The Nightmares-Series by Sage Marlowe
What if the old, folkloristic tales are
true and nightmares exist? What if a nightmare isn’t just the vivid and
frightening scenario our tormented subconscious presents to us as we sleep, but
a paranormal being that is as substantial and real as you and I—an incubus, a
demon that feeds on human emotions? Could a man fall in love with such a demon,
and could the demon love him in return?
Colin Meighan, co-owner of the small but
successful gay porn production company Centre Studs is also the company’s
biggest star. He sports a pretty exterior, but there’s more to him than meets
the eye. Too young to know the full extent of what he is, he has to learn that
the world he lives in isn’t what it seems. There are powers at work that exceed
everything he’s ever believed in and the lines between nightmare and reality
become blurred as he discovers the truth about himself and his gruesome
heritage.
This, in short, is what the Nightmares – Series is about, but there’s
more to it. A lot more. A cast of intriguing, likeable and mysterious
characters takes you on a ride with more twists and turns than the average
rollercoaster. Hot sex is more than just fun for these guys—it’s vital. And
yet, while one man alone can never be enough for demon Colin, romance and love
are far from dead.
Try the Nightmares but be warned:
they’re addictive and will possibly—probably—leave you sweating, tossing and
turning in your bed…or wherever you choose to read them.
Here’s the beginning of A Nightmare Come True, Book One in the Nightmares Series, to whet your
appetite (Copyright Sage Marlowe, 2013):
When the
day I was supposed to meet Colin Meighan finally arrived, I still couldn’t
believe my luck. I was dying to meet the man in person, so, unsurprisingly, I
arrived early at the address Uncle Tony had given me. It was a somewhat
run-down former warehouse and far from the sexy and glamorous location I’d been
expecting to find.
My uncle
Tony, who always knew someone who knew someone, had set me up for a job.
"It’s cash in hand," he’d told me, shielding me from my mother’s
suspicious glances. "A fairly good rate, too, as long as you’re willing to
keep your eyes shut for some of the time."
It had been
our monthly family gathering and I, true to form, had arrived with the news of
having been sacked once again. Just what did it say about me that my mother
hadn’t even seemed surprised and my father, who once upon a time would have
considered this a perfect reason to warm my hide, had just shrugged and
continued to pick at his food?
"What
exactly does this job involve?" I’d asked under my breath, watching my
parents’ wordless argument.
"A bit
of everything," Tony had replied. "It’s a low-budget film production
and they just need a capable pair of hands to help move around equipment, put
up lights and screens and stuff like that. I’ve done it a few times myself, but
I’m busy that day."
Young and
naïve as I was, the words 'film production' had blocked out the adjective
'low-budget' by far, but it hadn’t been until I’d cornered Tony on the
doorstep, when he’d been about to leave, that I had managed to extract further
information on the film production in question.
"Gay
porn," he’d said, smirking. "But don’t worry, the guys keep their
hands to themselves—or each other, anyway. You won’t need to watch the action
either. Just turn around when you’re done with your part of the job."
I hadn’t
pointed out the double-entendre in his last sentence. He certainly hadn’t
suggested I turn around and show my butt to some of the hottest guys in
Britain. Pursuing the topic of gay porn or even gay sex any further wouldn’t
have been wise at the best of times, but on the doorstep of my father’s house,
jobless and on the wrong page of my father’s books, it could have rendered me
homeless within minutes.
Of course,
my sexual orientation had always been a well kept secret at our home. My
parents knew but the rest of the family remained in the dark, so dear Uncle
Tony probably thought nothing of sending me to the set of a porn film. Little
did he know that it was like asking an eight-year old to help guard a candy
store. When he’d mentioned the name of the production company, Centre Studs,
I’d barely been able to stop myself punching the air in victory. Centre Studs
was a small company and a lightweight compared to the big overseas porn
industry, but they made high quality films using the nation’s finest gay porn
stars. And for me, when it came to gay porn stars, there was no one better or
hotter than Colin Meighan.
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 busy 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.
For the full series listing, please
visit the publisher’s website at: https://www.totallybound.com/index.php?route=product/series&series_id=388
The first four books are also already available
from Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GDJGQEG
and ARe: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-anightmarecometrue-1335054-340.html
(the links take you to the first book in the series)
Or visit Sage’s world on www.sage-marlowe.com
About the author
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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