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

by Amy Award

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.

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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.

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

My favorite kind 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

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 grinned, coming up behind her. “Looks like fate wants us to spend more time together.”

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

“It means... uh... football players are great study partners.” Liar. She’d just announced to half the party that I had an incredible ass but no... guts.

My Tempest was in a league of her own. And with her, I was playing in the pee-wees. But if there was one thing I knew how to do, it was up my game. Come class next week, I was going to be on the varsity get-the-girl team.