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Friday, December 4, 2020

Calling Birds (Twelve Days of Christmas 2020, Day 4) is Finally Up for #PreOrder!

Happy Holidays! eXtasy Books Presents, the Twelve Days of Christmas 2020 Collection, and my little contribution is ready on PreOrder for you. Can't wait? Click on the LINK and get the book on December 11, release day. It's simple and easy, plus you get to enjoy discounts the next time you purchase at the site. If you want to go for a wider retailer like Amazon, you'll have to wait a week, maybe two. I'll make sure to update this post for the links.

Calling Birds

Published By: eXtasy Books

Author: Jo Tannah

ISBN: 978-1-4874-3131-0

Pages: 70

Word Count: 19498

Estimated Publish Date: December 11, 2020

Heat Level: 3 Flames

Categories: Gay, GLBTQIA, Holiday, Paranormal, Romance , PREORDER, Shapeshifter, Twelve Days of Christmas 2020

The perfect Christmas gift may be as simple as saying the words I Love You.

Cole is having a difficult time adjusting to life as a shapeshifter’s mate and father to two fledglings. He’d always wanted children, but never in his wildest imaginations did he think he would be raising eagles instead.

For Michael Diamond, finding the words to describe his love for Cole can be difficult. Especially during the Christmas holidays, which also happens to be their anniversary.


Sunday, November 22, 2020

Tristan and Zach: Chicken In The Oven, Love On the Side (A Taboo Story) #FreeRead #mm #erotic #romance #TabooSeries #oneshot

*Disclaimer: raw and unedited

Thanksgiving was just around the corner and after months—no, years—of enduring the constant feeling of dread, Tristan felt like he could finally breathe freely. He and Zach had been afraid to voice their concerns over the results of the most recent presidential elections, yet it wasn’t a political situation they could easily ignore. Their marriage, their very lives, had been at stake. They’d lost friends and a lot of clients because of it. The pandemic situation did not help matters, especially after it had affected the firm’s base operations. Deciding to work from home had been a simple decision, implementing it and being successful at it, was not. With the elections finally over, the pandemic was one of the principal things Tristan continued to feel insecure about. Thankfully, they were spending two weeks at the beach house beginning the next day. Although it was not a real escape, it offered temporary appeasement to the constant battles they continued to face. Although nothing was ever easy, and he knew things were not going to get easier overnight, he wasn’t worried. In the end, the word of law would overcome, and his marriage to Zach would stay safe, at least, for the time being.

    The week before, Tristan had decided to check both his and Zach’s schedule and surprise his husband with a two-week vacation. Tonight marked the first night of their two weeks’ vacation. After Thanksgiving, the busy work schedule would have to be faced again, but for now, all Tristan thought about was how he and Zach had finally the time off to focus on one another.

Living together for the past several years had not been free of arguments. The truth of the matter was, Zach proved quite opinionated. There were times he straight on butted heads with Tristan’s more conservative outlook, but somehow, they’d continued to grow as a couple. In fact, he felt they’d grown closer to one another. There were even moments when all Tristan had to do was look at Zach and immediately know what he was thinking. The ping of an incoming notification shook him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at his phone and saw the message from Zach saying he was stopping by the grocery to pick up some things.

“Do you want me to get you anything?”

“Nothing. Hurry home, I miss you already,” Tristan smiled as typed into his phone.

“Aw, so cheesy. I love it,” came Zach’s quick response.

Tristan's smile broadened at Zach’s use of the word cheesy. Yes, Zach called him out on being just that. Maybe he was cheesy, but he was one for a reason. Never had he experienced the kind of feelings he did until Zach came into his life. Even though Zach was much younger, he was an old soul and their connection dug deep. Should it have been any other man, he doubted he would have been brave enough to express his love so openly. He would have felt insecure. Ever since he and Zach started their relationship, he had nothing but strength and confidence in their love. Not for the first time, he thanked the higher powers that he had Zach in his life.

The grocer Zach was at was only fifteen minutes out. Tristan had enough time to prepare the screening room and set up the movie Zach had wanted to watch for a long time. It was an old one, The Abyss. He could still remember watching it the first time and after Zach had expressed interest, so he thought it was a good idea to purchase an account with an online streaming app. Watching movies was a pastime that Tristan had only rediscovered, thanks to Zach and the pandemic.

Whenever Zach wanted to, as he termed it, chill out, he watched movies. It didn’t matter what genre as long as he could get lost in the special effects and forget about real life. Both of them had been through a lot the past several months, first with Tristan’s parents’ refusal to face reality their son was gay and was married to a man, and second, their illogical conviction Tristan was going back to Amanda. Choosing to accept their ex-daughter-in-law was in prison was something that even his parents’ closest friends couldn’t understand. Zach didn’t help much. He’s shrugged and placed the blame on senility. Maybe he should adopt Zach’s simplistic approach and get some untroubled sleep for once.

Tristan was just loading popcorn into the air fryer when he heard a door slam followed soon after by Zach’s regular greeting.

“Honey, I’m home.”

“In the kitchen,” Tristan called out. After adjusting the foil and making sure that everything was set upright, Tristan closed the lid.

Just then, the timer rang and he hurried over to check on the chicken. He decided it was as good as done when he pulled on a wing and the meat gave easily. He was putting on oven mittens when Zach poked his head around the kitchen door.

“Something smells great. What’s for dinner?”

“Nothing fancy. Just baked chicken and potatoes,” Tristan said. “Leave the bags by the door, I’ll get to them as soon as I’m done with this.”

“All right, thanks. I’ll take a shower. Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

“I’ve got everything under control,” Tristan said, throwing a quick smile at Zach.

“Okay, I’ll be in about ten minutes.”

“I already placed a change of clothes at the back of the door.”

“Thank you, baby.”

Tristan pulled out the dish from the oven and carefully placed it on the island. He sniffed at the delicious odors coming off it and smiled to himself. Chicken was such a mundane dish to cook, but when prepared properly and with the right ingredients, it was spectacular. Zach was fond of chicken, too fond of it. If asked what he wanted to eat, he would always mention chicken. Even when it was still safe to eat in restaurants, he’d order chicken. Not to mention, he’d order in chicken take out. It didn’t matter how it was prepared, just as long as it was done well, Zach enjoyed the meat. It was just one thing Tristan had learned about Zach through the years that had surprised him at first. Tristan reached for a spray bottle before opening the kitchen door to the garage. He looked down at the grocery bags Zach had left on the floor for a moment before spraying alcohol over it. Watching the mist settle, Tristan thought back about how life had turned abnormal ever since the pandemic started. He knew people laughed at him for his overzealousness in making sure he didn’t have the chance of getting the virus, but he didn’t care for their ignorant beliefs. At least his family stayed safe because of it. The bathroom door opened to his left and he looked up.

Zach, his hair slick from his shower, stepped out of the bathroom, a ready smile on his lips. Tristan blinked, his brain suddenly muddled at the sight of his husband. He didn’t know how long he stood there in silence, gawking until Zach took the spray bottle from his hand.

“Hey, are you all right?”

Tristan blinked slowly, feeling his face flush from embarrassment. He knew that Zach could see right through him. How many times had he been caught staring at him in wonderment? His children often teased him about it. He and Zach had been married for over a year and he still couldn’t get over how lucky he was.

At thirty-one, Zach was at his peak of attractiveness, from the way his once lanky body had become buffer from working out with Tristan, to the way his face had matured. Zach had always been beautiful in Tristan’s eyes, but now, he was just unbearably handsome. Tristan blinked once more when Zach’s hand cupped the back of his neck and pulled him closer.

“Hello,” Zach said. It was a simple word, nothing sexy or seductive in it at all, and yet it made the blood rush straight down to Tristan’s groin and he found it hard to speak. Their gazes met and held before Zach lowered his head and brushed his lips over Tristan’s.

The touch was tender and sweet. It made Tristan hunger for anything but chicken.

The kiss deepened, and the heat rose between them like a fever. Zach slid away from his lips across his cheek then down to his neck. At the juncture where neck met shoulder, Zach planted a tender kiss followed by a little nip. Tristan breathed in a harsh breath, his mind in turmoil. The only thing he could do was turn his head and capture Zach’s mouth in his once more. Tongues dueled in a dance of dominance. It was always like this between them, never wavered since that first day they shed all inhibition and braved the potential storm should their respective families discover them. Tristan pushed his tongue deep into Zach’s mouth. It was captured in an instant, sucked on, and held there by his determined lover. Tristan sighed at the way Zach sucked and press himself closer. He tightened his arms around Tristan’s waist, stealing the breath away.

Tristan lost track of time. All that mattered was Zach. It wasn’t until Zach raised his head that Tristan found himself pressed against the kitchen door, breathing harshly in time with Zach. Their gazes met, but they didn’t speak until a smile morphed over Zach’s lips.

“Hi,” he whispered.

Tristan swallowed and his gaze fell on Zach’s plump and reddened lips. “Hi,” he croaked out.

“Miss me?”

Tristan nodded and swallowed again. His mind was still lost in the memory of their earlier kiss and all he could feel was the hard cock pressed against his.

“Dinner can wait?”

Tristan nodded again.

Zach’s brow rose, his gaze searching and all-knowing. The smile broadened. “I see. Shall we take this inside?”

All Tristan could do was nod again. Where had his voice gone? He didn’t care. Zach was here and he wanted him.

Tristan couldn’t recall how they got here, after all, it was on the second floor, and yet there he was, lying on the bed looking up at Zach. His husband towered over him, but he wasn’t meeting Tristan’s gaze. He was looking down, his lids hiding his eyes, but Tristan knew what he was looking at. The balls of his eyes moved under the shuttered lids, moving to and fro. As he continued to observe him, Tristan felt Zach’s body heat up against his. Where their skin touched, he could feel Zach’s body heat up. Tristan looked up and smiled as a flush began to cover Zach’s chest. He’d always found it fascinating how easy it was to assess Zach’s emotions by the way his blood moved under his skin. Tristan’s lips curled up as the flush moved up to Zach’s neck and up to the tips of his ears, all the while Zach’s breathing began to accelerate. Growing harsher as the seconds ticked by.

Tristan shifted slightly, adjusting himself so Zach sat squarely over his groin. His hardening shaft quickly rose to attention, as did Zach’s. It was a fascinating sight, one he had never tired of.

Zach looked up and Tristan drew in a deep breath.

How had he gotten so lucky to have a man like Zach in his life? He definitely didn’t think he deserved it and yet there he was, sitting on top of him, looking down at him. Zach’s eyes shimmered in the darkness, but Tristan didn’t find it difficult to read them. How could he miss the love in those depths?

The intensity in those brown eyes whenever their owner was sexually aroused.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Tristan swallowed. Whenever Zach’s voice changed into that low, raspy voice of his that only came out when they were both in bed naked always made his mind blank out. In the past, when their relationship had been new, he had managed to control his thoughts and emotions. Now that they’d been together for several years, he was not doing so well. But it was all good. He was just more in love with his Zach than he’d ever been. From the way Zach was with him, he was just as in love with him. Zach had proven his feelings after the incident with the intern. Tristan took in a harsh breath. He shook his head and focused on what was Zach was doing to him. Now was not the time to think about that incident.

“What are you thinking about?” Zach continued to slather the lube over Tristan’s cock.

Tristan opened his mouth to answer, but Zach lifted his hips. Tristan reached out and grabbed on to Zach’s hips. He knew what was going to happen next, but Zach always managed to surprise him. He would never just settle over so he could take Tristan deep inside him. He always thought of something that would take Tristan’s sanity away. He was not in the mood for that tonight.

“Don’t you dare,” Tristan threatened lightly. Ah, there he was. He'd found himself again.

Zach froze, his eyes widening slightly, but the quirk of a smile ruined revealed how much he was enjoying the exchange. “What do you mean? What’d I do?”

“You’re thinking about teasing me again that’s what you’re doing.”

“I’m not.” Zach let out a soft whine as he lifted his hips higher. He adjusted Tristan’s length under him.

Tristan grimaced. His balls felt full to bursting. The tip of his cock head felt sore, as though the skin were stretched overly thin. Overall, he just wanted to feel the surrounding flesh, gaining in heat as he thrust into Zach. Memories of how their flesh rubbed against the other in tight friction made the hunger for his Zach rise a hundredfold.


“Lower yourself on me.”

“Please, Tris,” Zach whispered.

“Slowly now, baby,” Tristan whispered back.

A small whimper escaped Zach’s lips, but he did as instructed. Slowly, ever so gently, he lowered himself over the tip of Tristan’s cock.

Tristan let out a small growl as he pulled Zach down on him, controlling his movements with his sure hands.

Breath exploded from Zach’s mouth as Tristan felt his cock gain entrance. Heat covered the tip of Tristan’s cock before spreading down over his cockhead. The entry may have gotten easier through the years, but once inside, Tristan still had a hard time containing his reactions. The combined heat and tight embrace was something he had always truly relished in. Something on Zach provided him.

He opened his eyes when he felt a slight twitch from Zach and he smiled up at him when he saw the almost beatific smile light up Zach’s face. His eyes were closed, his lips were parted slightly, the flush had grown deeper as he lowered himself further down until Tristan was fully engulfed.

“Touch down,” Zach said in a breathless voice before letting out a

Tristan’s eyes flung open, saw the silly grin on Zach’s face and gave hip a gentle slap.

“Ooh, naughty,” Zach cooed.

Tristan reached up with both hands took hold of Zach’s neck and pulled him down until their faces were mere inches apart.

“Why are you being so naughty?” Tristan asked.

Zach’s mouth twisted before the tip of his tongue slipped between his lips. He licked on his lower lip before lowering himself even more until his forehead pressed against Tristan’s.

“Because you like it.”

Taboo Series Titles

Taboo | A Taboo Christmas | Taboo Pleasures | The Summer Knows | Christmas Unwrapped

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Saturday, October 31, 2020

Life On Lockdown: An Update On What's Going On With This Author

Hi, peeps! It's been a while since I've posted a blog. The last time I gave an update about real life was May 15th of this year and we'd been on lockdown for about three months. Fast forward to today and a lot has changed.

First off, we're still on lockdown. There was a point when we enjoyed a momentary respite and could go around the island. That lasted a good two weeks but the numbers surged once more, much to my disgust. People acted irresponsibly and reverted to the pre-pandemic days and so, here we are. Stuck at home, fearing the what-ifs, and personally, feeling the loss of a nephew who fell victim to this dreadful disease. My street in my village is restricted from movements because a family was infected. The local government lacks the capacity to provide the proper support so have advised the asymptomatic individuals to stay at home and brave for recovery. Across the street, another family got infected simply because one member decided he was going to brave going out in public without a mask. 

I can go on and on with my rant against those who refuse to accept the new normal, but I won't. I am lagging in my social life in that I don't bother to interact except for direct family members and those of my two brothers. Even then, those encounters are so limited, many have gone to my personal FB profile to find out if I'm still alive. I found that funny as hell for no one had bothered before, so why now? I guess they missed my tongue-in-cheek attitude and sarcastic opinions of the world around me. Truth is, I closed that particular page because I cannot bear seeing the many profile updates all involving lit candles (this is a local code that someone in the family of a friend died of the virus). 

Enough of real life. Let me talk about work. 

Well, I published a book, It's Not That Complicated. This story is very different from the ones I've written before in that it involves a character who has 5 alpha reductase syndrome. Sales are okay after an initial interest that propelled it to eXtasy Books' Bestseller list. It's currently available on Amazon, so if you're interested, go check it out. Available in Kindle and Paperback formats.

Coming soon are two books. I don't have the exact publication dates, but I do know Calling Birds will be released sometime in early December. I'm not allowed to say anything about this yet so I'll have to keep mum about it. Sorry! Rules are rules.

An Auction of Roses still has to go through the editing process, but I already have the cover. I can't tell what it's about yet, but it's actually a sequel to Winter Roses, Seasons To Love Book #1.

What else? Oh, yes. I am currently working on the second installment to Heart Held Hostage (HHH). Its style is very different from what you're used to coming from me. In fact, I must admit that my current style has changed. This pandemic did something to me, brought out so many feelings and thoughts I'd never before imagined.  After HHH, I'm going to either go write the last installment of the Taboo Series or the fifth installment to the Rise of the Symbionts

Am I working on anything else? Well, yes, and no...I'm doing research for another story. In fact, it doesn't have a working title and it's the third installment to Seasons to Love. But my muses [👇] are naughty individuals who take up a lot of my time and imagination with their constant life updates that's sent me to heaven several times a week. I'm exhausted, but I am obsessed with them, so no worries. TThis means that it may take some time to finish that particular sotry, or I may just decide to drop whatever I am working on so I can write the story and be done with everything. I'm really not the best when it comes to decisions, especially when my characters keep talking to me. They are so noisy! At least I, as well as you, are reassured that I am not running out of stories. Also, there's the fun fact that I have an entire folder of stories I have plotted out and have yet to finish. I'm not going to run out of stories any time soon, I can promise you that.


For now, I am not writing because of doctor's orders. My tendonitis is making eating impossible except using my right hand. I can't type without having to take medication for the pain. Another week or so of complete rest and I can go back full-time. 

If you've reached this point, I thank you sincerely. I love you, peeps, and I hope you have the patience to continue reading my stories.💗

Friday, October 9, 2020

It's Live! It's Not That Complicated #mm #erotic #LGBTQ #suspense #thriller #eXbdd


It's Not That Complicated

Published By: eXtasy Books
Author: Jo Tannah
ISBN: 978-1-4874-3002-3
Page: 259
Word Count: 77520
Estimated Publish Date: October 9, 2020
Heat Level: 3 Flames
Categories: Contemporary, Gay, GLBTQIA, Mystery, Romance , Suspense, Thriller, Noted

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Loving freely in a world filled with social constraints can get complicated.

Many straight men are down on having a secret relationship with someone like Stash Burcell, but not out in the open. Living in such a close-minded society makes it hard for him to find someone he can trust, let alone surrender his heart to.

Anthony Charles Eisemann has only ever been out with women, though secretly he’d always been drawn to androgynous femme men who looked and dressed like women.

When Anthony meets Stash, their lives take a sudden turn from complicated to dangerous.

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

#Coming Soon #PreOrder: Calling Birds by Jo Tannah


Published By: eXtasy Books
Author: Jo Tannah
ISBN: 978-1-4874-3002-3
Page: 198
Word Count: 78000
Estimated Publish Date: October 9, 2020
Heat Level: 3 Flames 
Categories: Contemporary, Gay, GLBTQIA, Mystery, Romance , Suspense, Thriller, PREORDER, Noted

Tags: Adult, Romance, Noted, contemporary, Gay, GLBT, Thriller, Suspense

Loving freely in a world filled with social constraints can get complicated.

Many straight men are down on having a secret relationship with someone like Stash Burcell, but not out in the open. Living in such a close-minded society, it’s hard for him to find someone he could trust let alone surrender his heart to.

Anthony Charles Eismann has only ever been out with women, but secretly, he’s always been drawn to androgynous, femme men who looked and dressed like women. When Anthony meets Stash, their lives take a sudden turn from complicated to dangerous.

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

What's Next For Jo Tannah for 2020-2021

Roger Garth
Meet Stash Burcell, the main character for It's Not That Complicated
Model Inspiration: Seth Atwell

I just signed the contract for this story. It's going to be my 35th book with eXtasy Books.
Release Date: TBA

What am I working on now?

1. Finishing up the second installment to the Kizerain world: no title yet, would you believe it? This one's a May/December romance. I hope to submit by next week.

2. Will attack the second installment to the Serai series. This one's a little different for me, so I'm taking my time with it. I hope to finish by Thanksgiving for early 2021 release. I can't reveal much about it as I'm still trying to figure out the twists and turns on this one.
3. Fifth installment to the Taboo series, this time, it will be a heart wrencher and will focus mainly on Zach and Tristan's relationship as they go through an unexpected situation. I'm not saying what kind for the sake of secrecy, but it is one that causes both of them anxiety and will test their love and acceptance of one another.

Check my FB page for updates HERE!

Friday, May 15, 2020

Life Update

Hi, peeps.

Writer Thinking ClipartI know, I know, it's been a while. Forgive me. Life took a turn, and it has been a troublesome time for my family. COVID19 brought in a complication that took everyone around the world by surprise and added a weight that was heavy to carry, even when we had to do it all together. Fortunately, my family is alive and healthy, safe, and out of danger. I can't talk about what happened last November, but I'm just grateful that everything panned out and we all had the chance to recover. In the end, it opened a few opportunities for my family and we're slowly adjusting to our new normal. It also revealed who our true family and friends were.

All the doors closing and all of those that opened alternative paths for us also took a toll on my creativity. Curiously, the lockdown on my island gave me the opportunity to sit, munch on food, and do nothing. The couch potato (me) binge-watched on Korean dramas over at Netflix. I particularly enjoyed Haechi, The Beauty Inside, Here To Heart, and Diary of A Night Watchman. There's another I'm currently watching, The King: Eternal Monarch. I can honestly say, I found a whole new world that allowed me to enjoy romances all over again. After all the angst in my real life, I definitely needed it.

What's my good news?

Well, the rekindled love for romance didn't get me to open books to re—it opened my mind, woke up my muse, and I got to write and finish a whole new story. It's over 70K long, and I'm still tweaking it to fill up the holes I left open in my bid to run after my sprinting muse. I got to finish it last night and had a long chat with my publisher. The only sad part is I settled on this title that may have to be scrapped because of copyright issues. To solve the issue, I will submit the original title but will add in alternate titles that will not be copyrighted. I'm not upset, I was well aware of its potential copyright issue, that's why I initiated the chat with my publisher. What the title will end up to be, I'll keep you updated.

As for future works?
I'm with eXtasy Books. They are a stellar company with a professional staff, I couldn't ask for more. To top it off, they pay on time. Will I ever self-publish again? Maybe. Maybe not. I'll update you all when the time comes.

For now? I'm hoping you're all coping in this world that's filled with uncertainty. Give yourself a break. Set limits to yourself so you don't get burned out. Relax. Take a deep breath. Take time with family and friends. Look at what you have and give thanks, don't dwell on what you don't or what others have.

Peace out and lots of love.


Saturday, February 15, 2020

The Heart of the Beast - MM Author Valentine's Giveaway Event

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The Heart of the Beast - MM Author Valentine's Giveaway Event
13th February, 2020 → 16th February, 2020

A giveaway of short stories written by multiple MM authors with the theme Shifters and Valentine's Day.

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Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Checking Out Cheryl Headford's PROJECT X! #mm #erotic #NewAdult #romance #freebieincluded

Published By: eXtasy Books
Author: Cheryl Headford
ISBN: 978-1-4874-1980-6
Page: 297
Word Count: 93358
Publication Date: January 3, 2020
Heat Level: 3
Available Formats: Adobe Acrobat, Epub, Mobipocket, Mobipocket (.mobi)
Categories: Erotic Romance , Gay, GLBTQIA, Science Fiction, New Adult

Morgan Bentley is a bastard. Matthew knows this absolutely—until he doesn’t. 
Matthew and his friend Cory are thrilled to attend one of the most prestigious universities in the UK. On their pre-entry visit, they met Morgan Bentley and his stuck-up friends. Matthew takes an instant dislike to the arrogant, conceited, self-obsessed, beautiful, intelligent, and charismatic boy. Throughout the next year, Matthew harbours his dislike, never missing the opportunity to complain to his best friend, Cory, what a bastard Morgan is. Then, an unexpected turn of events catapults Matthew, Morgan, and Cory into a nightmare, and all the things Cory had said about Matthew’s true feelings about Morgan come crashing down on his head, and he realises that what he thought was hatred and anger was, in fact, growing attraction and begrudging admiration. But when the deadly nature of the elusive Project X is revealed, it seems their budding romance is doomed before it begins, as one of them is unlikely to survive.


Morgan Bentley was a bastard. An utter, complete, A-one, cut-glass bastard. He was arrogant, selfish, cold, standoffish, cruel, and completely heartless. His history was peppered with broken hearts and broken people attesting to the fact. There was no doubt about it—he was a bastard.

Morgan didn’t have any friends. What he had was an entourage: people who cared less for the person he was than for the prestige his company brought. At the moment he had a girlfriend, the undoubted Alpha Female of the university, a bitch called Charlotte Lethbridge, whose father owned half of Mayfair. The relationship wouldn’t last, though. They never did. And next week it could just as easily be a boyfriend.

No one ever said no to Morgan. No one outside his circle of “friends” ever said anything at all unless he invited them to, which he rarely ever did.

Cory often said Morgan was sad—he had to be. He had to be lonely and sad because he had no real friends, no lasting relationships, no one to share with. Not like us. Sometimes I had to stop myself laughing when he said that. Morgan Bentley sad? Not bloody likely. He had everything. I mean everything.

His father was a research chemist, heading a huge multinational corporation. They manufactured drugs and engaged in research projects, sometimes for the government. I think that’s why Cory was so fascinated with Morgan. He was getting a degree in biochemistry and wanted to be a researcher himself. Cory was awesome...but he had flaws, and his fascination with Morgan was one of them. Personally, I wouldn’t care if I never saw his smug face ever again. Hell, I’d have been so much happier if I hadn’t.

For a different perspective on how Morgan felt about that initial meeting you might like to read the Prequel. This gives away spoilers if you haven’t read the book, but is a nice, currently free, introduction to the boys and how their different perspectives work. 

Project X - Prequel

About the Author

Cheryl was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.
Cheryl has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her family and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created in play.
Later in life, Cheryl became the storyteller for a re enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.
It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller was the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.
In present times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son, dog, bearded dragon and cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. She’s never been happier since she was made redundant and is able to devote herself entirely to her twin loves of writing and art, with a healthy smattering of magic and mayhem