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BOOK TWO: TOY SOLDIERS (Sequel to Two Princes)
Once a thief, always a thief, and if he can’t win the heart of the boy he loves, he’ll steal it.
Blurb: Billy Redsky’s made one of his biggest dreams come true, but there’s a problem. Even though the boy he loves is mere footsteps across the hall from his bedroom, they might as well live a country apart because claiming René Oshawee’s heart is more difficult than Billy anticipates.
Much to Billy’s disgust, René can’t accept his true self, so he’s incapable of loving someone else. And all he cares about is living a life the chief and his wife foresee for their youngest son.
If Billy is to finally have what he truly desires, he must stop René from running away from who he really is and face the man in the mirror, or what they share will never blossom into true love.
Genre(s): Multicultural, m/m contemporary romance, LGBT, young adult.
Heat Rating: Level 2
Publication Date: October 2, 2020
Publisher: Devine Destinies
“Nope. Uh-uh. One.” Billy held up his finger. “I dunno how many times I gotta say it. You’re turning seventeen at the end of December. I’m turning sixteen at the beginning of January.”
“The technicality doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re in grade ten and this is my last year of high school.”
“No, you’re coming back next year for your OACs.”
“OAC is required to get into university. If I wasn’t going to university, I’d be officially done school. You have two more years to clock in.”
What was two freaking years? “You’re trying to tell me something, but you’re not leveling, man. We’re always gonna be together. Always. I already told you after you booted me to the curb last time—you’re not getting rid of me.” Billy increased his grip on René’s shoulders. “Ever.”
“Who says I’m getting rid of you?” René hiked a brow. He tilted his head slightly. “Maybe I enjoy your company, huh?”
“What else did your dad say?”
“He said since I’m older, I should encourage you to hang with your friends more often. He said—”
Billy’s stomach soured. The Oshawees were worse than helicopters. They were breathing down his neck. What made them think they knew what was best for him? Everyone—teachers, principals, cops, family child services workers—couldn’t keep their big noses out of his business. He was turning sixteen in less than two months. He didn’t need anyone’s so-called guidance. His heart had told him eons ago what he needed, and he sat on the very lap of what he needed.
“Just ’cause your dad’s the chief doesn’t mean he knows everything.”
“If he wasn’t smart, he wouldn’t be the leader of our rez,” René replied simply.
“I’m not letting anyone come between us.” The amount of firmness in Billy’s voice was enough to even shock him. Still, the possessiveness was present, goading him to hold even tighter.