Romancing the Bouncer

By J.D. Walker

Bennett "Ben" Pachowski is a bouncer at Throwbacks. He likes his job, though he gets tired of being thought of as more brawn than brain. He loves books, prefers to be romanced before sleeping with a man, and has a crazy feline companion named Bessie.

Ben's favorite band, Rebel's Ultimatum, plays at the club on weekends, giving him an eyeful of sexy bass player, Monty Mabuse. Ben is content to flirt -- nothing more. He knows the kind of person Monty is, and commitment is not something the bass player is interested in.

When Monty resorts to something devious to get what he wants, it backfires, and Ben walks away. Before he goes on tour with his band, Monty finally gets Ben to talk to him, but if Monty really wants to have something serious with Ben, he’ll have to change his ways.

A little romance could go a long way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: May 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781634860918

J.D. Walker

J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, and lover of all things knit and crochet. For more information, visit lifebyjo.com/jdwalker.

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Romancing the Bouncer

By J.D. Walker

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2016 J.D. Walker

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Because Ben needed a story.

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Romancing the Bouncer

By J.D. Walker

I worked as a bouncer at Throwbacks. Most nights were uneventful, which was a good thing. Wei Pearce—my boss—ran a smooth operation and didn’t tolerate stupidity. Neither did I, for that matter.

I liked it when there was nothing much to do except watch people enjoying themselves, collect money at the door, and listen to the bands that performed there. As I scanned the crowd, Sandy, one of the bartenders, caught my eye and waved me over from her spot behind the bar.

I gestured to Dawson—the other bouncer on duty—to come take my spot for a minute. Once he did, I headed over to see what was up.

Sandy kept it brief. Boss needs you. Sounded urgent.

Got it. I quickly made my way to the back of the club.

When I arrived at his office, the door was open and a familiar man was on the floor, whining about his broken, bloody nose. It was Pearce’s ex-boyfriend, Merrill. He must have slipped in when I’d stepped away from the front door for a bathroom break earlier. Dawson was fairly new to the place and wouldn’t have recognized him.

Get rid of him, Ben, Pearce ordered, a look of disgust on his face.

Sure thing, boss. I grabbed the man from the floor and hauled him away, none too gently. I passed the only other occupant in the room—John DeWitt, who was a regular at the club—on my way out.

Merrill struggled in my arms, so I held him tighter as I dragged him along. That’s enough out of you, I muttered.

Wei, come on, Merrill pleaded, still trying to free himself as I moved us down the narrow hallway. You can’t mean to— Pearce shut the door on his whining. Good man.

You’re a fucking idiot, you know that? I said as I hauled him out the back door of the club and shoved him onto the sidewalk. You ever come back here? I’ll break your legs. I put enough menace in my tone to get his attention.

The look of fear on Merrill’s face told me he understood. I watched him scamper off before shutting the door behind me. As I walked toward the front of the club, I heard raised voices in Pearce’s office as I passed by. Sounded like he and John were going at it, and