Excerpt from Love in Lockdown:
A Charity Anthology

Locking Him Down by Marley Valentine​
“Mr Stewart,” Mr Reid, our teacher calls out loudly, shutting Michelle up. “How nice of you to join us.”
The interruption is a double edged sword; effectively ending the conversation with my part time stalker, and steering my attention to the one person I try so hard not to look at.
 Micah Stewart.
My eyes try to subtly roam up and down the length of his tall, lean body. He’s dressed in his signature black, skinny leg jeans, and black leather, high top Chucks. He’s in an oversized, charcoal tee, and his long, inky coloured straight hair is gathered at the nape of his neck in a loose and messy bun. He finishes off the look with leather bands lining his wrists, and silver rings decorating every odd finger.
With his tanned skin, and long lashes that frame his deep brown eyes, his high cheek bones and dimpled chin––there’s not one single thing that makes him stand out, but when it’s all put together, he becomes the very reason my traitorous dick gets hard. 
 Everything about him is the complete opposite of me. 
 Where I’m fake and everything I do is for show, Micah wears his truth like a second skin.
He’s confident and honest, and happy. So fucking happy. All the damn time.
 I’ve watched him for years. Like a thief, stealing secret glances of his smile, taking in his laugh, listening to his voice. Things that I have no business being infatuated with. Things that don’t and won’t ever belong to me.
But it seems the more I try to deny it, the more I notice him. And the more I notice him, the more I want him.
 Over the years, curiosity has turned into fascination, and now I’m just a horny eighteen year old obsessing over a guy and a life I can never have.
 I couldn’t tell you when or how it started but at first my interest was just that. Micah was different from me and my friends and that made me curious. But then the fascination turned into desire, and at the realisation that I was very much attracted to guys, wanting Micah Stewart turned into an all consuming obsession.

Locked Down by Shaw Hart
She’s the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen. I watch as the sun shines in through the kitchen windows and sparkles like a halo around her head. She looks like an angel, and me with my black hair and dark blue eyes, I look like the devil, the shadow stalking her. 
It’s been like that since I first met her. As soon as I saw her in that restaurant, I knew that I had to have her. She looked up at me with those intelligent greens eyes and I was a goner. She’s owned me from that moment onward.
Too bad she doesn’t feel the same way about me.
While I was dying to know everything that I could about her, she couldn’t seem to get away from me fast enough. Luckily for me, her father had seen that I was interested in her and had offered me her hand in marriage. I had felt a little dirty going behind her back like that but then I had looked up and seen the way some of the other guys at the restaurant were staring at her. I couldn’t let some other guy step in and steal her before I could get her to fall in love with me.
I had tried to rationalize that she would fall for me eventually. I would treat her better than any of those other guys and give her the life that she wanted. That was the plan anyway.

MORE ABOUT LOVE IN LOCKDOWN: A CHARITY ANTHOLOGY

Locked In by Angel Devlin
A new Love and Liquor story.

Forbidden Delights by Cora Reilly
A new Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles story.

Lockdown with the Mountain Man by Frankie Love.
A new steamy story. 

A New Neighbor by Hope Ford
A new steamy story.

Bad/Good Neighbor by Ker Dukey
A new Royal Bastard’s MC story.

Angel of Tears by L A Cotton
A new Verona Legacy story.

Locking Him Down by Marley Valentine
A new M/M romance.

Locked Down by Shaw Hart
A new steamy story.

Locke by Tracy Lorraine
A new Rosewood High story.

As well as new stories from:
Jade West, Kimberley Knight, Haley Jenner, Khardine Gray, and Nina Levine. 

Excerpt from Love In Lockdown:
A Charity Anthology

Locking Him Down from Marley Valentine
 “Mr Stewart,” Mr Reid, our teacher calls out loudly, shutting Michelle up. “How nice of you to join us.”
The interruption is a double edged sword; effectively ending the conversation with my part time stalker, and steering my attention to the one person I try so hard not to look at.
 Micah Stewart.
My eyes try to subtly roam up and down the length of his tall, lean body. He’s dressed in his signature black, skinny leg jeans, and black leather, high top Chucks. He’s in an oversized, charcoal tee, and his long, inky coloured straight hair is gathered at the nape of his neck in a loose and messy bun. He finishes off the look with leather bands lining his wrists, and silver rings decorating every odd finger.
 With his tanned skin, and long lashes that frame his deep brown eyes, his high cheek bones and dimpled chin––there’s not one single thing that makes him stand out, but when it’s all put together, he becomes the very reason my traitorous dick gets hard. 
 Everything about him is the complete opposite of me. 
 Where I’m fake and everything I do is for show, Micah wears his truth like a second skin.
He’s confident and honest, and happy. So fucking happy. All the damn time.
I’ve watched him for years. Like a thief, stealing secret glances of his smile, taking in his laugh, listening to his voice. Things that I have no business being infatuated with. Things that don’t and won’t ever belong to me.
But it seems the more I try to deny it, the more I notice him. And the more I notice him, the more I want him.
Over the years, curiosity has turned into fascination, and now I’m just a horny eighteen year old obsessing over a guy and a life I can never have.
 I couldn’t tell you when or how it started but at first my interest was just that. Micah was different from me and my friends and that made me curious. But then the fascination turned into desire, and at the realisation that I was very much attracted to guys, wanting Micah Stewart turned into an all consuming obsession.
 
Locked Down By Shaw Hart
She’s the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever seen. I watch as the sun shines in through the kitchen windows and sparkles like a halo around her head. She looks like an angel, and me with my black hair and dark blue eyes, I look like the devil, the shadow stalking her. 
It’s been like that since I first met her. As soon as I saw her in that restaurant, I knew that I had to have her. She looked up at me with those intelligent greens eyes and I was a goner. She’s owned me from that moment onward.
Too bad she doesn’t feel the same way about me.
While I was dying to know everything that I could about her, she couldn’t seem to get away from me fast enough. Luckily for me, her father had seen that I was interested in her and had offered me her hand in marriage. I had felt a little dirty going behind her back like that but then I had looked up and seen the way some of the other guys at the restaurant were staring at her. I couldn’t let some other guy step in and steal her before I could get her to fall in love with me.
I had tried to rationalize that she would fall for me eventually. I would treat her better than any of those other guys and give her the life that she wanted. That was the plan anyway.