Pucked (Pucked, #1)

by Helena Hunting

“You can’t vote people out of a book club.” “Says who? I was happy reading mindless smut. I’m buying the CliffsNotes.”

Cockblockers are everywhere tonight, thwarting my attempts at poor decision making.

Coach makes a good point. If anyone touched Sunny, I’d rip his dick off and shove it down his throat with a ball-sac chaser.

Chaser 😂

I’m glad your beaver made a full recovery. ~Alex

“Suit yourself.” He separates a hunk of cake from the thick piece. It’s dense, dripping with chocolate syrup. His eyes drift close, and he makes a low sound in his throat. It’s almost a growl. “If yours is heaven, then this is a mouth-gasm.”

Alex hulks out again, taking a protective stance in front of me. “She’s not an escort; she’s my girlfriend!” he roars. Literally, he roars. It’s loud and guttural. It makes my ears hurt since he’s so close.