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Titania: Methought I was enamour’d of an ass. – A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 4, scene 1
Oh, ho. Not only was this book a romance novel, it was a really fucking dirty one.
tiene un trasero que no para’
has a butt that doesn't stop
“She claims they’re feminist literature disguised as smut. Her words, not mine.”
“el chico guapo con el burro.”
the handsome boy with the donkey.
“We love you too, Tempestina. Now go watch your boy run around in his tight pants.”
Hope you’ve got rope skill, dude.” Flynn waggled his eyebrows at me and smiled wickedly. “I’ve got skills with ropes you haven’t even seen.” Oh. My. Gawd. Parker leaned over and whispered, “It’s like he’s right out of a certain romance novel, isn’t it?”
“I’m going to worship every inch of your body, my queen.”
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.”
“Be a good girl and come hard on my cock.” She moaned and I knew I was on the right track. Just a little more. “Come for me, Tempest. Give me that orgasm. It’s mine now, you’re mine now.”
“This is not the end. It is merely the beginning of a new chapter, yes? And who knows better how to write those than you?”
“Courage isn’t the absence of fear. It’s action in the face of it. And you, mi amor, have more courage than you know.”
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.”
“Representation matters and you have made so many people feel seen, even as you have hidden.”
“Love is not about someone rescuing you, mi amor. It’s about having someone who stands beside you when you rescue yourself.”
“Does he know about the scene in book two chapter seventeen? Because if he hasn’t tried that move yet—” “FREDDIE!” Tempest and Ophelia shouted in unison. “What?” Freddie asked innocently. “I’m just saying, art should inspire life, you know?” Oh, we were getting a copy of book two on the way home. That was for sure.
“But son, life isn’t safe. That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to live it to the fullest. If I’d played life safe all the time, I’d be the guy who sits in an office eighty hours a week. I certainly wouldn’t have met your mother, wouldn’t have all you kids, wouldn’t have loved at all.”
But if you limit your life to what feels safe, you’ll miss out on the greatest joys it has to offer.”
“You might. That’s life. But I promise you, as someone who’s been through the worst of it, the regret of playing it safe is far more painful than the grief of having loved fully.”
“LA is waiting for you, son. So is the rest of your life. Don’t let fear of what might happen keep you from everything that could be.”
“I love you, Tempest Navarro. And whatever happens next, wherever I end up playing, that doesn’t change.”
