WELCOME TO NIGHTMARE WEEK:
This week we will be reviewing the nightmare series
by Sage Marlowe: Strap in and come along for the ride,
you will be so glad you did!
A Nightmare Come True (Nightmares #1) by: Sage Marlowe
reviewed by: Becky
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 book is the first in a series with an ongoing story arc. It is set in the world of gay porn where the heroes enjoy a red-hot multi-man pile-up with secondary characters as well as some mild BDSM play.
I could write for days about this book, it was a sexy, smokin thrill ride that takes you places you never even dreamed! I am so glad to be bringing this series to the blog for a whole week, there are 6 books, and on the 7th day I will be doing a series wrap up. This is one of the best books I have read in a while, and I read a LOT of books! I love a book that can carry me to a place I don't expect, and could never have imagined! Get ready for some scorching hot sex in this baby too! Whew, I didn't nickname this author the King of the Sex Scene for nothin! I will not give away this books secrets, but I will say you will kick yourself if you don't read it! It was the best 'Nightmare' I ever had! Thanks Sage, for keeping us worked up and keeping us guessing with this epic start to a series! Come back tomorrow for the second book in the series! The Amazon buy links are below so you can grab this work of art and start reading! I have included the link to this wonderful authors website also, so you can get to know him better! *5 Stars*
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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.
I just know this isn't enough of this book for you, so go grab it and walk into the greatest nightmare you have ever had!
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