Maggie Blackbird

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For this week’s edition of Book Hooks, I give you a teaser from Toy Soldiers, book two in the When We Were Young series, a m/m contemporary, young adult novel. Check out other book hooks from participating authors here.

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, LGBTQ+, First Nations Romance, Young Adult.
Heat Rating: Level 2
Publication Date: October 2, 2020
Publisher: eXtasy Books

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“So? You gonna answer me?” Billy shifted from the doorway to the counter. He leaned his butt on it. Ah, he’d rather sit on the counter. He slid onto the marble top.

René used a cloth to wipe out the sink, something expected of both of them, according to the house rules set by Mrs. O.

“You answer me this.” René tossed the rag into the wicker hamper.

“Ask away. I’m an open book—unlike you.”

“You told me you loved me. It’s apparent you’re hot for Carla. What do you want exactly?” René set his hands on his hips.

The question almost knocked Billy off the vanity. “Wh-what? I don’t wanna date Carla. I want you.”

“I didn’t say you wanted to date Carla. I said you’re hot for her. Didn’t I?”

Well, two could play this game. Billy fired out a, “What about Keith? Are you hot for him?”

René’s eyes shifted to the side.

“I knew it.” Billy thrust his finger. “You didn’t even know I was alive at supper last night. Drooling all over him wasn’t about getting even, was it? You probably start foaming at the mouth every time you see him.”

“Wait a—” René held up his hand.

“No way. I’m speaking the truth, ain’t I? You’re different from your homeboys. They drool over anything in a skirt. To make you drool, the person’s gotta be packing some major sexy. And he is. Right?”

Again, René averted his gaze.

“Y’know, you say I run away, or go out and party if I don’t like the outcome. Seems you have the same problem. Look at me,” Billy ordered.

Very slowly, René turned his head.

“C’mere.” Even though a big wound of hurt sat in Billy’s chest, that didn’t mean he’d lost to Keith. He’d fight for what he wanted. If this meant getting in the ring to slug it out for René’s love, who wasn’t going to hand over his heart easy because the ungrateful Mr. Metrosexual had it, Billy would steal the fucking thing. He had tons of practice. The stickiest of fingers. Plus, he’d learned how to lift whatever he wanted from the best of them—his family.

René inched over.

“Here.” Billy spread his thighs and pointed between his legs.

A dusting of red appeared on René’s face. He did as ordered, though, which was shocking. He set his hands on either side of Billy. Their faces were a breath apart.

Billy tangled his fingers into the collar of René’s shirt and drew him in even closer until their lips were a puff away. “I love you. I love you so much it fucking hurts. I’m not giving you up either. Carla? I won’t lie. She’s hot. Thing is, even if I was with her, I’d be one downer of a dog ’cause she isn’t you. Do you get it now?”

Screw waiting for an answer or another excuse. Billy wrapped his arms around René’s waist and laid a kiss on his lips.

René’s warm mouth glided in the same sexy rhythm as Billy’s. The blood careened through his veins. He had to touch him, feel him up a bit. The kissing was a damned feast of wet flesh and mind-blowing suckling. René had this way of breathing that seemed to drain the air from Billy’s lungs.

He kept his palm on the small of René’s back and moved his hand in slow circles. The slight dip where René’s spine rested was firm and smooth. Billy slid his palm lower until he met the rich material of René’s pants. His round ass flexed slightly. The blood snaking through Billy’s veins became a rushing river to his heart and head.

Unbelievable. He had René’s tongue in his mouth. He had René’s ass in his palm. He had René’s arms around him. Best of all, his ears got to enjoy the light sighs coming from René. It was only a matter of time before he got to hold René’s heart.

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