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Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. ROLLER DERBY: A VERY BRIEF OVERVIEW
  48. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  49. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dude blinked a few times—processing Kat’s size and hotness, no doubt—then laughed and leaned forward, presenting his big shiny forehead to her. She rolled her eyes at me and wrote Buzzkill on his skin. “ ’Kay, BYE,” she said, and gave him a robust push toward the bar. When he was a couple of feet away, she aimed an air kick at his ass, which was extra impressive, given she was in skates.

She turned to me. “Hope you’re not pissed I stepped in. You looked like you had it under control—I just got sick of listening to his dumb ass.”

Normally I would be pissed, but Kat’s actions just reinforced what I already thought—she and I seemed cut from the same cloth. “No, it’s cool—I was sick of him too. Thanks.”

“You don’t back down, huh?”

“Not generally, no.”

“Nice,” she said, nodding.

“So, hon”—Bee’s face poked in between us—“what’s a girl gotta do to get on a team these days?” Then she elbowed me and continued without letting Kat respond, “In my day, we hadda go through all kinds of rigmarole to get on a team.”

Kat smiled at her with admiration and amusement. “Yeah, Nana, those were the days, huh?” She winked at me. “Well, we’re not half as tough as these two ladies,” she said, “but there is a process.” She looked me over like Yolanda had and seemed to appreciate my broad shoulders and wider hips, because she added, “You look like you could fit right in.”

I actually blushed. I was starting to feel like a total fangirl, which I didn’t love. But I also really needed to get in on this roller derby stuff. If I didn’t, I wasn’t sure whether I’d make it through the next few months—whether I could keep the shit in my chest at bay. Kat seemed like both someone who appreciated a good bruising and the right person to help me get what I needed. And I needed this—the contact, the competition, the chance to pull all the pain away from my chest and into my skin.

Chapter Eleven

The horn sounded to signal the second half, and Kat had to go. But before she did, she told me to stick around after the match and she’d give me some info.