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As I’m posting so frequently, I wanted to include some guest posts from authors I admire and books that tickled my fancy…
Today, I’d like to welcome my friend Maggie Blackbird with her new release: Two Princes.đ§Ą
BOOK BLAST
Book Title: Two Princes
Author: Maggie Blackbird
Publisher: Devine Destinies
Cover Artist: Martine Jardin
Release Date: June 12, 2020
Genre/s: Young Adult, multicultural, contemporary, LGBT romance
Trope/s: Friends to lovers
Themes: Coming of age
Heat Rating: No sexual content – only kissing
Length: 67 345 words/ 235 pages
It is the second book in the When We Were Young series.
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To win over the chiefâs haughty son, a drug-dealing punk from a dysfunctional family must risk the only two things he has: his reputation and freedom.
Blurb
Billy Redsky, a rebellious punk who loves art and nature, is saddled with a welfare-leeching, alcoholic mother and criminal older brother who are the joke of their Ojibway community. Sick and tired of being perceived as a loser, Billy deals drugs for his older brother to earn quick money. He hopes if he buys a dirt bike, heâll finally impress the chiefâs popular and aloof son, RenĂ© Oshawee.
When the two are forced to serve detention together, a friendship blooms, but much to Billyâs frustration, RenĂ© keeps putting him on ice. To make his biggest dream come true if he finally wants to call RenĂ© his own, Billy must make a huge decision that could cost him everything.
Excerpt
TWO PRINCES
At the same time, they entered the office doorway. Billyâs side received a sharp elbow jab, and his lungs almost hurled from his throat. Pain. Major pain.
RenĂ© pointed at the chair. âSit. Iâm going first. Unlike you, I donât got all day to be playing around.â He strode to the counter. âIs Mr. Carlson in? Mrs. Lamb sent me.â The attitude in his voice melted into an ass-kissing, respectful tone.
âWhat for?â The secretary, with a big beehive straight out of the sixties, stood.
RenĂ© pointed his thumb over his shoulder. âRedsky got into my little cousinâs face. I have to talk to Mr. Carlson about it.â
âOkay. Let me buzz you in.â The swinging-sixties secretary reached for the phone.
Never mind his aching side. Billy scrambled from the chair. âI ainât taking the rap for this. You started it, loser.â
RenĂ© whipped around. âWhatâd you call me?â
âI called you a loser.â Billy fisted his hands.
âYou worthless punk.â RenĂ© held up his finger in a lecturing gesture just as the teachers did. âWanna talk about losers? Your mom and brother are total alkies and welfare leeches. Itâs people like your family who give reds a bad name. Thatâs why everyone hates on us and says weâre a bunch of drunks sucking the taxpayers dry.â
âIs that what Chief Oshawee says when youâre having your fancy steak supper? Or maybe your mom says it âcause sheâs some bigshot accountant?â The jeer flew from Billyâs mouth.
âGive it a rest, boys.â Mr. Carlsonâs thick voice whirled into their argument. âMy secretary told me you both were sent here. RenĂ©,â he pointed at the door, âinto my office. And, Billy, sit down. Weâll talk once I hear RenĂ©âs version.â
It figured Prince Oshawee would get to go first. At least Billy had been smart enough to pass off his stash to Lonn before being sent to the vice principalâs office.
For ten minutes, Billy waited, and waited, and waited, the second bell having already rung. RenĂ© was probably painting a sham picture of Billy shoving dope down Stuartâs throat.
The door to the vice principalâs office opened. RenĂ© huffed out. He shook back his shoulder-length, thick, almost-black hair and trounced from the reception area into the main hall.
Instead of raw fury searing Billy, being ignored by the royal spare was sharp teeth sinking into his skin. Big deal. He didnât give a shit about anyone or their opinion. Especially an Oshawee.
âBilly…â Mr. Carlson and his big gut filled the doorway. âIn here. Now.â
Billy slunk into the office and flopped in the usual stiffer-than-a-board chair opposite the massive oak desk. He dropped his backpack and his frustration onto the floor. There was no point in arguing. Chrome Dome would believe an Oshawee over a Redsky.
Mr. Carlson sat on his king-style throne. âFighting again?â
What could Billy say? Nothing.
âI didnât think so.â Mr. Carlson picked up the phone and flipped through his Rolodex. âI have business to attend to. Youâll report to room two-o-two after school. We have a new strategy when it comes to physical disputes. Youâll find out then when you get there. Dismissed.â
About the Author
An Ojibway from Northwestern Ontario, Maggie resides in the country with her husband and their fur babies, two beautiful Alaskan Malamutes. When sheâs not writing, she can be found pulling weeds in the flower beds, mowing the huge lawn, walking the Mals deep in the bush, teeing up a ball at the golf course, fishing in the boat for walleye, or sitting on the deck at her sisterâs house, making more wonderful memories with the people she loves most.
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Hi Zakarrie. TY for hosting me. I really appreciate it. đ
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Hi Maggie. Aw, you’re very welcome, always.đ„°
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