YES!! I AM WAY SUPER EXCITED TO BRING YOU THE RE-RELEASE OF BOOK 3 IN THE SUB-MISSION SERIES BY SAGE MARLOWE; SUB-CULTURE! LIKE I DO WITH ALL OF SAGE'S BOOK I FELT A CONNECTION WITH THIS ONE; MAINLY BECAUSE I ALREADY KNEW AND LOVED THE COUPLE! LET'S TAKE A LOOK:
OH YES IT IS! PERFECT QUOTE! HERE IS MY REVIEW:
Sub-Culture (Sub-Mission Series #3) by: Sage Marlowe
reviewed by: Becky
When life gets on top, delving into a sub-culture may be just what it takes to keep a sinking relationship afloat
Five years after the bumpy start to their relationship, Noah and Pierce have settled well into their lives as a happy couple. The arrival of a new child should have made their matrimonial bliss complete, but the strain of raising a baby and a teenager, combined with a lot of pressure in their jobs, is beginning to take its toll.
In the midst of what already is a potentially explosive situation, Noah’s younger brother Jonah comes to stay with them, forcing Noah to face the issues he still has regarding his homophobic parents and adding to the emotional pressure he is under.
When Noah starts behaving oddly and Pierce just can’t seem to put his jealousy to rest, the cracks in their relationship become too severe to ignore any longer. They struggle to keep their sinking love afloat but, as Noah craves the comfort a certain sub-culture can offer, Pierce finds himself wondering just how far he is willing to step out of his own comfort zone to save their love.
Reader advisory: This edition is a re-edited re-release. Sub-Culture is the sequel to Sub-Mission and a part of Noah and Pierce’s story is also featured in Re-Submission. Whilst each book stands on its own, to enjoy the story in full it is recommended to read the books in the order of release (Sub-Mission, Re-Submission, Sub-Culture).
When I learned that this book was about Noah and Pierce, at first I was like "WHAT, you're messing with my guys again!", but this is just what was needed to round out this series, closure! It was a lovely idea and I am sorry I ever doubted Sage! ;)
Noah is itchy and twitchy, the life that he has grown comfortable with is in upheaval, what with a new addition, and the unexpected arrival of Noah's brother. He needs something, but he doesn't feel comfortable asking for it! Meanwhile Pierce is going crazy thinking the worst when Noah starts acting strange.
I love these two men, but I think I relate more to Pierce, he is a fixer, and not knowing how to fix something or even what that something is, well it is driving him batty! This book is a lesson in really listening to your partner, and also a lesson in trusting and reading between the lines of a partnership.
This book is trademark Marlowe in that it captures you from the start, and gives you what you need from this plot line and more!
If you are just starting this series since they can be read as stand alone's, you will want to know what comes before, and if you know the series you will be happy with this book which wraps it up in a nice, sexy package! Thanks Sage, for giving people a second chance to read a first rate series!
the 5 flogger rating :)
OH BOY DOES THIS DESERVE THE 5 FLOGGER RATING! WHEW IT'S A HOT ONE! HERE IS THE ARe BUY LINK, AND THE AMAZON US AND UK BUY LINKS:
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NOW HERE IS AN EXCERPT FOR YOU:
“Fuck, not again!” Noah snatched the duvet under his arm, turned around and buried his head in the pillow.
“Uh, it’s your turn, love,” Pierce reminded him, struggling to recall how to work his voice. If only he wasn’t so incredibly, mind-numbingly tired… He dragged an eyelid open and glanced at the clock on the nightstand, but only because it was there anyway, straight in his blurry line of vision. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered.
An assembly of cool, greenish dashes informed him that it was half past two. That meant he would have three more hours of sleep until he needed to get up. Noah would have four—in theory.
“No way!” Noah’s protest was muffled by the pile of pillows and duvet he’d buried himself under, but it was nonetheless vehement. “It was my turn last night already.”
“Sorry,” Pierce mumbled, half apologetic, half relieved and completely anaesthetised with fatigue. “That was the night before last.”
“Fuck.” The mattress bounced as Noah sat up. There was a noisy inhalation of breath—Noah yawning. “Shouldn’t he be able to make it through the night without another feed by now anyway?”
Right on cue, another long, heartbreaking and ear-splitting wail sliced through what was left of the night’s peace and quiet.
“Try telling him that,” Pierce retorted.
“Pheebs stopped needing night feeds—”
“When she was six months old. I know. But Phinneas just isn’t Phoebe. He is who he is and he happens to need his milk at night so we have to give it to him. You have to give it to him.”
“Yeah, right,” Noah grunted but pushed to his feet. “Coming,” he grumbled on the way out into the hall, then, seconds later, his voice sounded much gentler as he said, “Well, hello, you sleepless little gremlin. Got the munchies again, haven’t you?” More words followed, but they were too low for Pierce to make them out. Knowing Noah, it was a mix of sweet little nothings and good-humoured insults, which was his usual way of dealing with the baby whenever he was overtired and needed to vent some of the resulting grumpiness. Noah would never allow himself to let the fiery side of his temper show around either of their two children. It was what made him a wonderful dad—part of it, anyway. He was patient, generous, funny… Pierce found it increasingly hard to focus on the noises Noah was making in the kitchen while he was preparing the baby’s bottle.
No, they weren’t in the kitchen any longer. Already, Noah’s light-hearted chatter was growing louder as he approached their door on the way back to Baby Phin’s bedroom. Listening to the soothing, familiar tone of Noah’s voice, Pierce let the sweet melody of the faint accent in it lull him back to sleep.
The peace didn’t last long. Thirty minutes, according to the cool, greenish dashes on the alarm clock. The mattress bounced again but, instead of Noah’s six foot tall, hard-muscled body, something—or rather someone—significantly smaller, and also a lot bonier, crept into Pierce’s bed. A tiny, but pointed elbow hit him in the ribs with an accuracy that would have made a professional wrestler proud.
“Fu—Phoebe!” Pierce gasped as the air left his lungs a lot faster than he’d intended it to. “What are you doing here?” He rubbed the spot just left of his sternum. It was going to turn into a nasty bruise.
“Phin woke me up,” Phoebe complained.
“That’s no reason for you to be out of bed at this time,” Pierce pointed out.
“But I can’t sleep.”
“No, of course you can’t sleep when you’re walking around and— Oi!”
Occupying the space Noah had deserted only half an hour ago, Phoebe had snatched the duvet in a very good imitation of her father. Just like he had done earlier, she turned around, buried her head in his pillow and started snoring. So much for not being able to sleep.
Pierce knew he should move her, but the notion of getting out of his warm, almost comfortable nest was more than he could face. Besides, his own limbs felt like lead. How he was supposed to move with the added weight of a twelve-year-old if his own body was too heavy for him to drag out of bed was beyond him. He was still contemplating whether or not he should try to carry her back into her own bed or simply ignore the late-night visitor and go back to sleep when Noah returned. Another half-hour had passed, as the numbers on the alarm clock pointed out.
“Taken,” Pierce warned and indicated Noah’s side of the bed.
“Fan-fucking-tastic!” Hovering in front of the bed, Noah glared down at his sleeping child. “Why didn’t you tell her to go back to her own room?”
“Couldn’t. By the time I realised what was happening, she was already rolled into that duvet, tight as a tick. What was up with Phin? You’ve been gone quite long.”
“I know.” Noah let out an exasperated sigh. Or maybe it was just another yawn. “I had to change him after I fed him, then he was awake and wanted to play, puked on himself, so I had to change his clothes again—the usual.” He watched Phoebe for another moment, then he murmured, “What do you think I should do about this one now?”
It said a lot about the state of exhaustion he was in that he had asked Pierce for directions. Once upon a time, he would have fought Pierce for the lead every step of the way. Now, although he had mellowed, he was still quick to decide for himself and didn’t often ask for advice—especially not when it had something to do with their children and, above all, Phoebe, his biological child.
“Carry her back?” Pierce suggested. He knew he ought to be more helpful, really, but he was just so bloody bushed.
Noah chewed his bottom lip. “I’m not sure. Maybe she needs the, uh, affirmation and the contact with us. She’s been trying to sneak into our room quite often for a while now, hasn’t she?”
“Do you believe that it has something to do with the baby? Could it be that she feels neglected and is jealous of all the attention we’re giving him?”
“I’m not sure,” Pierce answered. Seriously, a quarter to four in the morning was not an awesome time to discuss parental issues, contrary to what Noah seemed to think. But that was the thing with Noah. Once he was fully awake, he stayed that way for a while. Even if it was the middle of the night and he had only about three hours of sleep left before getting up. Three hours for Noah, which meant two hours for Pierce. “I haven’t thought about it yet, to be honest,” Pierce added when it became clear that Noah was not going to settle with the short answer. “It sounds as if that’s what you think, though.”
“The thought has occurred to me. She seems to have become a lot smoochier since he’s around, too. Remember how she used to act all grown up and independent a couple of months ago?” Finally sitting down on the side of the bed, next to Phoebe, he reached out and stroked her hair.
“Look at my baby. She is all grown up and independent already, isn’t she?” he whispered.
“I really don’t mean to spoil what seems to be a moment of immense paternal bliss, but could you please take Pheebs back to her own room now and come to bed?”
Noah jerked his head up in surprise. His eyes glittered in the dim light that fell in from the street lamp outside as he stared at Pierce, but if Pierce’s unkind words had hurt him, he wasn’t letting on. That was another thing with Noah. If something upset him, he rarely let it show.
MAN THIS BOOK IS GOOD! CAN'T WAIT FOR YOU GUYS TO DIVE INTO IT! I THOUGHT I WOULD GIVE YOU THE LINK TO SAGE'S AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE SO YOU CAN SEE WHAT ELSE HE HAS TO OFFER! (BELIEVE ME IT'S ALL WORTH A READ :P )
THANKS FOR JOINING US FOR OUR SPOTLIGHT!!