BOOK ONE in the Chronicles of Mischief saga


When Sylvester Morgan had signed the contract, agreeing to become Jackson Palmer's baby boy, it had been unclear what to expect.

Bottles, diapers and stuffed animals had never been the kind of things that had appealed to Sly. 

Yet, when Twenty thousand is offered to act like a baby for a month, as odd as it sounded to him, he found himself willing to try it.

He just didn't expect to enjoy it.

Baby Of The Month

I was scared that he was going to keep his promise and come back and hurt me.

As Jackson lay in the dimly lit room, his eyes drilling holes into the shadow concealed ceiling, Sylvester's words played in his head like a crime scene.

So many steps away from the doomed place, the soul-destroying place, he had once been . . . all it had taken was one simple sentence and he found himself right back there.

Perhaps he had more in common with Sylvester than he had once predicted. But how he wished it wasn't so.

Nobody deserved to go through what he had.

Sly claimed that what his ex did to him was nothing. What was a smack or a threat here or there, after all? There was always a justification; Sly didn't see the look on his face, the sheer terror, the first time that Jackson had run his fingers through his hair, or the way that he would flinch if Jackson made a sudden movement.

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