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Monday, May 2, 2016

New Release Tour: A Nightmare Come True (Nightmares 1) by @SageMarlowe #MM #PNR @ServicesbyNic

Dreams can come true—but sometimes nightmares are very real, too. 

When Michael—Mikey—Fawkes bags himself a job as a handyman for a film production company and meets his favourite actor, gay porn star Colin Meighan, he believes his dream has come true. Colin indeed appears to be a dream turned to flesh. Handsome, young and as insatiable sexually as the roles he plays suggest, he makes his way into Mikey’s bed and introduces him to unknown carnal pleasures. 

A slick lover and sweet talker, Colin also finds a place in Mikey’s heart, but as Mikey lets his new lover lure him deeper and deeper into a world of decadent on and off-screen sex, their indulgences begin to take their toll on Mikey. Curious to find out more about the strange and inexplicable effect Colin has on his sex partners, Mikey discovers that there is a terrible reason why one man alone can never be enough to satisfy Colin’s hunger and he realises that dreams can come true—but sometimes nightmares are very real, too. 

Reader advisory: This is the first book in a series with an ongoing story arc. It is best enjoyed as part of the series in order of release. Contains mild BDSM, M/M/M/M/M sex and MCs that have sex with secondary characters. Revised edition. 



Excerpts: A Nightmare Come True (Nightmares 1) by Sage Marlowe
Copyright © Sage Marlowe, 2013/2016


Excerpt ~ Dating Colin
“So, Mikey. Tell me, why are you so keen on taking me out for coffee?” Colin’s expression was dead serious as he stirred his caramel latte an hour later.
I squirmed under his inquisitive green gaze. “Well, uh… I just thought… It’s what people do, isn’t it? Go out, grab a coffee, talk… You know, the usual stuff.”
He looked at me with the same unsettling curiosity a moment longer, then his soft lips curved into a smile. “Hey, hey, no need to break a sweat. I just wanted to know what you see in this.”
“Right. Um, two guys drinking coffee—or rather one guy drinking it. You seem more intent on stirring yours until the milk turns into whipped cream. Anyway, a friendly chat over drinks, that’s what I see in this.”
“Why me?”
I nearly dropped my cup but I managed to set it on the table without breaking it. “Good grief, Colin,” I snapped, sharper than I’d meant to. “What do you want to hear? I’m sure you get asked on dates all the time, so there’s no need to—”
His triumphant grin shut me up. “So you do consider it a date.”
I groaned. So much for slick and casual. He’d seen right through me. “So what if I do? Another thing that happens all the time. People go out on dates.” I shrugged. “Nothing unusual.”
“It is. For me.” Colin dropped his gaze. Staring at the table in front of him, he drew random patterns with his fingers.
“Is it?”
“Well, yes.”
“But you are, well, you are you. I would have thought you have guys queuing up all the way down the road for a chance to be with you.”
He picked up his spoon and toyed with it, watching as he twirled it through his fingers. I was also watching and was having a hard time not thinking of where else he could put those long, nimble fingers to good use. After a few moments he looked up at me, frowning. “They want to be with me, yes. But the guys who want to take me out on a date want to be with the porn actor. They want my public image and get pissed off if I haven’t offered them a blow job within five minutes of meeting them.”
“But that’s ridiculous!” I protested. “You’re a guy who just happens to work in the sex industry. That doesn’t mean you’re more easily available than any other man.”
He raised an eyebrow and stared at me but said nothing, so I ploughed on. “In fact, you might be less interested in random sexual encounters seeing as you get laid frequently.”
Colin stopped playing with the spoon. His eyes widened, his lips twitched then he burst out laughing. “Oh my,” he gasped. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
I struggled to keep my outward calm. “Well, yes. Lots of guys hook up for a quick fuck with a sexy stranger only to get their rocks off, we all know that. But I guess you don’t ever get desperate for a fuck.”
The atmosphere between us changed the moment the words were out. Colin watched me, chewing that plump bottom lip of his in a way that made my cock twitch in hope. “I’m fairly desperate now. Wanna leave?”
I nearly choked on my mouthful of coffee. “Are you serious?”
“Yep. Why not?”
“Because, uh…” I searched for something to say. His offer was tempting. I’d fantasised about him countless times and I was no stranger to casual hook-ups. “Because I think it’s not really what you want,” I heard myself say. “Because I think that you’re offering sex because it’s the only intimacy you can get.” Shut up! a voice inside my head shouted but it was too late. The words were out and they hadn’t failed to impress. Colin scowled.
“I didn’t know I was dealing with Freud’s master student,” he said, suddenly cold.
“You’re not. I just… Oh, I don’t know. I just figured that you might appreciate it if someone tried to see more in you than the porn actor. Isn’t that what you said?”
He sighed and shook his head. “Look, I fuck with lots of guys. I enjoy sex on and off the clock and I’m not a poor, traumatised soul who got bullied into this by an abusive lover or whatever crazy idea you’ve come up with. I don’t need to be rescued. I’m very much capable of looking after myself. So, and this is the last time I ask, do you want to leave?”
 “For a fuck, you mean?”
He didn’t bat an eyelid. “Yes. Or two.”
“No.” The answer surprised me and it clearly wasn’t what he’d expected either. He blinked and raised his eyebrows, then he leaned in. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.” I groaned. “Don’t ask me why. I can’t explain it and I must be bloody stupid to reject you, but I don’t think we should.”
I really couldn’t explain it and I was bloody stupid to reject him. He was so unfairly gorgeous and I wanted him badly—again—but I felt mistrustful of my good luck, much as if I’d been given the keys to an expensive sports car. I was an average guy and luxuries like sports cars or beautiful porn actors just weren’t mine to have. They belonged in a different world—in a world where money and beauty ruled.
Colin watched me with an unfathomable expression on his face. “Just why on earth did you ask me out for coffee?”
“Because you’re too good to let go and I didn’t know if I’d see you again.”
Chuckling, Colin rolled his eyes. “I just don’t get you, kid. You ask me out for coffee even though you’re so nervous you nearly swallow your tongue. Now we’re here and I offer to give you what you obviously wanted and you chicken out? Why?”
 “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know. I do know that I’m going to curse myself to hell and back tomorrow for not taking you up on this, but right now, I think we just shouldn’t do it.”
“Have you watched my films?”
“Huh?”
“You heard. Have you?”
The heat that promptly began to tint my cheeks should’ve told him all, but I nodded anyway. “Yes. All of them.”
“And? What do you think?”
I shrugged, wondering. His face still gave nothing away. “They’re hot. You are hot. But they’re films. Fantasies acted out to titillate. I’m not fool enough to believe that you’re the ever-horny, always available sex maniac you so often impersonate. Not any more than the shy but curious virgin-cum-slut role you played earlier today.”
He trailed the rim of his glass with his long, elegant fingers, regarding me with a thoughtful expression as if he was trying to look into my soul. “I have to admit, I underestimated you. You’re a lot more perceptive than I would have thought. A lot more…”
“Understanding?”
He smiled. “Ready to look beyond the surface.”
“Well, just because I’m too dumb to hold down a decent job doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”
“I never said you were stupid.” His tone was matter-of-fact, too crisp to allow me to whine, and too emotionless to make me want to fight. “And I know nothing of the jobs you do or don’t hold down. Even if I did, I’m hardly one to point a finger.”


Sage Marlowe
Flavours of gay erotic fiction


Sage Marlowe’s A Nightmare Come True Tour

Nicole Morgan 4/29 
 
Sensuous Promos 4/30 
 
Michelle Roth 5/1 
 
Nicki Day 5/2
 
Darkest Cravings 5/3 
 
Andrew Jericho 5/4
 
Get Cozy 5/5 
 
Nikki Noffsinger 5/6 
 
The Book Pub 5/7
All my Book Finds 5/8 
 
Characters Behaving Badly               
 

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Super Sexy Sub-Dominant by @SageMarlowe #BDSM #MM #GayRomance


Sub-Dominant by Sage Marlowe

Trained by one of the quirkiest Dom/sub-teams in the country, Dom Tyler Kane knows exactly how to handle a toppy sub. He keeps Connor on his toes, er, knees, in the bedroom, but when his capricious lover sets his heart on pushing yet another limit, Tyler finds himself not only with a dominant sub but also with a Dom who has yet to accept his true identity. 

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Excerpt (Chapter 1)
Eric
Eric ushered his guest inside, then he indicated for him to sit in the visitor’s chair. “So what’s this mysterious assignment you’ve been dying to tell me about?”
Tom grinned. “Ah, Eric, you always cut right to the chase.”
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“Whatever happened to chitchat and offering a visitor drinks and all that?”
Eric sat in the chair behind his desk. He put his elbows on the polished wood in front of him, rested his fingertips against one another and looked at the man he’d known since their school days. “I’m pretty sure you’ve had your chitchat with Rebecca before she announced you were here and knowing her, she’s going to walk through that door with your mug of cinnamon-flavoured café latte right about…now.”
There was a soft knock on the door then it opened and in came Rebecca, Eric’s assistant, carrying a tray with two mugs and a plate of biscuits. She smiled, put the goodies on the table and left after a quick glance at Eric to check whether he needed anything.
Eric flashed a smile. “See? We know how to spoil our guests here at Swann Relocation.”
“I never doubted that, Tiger, and that’s exactly the reason why I’m here.”
Eric let his doubtful frown show over the rim of his coffee mug. “Uh-huh. Drop the smarmy act, Tommy. What do you want me to do for you?”
Tom chuckled. “It’s not about what you can do for me, it’s about what I can do for you.”
Faking a yawn, Eric swivelled his chair to look out the window.
“Okay, okay. Listen. I was approached with an assignment that I think you’d be thrilled to hear about.”
“Uh-huh.” Eric cocked an eyebrow and took a sip of his coffee. “Tell me why that is.”
“Because it’s perfect for you. You’re the man for this job. And when you’ve come to realise that, too, you’re going to thank me.”
“Tom! Tell me what it’s about now, will you? Or do I have to ask Rebecca to walk you out?”
Tom’s smile widened. “Well, it’s quite simple.” He paused for effect. “You’ll get paid a ridiculous amount of money to locate a new home for your client and help him find his way around town for three months. That doesn’t sound like a bad job, does it?”
“No, that doesn’t sound bad at all. But why don’t you do it yourself if it’s such a fantastic job?”
Tom shrugged and bit off a chunk of his chocolate biscuit. “They need someone this side of the Atlantic”, he explained, chewing.
Watching Tom, Eric tried to figure out what the man wasn’t saying. He was a nice guy and a good friend, but he was also a little weasel that had the uncanny ability to sniff a good business opportunity before anybody else did.
“You know this side of the Atlantic very well. You could easily do it. Besides, this client approachedyou, and you know how I feel about passing them on from one agent to the next.”
Tom sighed. He licked his fingers then washed down his biscuit with some café latte. “I know, I know, and I would love to take on this assignment myself, but I don’t really want to spend three months away from home.”
“Why’s that?”
“It’s… Well, I’m seeing someone. It’s still fresh, but at this stage, being away for so long would probably be the end before it’s even started.”
Eric smiled. Tom wasn’t too lucky in his choices of potential partners, but that didn’t keep him from trying to find the future Mrs Ketten again and again. “Okay, fair enough, but something tells me there’s still more to this than you’re letting on, so why don’t you just spill the beans now?”
Tom rolled his eyes and gave an exaggerated sigh. “You’re not easy to please, dear boy. I’m offering you a well-paid assignment. Don’t you know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth?”
Eric gave a shrug. “In fact, I don’t. I’m not keen on paying the vet’s bill, you know, so I make sure to look a nag not only in the mouth. I also check its feet and take it for a ride.”
“Fine. Thing is, our client wants the relocation agent to keep an eye on his son, too. Make sure he doesn’t skip classes, stays out of trouble and doesn’t fall in with the wrong crowd—that sort of thing.”
“What? He doesn’t want a relocation agent, he wants a fucking babysitter! How old is this son we’re talking about? Does he have to be taken to playgroup, too? I hope your client doesn’t expect you to change the kid’s nappies or give him his milk.”
Tom smacked his hand on the desk in front of him. “Oh, stop being a fusspot, Eric! Connor’s turned eighteen last September.” He leaned in and lowered his voice. “Your mission, Eric, should you choose to accept it, mainly consists of making sure the kid’s ass is in bed at night. In the right bed, at a reasonable time.” His eyes glittered. “You might be interested to hear that this is a distinctly cute ass we’re talking about.”
Eric sucked in a sharp breath. “You know I don’t mix business and pleasure and apart from that, at eighteen, he’s quite a bit too young for me, don’t you think?”
Tom shrugged. “You’re only eight years his senior and I’m not saying you should put him into your bed. I’m just saying he’s hot. Seriously hot. It won’t hurt you to get an eyeful of pretty boy while you’re doing your job. And as for his age—he may be young, but he’s legal, so you don’t need to worry about that.”
“I don’t need to worry about that because I have no intention of getting involved with him.”
“Yeah, I know, Mr Proper. He has probably no intention of getting involved with you either.”
Eric groaned and rolled his eyes. “And what makes you think that?”
“From what I’ve heard, he’s supposed to be straight. But hey, maybe you can bend him a little. Seems to me you don’t need to worry about his virtue either. Apparently there isn’t much left.” Tom waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eric didn’t like the expression in Tom’s eyes. In his experience, that particular gleam always meant trouble.
“There’s a rumour that he was about to start a rather promising career in the film industry—and I’m not talking Hollywood—but Daddy dearest got wind of it and now he has to return to Olde England to go to university and finish his degree like the good little boy he ought to be.”
“Somehow I get the feeling these films had nothing to do with a bunch of girls crying over a romantic hero,” Eric said.
Tom gave him a dirty grin. “Well, let’s say it was the kind of film where a bunch of girls cry out for the hero and it wasn’t so much romance as hard core porn.”
“Have you seen it?”
“Nope. It doesn’t appear to be available on the market. At least not that I could’ve tracked it down. My guess is Daddy dearest has either bought all the copies or he’s had them destroyed. Or both.”
“So I’m supposed to babysit a prodigal son who would much rather spend his time fucking around in front of a camera than go to university.” Eric sneered. “I’m not dumb, Tom. This kid spells trouble and you know it. That’s why you want to reassign him to me, not because you’ve lost your heart to some blonde bimbo with big tits and three brain cells. Why don’t you just tell your client to go find someone else if you don’t want the job?”
Tom sighed. “The contract is signed and sealed. Ricky, we’re talking about Corbin Prescott, the founder of Prescott Acquisitions, here. The man is loaded, and his company has branches in the UK and the US with employees moving from one continent to the other all the time. If we play this right, there could be a lot more business coming our way. This assignment may be a pain in the ass, but it’s worth grinding your teeth. You have to look at the big picture.”
Eric laughed out loud. “I’m supposed to grind my teeth because you’re looking at the big picture? Comeon, Tommy. You should know me better than that.”
Defeat flashed in Tom’s eyes. “Fine. What are your terms?”
“To take the boy off your hands and play nice with Daddy Prescott?”
“Yeah.”
“How much money are we talking about?”
“The usual fee for the VIP-package plus fifty percent extra for dragging the kid around town and making sure he stays on track until he’s settled in.”
“I want ninety percent of the fee plus the full bonus,” Eric said.
“Jesus, Eric. That’s—”
“Only fair and you know it. Oh, and for your ten percent, you’re going to take care of things your side of the ocean.”
“Fifteen percent.”
Eric smiled. “Eight? That’s sweet of you, but you know, I’m still not so sure I should accept it. Even with the bonus, and even assuming the boy is going to behave, it’s going to eat up a lot of my time.”
Tom rolled his eyes and raised his hands. “When have you become so pragmatic, Eric? Think about the money. Three months and you can take the rest of the year off if you want. And there’s still the chance you get a personal bonus out of it.”
“I. Don’t. Fuck. My. Clients. Besides, I prefer my men a bit more mature. An eighteen-year old twink just doesn’t do it for me.”
“Seven percent for me and I’ll take that as a yes, shall I?” Tom grinned and Eric heaved a sigh. The man knew far too well how to push his buttons.

About Sage

Sage is a multi-published author of MM erotic romance novels and novellas and loves exploring the flavours of gay erotic fiction. 

A willing slave to all the fascinating guys who keep queuing up and want their stories told, Sage can almost always be found cooking up the next hot story or daydreaming about new ways of rubbing sexy male bodies together to make the sparks fly.

 

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