A terrible revelation has turned half-demon Colin’s life into a never ending nightmare and knowing whom to trust has become more important than ever.
After a gruesome revelation turns his life upside down, half-demon Colin Meighan still struggles to accept what he has found out when yet more severe changes are imminent. His demon side gains strength and he has a hard time coming to terms with the physical alterations he's going through. Knowing who to trust has become more important than ever but a series of events force him to keep a tight grip on his psychic powers.
When the secret organisation that controls Colin sends him on another mission, he appears to have failed at first but then a daring manoeuvre wins him more than just one new admirer. While the sex is as hot as ever and allows Colin to further discover his submissive side, his explorations not only reawaken unwelcome memories in him—they also put a strain on the relationship with his established lovers, Mikey and Sasha. These pressures may just become too much for them to bear and make Colin believe that for a demon like him, life is a never ending nightmare.
General Release Date: 10th January 2014
Colin
“Colin?” Mikey called from somewhere down the hall. We were at my place, having once again fled the cosy crowdedness of his parents’ little terrace house in favour of the elegant but impersonal space of my penthouse flat.
I was tempted to reach out for his thoughts, to have some kind of warning, but then I remembered that there was a reason I refused to connect to him that way. “What’s up, love?”
“Phone.”
“Who is it?”
“Pete.”
My good mood evaporated as always when I thought of my partner and former best friend Pete. Two weeks had passed since he had told me the truth about my heritage and the gruesome tasks his circle of moral-free, power-hungry friends were going to set me. Stalking towards the sound of Mikey’s voice, I found him in the kitchen where he balanced the phone between chin and shoulder while trying to spoon instant coffee into two mugs.
“What does he want?” I mouthed, too upset to focus on blocking my mind. I must have transferred some of my emotions onto him because he was twitchy all of a sudden and promptly spilled some rusty brown grains on the worktop.
“Just said he wants to speak to you,” Mikey answered and clumsily tried to clean up the coffee but of course he only made an even greater mess when the damp cloth turned the crumbs into something yucky and sticky. Mikey and anything to do with the household just weren’t the best of friends.
“Oh, okay.” I took the phone from him and covered the mouthpiece, then I reached for the cloth and gently twisted it out of his hand. He gave me a grateful little smile and blew me a kiss. I returned both but said nothing as I waited for him to add milk to one cup, sugar to the other and leave the room. No way was I going to talk to Pete while Mikey was within hearing range. The risk of him listening in and me giving away something was far too big. Casting a glance over his shoulder, Mikey caught me watching him shuffle down the hall. A frown flickered across his face but he shook it off and went to the bedroom I’d just left. I knew what he saw as he entered and I wished I could have been there with him. Sasha, the beautiful and sexy young man who’d joined our relationship just a few weeks ago, had been sprawled across the bed when I’d left him. The taste of him still lingered on my tongue. He hadn’t woken to coffee but to my mouth and if it hadn’t been for the bloody phone call, he’d be returning the favour now. It annoyed me, but I took some small comfort in knowing that Mikey would reap the benefits and maybe, if I was lucky—and fast enough—they’d make it up to me and distract me from what was likely to be an awkward conversation.
Mikey closed the door and I raised the phone to my ear. “What do you want?”
“As he said—I want to talk to you.” Pete’s voice sent a shudder down my spine and I closed my eyes in the futile attempt to block out the memories of our last meeting, those horrible minutes when my world had shattered. When he had shattered it. Part of me was relieved that I didn’t have to look into the lying, scheming bastard’s face, but a part of me was missing him more than I cared to admit even to myself.
“Fine. Make it quick.”
Pete let out a low chuckle. “What’s with the impatience, Colin? Got somewhere else to be?”
I blocked all thoughts of Mike and Sasha from my mind, even though I knew that Pete couldn’t perceive my feelings through the phone. Unlike voices, mental images didn’t travel along telephone lines but thinking of them while his words were in my ear soiled the idea I had of them.
“Not really, I just want this over with as soon as possible,” I replied, not bothering to hide my hostility.
“Right. I understand that, Colin, and I’m not going to keep you long. I just wanted to tell you that I’d like to see you on set tomorrow at eight.”
“On…set?” I choked out.
“Yes. It’s time for you to start shooting again, don’t you think?”
My thoughts were spinning. Filming at Centre Studs, the gay porn production company I co-owned with Pete, had been put to a halt, at least for me. I just hadn’t been able to make myself face him after what I’d learnt and apparently he’d understood. He hadn’t fussed the morning I’d called him to say I needed a few days off and even as the days had stretched into weeks, he’d let me be. Apparently my sabbatical was about to be declared over.
“Pete, I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea, to be honest,” I said warily.
“Why’s that?”
I took a breath to speak, but I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him. He’d been my friend and confidant for as long as I could think and more than that, for years he’d been the only person who knew about my condition. Now he was the last person I wanted to confide in even though I needed him more than ever.
“Colin? Colin, talk to me,” Pete ordered and the first cracks appeared in my resistance.
“I…I’m not sure what to say… How to explain it.”
“Just say it,” Pete urged, but I bit my lip against the words that wanted out.
I glanced down the hall once more, at the door behind which no doubt my lovers were busy celebrating the morning. “Not on the phone.”
“Fine. Filming starts tomorrow at eight a.m.. Be here half an hour earlier, then we can talk.”
Sage has been passionate about books from a very early age on and dreamt of writing one for years while working on the day job instead. It took a very persistent character in the company of a treasured Muse to finally get the first novel going. The fact that he was gay came as a bit of a surprise, but it explained a lot.
Ever since, Sage has been the willing slave to all the fascinating guys who just keep queuing up and want their stories told. This has resulted in several manuscripts at various stages of completion, so there's always something to work on - preferably at night when the rest of the house is asleep.
Sage's characters often have a dramatic and sometimes traumatic past and need to battle some demons to be with the one they love. It doesn't hurt that they usually get quite a lot of naughty action along the way!
Sage loves to hear from readers, so go ahead please…
Reviewed by Kathy Mcfarland
I would just like to add that this was a wonderful and thrilling continuation of the Nightmare Series. The author does not disappoint with this addition of the series. If you have read Book 1 and 2, then...
Read more reviews
Reviewed by MM Good Book Reviews
This series just keeps getting better and better!
There are a couple twists in here and Colin and Mikey start to delve into some BDSM. The sex is hot as usual and I love the new characters that are...
Read more reviews
£3.00 Buy Now
Add to Wishlist
Read a Sample
Send as a Gift
Available in:
epub, mobi, pdf 
