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

As Sylvester sat among the shadows of the unlit nursery, his thoughts had scrummed down to uncharted territory, and his emotions dined with chaos.

Suspended in the pending dilemma, he was left feeling like a violent whirlwind that was trapped inside a chrysalis. Like he was a brewing storm, imprisoned within a thick layer of dying skin, gaining force and momentum by the second, he was faced with an impossible choice: calm the typhoon within, forcing a sense of serenity over it and allowing things to go back to how they had once been, familiar and safe, or let the emotion burst through his skin, rebirthing him in a new form in a new, but less than certain world.

Two weeks ago, he knew who he was. It would have been the easiest thing in the world to go back to that; his bank was hefty, holding more digits than it ever had before, and he could use it to pave a new life for himself.

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