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This is a book of fluff. We need fluff; it’s the insulation from the harsh world around us. Don’t let anyone make you feel ashamed for reading fluffy romances.
For all the readers who think you aren’t loveable. I know you’ve hidden yourself away, you protected that spark deep inside your heart, the one that burns with the light of your true self. It’s time to let that spark ignite. The real you is exactly what the world needs.
“Unbelievable,” Flynn muttered. “Cockblocked by a donkey. What do you even call that? Donkblocked?”
“Just so we’re clear,” he murmured against my ear, “I’m not giving up that easily. Not even for a jealous donkey.”
His mouth was impossibly soft yet firm, tentative at first and then more certain. My first kiss.
“Tempest,” Flynn murmured, his voice lower than I’d ever heard it. “Look at me.”
can’t tell you how goddamned turned on I am to know I’m the only man who ever gets to have this with you.” Flynn pressed his forehead against mine. “I want so fucking much to get to be the only man who gets to do a lot more firsts with you.”
“Honey, men like Flynn Kingman don’t do ‘nice’ kisses. They do earth-shattering, life-altering, panty-melting kisses.”
“Then I volunteer as tribute. Use me and my body for all your research purposes.”
“The world’s a stage, querida, and we are all merely actors, every one of us. Of course we have faked it a time or two.”
