Punishing himself for a horrific past that is not his fault, bestselling author Alexander Montgomery seeks redemption and love—and perhaps he will find it.
Famous author though he may be, Alexander Montgomery is not someone you take home to meet Mother. Seriously flawed, damaged by a horrific past, he’s trying hard to claw his way back to normality. But how can anyone respect what he truly is? His therapy involves regular sessions at Study in Scarlet, an exclusive S&M club.
Then comes Sage. Tall, with black hair and blue eyes, an up-and-coming actor with impossible charm and boy-next-door good looks, he’s the perfect choice to play the leading man in a TV adaptation of Alex’s last best-seller. Even more, he is a man you introduce to your family. Which Alex would do—if he weren’t taken by another man who offers the punishments Alex prays will wipe away the past and make him the person he wants to be. Yet, perhaps there is another path to redemption. If only the solution would reach out and touch him.
Sage boarded the tube on the way to Chelsea to meet Dan for a drink at lunchtime and plan Sage’s move to London. He held onto the rail, thinking about Alexander Montgomery as the tube hurtled toward Sloane Square. The novelist was certainly a very attractive man and had the bonus of batting for his side to boot. Sage had watched the re-run of the man’s last interview on the television last night in an effort to see whom he was getting involved with. Montgomery was about thirty, he guessed, with short, brush-cut black hair, pale skin and those incredible eyes in an extremely sexy package. Tall and lithe, his shoulders broad and taut from what Sage had managed to see despite the closely buttoned up shirt. He’d been very aloof and contained. Sage’s comment about googling him had certainly made the man uncomfortable. Sage wondered what he was trying to hide.
He’d been very attracted to the other man, the spicy smell of his aftershave alluring, the intense and brooding expression on his face one that Sage would love to replicate in a film scene.
Well, he wasn’t going to lose sleep over it.
He’d sworn off relationships for the short term. The only men he was interested in were the ones who serviced his needs and went home in the morning.
Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, self confessed geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…
She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason. She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.
Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots.
In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.