<![CDATA[Jonathan Writes <br />Books - Treasure Chest of Bonuses!]]>Sat, 18 Nov 2017 00:01:24 -0800Weebly<![CDATA[Will you come Unbound this new year?]]>Thu, 07 Jan 2016 01:54:48 GMThttp://jonathanwritesbooks.com/2/post/2016/01/will-you-come-unbound-this-new-year.htmlHappy New Year! Below is the first 1,000 words of the Opening to Bound by Tales. Nice little sneak preview for what is in store. 

Will you come Unbound?

Let me tell you a Tale I remember my Father once told long ago. 

Once upon a time…

There was a realm much like ours, but different. 

Here Animals spoke with a fluent Human tongue. Magic was old. Wolves shape-shifted under influence of the full moon, and the once mighty House of Red, was falling.

The bright amber Hunters Moon, in all its fullness shone. So bright did it shine, that the stars that hold court in the night were blinded away by its brilliance in the cloudless night. 

Far out from the crumbling city of Zhan’ding not a single breeze blew. The air began to grow stale in the late hour. The forest darkened as time passed onward, not even the moon could break through its guarded secrets and cast spells. Nothing moved. Nothing aside from the contingent of soldiers that manned the Outer Wall in heavy anticipation. Every available post filled, every available man armed with aged, broken, and rusted weapons. 

The buildings, bricks and mortar groaned. The very ground Zhan’ding was built upon moaned a sad melody. The Outer Wall creaked, homes creaked, and the Great Palace creaked. They all creaked upon the stale wind that swirled around. The soldiers listened to their fair city sing its requiem for death. The soldiers wished not to speak of it, but it seemed the city would do it for them. The city knew that it would not see another beautiful sunrise come across the horizon. 

A soldier attempted to flee, but was put back in his place by the Captain, who forcefully shoved him back where he belonged without a word. He continued on his rounds, hands clasped tight behind his back. Fear shot through his spine, but loyalty to his dying city over powered him to continue on.

The great city of Zhan’ding, ruins. Nothing more now than broken individuals, crumbling houses and decaying dreams. Having seen its height of glory many years ago, during the Queen’s War, when the immortalized Lord Red, killed the demon Queen of the Wolves, effectively scattering the Wolf Empire into nothing more than handfuls of bickering Clans. Bickering Clans that have continued to fight amongst themselves in an internal power struggle. But even that was not without its  costs to the Realm. 

The city began to show its age to all who looked upon it. The Outer City, nearly inhabitable. Homes near the Great Wall abandoned and stones repurposed elsewhere. While the deep Inner City began to reach that point. Even the Great Palace began to crumble away and Central Tower to lean horribly. 

All available supplies allocated to the integrity of the Outer Wall. Even that was became a daily task. A task that grew more challenging with each rising sun. Supplies from crumblings homes were becoming more rotted, and unusable. While the Wall itself seemed to no longer contain the will to remain standing. It produced new holes when another was fixed. Great support beams have been crafted from the surrounding woods, but the citizens dare not enter too far into those woods. 

This night, all in the city waited with heavy anticipation. They knew the Wolves were coming. For they came every night. Every night to wear down the Wall. In recent days they have grown more persistent, and always more in number than the previous night. 

Wolves are patient. Wolves always have been. They slowly wear down the Wall. Patiently waiting to destroy those that scattered their Empire. 

 Saledii Pastalia Red, last heir to the House of Red, spends this night like all others previous. She stands with the same heavy anticipation as her soldiers a world away on the Outer Wall. Uneasiness, sadness, and remorse hung upon her bright pumpkin colored eyes. Fire red hair curled like a burning bush around her head. With deep red full lips and simple pink rose slip, Saledii stood watch over her dying city, her heart does not beat hard.

Saledii waited with heavy anticipation. 

Soldiers waited with heavy anticipation.

Citizens waited with heavy anticipation.

Zhan’ding waited with heavy anticipation.

Below her balcony, a bronze statue of a four-armed Bear headed deity, easily towering over two grown men. The deity stands upon one leg within an open rose flower. His second leg locked at the knee outwards, almost a dance to those who look upon it. Two arms locked above his head fingers pointing forever skyward, other two hands extended out before him, ready to catch the falling. To catch the falling and lift them to the High Heavens. Bare chested with primal tattoos marking his body that glow other worldly in the amber moonlight. 

Staring at the statue, Saledii closed her eyes tight. Her mouth moved, but no physical words were released. She silently prayed to the guardian of Zhan’ding. Prayed that he will watch over the city. Usher the spirits of the dead safely to another world.

High pitched howl after high pitched howl pierced the night air. A bank of clouds, which had been gliding unnoticed, covered the bright moon. With the amber light gone, the cloud cast the city into unending darkness. Unable to finish her prayer, Saledii forced her eyes open, but she saw only the glint of torches and lamp posts that flickered throughout the city. The howls unbearable. They echo endlessly through the dark, twisted streets. They reach every home. Every ear. They wake the sleeping. They terrify the awake. 

A death knell sings its song. 

Saledii gripped the banister of the balcony tightly in her fragile hands. Her breath taken away. Once silent heart now drumming in her ears. The bells sound not too long after the howls die away into the nothingness. Soldiers all cry out what she already knew. 

Wolves have breached the city, they cried. 

Hide, hide for your lives, others screamed.

“Secure the Eastern Wall!” Saledii screamed down to soldiers that rushed around the deity statue. Her voice grand and powerful over the warning bells of the city. They changed direction with no question. Swords and lances glinted in the fires. 

<![CDATA[Poems I found]]>Thu, 29 Oct 2015 21:23:58 GMThttp://jonathanwritesbooks.com/2/post/2015/10/poems-i-found.htmlFound a few poems hidden away in a random folder on my computer from years ago. Thought I'd share them with everyone. 

A vacant stare,
Milky skin,
Caramel hair.

Time passing.

Youth suffocated by beauty,
Life transfixed by beauty,
Death clinging to beauty.


Night Wishes

We are
Creatures of

Dancers of

Keepers of

Singers of


We are

Possessor of

Transporter of

Guardian of

Vocalist of



Land of Lost Things

-Where everything seems possible, and nothing is what it seems.

The land of lost things,
A place beyond the reach of mortal arms,
Where our eyes deemed not to gaze,
In which the book of myths lie.

Far beyond the rainbows end,
And past the glitter of stars,
A land that exists for,
All things lost to be found.

The land of lost things,
To which a silver sky
Lights its vast horizons,
Of unimaginable bounty.

Ruled over by the Goblin King,
His domain a labyrinth of lost things,
Neatly categorized,
For purposes unknown to all but him.

All things lost,
Not matter how big or small,
Falls into the hands,
Of the Goblin King.

His favorite lost thing,
 Are socks. 

In the Midnight Hour

In the midnight hour
I promised the world to you
Know I’m in love with you

As I lay upon your chest
So many things going through my mind

In the midnight hour
No mistake
The skies may explode

The world may be chaotic
Sometimes it gets scary

In the midnight hour
How many of us out there
Still feels that way

A brand new tomorrow
Is my lullaby

In the midnight hour
The minuet between the heart and breath
I promised I’d wait for you

But you love me anyway
You made my dreams come true


<![CDATA[Did you know?]]>Thu, 29 Oct 2015 21:13:22 GMThttp://jonathanwritesbooks.com/2/post/2015/10/did-you-know1.htmlIn Bound by Tales, a Fairy tale fantasy, the Main Character of Marguerite (Fr) or Margarete (Eh) means Pearl.
The diminutive of this name happens to be Gretel, which coincidently shares a name I chose for another character. A character that she knows very well.

(But don't worry, that would be spoilers and I am not giving those away until June 2016)

Will you become Unbound?
<![CDATA[Deleted Scene: Adam's Pov at the Club]]>Fri, 19 Jun 2015 17:47:35 GMThttp://jonathanwritesbooks.com/2/post/2015/06/deleted-scene-adams-pov-at-the-club.htmlBelow you will find the only major deleted scene from Love is Complicated that wasn't once a complete chapter (maybe more on that later.. spoilers?)

This scene takes place in The Club, during Tristam's drag show.
The scene actually almost survived until publication, but was not spared the red pen of editing during the final run through for content and readability. That just shows how long this was actually in the book.

Enjoy the scene, and you tell me if I should have kept it or not?
“I cannot believe I am at yet another boring ass Drag Show. And not even a decent Drag Show at that,” Adam commented to himself as his eyes scanned the darkened bar.

            Adam sat in the furthest corner of the bar. Two sluts that could have been mistaken for twins, as they both had dirty and shaggy blonde hair, parted the same way and a tan that would make the beach queens jealous, flanked either side of him. They both wore very similar tight shirts that barely covered their midsections. Everytime they moved, the shirts moved, revealing their smooth skin and tight boxer briefs. They even wore the same colored sandals. Adam didn’t care, they were busy doing what they were supposed to be doing, sucking and licking his neck softly. Someone he knew as he stretched out on the couch approached.

“Adam! See you are having a good night?” The guy, wearing a red shirt with only the numbers 8 ½ Soft,” written in white approached.

Adam and the guy, Scott, who Adam has fucked on at least two separate occasions fist bumped. Adam didn’t want to move too much, he has found that too much movement distracts the sluts, and they move onto different people, though they usually end up with themselves.

             “At least that sad excuse for a straight boy posing as a drag queen isn’t the first act.” Adam commented.

“Tell me about it, all his fucking jokes are horrible, the monologue, boring. Can’t he get a clue that the crowd is only laughing to move along,” Scott stated.

The slut on the right, pulled off of Adam’s neck, “I liked his monologue.”

Adam quickly grabbed the shaggy blonde hair and pulled just as forcefully as he did with the twinks friend on the other side of him. A look of pleasure came from the rough treatment, “You aren’t here to talk, or to think. Just keep sucking on my neck, and maybe, just maybe, I will want to fuck you and your friend at the end of the night!”

“Well, if you don’t, maybe I will take one of them,” Scott said, looking at how much the twink slut enjoyed being roughhoused.

“The only reason I am here, is because this happens to be the only decent Gay bar in town, though that is open for debate, seeing they let more and more Breeders in every week,” Adam commented, his eyes scanning the bar with his friend. He let the twinks hair go and they took the hint and went back to licking and sucking Adam’s neck.

 “Not even cute Breeders who, when they get drunk, become curious enough to see what it feels like to have my cock shoved up their tight virgin asses,” Scott laughed, fist pounded Adam again, before beginnging to rub a hand on the slut’s leg next to him.

 “I can’t believe I call this place my usual hangout,” Adam commented again. Anida Manwich had finished her number and was now replaced by some inexperienced Drag King, who kept flubbing his lines and tripping over his own feet.

 Adam became lost in his own little bubble, both twinks continued to suck both sides of his neck. The one on the right rubbed his hands all over Adam’s tight stomach, fingers finding every muscle and playing with them softly. Adam leaned more to the left, for that slut was definitely doing a better job hitting all the spots on his neck. It was making him hard. Adam’s moans of pleasure, what little escapeed from his mouth were mistaken by the right slut as he is doing something well, as he slowly moves out from underneath Adam’s shirt and began rubbing Adam’s growing hard-on. The left slut bit down on Adam’s neck.

“OW! What the fuck?” Adam pushed the twink away before pulling him back sharply by his shaggy hair. The twink seemed to enjoy the roughness a bit, as a pleasurable smile came across his face.

“Sorry,” the blonde haired, blue eyed twink apologized before going back at Adam’s neck, this time much softer.

“Enough with the fucking teeth.” Adam hissed.

“You just taste really good,” the little slut whimpered, licking the where he bit.

“I don’t need a fucking hickey.” Adam looked down the best he could at the slut.

“Boyfriend wouldn’t like that will he?” Scott laughed, trying to rub further up the body of the closest little slut.

“No, not again,” Adam ran his hands through both slut’s hair.

“You not drinking?” Scott asked, , his hand starting to move up the back of the twinks shirt, feeling every inch of his smooth skin.

“No, not in the mood.” Adam stated.

“Can’t believe you aren’t high then,” Scott pointed out.

“My usuals that supply the weed aren’t even here tonight. They must have taken the clue that this horrendous show was going on and steered clear,” Adam stated disappointedly.

The two twinks passionately going at it on his neck, while his friend, tried to steal the one away. Adam pulled him closer, forcing his mouth onto his neck, a slight moan came out.

“You get all the fun Adam,” Scott continued to rub the back of the twink next to him.

“You snooze, you fucking lose dude,” Adam let out a grin and pulled on both twinks hair again. “You boys like it rough don’t you?”

Both little sluts moaned a yes as their tongues continued their work.

“I guess,” Scott said.

“I just can’t believe I am actually here, having my neck sucked on by two sluts, who have probably fucked each enough times to be considered partners, and who will probably fuck each other tonight if I don’t take at least one of them home with me. Something will have to make this night more interesting.” Adam was growing bored, his hard on going away quickly.

“You could fuck your actual boyfriend,” Scott suggested.

“Eh, at the rate its going, I might have to after he comes home from work,” Adam exclaimed, not allowing the twink sluts to stop their work, his hand holding the right slut closeer, while Scott laughed some more, running his fingers and lighty tugging the hair of the slut closest to him.

<![CDATA[Did you know?]]>Thu, 04 Jun 2015 22:17:20 GMThttp://jonathanwritesbooks.com/2/post/2015/06/did-you-know.htmlDid you know that the Original First Draft of "Love is Complicated" was actually going to be called, "The Dead Fag Society"? 
This title was going to play a pivotal role in the over all story involving the character of Ryan. 
It was going to be used as a group of close friends he hung with that were all over the age of 30, but also a play on words, of attempting to give up cigarettes. 
This title was ultimately scrapped after the First Draft, due to the elimination of a scene in which Ryan explains the society.