Blurb
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.
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.
Excerpt
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 - eXtasy Books
Author Bio - Cheryl Headford
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 traveled 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
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