Broken News

M/M mafia romance BROKEN NEWS: Now available on Amazon!

It’s been called “dark, delicious, and totally enthralling.” Broken News is a love story … but it’s also not. This one is twisted and violent, featuring two anti-heroes who may or may not deserve happiness.

About the book:

He was supposed to hurt him. Ruin him. Instead, he fell in love.

In the big, bad city, Eric West holds the reins. A mafia king, he is feared, ruthless, and obsessed with a man half his age. 

Will, his favorite whore, is young, beautiful, and the only person to ever bring him to his knees. 

Will is a man to kill for.
A man to change for.
But what if Will isn’t what he seems?

This novel does come with some warnings. Broken News is a standalone M/M mafia romance featuring age gap, detailed adult content, violence, hurt/comfort, and mentions of rape/dubious consent.

Buy it on Amazon today, and read a steamy excerpt below the cover image!

Excerpt from Broken News by Sara Dobie Bauer:

“How long have you been doing this?”

Will’s eyes popped open.

“No, don’t answer that.” Eric shook his head.

Will rolled onto his side and leaned up on one elbow. He reached his right hand out and ran his fingertips along the mass of scar tissue down the center of Eric’s right pectoral.

“Aren’t you going to ask how I got it?”

“No,” Will said. “I like mystery.” He licked his top lip.

Eric huffed out a breath of relieved air and pulled Will’s mouth down to his. He could spend hours, he could spend days, kissing that sweet mouth—not to mention the myriad other things Eric was sure it could do. The man might be quite young, but he already seemed a master in the art of seduction. He pressed his fingers into the backs of Will’s shoulders, coaxing him closer. When they parted, Will’s fingers strayed into Eric’s blond hair; this thumb tickled Eric’s forehead. He melted into the sensation and felt the ghosts of his business trip recede into shadowed corners, erased by Will’s skin and the sound of his moans.

“How long do I have you?” Eric whispered.

“You’re my only client tonight.”

Eric lifted his head. “Jesus, how much money did Rob spend?”

Will kissed along Eric’s collarbone.

“I’ll have to sleep sometime.” Eric sighed.

“You can sleep here,” Will said as he kissed his way down the center of Eric’s stomach. “Once you’re done with me.” He smiled while looking up through thick eyelashes.

Eric put his hand in Will’s hair to pause his ministrations. “You want me to stay the night?”

Backlit by fire, Will’s eyes glowed something devilish. His hair stood up in odd points from being tugged and glowed red around the edges. Shadows filled the pale space beneath his cheekbones. He looked impossibly young and debauched.

“I like your hands on me,” Will said.

Broken News

Broken News, M/M mafia romance cover reveal

My dark (dark) M/M mafia romance BROKEN NEWS will be released on Amazon in two weeks, so I thought I’d throw you a bone (that was not a dirty joke) and show you the glorious cover. Drum roll …

About the book:

He was supposed to hurt him. Ruin him. Instead, he fell in love.

In the big, bad city, Eric West holds the reins. A mafia king, he is feared, ruthless, and obsessed with a man half his age.

Will, his favorite whore, is young, beautiful, and the only person to ever bring him to his knees.

Will is a man to kill for.
A man to change for.
But what if Will isn’t what he seems?

*** Broken News is a standalone M/M romance featuring age gap, detailed adult content, violence, hurt/comfort, and mentions of rape/dubious consent.**


Available August 22 on Amazon!

For now, add it to your Goodreads list!

Broken News

BROKEN NEWS: dark M/M mafia romance coming August 22

I recently had an experience that turned me off this whole publishing thing. It was a seriously BAD experience. Off the cuff, I may have threatened to stop writing … which was when my dear friends and amazing author duo Quin&Perin shouted at me from Germany that quitting was not an option. Instead, they were going to help me self publish to see how I could do without the help of an agent or publisher.

The important question: “Do you have an old manuscript you’ve kept hidden?”

The answer: “Actually, yes, I do … but it’s, like, DARK.”

Broken News is an M/M mafia romance featuring age gap, detailed adult content, violence, hurt/comfort, and mentions of rape/dubious consent. In other words, this is a HEAVY READ … but an absolute necessity for fans of my Escape Trilogy.


About the book:

He was supposed to hurt him. Ruin him. Instead, he fell in love.

In the big, bad city, Eric West holds the reins. A mafia king, he is feared, ruthless, and obsessed with a man half his age.

Will, his favorite whore, is young, beautiful, and the only person to ever bring him to his knees.

Will is a man to kill for.
A man to change for.
But what if Will isn’t what he seems?


So far, early readers have been screaming. One Goodreads review said, “the twists and dynamics kept me on the edge of my seat, and I could. NOT. Put it down!”

Another reader definitely acknowledged the hard edge of this violent romance: “It’s common to refer to the main characters in a romance story as the heroes, but there are no heroes in this book. It’s a dark and twisted road full of lies, secrets from the past, violence, and murder.”

So, yeah, um, things get dark … but really sexy, too. Explicitly sexy. You’ve been warned!

With Quin&Perin’s help, Broken News will be released on Amazon on August 22. (The cover reveal is August 8.) In the meantime, be sure to add Broken News to your Goodreads “Want to Read” shelf by clicking HERE. And feel free to spread the word to all lovers of gay romance, dark suspense, and Sara Dobie Bauer smexy time.

I’m seriously pumped for this self publishing experiment. I’ve had so much help already, and I’m very proud of this twisted tale. Initially, I was nervous that Eric and Will’s love story was a little too dark, but EMBRACE THE DARK. Broken News … coming August 22!

Destiny's Dark Light

Witches are coming to Charleston this October

You want a witchy book just in time for Halloween? Oh, I got your witchy book.

Announcing today … Destiny’s Dark Light.


In modern day Charleston, two fated lovers meet at the beginning of a world-ending witch war …

Cyan Burroughs is a lonely light witch prophesied to battle the dreaded Dorcha—a dark sorcerer with the power to rule the world. There’s one problem: Cyan doesn’t have any powers of her own.

An unknown witch flips a trolley and causes mass carnage, and Cyan’s dormant magic awakens. When she drags handsome Irishman Liam Cody from the wreckage, she recognizes his face from her aunt’s psychic portraits. He is the man Cyan is destined to love.

As she and her magical family seek to unveil the murderous witch who caused the accident, Cyan and Liam grow closer, but Liam’s mysterious past is not the only thing keeping them apart.

Dark witches and light will soon fight to the death, and Cyan must face her calling. How can she protect Liam and win the war when her immense powers are barely under control?

Add Destiny’s Dark Light to your Goodreads bookshelf today!


Previously released as part of the Enchanted Trilogy, I’m so pumped for this to be its own stand-alone book. (And the cover is gorgeous, but you don’t get to see it until September!) This is the perfect way to celebrate Halloween, and I plan to do so with October costume parties and book signings mwahahaha!

Bite Somebody · Publishing

Bite Somebody is three, but I’ve lost my joy

Three years ago this morning, I woke up as a published author. Bite Somebody had been set free upon the world. It was my first full-length novel picked up by an actual publishing house. People could buy a paperback copy of the book on Amazon. People could say, “Sign my book,” and they did. I had thrilling launch parties and big book signings.

Those months surrounding Bite Somebody‘s release were some of the most intense, exciting months of my life because I had achieved my earliest, biggest childhood dream: publish a book!

I have continued to publish since. Bite Somebody Else came out in 2017. Magazines and anthologies galore have picked up my short stories and novellas. I entered the LGBTQ writing community like the Kool-Aid man with The Escape Trilogy from 2018-2019. I currently have three additional books under contract, and I’m self-publishing one this summer as an experiment.

How does it feel that Bite Somebody is three? It feels good, especially with the audiobook on the way.

How do I feel about writing? Honestly, the business side has taken the fun out of creating.

I recently got a super painful rejection letter from an agent about how much he loved my newest manuscript … but how it was too weird, too quirky, to fit into the mainstream market.

I get it—and I don’t. I realize I’m weird and quirky, and my work (Bite Somebody included) encompasses that. However, isn’t it good to be different? Isn’t it important to press back against the mainstream (and Hollywood sequel after sequel after remake, remake) and create something unique?

No. That’s what the mainstream publishing industry would say. NO.

Stay in your box!

Write for the market!

Whatever you do, don’t go off the beaten path!

Lately, writing fan fiction is where I am freest to create. I can do whatever I want on Archive of Our Own. There, I write without ego, without pressure, and without fear because I’m not trying to sell anything. I’m not worried about marketability or eventual promo or my idiotic image. No, when I write fan fiction, I create for the joy of creating—because I do love writing … I just don’t much like what comes after:

The agent and publisher search and looking to someone else for affirmation.

The social media. The publicity.

The worry that no one will read my book anyway.

Will I make enough money to pay my bills?

Does anyone care?

Then, of course, the self-loathing when a bad review rolls in …

Since the release of Bite Somebody three years ago, I’ve learned a lot about this “business.” I’ve grown as a writer and as a person. Despite my success, my mental health is currently the worst it’s been since long before Bite Somebody saw the light of day. Part of that is due to life circumstances, but I’m also disillusioned with being a professional writer.

Once upon a time, long, long ago …

I achieved my professional dream of publishing a book, but since then, I’ve only wanted more … more … bigger … better! I am killing myself with work, but it’s not the writing aspect; it’s all the other industry shit: the envy, the competition, the constant rejection and hard work that leads nowhere. All of this makes me want to stop writing altogether and just bartend the rest of my life. (I’m a great bartender, okay?)

Then, I remember fan fiction and the joy of creating something simple and beautiful that was never intended to be judged by the faceless gatekeepers of “publishing.” I remember the peace I feel when I write for me, not for anyone else, and when I write with no fear of rejection.

I speak at writers’ conventions—about necessary evils like social media and marketing—but I always try to remind attendees: “Write for you. Not for the New York Times Bestseller List. Not for oodles of cash. Write for you.”

Ha, I’m the one who has forgotten this simple advice as I have spent the past three years trying to scrape my way into the mainstream. Find an agent! Be interesting online! Start a Facebook group! Do your newsletter! Make more money! Keep working and working … until you forget you’re a writer and become a monster of “onto the next, onto the next, onto the next!”

Being an indie author has brought me great joy, but I’m sad I no longer remember the innocent enthusiasm of Bite Somebody‘s birthday. I look at pictures, but the memory of that initial excitement eludes me. I wish I could find it again, but I don’t know if I ever will.

Writing. I used to love writing. I think I can again, as long as I put myself in the fan fiction mindset and write for me. In recent weeks, I’ve said I want to give up writing—until I received a frankly adorable, frantic call from an amazing author friend in Germany, no less, telling me that wasn’t an option.

I am a writer, but that part of me has been buried beneath the weight of social media, promo, Twitter pitch contests, failure, rejection, failure …

It’s time to stop stressing about what the world thinks and write for me. I want to write for fun again. So what if people don’t like my work? It’s for me, not them. I write to exorcise my own demons and create characters I want to be around, quirky and then some.

I mean, for those of you who have read Bite Somebody, the character of Imogene is about as quirky as you can get—but an editor at World Weaver Press loved her anyway. (Thanks, Trysh!) I could use more Imogene in my life. She doesn’t give a shit what people think and laughs in the face of judgment (while rocking out to fantastic 80s tunes, of course).

I seek to find the joy in creating again, the fun in writing. How about you? Has adulthood stolen the innocent thrill of make-believe? Let’s find it again.

books

New erotic anthology raises money for LGBTQ charity!!!

Sexy short stories are super fun, especially when they’re for charity. Today, COME PLAY has been unleashed upon the world, and I am proud to be part of it. Here’s the gist … Oh, and some of the text in this blog post is definitely NSFW!! Adult words ahead! You’ve been warned!

Watch and Learn if the Coach’s Little Kitten can be Tamed. Follow the Doctor’s Orders and read all about Brotherly Love. Understand Abstract Love and then take a peek at A Kink Chronicles Short. It’s all about Pretty Boys, The Kiss, and Particular Tastes bundled up in this must-have erotic anthology.

Come, play with us.

Abstract Love by Sara Dobie Bauer
A Kink Chronicles Short by Luna David
Brotherly Love by Lynn Van Dorn
Coach’s Little Kitten by Quin Perin
Doctor’s Orders by Emma Jaye
Particular Tastes by T.S. McKinney
Pretty Boy by E.M. Denning
Tamed by T.M. Chris
The Kiss by A.G. Carothers
Watch and Learn by K.C. Wells

All proceeds from this anthology will be donated to The Trevor Project, which focuses on suicide prevention efforts among lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, and questioning youth. This charity means so much to me as both a mental health speaker and LGBTQ advocate AND person who has fought my own battles with depression and self-harm.

My short story, “Abstract Love” is a comical enemies-to-lovers, gay-for-you love story between a grumpy corporate exec and a snarky young graphic designer. You’ll find a teaser below, but be sure to buy your copy of COME PLAY today.

Support The Trevor Project, and read some damn fine smut!!!


“Abstract Love” Excerpt

by Sara Dobie Bauer

Sam threw his hands in the air. “Why do you hate me? You’ve hated me since I walked into this fucking office, and I have no idea why! Jesus Christ, you helped hire me!”

What with the envelope and people knowing and all the cruel cackles—and Sam in his office after-hours—it all piled up until, suddenly, Donovan stood right in front of Sam without any memory of moving. He did remember yelling, “You are a disrespectful, spoiled brat who knows nothing about real life because your nose is always stuffed in a sketchbook.”

Probably to get some distance, considering Donovan was practically up his nose, Sam shoved Donovan in the chest. “Well, you’re a miserable, grumpy son of a bitch who hates the world, and nobody fucking likes you!”

Donovan stood up straight and blinked just as Sam dug his hands into his chestnut curls.

“Oh, my God, shit, I’m so sorry. That was a terrible thing to say.”

Donovan felt the lump like vomit in his throat. Do not cry. Not here, not now, not in front of him. At least, those were his initial thoughts, which changed when he really thought about it because—if he was honest—he really … needed … Sam.

He reached out and grabbed Sam’s ugly yellow coat. In fact, he went one better. He pressed Sam against the closed office door and kissed him.

For Donovan, relief was instantaneous. He gripped Sam’s collar and kissed some more. Surprisingly, Sam moaned and kissed back, mouth open wide as his tongue came out to play. His hands clung to the back of Donovan’s head as he made the most delicious sighing noises, and Donovan noticed Sam’s lips were so fucking soft.

They kissed and kissed. Donovan would have kept kissing, a man flailing blindly away from heterosexuality, but Sam eventually tilted his head to the side and said, “Whoa, okay, pump the brakes, big chief.”

They ended up sitting side by side in Donovan’s guest chairs. Neither man spoke for a good five minutes. Donovan stared at the floor while Sam tapped his fingers on his knees.

Finally, he said, “Hello, I’m Sam Shelby. Who the fuck are you?”

Donovan chuckled so he wouldn’t cry.

“You don’t hate me, do you?”

“God, why do you have to smell so good?”

Sam leaned forward in his seat. “It’s Gain laundry detergent and some French cologne my sister bought.”

“I’m sorry I kissed you,” Donovan whispered.

“Don’t be. It was a good kiss.”

“Look, I’m getting a divorce, which apparently the whole office knows about. I haven’t felt anything in months, not until you showed up.” He lifted his head but still didn’t make eye contact. He wasn’t sure he could handle Sam’s baby blues just yet. “You’re so talented. It’s disturbing how talented you are. I hated it at first. I hated you, or at least I thought I did.” He rubbed his hand over his face. “Who gave you the right to come into my life and be so talented and passionate? Who gave you the right to be a light in my dark?”

“Depression is easy, Donovan. It’s the other shit that’s hard.” He sighed and clapped his hands together once. “So. You wanna go fuck?”

Now, that got Donovan’s full attention. “What?”

“We live in the same building. The walk of shame would be really short.”

Donovan stood and backed away from the wily creature he’d erroneously allowed remain in his office. “Sam, I’ve never … well …”

“Fucked a work colleague?” He waggled his dark eyebrows.

“No. I mean, yes, I’ve never fucked a colleague, but I’m saying I’ve never …”

“Been with a brunette?”

“Been with a guy.”

“Oh,” Sam said. “Ohhhhh,” he said again. “Oh?” He leaned back in his chair. He half-chuckled, only part of his mouth curling up in amusement. “But we …” He waved at the office door. “I figured you must—”

“Just you,” he said and ground his teeth together.


Read the rest of Donovan and Sam’s amorous (and educational) adventures in “Abstract Love,” featured in COME PLAY. Go buy it! It’s kinky, and it’s for charity!

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Let’s go to Paris for my birthday!

Well, I’m not literally going to Paris for my birthday BUT Paris is what I want for my birthday. Not making sense? Check it …

I started a GoFundMe to help me get to Paris in March 2020. This is all about book nerds, literary history, and creativity, centered around the famed bookshop, Shakespeare and Co.

ALL THE DETAILS! CLICK THE BUTTON:

With this trip, I hope to remind people of all ages that life is never stagnant. There is always space for change and opportunities to try something stupidly spectacular. There are new people to meet, books to read, and words yet to be written if only we stop being afraid and just do.

Help celebrate my birthday and send this crazy writer to Paris by donating to my GoFundMe. Thanks, lots of love, and boy voyage, mes amours.

PS: I’m currently re-learning French, and the best word ever is “epoustouflant,” which means “breathtaking.” It’s so much fun to say! SAY IT!

Escape Trilogy

The Escape Trilogy paperback is NOW AVAILABLE!

For those of you who have followed Andrew and Edmund’s incredible love story, the paperback edition of the Escape Trilogy is now available to order. (Trust me; these boys look beautiful on a bookshelf.)

About the series:

Andrew is an ancient immortal with dark history. Edmund is a human sailor with a thirst for both adventure and violence. Together, they build a love that could last centuries … if ghosts of the past don’t drive them apart.

Escaping Exile

Andrew is a vampire, exiled to an island as punishment for his bloodlust. During a storm, a ship crashes off shore. After rescuing a sailor from cannibals, Andrew becomes fascinated with his new companion, Edmund. Fascination turns to passion, but as cannibals creep closer—and as Andrew’s hunger threatens—can this vampire keep his human alive long enough to explore their newfound love?

Escaping Solitude

Recently returned from exile, vampire Andrew and his beloved human sailor Edmund move to New Orleans where they search for an Elder who can make Edmund immortal. A frantic letter from London propels them overseas, but an accident puts Edmund’s life in jeopardy. Only an Elder can save him, if they can find one in time.

Escaping Mortality

An Elder saves Edmund’s life at sea. Now a vampire, he can stand by Andrew’s side forever, but they must first visit Edmund’s ailing mother in England. The Elder shows an ominous liking to his new sire, while Edmund’s mother’s friend threatens them all. Andrew will do anything to keep Edmund by his side, but his most dangerous adversary may be Edmund himself.

It’s been an amazing journey with Andrew and Edmund. I love these guys, and I’ll miss spending time with them in their world. A toast to all the readers who’ve supported their love story and, in turn, supported me!

PS: If you do buy a copy, feel free to send me a picture of the boys’ happy home in your house! I’m thrilled to have the Escape Trilogy in paperback and thankful for the love you’ve given my beautiful bad boy love birds. Happy reading!

“Exploring fascinating settings like a tropical, cannibal-infested island, the bustling port city of turn-of-the-century New Orleans, and Victorian London, Sara Dobie Bauer propels her vampires through escapades and adventures while weaving a tale of love, dark magic, sensuality, and violence.” – author Elizabeth Lister

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A Lord to Love: Sexy, sweet LGBTQ Victorian romance

My new novella, A Lord to Love, is out today from Carnation Books. It’s a sweet, sexy LGBTQ Victorian romance inspired by the characters of BBC’s Sherlock.


During negotiations for a truce between the feuding Price and Morgan families, Lord John Morgan makes a shocking offer: he will give the Price family their land, in exchange for Harrison Price’s hand in marriage.

John has long been enamored with Harrison, the beautiful son of his late rival. Harrison is nineteen, inexperienced, and known for being cold and bitingly brilliant. The union seems impossible, but John is determined to win the affections of his young obsession.

Will the frigid Harrison concede, or will the object of John’s adoration leave him alone at the altar? Find out in this sexy, romantic tale readers are calling “deliciously carnal” and full of “swoon-worthy moments!”

What readers are saying …

“So adorable it should be a kitten. In a cravat.”

“If I could just get about 200 more pages of Harrison and John, I think I’d die happy.  Sara’s a genius at prose, and this story’s writing is marvelous, as always. I can’t say enough about this Victorian tale of love. I may or may not have girly squeeed when I read this, but so will you.”

“A terrific read. Lord John’s voice is beautifully in-style for the time period. There is something very melodic yet still masculine in the ebb and flow of his words.”


Buy your copy today from Amazon. It’s only 99-cents!

This novella is dedicated to all the Johnlock and Charmie fan fiction writers and readers who inspire me with their work but also with their hysterical screaming over things I’ve written. I love these fandoms, and A Lord to Love wouldn’t exist without the amazing support system I have found on A03. Happy reading!

 

 

writers life

Convention harassment and unwelcome God-talk

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I attended a convention this past weekend as a featured author and had a great time—mostly. Saturday night, after doing a Bite Somebody reading, a man approached me to tell me he already thought I was hot, but wasn’t it so cool that I was funny, too? I laughed it off. He followed me to my signing and continued to flirt, which is fine. I’m an expert at flirtation (as my husband knows). It’s part of my romance author shtick.

Later, after I’d been basically working all day as an author—panels, book signings, readings, et cetera—I had the chance to attend an after-party with a bunch of geeks like me. The guy from earlier was there, and he was annoying me, being overly flirtatious, so (tired as I was), I told him to “Fuck off.”

The next morning, he approached me asking for an apology, saying I’d really upset him by telling him to “fuck off.” So shocked by his asking, I relented and said I was sorry. We made up or something, but the onus was on me to apologize, and in a moment of confusion, I did.

Later, the guy asked for a selfies with me, and I obliged, his hand wrapped too tightly around my ribcage.

Even later, he requested my friendship on Facebook. It’s my fault that I accepted, but I didn’t know what else to do. I usually accept these things. Networking and all.

Then, later-later, this dude commented on my mental health blog, telling me Jesus was the answer to our problems. And this is  why “Christians” get a bad rap.

I’m a Christian who writes erotica and who attends church on Sunday. I’m kinda slutty and drink too much and cuss so abundantly a nun might go deaf, but I’m still a Christian.

In hindsight, how dare this guy ask me to apologize to him? How dare he say Jesus will save me? I admit, I could have responded differently when he asked for my apologies. I didn’t have to give in. I didn’t need to accept his Facebook friend request (which I have since deleted). Now, I don’t need to approve his comment on my blog.

In other words …

I know Jesus. I know the Bible, too, and even if I’m on the liberal side, I like to think I respect people. I was offended Saturday night when I was harassed on the basis of being both pretty and funny. I was offended when I had to apologize for being pissed at said harassment. I’m even more pissed right now as I’m told Jesus is the answer to my mental illness issues when I damn well know there’s a bit more to it, and nothing—not even religion—is easy.

Let us not forget: that Jesus guy had a pretty hard time. He was a rebel, living on the outskirts of society, offending people and flipping literal and metaphorical tables. If there had been leather jackets in Jerusalem, he would have worn one. Probably would have had tattoos and piercings, too, all right?

I don’t want to apologize for who I am and how I act, especially if you piss me off first. I’m polite, but maybe I was too polite this weekend.

Indeed, I am a radical, too-polite, dirty-minded Christian girl who can love both God and sex. I’m exhausted today … but I learned my lesson. As an author and woman, I don’t have to be nice to everyone at events just because I’m generally a nice person. I can be angry and rude when it’s called for, and so can you. Stand up for who you are. Let’s be radical together.