The C*ck Down the Block (The Cocky Kingmans, #1)

by Amy Award

“Luke,” Trixie shouted, “use the force you dumb rooster, use the force.”

He squirmed his way out of my arms and did his very cocky walk toward the coop where his girls were waiting for him. Princess Laya, Chew-bock-bock, and Kylo Hen came running over to welcome home their man candy.

I’d been warned when I added Luke to our flock that I’d have to be sure to gather the eggs every day so we didn’t get a bunch of fertilized eggs, but, while he was fiercely protective of the girls, as far as I could tell, he was still a virgin chicken. He didn’t question my decision not to have sex, so I wasn’t going to question his.