Meet Sage Marlowe and her fabulous new book
Wednesday, January 16th, 2013

Say hello to Sage Marlowe. You’ll love meeting her and love her books. Join me as we get to know this very talented author.

Oh, and leave a comment to win a $10 GC to Amazon or B&N. Winner’s choice.

I know everyone asks this but why did you decide to write romance?

I didn’t really decide to write it, it just happened, but I thoroughly enjoy following my characters through all the ups and downs and the twists and turns of finding—or keeping—their loved ones.

What was the hardest thing you had to do when you started?

Two things, actually. The first was to decide that my manuscript was finally polished enough and fit to be seen by another person. The second was writing a query letter and hitting send. 

What was the easiest thing?

 In retrospective—writing the book.

How long did it take you to finish your first manuscript and where did the idea come from?

My first ever finished manuscript, which has yet to be published, took roughly three months to finish. It’s a 130K MM vampire story and the idea for it… Well, let’s just say I had read a vampire book and was a bit peeved that no one seemed to write vampires the way I wanted them. Around the same time a very pushy character turned up in my bedroom at two am and started acting out some rather disturbing scenes in my head. When he hadn’t quit after two weeks, I decided it was time to write down his story before I went crazy and incidentally, I got my vampires the way I wanted them.

Tell me about your first contract?

My first contract was a nice surprise as I was convinced that I’d have to deal with at least a dozen rejections before maybe, hopefully, someone would agree to publish “Sub-Mission”. Fortunately Total-E-Bound, the first and only publisher I sent it to snatched it up right away.

Do you base any of your stories on real people or places or events?

Of course not. All characters are fictitious and similarities are strictly coincidental. Okay, yes, I do, but you wouldn’t recognise a person I know. I only take the odd feature or quirk to add some colour to a character. Some scenes are based on actual events or anecdotes, but again, I doubt anyone would recognise them.

What gets you in the mood to write?

I’m hardly ever in the mood not to write. I might have trouble focussing after a particularly hectic day but usually all I need is my laptop or phone and I’m ready to go.

Where do you see yourself 5 years from now? 10 years?

I have absolutely no idea. Like many writers I have this surreal dream of quitting the day job and making a living with cooking up stories, so five or ten years from now, I will be either still chasing or living that dream.

What do you enjoy most about being an author?

The moments when I am so deeply engaged in my characters’ story that I can live it with them and see their world through their eyes. Those moments are rare but magical.

Okay, quick fun questions:

Favorite ice cream

Chocolate chip, straciatella

Favorite music

Alternative rock

Favorite movie

There are several I like, but I can’t narrow it down to a favorite.

Favorite time to write

Any. I’d write all day long if I could but as it is, I mostly get to write in the evenings.

If you could be stranded with a movie or television star who would you pick?

Just one? Hmm… Good question. Difficult question, as he wouldn’t have to just look good but would have to be someone I could talk to as well. I’ll get back to you on this!

If someone played you in a movie who would it be and why?

Possibly Natalie Portman because she looks a bit like me and her performance in Black Swan was really impressive.

 And now….the book! Don’t miss it.

Sub-Cultureby Sage Marlowe

MM erotic romance / BDSM / contemporary, novel (sequel to Sub-Mission)

Published by Total-E-Bound

Heat rating: Total-e-melting


When life gets on top, delving into a sub-culture may be just what it takes to keep a sinking relationship afloat

Five years after the bumpy start to their relationship, Noah and Pierce have settled well into their lives as a happy couple. The arrival of a new child should have made their matrimonial bliss complete, but the strain of raising a baby and a teenager, combined with a lot of pressure in their jobs, is beginning to take its toll.

In the midst of what already is a potentially explosive situation, Noah’s younger brother Jonah comes to stay with them, forcing Noah to face the issues he still has regarding his homophobic parents and adding to the emotional pressure he is under.

When Noah starts behaving oddly and Pierce just can’t seem to put his jealousy to rest, the cracks in their relationship become too severe to ignore any longer. They struggle to keep their sinking love afloat but as Noah craves the comfort a certain sub-culture can offer, Pierce finds himself wondering just how far he is willing to step out of his own comfort zone to save their love.

Story excerpt

“Fuck, not again!” Shifting, Noah snatched the duvet under his arm, turned around and buried his head in the pillow.

“Uh, it’s your turn, love,” Pierce reminded him, struggling a little to recall how to work his voice, if only he wasn’t so incredibly, mind-numbingly tired. He dragged an eyelid open and glanced at the clock on the nightstand, but only because it was there anyway, straight in his blurry line of vision. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered.

An assembly of cool, greenish dashes informed him that it was half past two. That meant he would have three more hours of sleep until he had to get up. Noah would have four—in theory.

“No way!” Noah’s protest was muffled by the pile of pillows and duvet he’d buried himself under, but was nonetheless vehement. “It was my turn last night already.”

“Sorry,” Pierce mumbled, half apologetic, half relieved and completely anaesthetised with fatigue. “That was the night before last.”

“Fuck.” He felt the mattress bounce as Noah sat up. There was a noisy inhalation of breath—Noah yawning. “Shouldn’t he be able to make it through the night without another feed by now anyway?”

Right on cue, another long, heartbreaking and ear-splitting wail sliced through what was left of the night’s peace and quiet.

“Try telling him that,” Pierce retorted.

“Pheebs stopped needing night feeds—”

“When she was six months old. I know. But Phinneas just isn’t Phoebe. He is who he is and he happens to need his milk at night so we have to give it to him. You have to give it to him.”

“Yeah, right,” Noah grunted but pushed to his feet. “Coming,” he grumbled on the way out into the hall, then, seconds later, his voice sounded much gentler as he said, “Well, hello, you little sleepless gremlin. Got the munchies again, haven’t you?” More words followed, but they were too low for Pierce to make them out. Knowing Noah, it was a mix of sweet little nothings and good-humoured insults, which was his usual way of dealing with the baby whenever he was overtired and needed to vent some of the resulting grumpiness. Noah would never allow himself to let the fiery side of his temper show around either of their two children. It was what made him a wonderful dad—part of it, anyway. He was patient, generous, funny… Pierce found it increasingly hard to focus on the noises Noah was making in the kitchen while he was preparing the baby’s bottle.

No, they weren’t in the kitchen any longer. Already, Noah’s light-hearted chatter was growing louder as he approached their door on the way back to Baby Phin’s bedroom. Listening to the soothing, familiar tone of Noah’s voice, Pierce let the sweet melody of the faint accent in it lull him back to sleep.

The peace didn’t last long. Thirty minutes, according to the cool, greenish dashes on the alarm clock. The mattress bounced again but, instead of Noah’s six foot tall, hard-muscled body, something—or rather someone—significantly smaller, and also a lot bonier, crept into Pierce’s bed. A tiny, but pointed elbow hit him in the ribs with an accuracy that would have made a professional wrestler proud.

“Fu—Phoebe!” Pierce gasped as the air left his lungs a lot faster than he’d intended it to. “What are you doing here?” He rubbed the spot just left of his sternum. It was going to turn into a nasty bruise.

“Phin woke me up,” Phoebe complained.

“That’s no reason to be out of bed at this time,” Pierce pointed out.

“But I can’t sleep.”

“No, of course you can’t sleep when you’re walking around and—Oi!”

Occupying the space Noah had deserted only half an hour ago, Phoebe had snatched the duvet in a very good imitation of her father. Just like he had earlier, she turned around, buried her head in his pillow and started snoring. So much for not being able to sleep.

Pierce knew he should move her, but the notion of getting out of his warm, almost comfortable nest was more than he could face. Besides, his own limbs felt like lead. How he was supposed to move with the added weight of a twelve-year-old if even his own body was too heavy for him to drag out of bed was beyond him. He was still contemplating whether or not he should try to carry her back into her own bed or simply ignore the late-night visitor and go back to sleep when Noah returned. Another half-hour had passed, as the numbers on the alarm clock pointed out.

“Taken,” Pierce warned and indicated Noah’s side of the bed.

“Fan-fucking-tastic!” Hovering in front of the bed, Noah glared down at his sleeping child. “Why didn’t you tell her to go back to her own room?”

“Couldn’t. By the time I realised what was happening, she was already rolled into that duvet, tight as a tick. What was up with Phin? You’ve been gone quite long.”

“I know.” Noah let out an exasperated sigh. Or maybe it was just another yawn. “I had to change him after I fed him, then he was awake and wanted to play, puked on himself, so I had to change his clothes again—the usual.” He watched Phoebe for another moment, then he murmured, “What do you think I should do about her now?”

Buy link

Sub-Culture will be available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance e-books and various other distributors on January 28th.


About the author

Sage is a multi-published author of gay erotic romance and loves taking romance to the edge. The edge of passion, the edge of pleasure, the edge of propriety.

Hopelessly in love with books from a very early age on, Sage has dreamt of writing one for years while working on the day job instead. It took a very persistent character in the company of a much-adored Muse to finally get the first novel going. The fact that this gorgeous guy 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 published books and countless 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. But don’t worry, they get quite a lot of naughty action along the way to keep them happy and there will always be a happy end!

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Hot Sex and Heartwarming Tears
Tuesday, January 15th, 2013

The Bargain

It’s been a while since I talked about The Bargain, a real book of my heart. A lot of people thought the story wouldn’t work combining a real emotional tearjerker with hot erotic love scenes. But the story just wouldn’t get out of my head. Readers must have agreed, because it’s still one of my top sellers. Thought I’d pull it off the digital book shelves for those who haven’t read it, Especially since another wonderful reader just posted a great review.

Be sure to comment. One lucky person gets a $10 Gift Certificate to Amazon or B&N.


Lara McKee’s life came to a crashing halt the night her husband was killed in a carjacking and she lost their unborn child. Now she channels all her energy into her job as assistant to Cole Cassidy, sexy CEO of Alamo Construction. Cole’s own life is a mess. A shotgun marriage based on a lie and the fiery death of his wife on the highway have left him with a child to raise that’s a constant reminder of his first wife’s lies and deceit. Both of them have written marriage out of their future.

But Cole desperately needs someone to mother the child and take charge of his personal life. When he proposes a marriage of convenience to Lara, who still yearns for motherhood, she shocks herself by accepting. And so these two people, carrying a van load of emotional baggage, begin to build a life together under almost impossible circumstances. Conflict builds over the child, whom Lara falls in love with at once and Cole ignores.

Beneath the daily conflict, love unexpectedly begins to grow. But at the moment they dare to explore their feelings, anger over the child erupts and the night turns into a disaster that nearly destroys the marriage. Slowly, bit by bit, they begin to re build their relationship, carefully nurturing these new feelings. But it takes another near-tragedy before they can finally get past the hurdles to complete happiness and truly become a family.


“That is the most asinine thing I’ve ever heard.” Jake Varner stared at Cole Cassidy sitting behind the massive, scarred desk, and eyed him with a critical look.

In the last year, Jake had watched his partner’s normal vitality slowly leach out of him. The fire in his eyes had been replaced by a constant look of torment and anguish, and the famous Cassidy manner had become abrupt rather than smooth. The two of them had built Alamo Construction into one of the top builders in south central Texas. Theirs was a long-standing friendship. But now Jake wondered if his friend and partner had completely taken leave of his senses.

“What’s asinine?” Sean, Cole’s younger brother, walked into the office. “What am I missing?”

“My partner’s screwy idea, that’s what.” Jake frowned, turning back to Cole. “I think you’re out of what passes for your mind. That sounds like the insane raving of a desperate man.”

“I am desperate.” Cole’s mouth tightened in a grim line. “Do you think I’d be thinking of this otherwise?”

Sean dropped into one of the chairs opposite the desk. “Will someone please tell me what the hell’s going on around here?”

“Your brother has decided the only way to fix the mess he’s made of his life is by asking Tara to marry him.”

Sean gawked. “Tara? Your secretary? Marry you? Are you nuts?”

Cole sat upright in his chair. “What? Am I so repulsive? Will she run away from me?”

“If she’s smart, she will.”

“I thought you said you were off marriage,” Jake reminded him. “Your first try at it didn’t win any prizes.”

Cole recoiled as if from a blow. The painful imprint of his late wife, Maggie, still lingered like a festering sore.

Regret flashed at once on Jake’s face. “Sorry about that. It was a stupid remark, and I apologize. But Christ, Cole…”

“I know you think I handled things badly with Maggie.” Cole’s face was stiff as a mask. “You would have acted differently, but I’m not you. I created a mess, I was responsible for it and I had to do what I thought was right.”

Creating a mess was a mild description of what had actually happened. On a long overdue vacation, he’d ignored the fact that his body didn’t metabolize alcohol, gotten himself royally drunk and screwed his brains out for a week. With a woman he’d let pick him up in the bar. He’d paid the price ten times over for the lost week of lust with a predatory female he’d let his dick coax him into taking to bed.

Disgusted with himself and his absence of control, he’d returned home and tried to wipe the whole thing from his mind. He considered himself lucky to climb out of the hell he’d allowed himself to fall into.

Until she’d come up pregnant.

Greedy and determined, Maggie Renfro had forced the marriage issue, and Cole was too honorable to walk away from her. Or the baby.

* * * *

The marriage had been a catastrophe from day one. That was the only description for it. That he managed to keep things together until the baby was born was a miracle in itself. But his first sight of Molly had made his heart open like a flower. Life was brighter, warmer and more joyful. Every day, he raced home from the office to spend time with her. When he held her in his arms, inhaled her special baby scent, touched his lips to the skin as soft as peaches, he could convince himself Maggie was a small price to pay for this kind of happiness.

He stood there now, cradling her in his arms and ignoring his half-drunk, raging wife—until a few vicious phrases penetrated his brain and shattered him completely.

“She’s not even yours, you arrogant bastard,” she taunted, angry that he’d lost his temper over her drinking binges. “Joke’s on you. I had a little problem, and there you were, rich, ripe and ready to be plucked. I knew the baby would get you.”

“Do you even know who the father is?”

Her answer devastated him.

“Don’t know, don’t care.” Her mouth twisted in a sneer. “I don’t even remember who all I slept with besides you. No telling whose genes are running around in your precious baby girl’s body.”

“Stop it. Stop it right now.” He shook with anger, afraid he would do her bodily harm.

She ran from the room, and he didn’t try to stop her. He fed the baby, changed her and put her to bed, staring down at her for a long time.

Hours later, he was roused from sleep by the policemen at his front door. Maggie was dead. She’d been drunk enough to crash her car into an overpass, and the gas tank had burst into flames. He’d hoped against hope the DNA test he’d insisted on at the time would prove Maggie’s words a lie, but the results left his heart with a wound that wouldn’t heal. So now here he was, with a child he both loved and hated. No one was more disgusted with his behavior than he was, but as the months went by, he couldn’t seem to get past the pain and betrayal.

* * * *

“I didn’t realize you and Tara were, um, you know….” Sean searched for the right word.

“What, dating?” Cole shook his head. “We’re not. But I’ve known her for two years.”

And she’s the first woman who’s made me hard, made me even think about sex, since Maggie drunkenly crashed her car and killed herself. How come I never notice before that just standing next to her makes my cock stand up and take notice?

“As your goddamned secretary,” Jake pointed out. ”That’s hardly a basis for marriage.”

Sean scratched behind his ear. “Okay. I feel as if I came in at the middle of a movie. Did I skip over the beginning?”

“Yeah,” Jake put it. “We both did. This moron can’t seem to get control of things at home, so he thought he’d make a bargain with Tara. Somehow he just expects her to say sure, she’d love to marry him, play mother to his child and fall into bed with him.” He snapped his fingers. “Just like that.”

“Skip the falling into bed part,” Cole said. “Been there, done that. I don’t plan for sex to be any part of this marriage.”


But he tamped down that thought at once.

“Excuse me?” Sean’s eyebrows rose nearly to his hairline.

“I’m proposing a business arrangement.” Cole sat forward and leaned his elbows on his desk. “A bargain, if you will. She’ll run my household, serve as my hostess and be a mother to that child. In return, she will have financial security for life.”

“No sex,” Jake repeated.

Cole slammed his hand on the desk. “I’m not looking for sex, for God’s sake. After the fiasco with Maggie, I don’t think I’ll ever take a woman to bed again. My body isn’t even interested.”


“Jesus, Cole.” Sean shook his head. “What makes you think Tara will even do this? What if she’s already…you know…interested in someone? She’s liable to have you committed instead. Besides, this company can’t run without her.”

“In the two years, she’s worked here, she’s never dated anyone. I…checked.”

Jake burst out laughing, “My God, you had her investigated.”

Cole’s lips thinned. “I had to be sure there weren’t problems to deal with.”

“So this is going to fix things for Molly?” Jake stared at him as if he’d grown two heads. “That’s what you think?”

“The child doesn’t have my DNA,” Cole said through gritted teeth, “but she has my name. I can’t expect her to pay for something that’s not her fault. I certainly wouldn’t just walk away from her, no matter how hard it is being around her.”

He forced back the familiar pain that stabbed at him whenever he thought of the little girl. God, would his punishment never end? No one knew the silent tears he cried because his arms ached to hold her. The problem was, every time he looked at her, he saw Maggie’s mocking face.

“People usually get married for other reasons,” Jake argued. “Like falling in love?”

“Love isn’t on my agenda. Ever. At least with Tara, I know her. I’m comfortable with her. She’s efficient and competent and will just…handle things. If I have to bring another woman into that house, I want it to be someone I can stand being around.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry if that makes me sound like a jerk.”“You’re taking a big risk here,” Sean pointed out. “Tara could walk away from both the proposition and her job.”

“As I said, it seems like a pretty straightforward bargain to me.” He flipped open a file he’d been fiddling with. “Her father has some severe health problems. Before long, his health insurance will run out. This arrangement will relieve that strain from her. A bargain. Financial security in exchange for a commitment to the child.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Do you even know if she likes kids?”

Cole shrugged. “As far as I can tell. I’ve seen her with a lot of the employees’ children, and she seems to relate to them well. Although…”

“Although what?”

Cole shook his head. “Nothing. Forget it.” He forced himself to wipe away the memory of the sadness he sometimes saw on Tara’s face when she held a child in her arms. The thought that she longed for a child of her own had been part of the impetus for focusing on her. So why hadn’t she married?

God, was she a lesbian? He hadn’t even considered that.

He shook off his depressing thoughts and looked up from his desk, realizing the two men in his office watched him carefully.

“It’s been a month,” he said very slowly. “In that time, I’ve had four different housekeepers. None of them could manage the job. The most recent one just walked out last night, said she decided she didn’t like kids after all.”

“What about an agency?” Jake asked. “Plenty of other people seem to have good luck with them.”

Cole shook his head. “I think I must be snake bit. The good ones don’t seem to come my way. And that child cries all the time.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “Jesus. I have to do something.”

Everyone was silent for a moment, his brother and his partner still watching him carefully.

“When do you plan to make your big pitch?” Jake asked at last.

Cole sighed. “Tonight. I’m going to ask her out to dinner.”

“Tonight?” Jake’s jaw dropped. “Without any preparation or anything?”

He shrugged. “I’ll just present it to her in a reasonable manner. Tara’s very level-headed.”

“Present it to her?” Sean raised his eyebrows. “Level-headed? At least, you didn’t expect to just stop at her desk and drop it on her as if it were a letter you’d want typed up. Anyway, what do you really know about her, except what you see at work? And the fact that a gorgeous woman like her doesn’t date? What else did your little investigative foray turn up?

“Gorgeous?” Cole frowned.

“My god, are you blind as well as dumb? Tara is positively stunning.”

“If you say so. Anyway, I discovered she was married before. Yeah, big surprise,” he said as both men raised their eyebrows. “Her husband was killed in a carjacking about a year before she came to work here. Her parents live here, but that’s it for family. She’s not in a relationship, and she apparently has no close friends. What else do I need to know? Anyway, my mind’s made up, so leave it at that.”

“What makes you think she’ll accept your invitation?” Sean wanted to know. “If she doesn’t date, why would dinner with you appeal to her?”

Cole frowned. “What else would she be doing?”

Jake grimaced. “Nothing like making her feel last minute.”

Sean blew out a breath. “I know she’ll be flattered to learn you have such a low opinion of her social life.”

“Maybe she doesn’t like men.” This from Jake.

“I thought of that, but then why did she get married?”

“Maybe she still grieves for her husband,” Sean put in. “Maybe she’s even still in love with him.”

Cole pushed himself away from his desk and went to stand at the window, his hands shoved into his jeans pockets, watching the early evening traffic in downtown San Antonio.

“I’ll talk her into it,” he insisted, as much to himself as to the two men. “I have to. It’s not as if I have any family I can depend on. And no way in hell would I turn this child over to anyone associated with Maggie. So. I’m out of options. This is all I have left.”

“You’d better get to it, then.” Jake pointed to his watch. “It’s almost five o’clock.”

“I’ll do it right now, if you’ll both get the hell out of my office.”

Sean threw one final word of warning over his shoulder. “You have to tell her the whole story.”

“I can’t,” he said. “She’d run in the other direction. And I wouldn’t blame her.”

When the two men had left, Cole stood in the doorway, watching Tara finish some last minute chores. From the first day he hired her, he’d been impressed with her competence, her efficiency, her warmth as a person. She worked magic in his office. He needed the same thing at his house. And maybe Molly could satisfy the longing he saw in her eyes in rare unguarded moments.

When he walked up to Tara’s desk, she turned to him, smiling.

“Whatever it is, we’re closed for the day,” she joked. “I understand the boss refuses to pay overtime.”

In two years, she and Cole had developed an easy give and take relationship, a good thing since her entire life was devoted to her job.

He was definitely the total alpha male. His presence was so powerful that usually when he walked into a room he owned it at once. Any room. Yet she never felt dominated by this man, as large as he was, or intimidated by him. She’d made it her business to learn the things that pleased him at work, and in turn, he gave her enormous responsibility. They were always comfortable with each other, so when she realized tonight he seemed slightly ill at ease and edgy, she wondered the reason for his behavior. This awkwardness was strange.

“Cole?” She raised an eyebrow.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, exhaled and clumsily blurted out, “Tara, I was wondering if you’re free to have dinner with me tonight.”

“I beg your pardon?” Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. Dinner with Cole?

His smile looked forced. What was going on here?

“You know,” he said, slightly joking, “where two people sit down at a table and share a meal. You’ve done that before, right?”

“You want me to have dinner with you?” She was still gaping.

“I can promise you a good steak and fine wine. Is that an incentive?” He named one of San Antonio’s top restaurants, located on the famous Riverwalk, the city’s hot tourist spot.

The shock of the invitation faded, and Tara felt curiosity tickle at her. In the month since the death of his wife, Cole had driven himself even harder than before, working longer hours, his conversations curiously devoid of any mention of either his late wife or his motherless infant daughter. His social calendar contained only business obligations. And they met for an hour every morning to go over business details. So why the sudden interest in dinner with her?

“I’ll admit steak is my weakness. But why the sudden invitation. Something special come up?”

He raked his fingers through his hair. “You might say that. There’s something I’d like to discuss with you, and I thought it might be nice place to get out of the office.”

Why did he sound so anxious?

“Well,” she chuckled, “I guess it beats the usual frozen dinner. Right?”

An unexpected look of relief washed over his face. “Good, good. I’ll call the restaurant.”

She looked down at the jeans and tailored blouse she usually wore to work. Fancy clothes didn’t make it in a construction office. No one dressed up unless there was a special event. “I’ll need to go home and change, unless we’re going someplace casual. It won’t take me long. Or are you in a hurry?”

“No, of course not. And I need to change, too. How about if I pick you up at seven? Will that give you enough time?”

“Seven it is.”

He offered up silent thanks as he followed her out of the office.

Reader Reviews (3)

Submitted By: cocoabrownchic 

This book was definitely well worth the purchase!!! I loved the slight twist on the hero’s situation and predicament. The story will draw you in and keep you intrigued to continue reading until the end. I read this book in one late-night sitting. I promise you will not be disappointed.

Submitted By: pammkj 

I just finished this book, and I want to tell everyony that is thinking of purchessing this book…DO IT!!! rnI loved it. Talk about time healing all wounds-It does. it’s very well written and very, very touching.

Submitted By: Brandi1979 

i loved this book at first i was ify about it but once i read it i couldn’t stop

Saturday, January 12th, 2013
Kim Carmichael takes you to Eternity
Thursday, January 10th, 2013

Kim will be awarding a variety of prizes to randomly drawn commenters during the tour and this contest is open internationally.

There are necklaces and e-books of Hands on Me, a Kim Carmichael Tote Bag, a set of vintage Harlequin romance books, as well as three pieces of Kim Carmichael Skin Care. Also, autographed cover flats will be awarded at every stop.

Be sure to follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:

Welcome to Eternity with Kim Carmichael 

Therin Athan faces a choice…eternal salvation or eternal damnation.

After centuries of pining away for a love never realized, Therin’s last assignment as a Cupid depends on helping the lonely, shy Lucy Carlton.  The mission’s success or failure will determine where he is transferred.  He can study the heavens or be condemned to hell.

Lucy Carlton spent her life searching the stars for answers, but finds them in the form of a gorgeous man who comes in her dreams.  Therin shows her the joys of physical pleasure and encourages her to try to find love.  She wakes with a new found confidence, but soon her timid nature takes over and she retreats back to the comfort of her home…alone.

With only a week to decide his fate, Therin breaks every rule.  What starts as a job to save himself, becomes a love that can never be…except maybe in eternity.

“What makes her so special?” He snatched the crystal away and peered inside. 

He sat back, clearing his mind to allow the vision to take over. A woman lay on an unimpressive bed in an equally bland bedroom. 

She appeared to be sleeping, but squirmed restlessly. In the few moments he observed, she twisted and writhed as if trying to find a comfortable position.  He couldn’t make out much of her. A think blanket covered her body and she turned her face into her pillow much as he had done earlier.

He was ready to throw the crystal into oblivion, but she thrashed about once more, this time turning over and the covering fell off.

Instead of tossing the crystal, he held it closer. 

The naked human’s body rivaled any of the immortals, even those of the goddesses. Luscious but lithe, she was a bounty one could spend hours exploring. Her long brown hair tumbled down, almost hitting the floor, and her face dainty, sweet, could have been on a sculpture. 

“I see no problem here.” Any human or immortal would be pleased to have what was presented to him. His breath hitched as his body stirred. It had been far too long since he indulged. 

“Those on earth don’t have the same reaction to her you do. She’s an outcast and needs you.” Horatio moved closer.

“Go on.” He didn’t take his focus off the image.

“She needs love, but it eludes her. Wants desire, but can’t attain it.” Horatio’s voice became low, scholarly. “She craves satisfaction, but is left wanting.”

Therin glanced at him. “What do you mean?”

“You need no explanation. Your mission is clear.” Horatio stood. “You have a week to help her. If you are as good as you claim, it’s all you will need. Upon your success you will be given your new assignment.”  

“Wait.” He looked up. After eons of demanding to be set free from his position, the gods were smiling upon him.

He peered into the crystal once more. The woman’s disturbed sleep continued, misery radiating from her. 

“Either way, this is your last job. Your passion is gone and you have broken the rules too many times. It’s your choice where you go.” Horatio stopped. “She is dreaming now, the timing is perfect.”

He clutched the crystal in his fist. Eternal damnation or eternal salvation. As was their way, he would go to her while she slept. She would think he was part of her dreams…or in his case, nightmares. “Horatio.”

The old man took a breath. “Don’t fall in love, remember what you truly are.”

“I’m a Facilitator.” He tilted his head.

Horatio shook his head. “A new title doesn’t change what you are.”

Therin stood. “I’m a Cupid.”

And who is Kim Carmichael?

Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own.  She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running.  When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.





Looking for some Fiery Nights? Here they are.
Friday, January 4th, 2013

Meet Lisa Carlisle, whose book Fiery Nights,  debuted this week.

I know everyone asks this but why did you decide to write romance?

It wasn’t really a decision, just something I’d always done for fun. In high school and college, I’d write these silly adventures where my friends and I would get the guys we wanted in the end.

However, publishing romances took much longer. I’d written non-fiction for ten years, dabbled in romance, and had been struggling with a mystery. I took a break to write a novella for fun, one that I wanted to read—with romance, action, a sexy setting, hot love scenes, and so on. So I let go of my inhibitions of worrying what others would think and just ran with it. 

What was the hardest thing you had to do when you started?

Finishing. I say that because I started several romances over the last decade that I didn’t finish. However, last National Novel Writing Month (November 2011), I decided to spend the month finishing stories I’d started rather than starting a new novel. Smoldering Nights was one of the stories so it paid off.

What was the easiest thing?

Once I let go of my inhibitions and wrote stories I wanted to read, I loosened up and had fun with writing the stories. My characters aren’t flawless, they make mistakes and say the wrong things, and that’s what makes them real to me.

How long did it take you to finish your first manuscript and where did the idea come from?

Hmm, I started Smoldering Nights one summer, but didn’t finish it until NaNoWriMo in November. I’ve loved vampire stories since I was a kid. I’ve heard the hoopla time and time again how vampire stories are dead, zombies are next and so on, but I didn’t care. I’d heard that years ago as well and even spent one semester in college writing about vampires in literature. I still love vampires stories as well as other paranormal characters like shapeshifters and love writing about them. There’s something about them that’s so accessible and relatable, even though they’re supposed to be so very different from us.

Tell me about your first contract?

One I finished Smoldering Nights, I sent it off to Ellora’s Cave and figured I’d never hear back. I’d been a writer long enough to become accustomed to the void or faceless rejections. Imagine my surprise when I heard from the publisher. I read the email on my smart phone and was soooo excited I threw the phone into the air. The phone then crashed to the floor! Woops.

Do you base any of your stories on real people or places or events?

Not really. I might pick up some characteristics of people I know or myself, but the characters take on their own lives. And there are some experiences that might make their way into my novels. For instance, years ago I went out dancing with friends and wore a sexy dress to the club. I recognized someone I saw every day at the gym there and felt very awkward. So I experienced the moment Nike feels when she runs into Michel wearing a hot outfit, however my moment was not a romantic encounter.

What gets you in the mood to write?

If I wait for inspiration, I’d find way too many reasons to procrastinate. But I do like to put on music or go to a cafe.

Where do you see yourself 5 years from now? 10 years?

Writing, writing, writing. I’ve wanted to write since the sixth grade. As long as I can write, I’m happy.

What do you enjoy most about being an author?

There’s nothing like a reader telling you how much they liked your book. When someone tells me they didn’t get any sleep last night because they had to find out what happened next, I feel very happy to be the cause of their sleepless night. ;) And when they tell you they enjoyed it so much they reread it, well, nothing tops that.

Okay, quick fun questions:

Favorite ice cream

Chocolate with chunks of chocolate and nuts

Favorite music

80s rock

Favorite movie

For romance, you can’t go wrong with Hugh Grant or Colin Firth.

Favorite time to write

Evenings with a glass of Amaretto

If you could be stranded with a movie or television star who would you pick?

Antonio Banderas or Brad Pitt.

If someone played you in a movie who would it be and why?

Someone very petite since I’m barely five feet tall. ;)

Fiery Nights

He may own a Goth nightclub, but Tristan Stone avoids people—the darkness that surrounds them drains him. When he sees Maya for the first time, alone on the dance floor, a light surrounds her. He must discover who she is and what gives her power. He wants her, must have her.

Maya sees a man with haunting eyes watching her from the back of the club. She feels their connection, but thinks it’s merely physical attraction. Their passion ignites, overpowering them, and they must work together to understand their connection. The heat of their passion could send their world up in flames.

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Author of the Underground Encounters series

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