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What’s a REVERSE BULLY romance you ask? It’s where the heroine bullies the hero. Jazzy bullies Ben mercilessly, but he stands up to it, knowing she’s hurting and needs someone to unlock the door to let out all the pain. Ben is her unicorn, patient and kind and more than smitten. She’s the strong, brave girl of his dreams, full of life and talent and spunk. Check it out.
Here’s a snippet:
(Warning: adult language)
I find what I need to clean the blood from her hand and arm.
“Nice song,” I say when she stops and I secure the bandage and stand, gritting my teeth against the surge of nausea now that I’m finished. I take a long slow deep breath to shake it off.
She ignores my comment, venturing a look at her hand, and then smiles at me.
“You’re good at this.” I’m in danger of vomiting, but I don’t tell her.
“Tell that to the med schools I’m applying to.” I take her good hand to pull her from the chair. “All set.”
“Med school. Damn. I thought you were going to be a big hockey star and I could score myself some big-shot jock cock.” No humor in her sarcasm, she eyes me with interest more than disappointment.
“Guess you’re feeling better. And don’t pretend you’re disappointed.”
She laughs. It’s a startling sound that does more to light my cock than the sight of her nipples through her wet T-shirt.
“You’re right, I don’t give a fuck what you do. Maybe the rumor I heard isn’t true.”
“What rumor is that?”
“That you’re being scouted for the NHL.”
I shake my head, suppressing the beat of excitement. “It’s true.” I shrug. “But it doesn’t matter. Being a doctor is more important than playing hockey.”
She gives me an evil look like she knows, as if she can see through to me to the dilemma in my soul. No way she has a clue.
“Big decision. Play hockey or go to med school,” she says as if I haven’t already made the decision, hadn’t just told her my decision. Fuck. “The way I see it, it’s all about choosing now or the future. Which is it, unicorn boy?”
Ignoring her sarcastic unicorn boy tag, I say, “No contest. I’m only playing hockey for the scholarship.” I lie my ass off. There may have been some truth to it once, but I love hockey and playing for St. Paul University with these guys is the best thing in my life, if I’m honest. Now pretending that I only play for the scholarship is a lie that’s getting harder and harder to pull off with the Hockey East Championship and Frozen Four Tournament coming up. And the real possibility for a shot at the NHL taunting me.
“Let’s go,” I say as we step out of the back room.
She laughs at me, for real, and I wonder again if she sees through me as we head back to the bar. I escort Jazzy along the bar toward the front with a hand on the small of her back hovering just above her perfect round ass. The bartender calls out to her from the back, less crowded corner, offering her a free beer to make her forget her pain.
“Honey, you can pour an ocean of beer down my throat and it won’t put out the fire of this pain. It’s who I am. I’ll be out of my misery when I die.” She bellies up to the bar and takes the beer from Leon anyway.
