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326 pages, Paperback
First published August 19, 2019







No, he hadn’t noticed her at first. But when he did, she became all he could see. For seconds…minutes…eternities on end.
“I’d just won the Stanley Cup. I was headed to the party to end all parties. I knew I could get laid by anyone I asked that night, but the only person I wanted to be with was you. I’d reached the Holy Grail, won the Stanley Cup, and it didn’t mean shit because I couldn’t have you.
She’d put him through so much, and you know what, it didn’t even matter. She was his now. His forever. From that moment on, Lena’s ruthless ex, would become the man who would love and cherish her. And never fucking ever let her go.
“You heard me. Beg me, bad girl. Beg me for your next orgasm. Beg me for this dick.”
"Yeah, I know he had a name, but I was jealous, so I didn't bother to use it. I didn't stop being jealous until he showed up to prom with another dude."
-- Desmond Keane
“Just so you know, I plan to kill myself if Mr. Marchetti refuses to let us play anything from the current millennium this year,” Band Nerd was saying.trivialising suicide idealisation and nothing more is ever said about this.
... His girlfriend made a chiding sound in the back of her throat, half laugh, half groan. “Sweetie, don’t say that. I’d be so sad.”
“I am completely serious—”
He dropped his gaze down to the rest of her body, and immediately regretted the impulse decision.Again, they are 15/16. As horny as some boys are at this age, these are the thoughts of someone much older than that.
She was the kind of big he hadn’t known he liked until this very moment. Curves for days. Lush hips and a spectacular rack—he could tell, even though she had them way too covered up under the blue and red Boston Glenn uniform jacket. Quite a few BG girls had introduced themselves to him already, and most of them had tugged down their red uniform ties and unbuttoned their shirts to show him some skin. But this girl wore her blouse buttoned all the way up, with the knot of her tie squeezed so tight under her collar, he wondered if it was choking her.
His hands itched to reach out and tug the tie down. To let that perfect braid loose, too. Then haul her to him and kiss that disapproving frown off her mouth. Would her plump lips taste as good as they looked?
He couldn’t risk letting himself look at her again. Popping a tent in his slacks while dangling a guy in the air just wasn’t a good look.So he is showing himself as a bully already.
Quote 4Again he is 15/16.
He wanted to look at her. Fuck, did he want to look at her. Devour her with his eyes and try to figure out how to get her to spread her legs.
Quote 5Yet again, they are 15/16. My issue isn't that similar thoughts don't appear in the heads of teenagers... but how they are said, and this is just not authentic sounding, and was it really necessary to put something like this in the mouth of such a young character in this particular story? Plus, the slur is not to my recall, ever challenged on page. P**i is a slur, a play on the name of the country Pakistan and is used here in the UK against all people of South Asian descent which has connotations similar to N****r in the US. I was honestly shocked to see in in the pages of a book written by someone other than a British person as I didn't think it was a term used outside of our borders.
“Who was that?” Keane asked, when Con fell in beside him.
“The Paki or the fat girl?” Con asked. Technically his name was Chris, but he was one of three guys on the team from Wisconsin, so they all called him Con, and the other two Wis and Sin.
“The fat girl,” Keane answered.
“That’s Lena Kumar. She’s black, but her dad’s a Paki, too…or an Indian—I can never tell which is which. But they’re not rich like the other Indian kids. Both of them are here on scholarships.”
“They fucking?”
Quote 6Is this what all the high school bully 'romances' are like? It's ok he's a total trainee psycho because he's a hottie???
His words paused Lena’s argument. Vihaan was right. The boy who slammed her best friend against the lockers sure didn’t look like any of the bullies she’d seen in action back when she met Vihaan at Dorchester Middle.
This bully wasn’t bulky and beefy, but cut and broad shouldered in a way that made his uniform strain against his flexed back. His eyes hadn’t been set in a perma-glare like the world owed him something for giving him a too big body and too big emotions at the same time. And he also hadn’t been poorly groomed.
No, he’d struck her as handsome, actually. Even when he had Vihaan pinned against the lockers. Clean cut and sharp jawed, with hair that somehow managed to look soft and perfectly gelled at the same time. For a moment she’d gotten lost in that profile. If he looked this good from the side, what he would look like from the front?
She’s soon found out when he’d shifted his violent gaze from Vihaan to her.
Had she thought him handsome? Upgrade that to hot. Insanely hot. Forget his muscular body, or the fact that he stood so tall, she barely reached his shoulder. His face alone made his school uniform look like something being modeled in a catalog for rich people who only liked to look at beautiful things. He was so hot he sucked all the oxygen out of the air and made it hard to breathe. To see even.
She had been pretty sure there was still a school and a hallway jam-packed with rich kids doing exactly nothing to help Vihaan. But for moments on end, all she could do was fall into his intense green eyes.
Quote 7I shouldn't need explain to anyone why this is so Problematic (capitalised on purpose). In so many ways.
“Don’t pout,” Vihaan said, when they reached the three decker where he lived in a third floor apartment with his mother and brother. “Besides Keane is so hot, I find myself wishing I could afford to board at Boston Glenn, so that he might find me in the shower and assault me. In fact, I think I will fantasize about this tonight.”
Quote 8So he's just going to leave his 15/16 year old to the mercy of gangbangers???
“I don’t have too much homework today,” she said, changing the subject. “You should go upstairs and take a nap.”
Even when she had a lot of homework, Lena never admitted that she did. What she’d referred to as a nap was technically the only sleep her father got on weekday school nights, since he refused to hire an assistant clerk with money that would be better invested in her college fund.
He must have been tired, because he didn’t give any protest. Instead he tapped a finger on a thick envelope and said, “The Irish will be by tonight. This is for them.”
Lena simply nodded, though the sight of the envelope filled her with disgust. This was another reason she didn’t love Southies. Her father had been paying bogus protection money to them since he saved up enough to buy the original owner out of the store.
Quote 9His cock instantly turned to concrete.Again, 15/16 years old.
He’d been right about her. She had been hiding a fantastic pair of tits under that uniform. But now she stuck them out and said, “I’m here to see what I can do to make you leave my boyfriend alone.”
“That right?” Keane asked, his voice low as his dick pulsed, panting for a taste.
Normally he had a policy about messing with other guy’s girlfriends. It was a hockey thing. Don’t shit where you skate and all that. Bros before hos who could ruin your team’s chance at a championship.
But Band Nerd wasn’t on his team, Keane reminded himself. Also, he didn’t deserve a set of tits like the ones Lena was shoving in his face. Probably didn’t even know what to do with them.
Quote 10Firstly, he is being paid off by the friend of the person he had begun a bully campaign on, ie no detrimental consequences and he still gets the money. Secondly, yet again I find it disturbing that a 15/16-year-old is written to be talking about "a monthly rotation of easy pussy".
Keane picked the envelope up and read:
Dear Keane (sp?),
It has come to our attention that your Boston Glenn Scholarship does not cover your lunch money needs. In the spirit of helping, here is the first of five dollars that will be delivered every weekday, so that you may enjoy your mid-afternoon meal without impeding the lunch time needs of others.
All our best,
Scholarship Kids Helping Other Scholarship Kids
Keane read the words on the front of the envelope, then looked inside. Sure enough, there was a five-dollar bill.
He’d noted all the “our” this and “our” that, but he knew exactly who had left this envelope for him. And a slow grin spread across his face as he went from simply wanting to bang the girl with the big tits to actually starting to like her. Sending a note like this to a guy like him required major balls, and he had to give her respect. Not just the mental kind, either.
From that day forth, he never messed with Band Nerd again. And even though he put himself on a monthly rotation of easy pussy after a week of not seeing her in the hallway, he continued thinking (and occasionally dreaming) about the girl who left an envelope with a five-dollar bill in his locker every school day.
End of Prologue. So literally, all this is JUST the Prologue.
All in all, these bully 'romances' are absolutely not for me. And even at the end, the supposed HEA Lena ended up apologising to Keane the one who bullied her, for certain things that I felt it unwarranted. But then I also don't buy a 'romance' between these characters either so there is that...