Author Showcase – Sage Marlowe

MM erotic romance / contemporary, super novel
Heat rating: Burning

What’s the price of reality when a fantasy is for sale?
Cam is young, sinfully sexy and willing
to play without limits, a combination which makes him a fantasy turned to flesh
for men and women alike – and he’s for sale.
Nate is curious when it comes to carnal
delights but hasn’t found the right man to explore his desires with.
When a friend buys Nate a few hours of
pleasure with Cam, it’s not much of a surprise that Nate ends up intrigued. He
keeps coming back for more and the attraction between them appears to be mutual
but while Nate finds himself falling for the sexy hooker, Cam makes no secret
of the fact that for him, sex is just a job. 
Determined to win him over, Nathan
tries to show him that sex is about more than physical satisfaction but Cam’s
walls seem impenetrable until a dramatic event forces him to reveal some of his
secrets and Nate begins to understand that Cam pays more than just the price
for the reality behind the fantasy.

“Good morning, sweetie-pie!”
Cynthia stood in the doorway with a beaming smile, glowing cheeks and the hint
of a stubble rash on her chin.
I clutched my coffee mug. “Seems
someone got lucky last night,” I grumbled and took a sip. It tasted burnt.
“You wouldn’t believe!” She
grinned and approached me, obviously intent on hugging me, so I leaned away
from her. I frowned and pointedly sniffed the air around her.
“I really hope you’re not going to
touch me before you’ve had a very thorough shower and got rid of that eau de
fuck you’ve still got on you.”
Cynthia shot me a wink and flashed a
quick smile. “Oh come on, don’t be such a prude. No need to be Mr
Grumpy-Pants just because you spent last night alone.”
“I’m not grumpy,” I told her
grumpily. “I just don’t fancy having your fingers on me after they were
sod-knows-where last night.” I drained my mug and added, “And I’m not
“Oooh.” Cynthia rolled her
eyes, mocking me openly now. “I can assure you, my fingers were only in
the best places. All places on the most gorgeous male body this house has ever
seen, to be precise.” Still grinning, she raised her hands and waggled her
fingers. I stared at her and raised my eyebrows in fake annoyance.
She laughed. “Don’t give me that
look, Nate. You know I’m just saying that because you’re beyond competition,
darling. But seriously, you should see the guy. Yum-my. Believe me. Perfectly
edible. And that’s just his body.”
“Lovely. Sounds like he really got
under your skin.”
Cynthia poured a cup of coffee for
herself and casually leaned her bony hip against the kitchen counter.
“Well, I guess he did. Quite literally.” She batted her eyelids and
peeked into her cup. A naughty smile curved her lips. “Several times, in
Sighing, I combed my hair back with my
fingers. It had been such a pure, quiet morning—so far. “Go on then, tell
me.” I got a refill then cocked my head, ready to listen to what was
doubtlessly going to be a lengthy and detailed description of last night.
Cynthia could be shockingly open when it came to sharing her sex life with me,
something I liked to think I’d long since got used to.
And still I squirmed when she said,
“Four times. He knows how to handle that beautiful body of his.”
Trying to hide my envy, I glared at her.
“He made you come four times in one night? And you’ve only just met this
Cynthia shook her head, chuckling.
“No. He came four times. I lost count after the seventh.”
I just barely managed to stop myself
from spluttering into my coffee—or maybe spitting it across the room.
“Seems he really knows what he’s doing.”
“Yeah, but then again, you’d expect
him to, wouldn’t you?” Cynthia took a sip from her cup and met my eyes in
wordless challenge.
Soft-hearted fool that I was, I took the
bait. “Why’s that?”
“Ah well…he’s a professional, after
“You bonked the hooker? Shit, Cyn,
I thought you’d only booked the guy to go to that opening with you.”
She giggled and I was fairly certain I
detected a slightly hysterical note in it. Uh-oh, woman on hormonal overload. I
raised my eyebrows and Cynthia had the decency to look at least a little
sheepish, probably remembering my response to her idea of hiring an escort as
her companion for the occasion.
“Well, that was the plan.” She
sighed and, cradling the mug in her hand, ran her fingertip along its rim as
she continued talking. “But when he turned up, he was just so…charming. He
got it all right, you know. He was polite. He knew exactly how to behave and he
was so attentive. Made sure I always got a fresh drink before I even realised
I’d finished, talked to people without trying to steal my fire, that sort of
thing. Seriously, he was just a perfect gentleman.”
“Until he tried to get into your
knickers,” I said, letting sarcasm bleed into my voice. It wasn’t like Cyn
at all to let herself be lulled into fascination by a smooth talker—a
professional, at that.
“He didn’t, in fact,” Cyn
admitted. “I asked him to stay.”
Well, great. “And he did, of
She nodded, not quite meeting my eyes.
I groaned. “Oh come on, you’ve got
to be kidding me. You paid him to go to bed with you?”
Cynthia was a gorgeous, bright and
successful woman who could take her pick among the men queuing up. She was the
kind of girl that every man would be proud to be taken home by. She definitely
didn’t need to spend money to get laid—or have someone fetch her a drink.
She shrugged. “That’s the way it
works in his line of business.”
“Did he tell you that?”
“Yes, sure. Aw, don’t look at me
like that, Nate. There’s nothing wrong with it. Honestly, it made me feel
downright good to know that he considered it a job.” She tilted her head
to the side and looked at me thoughtfully. “You know what it’s like to
take someone home on the first night, Nate, don’t you? Especially when it’s
supposed to be only that one night. It always makes me feel so self-conscious
and on edge. I have to make sure not to tell him too much or say anything that
would make him get the wrong impression, that kind of thing. If I make it too
easy for him, he’ll think I’m a slut, if I’m too eager, he’s scared I’ll want to
tie him down.” She bit her lip and let out a sad little chuckle.
“And it’s bloody difficult to
change your mind when you’re a woman, too. I’m not saying I do that a lot, but
sometimes I just realise the guy and I don’t…fit the way I thought we would. Most
guys are not too happy with that, so if it happens, I have to be really careful
not to piss him off and make him think he could get it if only he tried a bit
harder. Besides, an awful lot of guys think a one night stand is just so they
get what they want and they expect a girl to deliver and not all of them take
the time to return the favour, you know.”
“Wow. It’s that good to have sex
with a guy, huh?”
She rolled her eyes. “Last night, I
didn’t have to worry about any of that. He was so easy about everything and
focused on doing what I liked. I knew he’d do what I’d ask him to do. And boy,
he did.” This time I did the eye rolling thing.
“It made me feel safe with him, you
know?” she continued. “Knowing he’d make it good for me without any
strings attached. He wouldn’t even have stayed the night if I hadn’t asked him
I tried to understand. I really did. I
could get the trouble with the dating part, but—”Doesn’t it bother you
that he did what he did only because you paid him for it?”
Cynthia gave a shrug. “No. That’s
the point. I could enjoy all his attentions without having to return any of it
and didn’t have to feel bad about that.”


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