Stud in the Stacks (Girl Band #2)

by Pippa Grant

I’ve read ninety-two fake fiancée books, which I can say with absolute certainty because I consulted my Goodreads shelves to make sure. Favorite sexy fake fiancée read? Lauren Blakely’s Big Rock. Favorite fake fiancée heroine? Kimmie in Jamie Farrell’s Sugared. Sweetest? Rachel Harris’s Seven Day Fiancé.

She’s mine. She might not know it yet, but she’s mine.

Just pure affection. A mental I knew you had it in you, beautiful girl. You’re strong. You’re smart. No one can ever take that away.

“No, but failing at one thing doesn’t mean you didn’t do a good job. It means you failed one thing. You learn from it,

“There’s something wrong with all of us. I just happen to know what’s wrong with me, and I know there’s not a quick fix.” He rakes his hands through his hair. “That doesn’t mean we can’t work this out. Parker, you—you’re funny, and you’re smart, and you’re so fucking strong, so fucking beautiful, and I’m not letting you go so you can find some idiot who doesn’t appreciate every single molecule of your very essence.”

I pull out my phone and search the chords, because it’s been months since we’ve “MMMBop”-ed it in public. As a band, I mean. Sia and Chase “MMMBop” in public all the time,

YEP MADE MY WEEK

And no man has ever looked at me with the kind of conviction radiating out of Knox.

“Parker, you’re under my skin. You’re in my bones. You’re here.” He touches his chest over his heart. “No one—no one—has ever gotten me the way you do. I want you to push me. I want you to make me a better man.