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Guest Jo Tannah ~ Hidden Fates #Halloween #MFRWAuthor #eXbdd

Fellow Extasy Books author Jo Tannah has a spooky tale for you, just in time for Halloween!

Title: Hidden: Fates (The House On 16th Street)

Published By: eXtasy Books

Author: Jo Tannah

Page: 177

Word Count: 52639

Publication Date: October 20, 2017

Series: Hidden #3

Heat Level: 4

Categories: Erotic Romance, Gay, GLBT, Horror, Suspense

 

BUY LINKS

http://www.extasybooks.com/hidden-fates-the-house-on-16th-street/

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076NN88W1

Book Series Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttNJlGA2v2Q&t=22s

Book Trailer Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMUqKy15Yto

EXCERPT

Slamming the door behind him, Jonathan leaned his back against it. In short, hard gasps, he took deep breaths, not realizing he’d been holding onto it until then. Thankfully, the feeling of oppression faded and Jonathan began to relax. He stood there by the door for some time, listening for someone, or something, moving outside. When he heard nothing, he let out a sigh of relief and began to step away. He yelped when he caught sight of a movement, but when he saw his reflection staring back at him, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh to the ceiling. A wet and cold touch caressed the length of his neck.

“Jonathan.”

Jonathan opened his eyes, paralyzed as he watched himself in the mirror. His heart raced faster than before, and he couldn’t breathe. At the same time, the feeling of impending doom swamped over him. His heart beat rapidly in his throat, the sound, deafening in his ears. He was very sure that a man had spoken his name. Jonathan couldn’t recall feeling that frightened in his life. The shower in the bathroom turned off, and he heard Rafe whistling a tune, but instead of calling out to him, Jonathan continued to stare at his lone reflection, unable to understand how the voice had spoken right next to his ear. If he were to reflect on that touch, he could swear it had been a tongue. When the bathroom door opened behind him made him jump, he turned around, fist drawn up to hit whoever it was that was playing pranks on him. Rafe stood in the doorway, bare except for a damp towel around his waist. Jonathan slowly lowered his fist, fighting his rising urge to run like a coward and schooled his features.

AUTHOR BIO

I am a wife, mother and blogger by day, a writer by night. It can be difficult, to say the least, but it is a challenge that keeps me on my toes.

I grew up listening to folk tales my father and nannies told either to entertain us children or to send home a message. These narratives I kept with me and finally, I wrote them down in a journal way back when I kept one. Going through junk led to a long forgotten box and in it was the journal. Reading the stories of romance, science fiction and horror I had taken time to put to paper, brought to light that these were tales I never met in my readings.

The tales I write are fictional but all of them are based on what I grew up with and still dream about. That they have an M/M twist is simply for my pleasure. And I hope, yours as well.

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00RCKB5J6

Twitter: @JoTannah

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