Chloe Walsh

His first, last, and only true love has always been rugby.
Until now.

Following a devastating injury that has left him sidelined and stripped of his beloved number 13 jersey, Johnny is struggling to hold onto his dreams. Lost, insecure, and desperately seeking comfort, he sets his sights on unraveling the mystery of the girl with the midnight-blue eyes. With his best friend, Gibsie, by his side, Johnny embarks on his quest of exposing the secrets surrounding the girl who haunts his every waking hour.

Keeping secrets has never been a problem for Shannon. The life she was born into demands nothing less. She knows that demons and evil men don't just exist in fairytales. They exist in her world, too. Traumatized beyond repair after her return from Dublin, and desperate to protect her little brothers, Shannon finds herself falling into the same old cover-up, barely keeping her head above water, as her future unravels before her eyes. Beaten and broken, her walls are up and her trust is shaken. Only one boy has the ability to climb those walls. The boy who owns her heart.

Secrets are exposed and lives are changed forever in Keeping 13, the explosive sequel to the bestselling book, Binding 13. Follow Johnny and Shannon as they try to navigate their way through the aftermath of that fateful rugby match in Dublin.

Falling in love was the easy part, what comes next is the test...

Friendship, first love, rising fame, horrifying secrets, and pain all fuel together as two teenagers from the opposite side of the tracks collide in Keeping 13, the concluding story for Johnny and Shannon.

Based in Ireland, the Boys of Tommen series is bound to captivate and lure you into the world of rugby, love, and teenage heartbreak.


***** Warning *****
Some scenes in this book may be extremely upsetting for some readers. Due to its bad language and certain scenes, Keeping 13 is recommended for mature readers.

Boys of Tommen #2

Keeping 13

Clara

He was eleven years old and this was what they had turned him into.

Is this too much to ask for, he’s actually so sweet!

Lucy

“Just relax, okay?" he whispered, leaning so close to me that his lips brushed my ear. "You're safe with me.”

Someone

That's really your face?" she asked, eyes drooping, as she studied me with a vacant expression. "It's so pretty."

"Uh, thanks?" I offered uncomfortably, still cupping her cheeks in my hands. "It's the only one I have."

"I like it," she whispered, "it's a good face," just before closing her eyes again, sagging forward.

Are you warm enough? Should I get you a blanket or something?"

"I'm…" she paused and glanced down at her knees. Releasing a small sigh, she looked back to my face and said, "I'm actually hot."

"Completely fucking accurate assessment."

The highly inappropriate response was out of my mouth before I had a chance to filter myself.

I love his monologue, he's just like me (aside from liking minors, i do not like minors)

"Yeah?" I straightened up, a sliver of hope sparking to life inside of me. "So that makes you how old?"

Please fucking throw me a bone and tell me you're seventeen.

Sophia

I don't want to travel the world anymore, and my ultimate ambition is to survive." He flinched but I forced myself to finish. "The girl you remember is gone, Darren. I'm not her anymore. Whatever I used to be, he beat it out of me a long time ago."

"Johnny?" My hands moved of their own accord, knotting in the fabric of his hoodie. "If you're going to let me down –" dropping my head, I closed my eyes and inhaled several shaky breaths before tipping my chin up and opening my eyes, "then I need you to do it now, okay? Don’t wait until it's too late, and please…please don’t make it hurt –"

"You don't steal children," he hissed. "It's like the fundamental rule of life."

"You have issues," Gibsie accused, sounding horrified. "You have serious fucking issues with taking things that aren’t yours. You're like a kleptomaniac but with humans!"

"They're not a pick and mix," Mam continued to rant, not giving my father a chance to speak. "You don't get to pick and choose your favorites and leave the rest in the box. There's five of them, and broken, bent, or out of shape, I want them all!"

"The Lynchs?" Awareness hit me smack in the chest and my jaw fell open. "You're taking them?"

"I'm taking them," Mam confirmed with a determined gleam in her eye. "All of them."

Like he had when she was alive, Joey remained right by our mother's side, staring into the hole in the ground that would be her final resting place. A lone tear drop fell from his cheek and I watched it as it disappeared into the grave with her.

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