No Boys Allowed: Except Jonah

For the first time in sixteen year-old Lilou's life, born addicted to heroin isn't the reason she can't concentrate on her schoolwork.

Of all the places Lilou has endured during her parent's missionary work, Botswana is the absolute worst. The Philippines had television. Turkey, where she'd been adopted, had a McDonalds. Chicken nuggets. Lilou desperately missed chicken nuggets. And Ranch.

Botswana's only redeeming factor, and admittedly it's pretty redeeming, is Jonah Parish. Jonah isn't just a boy. Jonah is her cure. Lilou's coping strategies for her ADHD stopped working as the demand level of her course work increased. Her grades fell. Meetings were held. Medication was discussed. Thankfully, Jonah intervened.

She didn't need medication when she had Jonah's dark brown eyes, and Clark Kent glasses to keep her brain occupied. If only she could convince him to keep every part of her anatomy occupied. And there was the problem with her entire scheme to graduate, and seduce Jonah in the process.

Jonah is older. Two years. Totally not a big deal. Except, Jonah's mother is the head master of the village school, and his father, a minister. Not the cool, hipster, it's-okay-to-wear-flip-flops-in-the-sanctuary-hut kind of minister, either. Jonah isn't allowed to do anything except pray, and study. In that order. Even though Lilou hasn't witnessed him do either, is irrelevant. At the end of the year, he'll be graduating, and going to a University a world away. Lilou will be alone. Alone she will surely fail.

Lilou has eight months to find a way into Jonah's heart, and out of her own head if she wants to ever escape Botswana. She has to escape Botswana. For the love of chicken nuggets she has to escape Botswana.