Snow? I'm not a fan of the white stuff. It's been brutally cold during the winters in Michigan. Some days the snow comes and doesn't seem to stop. It's a part of the reason I moved to South Carolina.
Yet, snow is a vital part of Elizabeth Arroyo's latest release- ON THE EDGE OF BROKEN PIECES. The main character dislikes snow, and I certainly empathizes with him. But he's willing to deal with the foul stuff in order to be a part of Wade's inner circle. Not only will Wade teach Xander that snow isn't horrible but teaches him that love comes in all shapes and sizes.
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One moment changes everything.
Xander Morales is close to getting his big ticket out of his crappy life. All he needs to do is continue his therapy sessions, control his anger issues, and pretend that he's not hearing his dead sister's voice.
Should be easy, right?
Not when he finds himself drawn to the town’s golden boy Olympic gold Medalist snowboarder, Wade Wilson. Wade is gay and comes complete with his own entourage of nosey followers, domineering mother, and handful of rich friends. The guy sends Xander’s emotions into a nosedive.
But Xander’s not gay.
Except Wade makes him feel things he's never felt before and Xander finds himself leaning in for a kiss. That kiss. The kiss that would change everything he's ever believed about himself. And he does what he’s been doing all his life. He runs. Because facing the truth of his feelings means giving Wade the broken pieces of his heart and it might just cost Xander everything.
Don’t miss this emotional tale of a boy who faces his worst nightmare-snow-all for a boy he doesn’t even think he likes. Fans of Fifteen Hundred Miles from the Sun by Jonny Garza Villa and Adam Silvera’s The History of Us will enjoy this story about a boy who ultimately finds strength in family, friends, and love.
He may have inserted himself inside my heart, but it didn’t mean I had no control. Actions and emotions were two different spheres in my universe. My dad taught me the two faces of the serpent. One—the sober, kind one who would take us to the movies and on spontaneous trips. The other, a red-eyed demon who beat my mom and hated us. Of his blood, I should be able to do the same. Shove those emotions I had for Wade into a closet behind my curtain wall and never let anyone see them.
I got up, unlocked the door, and returned to the bed, shoving my foot into my other boot as Wade took a hint that I wasn’t going to open the door for him and let himself inside. I almost peeled out of my skin as I caught his glimmering light blue eyes. His platinum blond hair longer in the front fell across his eyes, and he flicked his head to look at me, then to the bag on the bed. He wore dark denim jeans, a knit turtleneck that hugged his broad chest and narrow waist, and boots that were unlaced. I gave him a quick once-over before paying attention to my bootstrings. Looking away from him gave me more willpower to not slam him against the door and kiss him.
He leaned against the door and watched as I finished tying my boot and stood up, wiping my hands on my thighs. “What?” I snapped with pure venom behind the word. “Came to stare at the brown boy?”
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