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

by Amy Award

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.

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.”

“Enséñales cómo se dice ‘tiene el trasero increíble pero no tiene huevos.’”

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.”