A Nightmare Come True (Nightmares 1)
Release date: April 29, 2016. Available for pre-order
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. Revised Edition.
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Excerpt: A NIGHTMARE COME TRUE
Copyright © Sage Marlowe, 2013/2016
***CONTENT WARNING - ADULT CONTENT***
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 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 spent last night at someone else’s place and it seemed easiest to just come here straight away,” Colin told Pete in a conversational tone.
Pete smirked. “Ah, that explains the good mood.”
Colin tugged his shirt in place, not that it had needed it, and picked at the hem. “Guess so,” he mumbled.
“Everything okay?” Pete asked, suddenly sombre as he looked at Colin with an inquisitive gaze.
“Yeah, everything’s all right. It just wasn’t quite what I expected.”
Pete raised his eyebrows. “Meaning?”
Colin opened his mouth, then glanced at me and made a face in the split second it took him to turn back to Pete. He sighed. “Meaning it didn’t really fill my…cravings. I hope today will be better.”
“I’m sure it will be,” Pete said and patted Colin’s shoulder. “We can start as soon as your partner is here.”
“Great. Still have to take a shower, though. I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Don’t take too long, gorgeous. You don’t want to keep your co-star waiting, do you?”
“Not at all. Just send him in to fetch me,” Colin said and took off his T-shirt, revealing his perfectly drool-worthy torso. The silver stud in his left nipple caught the light and gleamed. I wanted to lick it and find out how the metal felt where it was warmed by his skin. Instead I bit my lip, hoping that the pain would distract my cock so the throbbing erection I had would ease off.
Pete smirked. “Don’t think so, Col. I don’t want you to be all worn out before we start.”
“No worries there. I’m all up to go for a while.” Colin tossed his shirt on the chair next to him, then jerked his head in my direction. “That him?”
Following Colin’s indication, Pete glanced at me. His assessing gaze made me feel like a horse at an auction, and I remembered that he’d introduced himself as the casting agent, among all the other jobs. He shot me a wink and turned back to Colin. “Nah. He’s a cutie, gotta give him that, but he’s just the new handyman.