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.
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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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