Carefully slipping my hand into his shirt, I touched the cloth of the t-shirt over his stomach, heated by the body underneath. The music drifted away from me. Over the rushing in my ears, I loudly heard his fast, shallow breaths coming through parted lips, his stomach under my hand rising and falling in time. Then I moved into him, my right hand sliding around his waist, diving deep into his clothes, pulling the left hem of his shirt from his pants in the process. I felt him letting go of the horse behind me. His eye lids flickered shut. His mouth was dry both from arousal and from drinking wine; he still tasted of it, sweet and bitter. Arms closed around me. And then I pulled him down with me... ~~~~~ Pop star Michael Jackson is a man everybody knows as guarded, reluctant and shy. Yet in summer 1989, he engages in an amorous adventure with a practical stranger. How did that happen? And who is she? This is the story about the circumstances surrounding an unusual night in the life of Michael Jackson. And it's a story about falling in love...

"Wear them to the party tonight," he said. "Of course!" The little golden horses dangled from their hooks. "Wear just them tonight!" I glanced over at him. He was more lying on the arm chair than he was sitting on it. "That would attract some attention, I'm sure! If I'm wearing just these, what will you be wearing?" He looked at me with a gentle smile that left me totally unprepared for what he said next. "A boner." ~~~~~ In winter 1990, Anna returns to Michael Jackson's Neverland Ranch for the first time since leaving Los Angeles. For one and a half years she hasn't seen him. The work on BAD has ended, and Dangerous is still in the making. Things are hanging in mid-air. It's Christmas. He was brought up to never celebrate Christmas.

WINNER of the Michael Jackson Fanfiction Awards 2017: Best Jackson5/ Jacksons through 'Off The Wall' era 16-year-old Marilyn suffers from bullying in school. Her life is dark and dreary, until one day she meets a young man - accidentally - never has the word been more fitting. He's from an entirely different world, a world of lights, smoke and stardust. And he's just as lonely...