The Jack*ss In Class (The Cocky Kingmans, #5)

by Amy Award

Me: Need help. Don’t ask questions. Parker: I’ve got the shovel and I know where we can stop to get columbines to plant over the body.

Parker is a G

Oh, ho. Not only was this book a romance novel, it was a really fucking dirty one.

She moved her finger to flip the virtual page, but her hand froze when I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Wait a second. I’m not done with that page yet.”

I’d always loved a good challenge. I ate impossible for breakfast. In fact... I was really good at eating a lot of things.

Loving her wasn’t scary. It was the easiest, most natural thing I’d ever done.

“My queen, I’m a D1 athlete about to go pro. I’ve been training my body my entire life. I’m not some breakable toy. If I’m not man enough to have my girl ride me like a cowgirl, I don’t know what I have all these muscles for.”

Romance novels are⁠—” “Joy,” Abuela interrupted firmly. “They are joy and hope and the promise that everyone deserves love. Even girls who look like us, who take up space, who have curves and opinions and don’t fit into little boxes.”

“Love is not about someone rescuing you, mi amor. It’s about having someone who stands beside you when you rescue yourself.”