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Friday, April 29, 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 1: Meeting Colin
The inside of the building kept the promise its outside had given. Bare stone walls, naked, chipped and paint-stained concrete floors and cheap, too bright overhead lights. I was a guy and it didn’t take much to get me in the mood, but somehow I’d imagined the location for a porn film shoot to have just a tad more of a sexy atmosphere.
I was one of the first to arrive. There was another guy with a ponytail who was busy glaring at his smartphone, two cameramen and one man who was taping a large microphone to a rod.
“Hi there,” I greeted no one in particular and no one in particular responded. The only replies I got from the four men were muffled grunts and a mumbled “Hello.”
I went to the man with the ponytail. “Hi, I’m Mike. Mike Fawkes.”
Tapping away on his phone, he barely looked up. “Peter Evans. Call me Pete. I’m the producer-slash-director-slash-casting agent. Any questions, talk to me.”
“Yeah, all right.” I let my gaze travel across the run-down film set. A super king-size bed was tucked into a corner, which was probably for the best as it didn’t look inviting. Its stripped mattress wore a multitude of stains in different shades—fading scars that had been earned in countless battles. An old-fashioned but large sofa sat in the middle of the room, its faded green corduroy covering threadbare in places. No, they didn’t put much effort into an appealing location. “So, this is where the action’s gonna happen, huh?” I observed, mainly just to say something.
Pete glanced at me. The corners of his eyes were wrinkled in a half-smile. “Yeah. You’re early.”
“Well, yes. I figured it might be better if I came early.”
A soft chuckle right behind me made my back tingle. “Sweetheart, in this business it’s never good to come early.”
Pete looked past me and grinned. “You took the words right out of my mouth. Hi, Colin. You’re a bit early yourself.”
“Yeah, I know,” Colin drawled. He moved past me and leaned in to Pete who tilted his head. For a moment I thought he’d kiss him full on the mouth, then Colin turned the motion into a quick peck on the cheek, but it was too late.
A scene from the film I’d watched last night in anticipation of the meeting interfered with reality and a dirty fantasy began to unwind in my mind. I imagined Colin greeting me with a kiss, only that ours would be open mouths and tongue-touching and all. Blood shot into my dick, fast enough to make me dizzy. Fool that I was, I’d come prepared to meet the star of my dreams, but nothing had prepared me for Colin’s enormous sex appeal. On camera he was sexy as sin, off camera he was Viagra on legs. He wore tight-fitting, ripped blue jeans and a pale grey, long-sleeved T-shirt. The fabric of the latter was so soft that it not only hugged the curves of his pectoral muscles—I could also easily make out the shape of the nipple piercing underneath.
“I spent last night at someone else’s place and it seemed easiest to just come here straight away,” Colin told Pete in a conversational tone.
Pete smirked. “Ah, that explains the good mood.”
Colin tugged his shirt in place, not that it had needed it, and picked at the hem. “Guess so,” he mumbled.
“Everything okay?” Pete asked, suddenly sombre as he looked at Colin with an inquisitive gaze.
“Yeah, everything’s all right. It just wasn’t quite what I expected.”
Pete raised his eyebrows. “Meaning?”
Colin opened his mouth, then glanced at me and made a face in the split second it took him to turn back to Pete. He sighed. “Meaning it didn’t really fill my…cravings. I hope today will be better.”
“I’m sure it will be,” Pete said and patted Colin’s shoulder. “We can start as soon as your partner is here.”
“Great. Still have to take a shower, though. I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Don’t take too long, gorgeous. You don’t want to keep your co-star waiting, do you?”
“Not at all. Just send him in to fetch me,” Colin said and took off his T-shirt, revealing his perfectly drool-worthy torso. The silver stud in his left nipple caught the light and gleamed. I wanted to lick it and find out how the metal felt where it was warmed by his skin. Instead I bit my lip, hoping that the pain would distract my cock so the throbbing erection I had would ease off.
Pete smirked. “Don’t think so, Col. I don’t want you to be all worn out before we start.”
“No worries there. I’m all up to go for a while.” Colin tossed his shirt on the chair next to him, then jerked his head in my direction. “That him?”
Following Colin’s indication, Pete glanced at me. His assessing gaze made me feel like a horse at an auction, and I remembered that he’d introduced himself as the casting agent, among all the other jobs. He shot me a wink and turned back to Colin. “Nah. He’s a cutie, gotta give him that, but he’s just the new handyman.



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Flavours of gay erotic fiction



Wednesday, November 25, 2015

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


Sub-Dominant by Sage Marlowe

When relocation agent Eric Swann is assigned to ease young Connor Prescott into moving back to London, he expects the boy to be more enthusiastic—and less irritating. 
Used to roaming freely among his mother’s D-list celebrity friends, Connor is anything but happy when his father decides to put him on a leash—a leash with a far too attractive handler on the other end. Secretly craving a man who knows how to yank his chain and show him exactly where the limits are, Connor does what he’s best at. He manipulates Eric into giving him what he wants, making the man reveal a side of him that Eric himself isn’t ready to accept. 
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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