Can't Get Enough (Skyland, #3)

by Kennedy Ryan

She is luminous with skin the color of rich cocoa. The flash of her pink tongue is delicately clenched between the boldness of a smile built from straight white teeth and absolute radiance. A cloud of coiling natural curls halos her striking face, the Afro dark and full and luxuriant. She’s tall, maybe matching Zere, but where Zere is slender, almost fragile, Hendrix has a homegrown thickness that is tight in some places and voluptuous in others. She is long lines and deep curves. Lush and ripe like summer fruit.

Love how She describe voluteurous woman

He’s cute, but I need swagger. This guy wouldn’t know what to do with all this. “What’s

I just stare right back, assessing him as much as he’s assessing me. Tit, meet tat.

LOL she so funny

“Oh, that.” I lift the glass to my lips, dismayed to find the orange peel is all that’s left of my Golden Cadillac. I could really use another. “How was that?” Flirty Bartender asks right on cue. Look at God. He may not come when you want Him, but He always comes on time.

LOL she is hilarious

“We are not magic,” she says. “We are resilient. It’s not a wand. It’s work. We work harder and shine brighter to survive. Excellence for us has been a matter of necessity. In a climate where less than half a percent of venture capital funding goes to Black women, women founders still perform sixty-three percent better than all-male founding teams in the first round. With those odds, we can’t leave our success to chance and we for sure can’t depend on magic.”

Aint that the truth

shape the world for good without bearing a child. It’s not about our wombs. It’s about our hearts and how we share them. That is bodily agency—me getting to decide what I do with my body in this life.”

Facts