Monday, 30 November 2015

Sub Dominant by Sage Marlowe



TITLE: Sub-Dominant

SERIES: Sub-Series #4

AUTHOR: Sage Marlowe

PUBLISHER: Me and the Muse Publishing


LENGTH: 60,500 words

RELEASE DATE: November 13, 2015

BLURB: Putting a leash on a dominant sub is a task that may require two Doms to accomplish.

When relocation agent Eric Swann is assigned to ease young Connor Prescott into moving back to London, he expects the boy to be more enthusiastic—and less irritating.

Used to roaming freely among his mother’s D-list celebrity friends, Connor is anything but happy when his father decides to put him on a leash—a leash with a far too attractive handler on the other end. Secretly craving a man who knows how to yank his chain and show him exactly where the limits are, Connor does what he’s best at. He manipulates Eric into giving him what he wants, making the man reveal a side of him that Eric himself isn’t ready to accept.

Trained by one of the quirkiest Dom/sub-teams in the country, Dom Tyler Kane knows exactly how to handle a toppy sub. He keeps Connor on his toes, er, knees, in the bedroom, but when his capricious lover sets his heart on pushing yet another limit, Tyler finds himself not only with a dominant sub but also with a Dom who has yet to accept his true identity.

Reader Advisory: Due to sexually explicit content this book is intended for adult readers only. Contains scenes in which the main characters are sexually involved with secondary characters and vivid descriptions of unusual sexual practices.

While this book can be read as a standalone novel, it is best enjoyed as part of the series in order of release (Sub-Mission, Re-Submission, Sub-Culture, Sub-Dominant)


Connor smiled at him and nodded. The dreamy expression made his eyes gleam seductively and Eric forced himself to focus on the conversation.

“My experience with guys was good. Sure, it was awkward at first, but I’ve always felt good with a man.”

Eric raised his eyebrows. “Always? You’re eighteen, for crying out loud. How many men have you been with?”

Connor made a face and avoided Eric’s gaze. “A few. How many have you been with?”

“This isn’t about me.”

“Why not? Why don’t I get to ask questions?”

Eric sighed. “Okay, fine. I’m twenty-six, and I’ve probably been with...a few more men than you have.” He waggled his eyebrows when Connor looked at him.

The young man laughed. “You big chicken!”

“I’m not a big chicken, but I do have a big—” Eric bit his tongue. Shit. That wasn’t the kind of comment he should be making in his young charge’s presence.

Connor didn’t seem fazed. “I noticed. Are you a shower or a grower?”

“Um... A bit of both. It grows some more but—Seriously, Connor, this is TMI. We shouldn’t be talking about these things.”

“Why? What’s wrong with two guys comparing the size of their dicks?”

“We’re not comparing the size of our dicks!”

Connor smirked. “Aren’t we? I know where you’ll be looking when I get up to use the restroom.”

“Connor! For fuck’s sake, sit down!”

A sweet, sinful smile on his face, Connor stood up, making sure to linger with his groin at Eric’s eye level before he turned around with an unnecessary amount of butt-wiggling, then he stalked off. The boy was either at least half erect or blessed.

When he returned, Connor’s smile was still in place and even naughtier than before. Head held high and back straight, he turned the narrow aisle to their table into some sort of fashion runway. Stopping right in front of Eric, he tilted his hip to give him an eyeful of his bulging groin before he sat down.

“Can you guess?”

Eric gritted his teeth. “Guess what?”

“Whether I’m a shower or a grower.”

“I can’t guess. I haven’t even thought about it.”

“Liar.” Connor pouted, but amusement danced in his voice. “You’ve been thinking about it ever since I mentioned it, and you thought about it before. Did you imagine me naked?”

“Connor! Shut up now, will you? We’re not alone here.”

Connor tilted his head and looked up from underneath those ridiculous charcoal lashes. “Do you want to go back to my room? We’ll be all alone there.” Green sparks glittered in the dim light, teasing him, challenging him. Eric had known it was coming and had tried to be ready when it did, but Connor still took him by surprise with this alcohol-fuelled come-on.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Eric forced the words out, watching Connor’s full, slightly parted lips. He’d been thinking about kissing those lips more than once during the last weeks and even more often on that evening. The thought of feeling them on other parts of his anatomy had his blood racing to those parts.

“I know you want to,” Connor breathed and leaned across the table, stopping only inches from Eric’s face, almost close enough for a kiss.

“Connor, really, I—”

“I’ll let you put it anywhere you want.”

“I’m not putting anything anywhere except you to bed. Alone. We’re leaving. Now.” He signalled for the bill, secretly grateful for the delay as his body and mind needed a few minutes to calm down. Connor sat with his arms folded across his chest, pouting.

When Eric had paid, he got up and glared down at Connor. “We’re going back to the hotel now. No acting up, no discussion. If you pull any of your usual stroppy shit on me, I’m going to drag you along by the scruff of the neck. Got that?” He marched off towards the door without even checking if Connor was following him. Outside, he waited just long enough for Connor to catch up with him, then he led the way down the road.

“Fuck, Eric,” Connor panted. “Slow down a bit, will you? I was joking, okay? Don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you but I am taking you back to your hotel now.”

“Don’t you wanna get a cab?”

Eric scoffed. “The hotel is just around the corner. The walk will do you good.”

Connor grumbled, but followed him without any more fuss. He kept quiet until they were inside the building and waiting for the elevator to arrive. “What are you afraid of, big boy?” he whispered suddenly.



Sage is a multi-published, international bestselling author of gay 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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