Don't You Pucking Dare (Kings Of Denver Book 4)

DON'T YOU PUCKING DARE SHERIDAN ANNE Copyright Sheridan Anne Don’t You Pucking Dare - Kings of Denver (Book 4) Copyright © 2023 Sheridan Anne All rights reserved First Published in 2023 Anne, Sheridan Kings of Denver (Book 4) Don’t You Pucking Dare This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior permission in writing of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of the binding or cover other than in which it is published, and without a similar condition, including this condition, being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. Cover Design: Sheridan Anne Editing: Fox Proof Edits Formatting: Sheridan Anne Beta: Holly Swain-Harvey & Kat Uluave Contents INTRODUCTION DISCLAIMER Join me online with the rest of the stalkers!! PROLOGUE 1. SOPHIE 2. TANK 3. SOPHIE 4. TANK 5. SOPHIE 6. TANK 7. SOPHIE 8. SOPHIE 9. TANK 10. SOPHIE 11. TANK 12. SOPHIE 13. TANK 14. SOPHIE 15. TANK 16. SOPHIE 17. TANK 18. SOPHIE 19. TANK 20. SOPHIE 21. TANK 22. SOPHIE EPILOGUE Thanks for reading! STALK ME! OTHER SERIES BY SHERIDAN ANNE INTRODUCTION SOPHIE He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Ruggedly handsome, sexy, and dynamite in bed. He’s my husband and NHL God, and now, I’m having his baby. Nothing can change how I feel about him. Nothing could tear him away. TANK She’s the love of my life and the mother of my unborn child. I’m one hell of a lucky bastard, the world in the palm of my hand. If only she had listened. Things would never have changed. We would have had it all. Don’t You Pucking Dare is a New Adult, College Sports Romance with a HEA. CONTENT WARNING: Detailed sexual content, loss of mid-term pregnancy, extreme violence against women, heavy grief of child loss, stalking, and heavy coarse language. DISCLAIMER Don’t You Pucking Dare was previously published as Tank - Kings of Denver (Book 4) 2018-2022. The content of Don’t You Pucking Dare remains the same with new edits and tightening up of each chapter. The story within has not changed. Simply received a facelift plus new interior formatting, title, and cover. Join me online with the rest of the stalkers!! www.facebook.com/SheridansBookishBabes For more information on the Empire series and all of my other work, join my Facebook group - Sheridan’s Bookish Babes. Here we talk shit, perv on sexy men, and try to forget that sometimes, the world is a shitty place. :) Come on, hit join! I know you want to! See you there! PROLOGUE SOPHIE 4 Months Earlier My eyes spring open into the early morning haze, my stomach clenching with unease. “Ahhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkk,” I groan, throwing the blankets back and scrambling out of bed butt naked, no time to find any clothes. I clamp my hand over my mouth, terror rocking through my veins. My feet slam against the carpet as I race to the bathroom. I’m not gonna make it. I’m not gonna make it. “Babe,” Tank grunts behind me, as I hear the familiar sound of the big guy throwing himself out of bed. “What’s wrong?” If I stop to reply, I'll end up blowing chunks all through our bedroom, and despite this man being my husband and the love of my life, there are some things a woman simply must keep to herself. Instead, I race through to the bathroom, the tiles cold under my feet as I slam the door between us, the loud thud echoing through the silence. Knowing my big caveman is bound to attempt to follow, I hastily lock the door behind me, my fingers scrambling over the little button and wasting precious seconds I simply don’t have. Confident I’m free to hurl in peace, I take the final steps to the toilet and drop to my knees, hastily gripping the toilet seat and pulling it up. Finally, I hang my head over the rim just in time to violently throw up, emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet. “Babe?” Tank rushes out, looming over me as he rushes in to grab my hair, pulling it away from my face. Horror blasts through me, realizing I mustn't have locked the door properly. “Get out,” I cry, trying to shove him away. This man has seen me at my highest highs and every one of my lowest lows, but this is where I draw the line. Tank scoffs, completely disregarding my need for privacy as he manages to get the hairband off my wrist. He wrangles my hair up into a messy bun, then once he’s certain it’s not going to fall out, he gets up and finds a washcloth. I hear the water running and within seconds, Tank is right back at my side, handing me the wet washcloth while I rest my forehead against the cold porcelain of the toilet. After two more chunk-blowing episodes, I’m finally able to get up off the bathroom floor, and without hesitation, I fall straight into Tank’s big arms. He wraps me in his embrace, one hand gently holding the back of my head against his chest as his other snakes around my body, claiming as much of my body as possible. “Feeling better?” he murmurs as I listen to the heavy thumping of his heartbeat through his chest, my eyes closing, already completely exhausted with the day and it’s not even 7 a.m. Closing my eyes, I take a few calming breaths, and as my stomach finally begins to settle, I nod against his wide chest. “Yeah, actually. Heaps better,” I tell him, feeling a newfound energy pulsing through my veins. Tank drops a soft kiss to the top of my head and releases me as I step out of his warm