The Bad Boy's RewardUpdated at Aug 17, 2024, 22:00
He's the small-town bad boy. She's the sheriff's daughter. Forbidden from being together, driven by their misconceptions of one another these two aren't exactly happy when their paths cross, but what happens when those misconceptions fade and they get a glimpse of who the other really is?
Juniper McDaniels, better known as June, has lived her entire life, shunned from her peers due to her father's position as a Sheriff. No one wants to hangout with the girl whose father could throw them in jail. At the first party she's allowed to attend before starting her summer prior to college, she saves a life. Not just anyone's life, but bad boy Jake Jacobson, better known as JJ, the guy her father tells her to stay away from. Suddenly June's social life takes a turn, blossoming as she gets to know JJ's best friends, and eventually even the bad boy himself. Can these two deny their attractions for one another or will they fall into the temptation of the forbidden fruit?
Enjoy this small town spicy summer romance between two enemies turned lovers, where the bad boy tries not to fall for the sheriff’s daughter.
Not suitable for those under the age of 18.
Excerpt:
"Tell me, June Bug," he said, taunting me by using my dad's nickname in a not-so-pleasant way. "What was that earlier?"
I knew what he was asking about, but I didn't have an answer for him. At least not one I wanted to share. Instead, I acted stupid and pretended I had no idea what he was referring to.
"What was what?"
"That kiss, Princess." His finger twirled a strand of my hair as he asked, playing with it.
Swatting his hand away, I answered. "What about it? Was it more than you could handle?" Oh, God! Tell me I didn't say that.
JJ let out a laugh, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, Princess. That was nothing. I'll show you what would be too much to handle."
My heart stilled as the flutter of butterfly wings hit my stomach. Was he flirting with me, or just continuing his teasing? Why did he like to torment me? Did he hate me just because of who my father was? I shook my head, trying to get rid of the momentary shock.
"Who said I wanted you to show me anything?"
"It didn't seem like we were asking for permission. I don't remember being asked to be kissed earlier, or did I miss something?"
My cheeks flushed, traveling heat through my body and causing me to feel suddenly very self-conscious. He wasn't wrong. I hadn't asked when I voluntarily pressed my lips against his. He may not have pushed me away, but it wasn't like he had started it or even hinted at wanting me to kiss him. It was me who took full liberty of him without so much as a care for how he would feel about it. I had gone about proving a point in a not-so-good way.
"I am sorry. You're right." I sighed, looking at the beam of light that came out of my phone, illuminating the way.
"Don't apologize now. It's too late, Princess. You played with the devil and there's no going back." He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. His lips tickled my ear as he whispered the next part. "You're mine now."