You Had Me at Hola (Primas of Power, #1)

by Alexis Daria

“Um, hola.” Trying for a joke, he gestured at the half-empty cup in her hand. “Supongo que no te ibas a beber eso.”

After Hurricane Maria wreaked havoc on the island, the federal government’s absolute failure to provide resources and aid and unwillingness to treat the people of Puerto Rico as the American citizens they were by right of birth had prompted Ashton to move his family to Miami for a time.

Shit, she was experiencing the warning signs of a crush—the

She wanted to keep dancing. Or undress him with her teeth. Either one would be fine.

He wanted to touch her again, kiss her again. And damn it, he wanted to fuck her.

This is it, he thought. This is how I die.

He didn’t want it to end, but it was too good to last forever.

He wanted this. To come home to this woman, to be with her, to love her, and to let her love him back.

and a giant margarine tub full of their grandmother’s arroz con pollo.

Thank you for believing in me when I don’t always believe in myself.