Showing posts with label Sage Marlowe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sage Marlowe. Show all posts

Sunday, May 8, 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 ~ Becoming a Porn Star
The sense of approaching doom vanished eventually, but the next time I was in the same room as Colin Meighan, it returned, stronger than before. It was exactly four weeks later and I’d just finished helping Yannick set up the screens when Colin entered. Bizarrely, I didn’t even have to see him to know he was in the room. I felt his presence as strongly as if he’d touched me.
“Hi, Pete, ready to roll?” he asked and the sound of his voice behind me didn’t surprise me. I didn’t turn my head to look, just diverted a small portion of my attention to him while I continued with my work.
Peter laughed. “Sure, always. Good to see you, Col. Hope you’ve taken some vitamins. I’ve got big plans for you today.”
“Big plans, huh? What’s on the list?”
“Andy, Jackson, Ben and Big D,” Pete answered.
“Ah, right, you said it was a multiple partner thing.” Colin didn’t sound concerned.
“Yes, and you’re going to bottom for all of them, so make sure you’re prepared.”
Colin chuckled. “Aren’t I always? But yeah, you’re right. I’m off to take a shower.”
I’d resisted the urge to sneak a peek, but I had to move one of the flashlights and from where I stood now, it was impossible not to see him. Colin took off his jeans and I held my breath. He was naked underneath, and shaved—completely, from what I could see. I couldn’t stop staring at him even though I’d seen it all before so many times. He was in perfect shape. Average in height, his slender frame was equipped with lean but well-toned muscles. I couldn’t wait to see more of him. Well, actually I would’ve loved to be the one who didn’t just look but also touched, but he was right. He was so far out of my league that I couldn’t understand what had possessed me to ask him out for coffee.
“Oi, kiddo, mind where you point that light!” Peter’s voice yanked me out of my daydream. Colin shot me a wink over his shoulder on his way to the shower. The bastard was grinning from ear to ear. Turning my back on him, I glanced at Peter. “Sorry.” I was spared further apologies when his phone rang and he left me standing to take his call. I couldn’t understand what he was talking about and minded my own business, which consisted of arranging five reluctant flashlights and making sure that the cables didn’t trip anyone up.
When Peter joined me a good ten minutes later, he didn’t look happy. “Move that bench farther to the middle, will you? And put the lube within easy reach, the guys are gonna need it,” he instructed.
“Sure,” I confirmed and went to fetch the four pots of lube from the table at the end of the room. I’d never seen those before. They looked like serious stuff, nothing like the smaller, see-through tubes I bought.
 “Heavy duty lube,” Colin said right next to me. I hadn’t heard him approach and whatever had made me pick up his vibes earlier didn’t seem to work anymore either. He looked perfectly tempting in a lush white bathrobe, a mischievous smirk on his lips as he watched me pick up the containers.
“Uh, right. Of course,” I muttered, aware that I must have come across as a blushing virgin, then I carried the four tubs back to the corner of the room where I put them in the places I hoped would be within easy reach. I had no idea how all those men were supposed to do it in that confined space, but I figured that most of the action would happen on the bench.
Peter had waved Colin over as soon as he’d seen him and the two of them talked in low voices. I was distracted by the arrival of three more men, who joked and laughed like best pals. I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. They were all handsome. Different types, but well above average-looking and they started shedding their clothes virtually the moment they entered. Peter looked across to them. “Hey, aren’t you a bit impatient?” he called.
“Well, yeah,” one of them, a bulky, bearded leather-daddy type with jet black hair and the most amazing, bright turquoise eyes hollered back. “Been hard for Colin’s ass all morning!” His deep voice was a lazy American drawl. Reaching down, he waved his massive erection to prove his point. “Can’t wait to give the boy a pounding.”
“Ah, Big D,” Colin said, a sexy come-hither smile playing on his lips. “Great to see you. My arse has been itching for you ever since Pete told me you were in this.”
 “Good. Gonna make you scream again, baby.”
Colin smirked. “I’m sure you are.”
“Come here, give us a kiss,” a tall and elegant blond who’d lingered in the background said as he walked up to Colin. He put a hand around the back of his head and pressed a firm kiss on his mouth then he reached down and brushed Colin’s groin with the backs of his fingers. “Not all that happy to see us, huh?”
“Oh, I am. Just trying to keep my cool so I’ll last long enough.”
“Guys, please.” Peter sighed. “Can we at least do a briefing before you jump each other’s bones? Just so you know who’s going to jump what bones exactly.”
Four pairs of eyes were turned to him expectantly and he grinned. “Well, quite simple, actually. Col is the horny slut who gets fucked by all of you. Do as you please, but I want at least one scene where Jackson and Ben fuck him while Big D and Andy take turns fucking his mouth.”
The third man, a tall, dark-skinned hunk, cleared his throat. “Um, Pete. About Andy… If you’re talking of Andy Sjoverg, I don’t think he’s gonna turn up today.”
Pete frowned. “Why not?”
“Got caught last night with some coke. And I’m not talking soft drinks.”
“Shit.” Pete groaned. “Bloody idiot. How many times have I told him to keep his fingers off that crap but no, stupid bastard wouldn’t listen.”
“Sorry, mate.”
“Not your fault, Jackson. But that busts my scene and pretty much the entire group fuck premise I had in mind. It wasn’t much of a gangbang anyway with only four tops involved but three?” Pete sighed and shook his head. “Not gonna work.”
“Don’t you have back-up?” Jackson asked.
“I did, but not anymore. Max Austin just called. Apparently he’s been under the weather for a while and has to take a time out.” His gaze trailed to Colin and for a split second, there was silent accusation in his eyes.
Colin pouted. “Well, bugger. And I was so looking forward to a thorough pounding.”
“So was I.” Pete rubbed his forehead. “Well, it can’t be helped. It’s just the four of you then, because I sure as hell ain’t gonna waste a day of filming. Go get yourselves ready, guys. We’ll start as soon as the boys have everything set up and…” Suddenly he narrowed his eyes and looked across the room, meeting my gaze. “Hm, maybe…” He flashed a quick smile, turned to Colin and said, “Why don’t I recruit someone new?”
“Huh?”
Pete pointed at me with his thumb. “He’s cute, you said so yourself. Pretty face and he knows how to hold a tool. I’m sure he’s got a decent body underneath those clothes, too.”
My face, pretty or not, heated up as if flame-torched.
“Him?” Colin sounded more than a tad sceptical.
“Why not? He looks like he could give your arse a good drilling. Kid’s drooling already anyway, so we might as well let him in on the fun.”
Colin glanced at me. His expression was cold and fairly hostile. “An amateur? Are you kidding?”
“Not at all. Oi!” Pete called and set off in my direction. “What do you think? Wanna fuck Colin?”
I squirmed and more flaming heat shot into my cheeks as I remembered how my last encounter with Colin had ended.


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
Read More »

Wednesday, December 2, 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. 

Purchase from Amazon

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 cafĂ© 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 cafĂ© 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.

 

Sage’s Links

Read More »

Sherrilyn Kenyon's Acheron Quotes