all too eager to jump on his case. Will the Hard boys be able to solve what happened during his lapse of time?

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Ethan Hard and Justin Hard shared the same job.

They were both fitness models. They were also the nude spokesmodels for the cologne Shred (The fragrance so stimulating people will want to Shred your clothes off).

Ethan and Justin Hard also shared the same surname. However, they were not related.

They were both not only dedicated to their hard bodies, but to the hard physiques and cocks of other guys. It would be too easy to predict that Ethan and Justin would shred their clothes for each other and hook-up. Nonetheless, they decided their friendship was more like brothers rather than partners, lovers, or fuck-buddies. So they agreed they would absolutely not have sex with one another. Well, it wasn’t until Justin’s silky cock pulsed out its third load into Ethan’s bare ass that they started to feel more of a kinship than boyfriends.

Ethan ruffled Justin’s crow-black hair as he plopped down on his chest in exhaustion. “I love your hair, it’s cute.” And it remained soft despite all the hair product forced into it for their photoshoots.

“Just my hair?”

“No,” Ethan gave a short laugh. “Of course all of you, duh, we’re models.” He appreciated Justin’s close-cut faded haircut that complimented his strong jaw lines and square chin. “But, no, I love your dick,” he saw in Justin’s dark chocolate eyes this was the compliment he fished for and he could not help but indulge Justin in all things. Ethan did admire Justin’s clean shaven eight-inch cock. Cocks were just cocks for the most part. Ethan had been with plenty of guys for comparison, but Justin’s was definitely pretty. Just like the rest of him. They both had athletic toned bodies with a large vein running the crest of their hard biceps, but Ethan thought that Justin had a more cut chest and abs. Although, his chiseled torso could merely have been augmented by his shiny olive form. He shaved everything. The only hair on his body was on top of his head. His crack was even smooth. Ethan’s butt was smooth as well, but his ass globes were definitely more grabbable and lickable than Justin’s…in his humble opinion. He wished he could lick his own hole. That would be hot!

Justin pushed himself up so he could stare into Ethan’s blue eyes that had a perpetual smile baked within. They had been best friends since they were kids, and he never grew tired of looking into those baby blues. They were like a warm welcome home. He adored how Ethan looked a little lost without his glasses. He grabbed his onyx square designer frames from the pillow top and put them back on Ethan’s aquiline nose, framing his wide-set eyes. “It was fun fucking those right off. You sure you didn’t feel anything?” Justin’s cock still throbbed inside Ethan.

“Well, I didn’t cum,” Ethan said more nonchalant than disappointed; his muscular blond peach fuzzed swimmer’s legs swung over Justin’s shoulders. He evaded the question. That was no easy task staring into Justin’s strong brow with thick plucked flat eyebrows. Floating below that strong brow were his deep warm brown eyes that melted his core. And he saw in Justin’s eyes that they searched inside him for something more. This is why they had agreed to be just friends. And they had agreed when one would get weak the other had to be strong. Instead of being in a committed relationship they decided to be committed to having fun, enjoying each other’s company and any other guys that came along for the ride. They were a team.

Justin’s eyes panned from Ethan’s thin tanned face down that pointed chin he had sucked on. His eyes drifted over his naturally smooth chest he envied with those perked nipples that his fingers never tired of fondling, along his cut torso—he would shower with gentle kisses—that tapered into his lean waist that only made his bubble-butt that more round and full. He traced a peach fuzz line from his belly button—past the veins skimming the surface of his pelvis that he enjoyed running the flat of his tongue along—to Ethan’s semi-hard dick. He’d seen him hard before to know he wasn’t sporting his full six-inches. He also noticed the small golden pubes above his dick were absent of goo. “No, you sure didn’t,” Justin agreed. “But I meant feelings,” he rested on his elbows with his hands cupped at the sides of Ethan’s face, stroking his brilliant round eyebrows that tapered at the end. “Nothing?”

“No,” he replied not harsh and not truthful. The fact being—even in Ethan’s current helpless position with his ass up and legs dangling in the air—he felt completely safe wrapped in the cocoon of Justin’s muscled body. “But, that doesn’t mean I don’t like you.”

“Uh huh, well then,” Justin’s dark eyes flashed mischief. “I want my loads back,” he flipped Ethan’s legs off him. He yanked his dick out with a grunt. “Damn, your hole is tight.”

“Your dick is thick.”

Justin spun him into doggy-style position. He slapped those beautiful peach colored ass cheeks. He took a firm grip and spread ‘em wide, exposing his swollen pucker from the pounding he gave it along with the three loads he emptied inside without a break. They were both at that age of peak sexual performance, but Justin had always been a spunk blowing machine. Ethan’s leaking ass was proof of that. Justin savored that inflamed billowing winker, it looked like puffy pursed lips puckering up for a kiss, and he loved sucking on guy’s thick lips. He ran his tongue up from Ethan’s smooth ball sac where his cum trickled down. He loved the taste of boy juice, and he loved the taste of his own even more, especially when served on a plate of warm scrotum. He only wished he could suck his own dick. He’d seen plenty of guys on the internet that could do it, and despite being in gymnastics not that long ago in high school, he wasn’t quite able to pull it off. He followed his cum trail up to Ethan’s distended hole. He was loose now. He sucked on his entrance and lapped at it. Pushing his tongue in was no problem as Ethan eagerly shoved back into his mouth. Justin spread him wider and mumbled, “Mmmkay,” in his hole and patted his ass letting Ethan know it was okay to give him the loads back.

Ethan’s cock was revived with Justin’s chiseled face and strong angled cheek bones buried between his meaty glutes probing and licking his channel. When Justin gave the okay, he was glad he always cleaned himself out before having sex. He pushed hard. He knew there was no shit, but he couldn’t help but cringe a little as he felt Ethan’s massive loads squirt out his hole. The harder he pushed the harder Justin sucked. He heard him gulp and choke on all the cum. Justin continued sucking down the remainder of his loads and tongue fucked Ethan’s pulsing hole, his tongue entering and retreating from Ethan’s anal ring. He let go of one ass cheek and started jerking Ethan’s cock in a fury.

“Ohhhh,” Ethan moaned. “I can’t take it, put your cock back in me. I’m getting close.”

“Nuhhhuhhh,” Justin said again from inside his anus. He yanked his face away from his ass, jamming his finger in as a replacement. He positioned his head on the bed under Ethan’s cock and started sucking on his mushroom head as his fist pumped his now fully erect shaft and his other hand pushed up into his prostate.

Justin’s hot mouth on his cock with his hands working his stick and butt-button shot Ethan’s brain into spasms along with his legs. He couldn’t hold his load anymore. His fingers gripped the sheets, his glasses fogged up, his pelvis hammered Justin’s face, and a gratifying yell exploded from his mouth as his load shot down into Justin’s throat with his balls slapping his square chin. Justin nursed the fresh delivery.

Okay, so it wasn’t the first time they fucked, but starting now, they would absolutely not have sex with one another.

The doorbell rang.


The Hard Boys Meet Dr. Frankenseed (Case #2)


Dr. Frankenseed: Experiencing Para-Hormonal Activity? Then Ethan & Justin Hard will be all over your case!

Mysteria is engulfed by power-outages and tumultuous weather. Ethan and Justin Hard must figure out what the cause is before the whole town is destroyed.

But with the Hard boys’ newly super-charged anatomies, they may very well be the culprits!

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Torrential rain swept across the roof of the house.

Thunder shook the neighborhood. Lightning fragmented the night sky. The lights of the house flickered. Bolts of electric current oscillated and jumped inside.

Ethan’s eyeglasses were on the bathroom counter. He stood in the large enclosed stone shower—that spiraled out like a seashell—with his arms up against the tile high above his head, his legs and arms both spread wide forming an X. It looked as though he were getting frisked. And if so, it was a strip search and Justin performed the cavity search.

Ethan’s naked body quaked from electric surges coursing through his toned body and from Justin’s chiseled form pounding him from behind. Ethan’s ten-inch erection crackled from the little cum that spritzed from his throbbing crown with every thrust of Justin’s thick long member that bore into him. He was just about dry. He stood in a puddle of his previous loads. Justin gyrated his nipples between his thumbs and fingers which drove his ass that much harder onto Justin’s boner. Not that he could have stopped if he wanted to with their alien altered electric cocks.

That was the point of this fun exercise to begin with. Each time, they tested to see how long they could go. The voltage running through them prevented them both from controlling their muscles. They just fucked relentlessly. The surges kept their cocks feeling between the edge of orgasm and just at the beginning of climax. It was not only a physical test but a mental one as their brains became engulfed in euphoric bliss and was almost impossible to have a rational or clear thought. They gave up doing these lengthy sessions in the bedroom to save laundry and clean-up time, hence the shower scene.

The fuck frenzy experience wasn’t just beyond pleasurable, but also a game to see who would tap-out first. And that too, was a game within itself. Because once one of them yielded, there was the challenge of actually being able to end it. In order to do that, they had to get to the jar of Brandon’s cum and apply it to their dicks, mainly the one who was plugged in. Right now, that would be Justin. It was usually Justin.

Justin’s hips flew back and forth in Ethan’s bubbly butt uncontrollably, every muscle popped from his back and backside. Even though he was taller than Ethan he still stood on the balls of his feet driving his fourteen-inch cock (thank you alien abductors) into Ethan’s fluttering velvet hole. Justin’s continuous orgasm drove him delirious. His loads had long filled Ethan and now splattered down his plunging shaft; strings of cum pulled back and forth between his thighs and Ethan’s ass cheeks churning into foam.

Ethan’s feet came off the tile as Justin raised him up, impaled on the end of his long pulsating cock. Ethan’s pucker kissed Justin’s smooth balls—his feet several inches off the floor. His hands supported the weight of his torso on the stone tile. The lights in the house went out; the bathroom now illuminated by flames from candles (they learned that solution). He slapped his hand against the wall.

Ethan tapped out.

Justin heard the slap. He didn’t see because his eyes were squeezed shut in rabid strain and jubilation, his fingers nimbly playing Ethan’s nipples. There were three square cutaway openings at the top of the shower that overlooked the bathroom. In each opening was a jar of Brandon’s insulating juice.

The key to freedom.

Ethan’s hand inched up the wall. He couldn’t speak anything audible, not that he could even think of a complete sentence. He just knew he had to get to one of the jars without Justin’s bucking making him miss or push the jar off on the other side (he had three chances to get it right). His feet still dangled in the air, but Justin’s impaling thrusts actually pushed him higher up the wall. Maybe he was helping in his own maddened way. Ethan’s cock jiggled in the air from Justin’s pounding and relentless dry orgasm. Ethan’s hand fumbled the jar; Justin’s throbbing flesh shocking his prostate. His toes curled, his hand tumbled the jar forward toward the bathroom side. Just as it toppled, he slapped it back, sending Brandon’s jarred load down his back. His back muscles directed the cum along his spine, flowing down his V-shape above his muscled buttocks, his glutes ushering the load between his cheeks and into his crack. The jar wedged between Justin’s clenched abs and the top of Ethan’s meaty rump—top down—dripping the remaining contents onto Justin’s pistoning member.

Justin’s cock slowed inside Ethan as he lowered him back to the ground. Justin finally popped his dick out of Ethan with a long satisfied groan, grabbing the empty jar. His legs wobbled as though he had just finished running a marathon and he collapsed onto the shower floor.

Ethan’s hole stayed opened on Justin’s departure and deposited the remainder of Justin’s creamy treasure down his leg and to the stone tile. He massaged his sphincter, feeling it close. He took the two remaining jars of essence of Brandon and plopped down next to Justin.

Ethan Hard and Justin Hard were great friends (not related). They were fitness models and spokesmodels for the most popular selling cologne on the market—Shred. Despite working in New York City they insisted on living in Mysteria, Connecticut so they could pursue another passion of theirs—paranormal research. They set up Enigma Investigations for just that purpose with the help of their best friend Tim Spark whom they lovingly referred to as Sparky. They were eager for another case, but as often happened they were eager to get off too. Which is what brought them to the shower floor and brings us to their next passion—getting laid with hot guys in as many unique ways as possible.

For them, the spark into supernatural phenomena was delivered by a young couple they brought home one night. The Hard boys insist to this day they were werewolves, or some kind of shifting paranormal entity. Ethan swore he saw one of them change for a moment. Although, it was difficult to get a definite look from over his shoulder as he got hammered on all fours. Justin had asked if he felt the teenager perhaps change inside him. Again, Ethan couldn’t swear since Chance had a big dick to begin with and could only attest to how amazing his flesh felt inside him…and that Chance pounded more than one orgasm out of him. Ethan asked Justin if he noticed any evidence of a transformation in Derek (the ginger he plowed on his back). Justin didn’t observe anything visual other than Derek being a voracious bottom (no complaints). His ass just about fractured his nuts and he left claw marks on his back, which they showed to Sparky later, to which he merely congratulated him on a fantastic fuck job saying they were from fingernails. Yay, Justin! They didn’t even bother mentioning to Sparky about the guttural growls that came out of the couple. Although, truth be told, all four of them let those fly that October night.

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About Ian Cadena

Ian Cadena is a native Texan. He splits his time between Austin, TX, and marveling at the Milky Way off-grid from his property in Big Bend, TX.

When not concocting fiendish plots or wild adventures for his characters he is most likely throwing his Chihuahua’s ball (Nacho is relentless). When Nacho allows, Ian spends time with his husband, James. He enjoys working out, running, wine, and is something of a foodie.

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