Kieran Hunter:
High school reunions? Yeah, they're about as enjoyable as a root canal. This one's no exception. Flashbacks of those bullies, those epic wedgies, they all flood back as I step into this vortex of nostalgia-gone-wrong. Look at them now, the once-mighty jocks and cheerleaders turned into potato sacks with legs. Schadenfreude much? Don't mind me, I'm just here for the booze.
Speaking of booze, I spin around, and kaboom! There's Blake Byrne, looking as sinful as ever. Those blue eyes, the tattoos that make you wanna commit a crime just to get a closer look, and don't even get me started on that lip piercing. I mean, come on! But no, hold up. Not falling into that trap again. Blake and I? Yeah, that's a rollercoaster I've no intention of riding.
He humiliated me in a field full of his friends because he was too deep in the closet to come out. Blake, Mr. Popular, decided to make me his personal punching bag just to keep his closet door locked tight.
Nope. Not this time. This time things will be different.
I'm not sticking around for long, just a few days. And those days? Oh, they're dedicated to one thing and one thing only: Blake's sweet taste of payback. Revenge is a dish best-served cold.
Good thing my heart's already turned into a freezer.
Warning: This is MM sports second chance 20k novella romance, light romance, fun reads, bully romance with mature themes.
