Kiss My Pucking Bass

KISS MY PUCKING BASS SHERIDAN ANNE Copyright Sheridan Anne Kiss My Pucking Bass - Kings of Denver (Book 3) Copyright © 2023 Sheridan Anne All rights reserved First Published in 2023 Anne, Sheridan Kings of Denver (Book 3) Kiss My Pucking Bass 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. XANDER 2. CHARLI 3. XANDER 4. CHARLI 5. XANDER 6. CHARLI 7. XANDER 8. XANDER 9. CHARLI 10. CHARLI 11. XANDER 12. CHARLI 13. XANDER 14. XANDER 15. CHARLI 16. XANDER 17. CHARLI 18. XANDER 19. CHARLI 20. XANDER 21. CHARLI 22. XANDER 23. CHARLI 24. XANDER 25. CHARLI 26. XANDER EPILOGUE Thanks for reading! WHERE TO NEXT? STALK ME! OTHER SERIES BY SHERIDAN ANNE INTRODUCTION CHARLI My life has been a mess since the day my father died. I was beaten and abused until I found the courage to run. I ran until I couldn’t take another step, collapsing at the door of Micky’s Bar. I was a broken shell, ready to give in. Until a sexy, broody hockey player decided to save me. XANDER She’s like nothing I’ve ever seen with those blue eyes and dark hair. Captivating and sexy and hell—I’m going to make her mine. Only, a good girl like that shouldn’t be messing around with a guy like me. I’m the black sheep. My life is dangerous, unpredictable, and wild. She needs to stay away. But what if she’s not the good girl I believe her to be? Kiss My Pucking Bass is a New Adult, College Sports Romance with a HEA. CONTENT WARNING: Detailed sexual content, violence, drug abuse, stalking, and heavy coarse language. ** Kiss My Pucking Bass starts at the same point in time as In Your Pucking Dreams (Jaxon and Cassie’s story) There are occasional scenes within the two books that work hand-in-hand. DISCLAIMER Kiss My Pucking Bass was previously published as Xander - Kings of Denver (Book 3) 2018-2022. The content of Kiss My Pucking Bass 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 XANDER Ten Years Earlier My brows furrow as my father pulls into a parking space and cuts the engine outside Big Rex Gym. “What are we doing here?” I ask, watching as he gets out of the car. Dad doesn’t bother glancing back at me as he throws his orders over his shoulder. “Grab your training bag,” he mutters, the loud slam of his door making me jump. Reaching into the back and doing as I’m told, I haul my training bag off the seat before rushing out of the car and scrambling to catch up with him. It doesn’t pay to be tardy with my father. We walk in silence as he leads me toward the gym, every step confusing me further. I have no idea why we’re here. Aren’t gyms for adults who want to lose weight or turn themselves into big muscle men? It’s possible my dad had the sudden urge for a workout, but he wouldn’t have brought me along for that. And he could have just used our home gym. It doesn’t make sense. Reaching the door, Dad pulls it open and ushers me inside before striding through and letting it fall shut behind us. As we head deeper inside the gym, I take a good look around. The place is packed with men and women working their butts off, sweat drenching their clothes as grunts and groans fill the room, and I can guarantee there are no other kids in here. Just me. I take in the sights. Women on treadmills jogging with their earphones in. Big, bulky men lifting heavy weights with strange belts locked tightly around their waists. A couple of different studios are in the middle of hosting classes, and another class is taking a break. The place is awesome, but it’s no place for me. An older man with bulging muscles approaches my father, his sharp gaze sailing over me with suspicion, and I do my best to stand up straight and pay attention. After all, I wouldn’t want to make my father look bad. That never ends well. “You must be Byron?” the man asks, sticking his hand out for my father to shake. “Indeed, I am,” my father responds with a curt nod, sparing me a small glance before turning back to the man. “Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice.” “No problem at all. My name’s Rex,” he says, his gaze falling to me. “You must be Xander?” My gaze narrows suspiciously. How does he know who I am? My brows furrow, and feeling the sharp, disapproving stare from my father, I straighten myself out, positive my delayed response has just earned me a one-way ticket to the back of his hand. “Yes, sir. I’m Xander.” “Good,”