Rising Moon
an excerpt

Jerichos' hand shot out, knocking the alarm clock to the floor with a loud thump. Unfortunately for him, the bloody thing kept beeping. Dragging himself halfway off his bed, he turned the alarm off and paused, legs still tangled in his duvet and his forearms on the floor. Giving a short sigh, he pushed himself completely out of bed and yawned his way to the kitchen, where he sleepily started making a pot of porridge, darting back and forth between the bedroom and kitchen to get dressed while he made breakfast.