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Expect the Unexpected

Hi all,

Right, I'm here,. I think. Just... Where should I start?
Admittedly, I'm a bit off centre these days as was to be expected. The funny thing is that while I was expecting to be a bouncing bundle of nerves around this time of month because of the upcoming release of my very first book ever, reality looks quite a bit different. I'm so busy I barely even get to think about it anymore.

That, dear readers, is due to the fact that my household and above all, the many, many electronic appliances and gadgets I call my own seem to have ganged up on me.

It all began with me waking up in a major wet patch about four weeks ago. Now, while that may not be desirable but is, in itself, not usually a reason for concern, the fact that the cause of this particular wet patch was my water bed leaking did concern me more than just a little. So, after waking - and getting - up at three in the morning with a pair of soaked pyjama bottoms clinging to my private parts, we spent the day shopping for a new bed, only to be told that it will take at least 6 weeks to be delivered... (Fortunately I was saved from camping in the garden by my dear brother who owns a spare mattress  - Thanks for that, hun!)

Next up was that special morning when my sleepy self staggered into the kitchen at around five-thirty in the morning, as always in urgent need of coffee, only to find the fridge door with a cracked top hinge. G-R-R-R-E-A-T! I did get my coffee after all, and we installed a new fridge just two days ago. That of course involved taking apart a frighteningly large section of the kitchen, but who cares... I meant to do a bit of spring cleaning anyway.

Then there's the TV, of course, which has already been fixed once and is now faulty and up for repair again. In between fixing, changing and shopping for things, my beloved has started seeing his dentist a lot - three times in two weeks - due to a broken tooth and, oh, by the way, did I mention that the car needs to be fixed and one step of the front staircase is crumbling down? The joys of owning a house...

Tonight, finally, a writer's nightmare has caught up with me when, believe it or not, my laptop has passed away after kindly announcing its upcoming end with an error code printed in eye-friendly white on black and an ominous whirring sound. It worked fine after that but did a similar thing once before, so off I went to arrange for it to be returned (it's still in warranty, lucky me!), thinking better safe than sorry, but when I tried to boot it once more after that -voilĂ !- I was greeted with the same error code and whirring sound but no chance at getting it to work again. It's now sitting in its box waiting to be taken to the post office tomorrow morning.

Thankfully I still have my trusty old dinosaur which I'm using to write this, but I don't even dare think of what's going to break down next. Currently my only consolation is that there isn't much left, really, which means that I might still stand a chance to celebrate the release of my first ever book.

Ah, the book. Right. What was the title again?  Let me think... Sub-Mission. Yes. That was the thing I was originally going to tell you about, but I'm thinking I should just let it speak for itself, so here's the blurb:

How far would you go to save the one you love?
Pierce Hollister is a down-to-earth businessman. Most of the time. His romantic side has him secretly dreaming of Mr Right, a family and happy ever after.
Noah Conway is a single father who doesn't believe in happy families anymore. When his daughter's life is at stake, he would sell his soul to save her but as a sadistic Dom takes an interest in him, he sells his body instead.
A shared session at a BDSM club leaves Pierce intrigued and soon he finds himself willing to do anything in his power to heal the wounds that life has left on Noah's soul. When he realises that the very thing Noah dreads the most might just be what he needs, Pierce sets out on a mission – but maybe it's just not in his power to save Noah.
Will Noah be able to battle the demons that haunt him and find the happy ever after Pierce has dreamed up for them?
You can find it here:

By the way - if you think this story is just a ruse to lure you into buying my book: It's not, honestly. I wish it were, but of course I'm happy for you to buy it anyway! After all, I need to buy a new laptop, and this time I'm going for something decent and reliable (or at least I hope so).

All the best,


Sage Marlowe

Taking romance to the edge...

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