Cocky Roomie: A Bad Boy Romance Novel (Cocker Brothers of Atlanta Book 1)

COCKY ROOMIE

A BAD BOY ROMANCE

FALEENA HOPKINS

HOP HOP PUBLICATIONS

Contents

Copyright

Cocky Roomie

Dedication

1.
Drew

2.
Drew

3.
Jake

4.
Drew

5.
Jake

6.
Drew

7.
Jake

8.
Drew

9.
Jake

10.
Drew

11.
Jake

12.
Drew

13.
Jake

14.
Drew

15.
Jake

16.
Drew

17.
Jake

18.
Drew

19.
Drew

20.
Jake

21.
Drew

22.
Jett Cocker

23.
Jake

24.
Drew

25.
Jake

26.
Drew

27.
Drew

28.
Drew

29.
Jake

30.
Drew

31.
Jake

32.
Four years later

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About the Author

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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D
REW: This “Roommate Wanted” ad is incredibly rude, cocky and obnoxious. But at least it’s honest. Unlike my soon to be ex-husband Edward, the bastard. But when Jake Cocker opens the door wearin’ only a towel and a smile (eight years younger than me and hotter than hell in August) I decide this is a very bad idea. But what am I supposed to do, leave Atlanta and give up?

JAKE: With our dad being a congressman, and us coming from old-money, women throw themselves at me and my brothers. But Drew Charles is from a small Georgia town and doesn’t know about us. I only rented to her out of pity, because I hate to see a woman cry. Then I braced myself for a nightmare… but she just hides in her room, studying. Why has that given her the starring role in all of my fantasies? And how can I convince her to make them real?

For those who are letting age get in the way of love.

DREW

W
ANTED: Roommate. Two-bdrm, one-bath in Old Fourth Ward near the Beltline. Yeah, this is the coolest neighborhood in Atlanta but no douche-bags allowed. And no hipsters pretending they’re loners who are really clingy, needy, insecure fuckers, allowed. No starving-artists who think money’s evil allowed. It’s not evil. Stop pretending you don’t want it.

Must pay your fucking bills on time.

Must fill the shoes of my younger brother.

Good luck with that. He just enlisted in the Marines and is gonna be a hero. Not many like him and I doubt you’re one of the few.

If this didn’t scare you off, write me, but I’m not promising anything.

I don’t need a roommate. I just want one.