The Wiener Across the Way (The Cocky Kingmans, #2)

by Amy Award

Kelsey and her thick hips, thighs, and her ass were beyond delicious. God, she was exactly my fucking type.

Would really love to be someone's type in real life. Writers should not write gorgeous amazing men. Hope gets lifted, only to fall badly.

Not that I would ever complain. I was lucky and privileged and got to make music for a living instead of working at a desk, or in a restaurant, or any other number of jobs that real people did every day and probably worked a hell of a lot harder than I did.

It is unfair that we, as women, have to regulate our anger. We have to think about other things that we are grateful for. I just hate to see characters who can get angry but would have to think about other people. Ugh. I do it too.

Which I never wore around any of the other men I dated.

When did this become universal? Like, we have to be considerate around shorter men? Think about their feelings? Stroke their ego?

plot straight out of some cheesy romantic comedy, not my life.

Hahahaha...is this kind of the book version of breaking the fourth wall?

Jake looked back, a mix of emotions on his face. “You’re a lucky guy,” he said to me, his voice lacking its earlier bravado. “Take care of her.”

What? This seem a little out of place.