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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)

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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 Mickey’s bar.

XANDER

She’s like nothing I’d ever seen with those blues 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.

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.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

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,” my father cuts in as he checks his watch. “Now that we’re all acquainted, he’s all yours. I’ll be back at seven to pick him up.”

What the . . .? Seven? That’s three hours away. I didn’t just get my first job, did I? Nah, couldn’t be that. My family is loaded and I’m only eleven. Surely there are rules against kids working, right? Don’t get me wrong, I’d love a job if it meant getting out of that house, but this doesn’t feel right.

I’m still lost in thought trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing here when Rex pulls me out of my head. “Right, you’re with me,” he says as he starts walking away, making me realize my father is already long gone.

Not sure what I’ve just gotten myself into, I scramble to catch up. I’m certain anything that happens here is going to get back to my father.

Rex strides through to a back office and I follow through his door, taking in my surroundings as I do so. He asks me to stand tall against his back wall and spread my arms out. I do as I’m asked, and he starts writing numbers down. It takes me a while to realize he’s taking my measurements. “Um, excuse me, sir?” I ask. “What am I doing here?”

He looks up with a strange thoughtfulness, something that I don’t tend to see from the other adults I’m usually surrounded by. “You don’t know?” he questions, making something within me want to like him.

“No, sir.”

He lets out a breath and astonishment flashes in his eyes. “First off, cut the sir bullshit,” he warns, leaning back in his seat and watching me closely. “The name’s Rex. Use it. Secondly, you’re here to train. You’ll be here every afternoon after school.”

“What?” My eyes bug out of my head, not impressed with this revelation in the slightest. But hell, I should have expected some kind of messed up move from my father. This is hardly surprising.

Rex shrugs his shoulders. “Apparently you’re some big ice hockey protégée and your father wants to ensure you stay that way.”

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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)

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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.

Don’t Your Pucking Dare is a New Adult, College Sports Romance with a HEA.

CONTENT WARNING: Detailed sexual content, violence, pregnancy loss, and heavy coarse language.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

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 arms and turn toward the vanity. My brows furrow, not understanding what the hell just happened. How strange to go from violently throwing up to feeling perfectly fine.

Stepping up to the vanity, I smirk at Tank’s attempt at putting my hair up. It’s an absolute mess, and if I was outside in nature, I’d have the birds confusing it for their nests. I appreciate it all the same though.

Pulling open the drawer, determined to brush my teeth and get my clammy ass through a shower, I start digging around for everything I need when my fingers brush across the small packet of tampons. My whole body tenses, something gnawing within me.

I start doing the math while shaking my head.

No, I couldn’t be . . . Could I?

“Babe?” Tank questions, sensing my alarm. He steps right up behind me, taking my hips as he stares at me through the bathroom mirror, his eyes wide. “What’s wrong?”

“I, umm . . .” I swallow hard before locking my gaze on his through the mirror, knowing damn well he’s not going to like this. But there’s only one way to know for sure, and I’m not about to do that with him gaping at me. “I’m gonna need you to get out.”

“What?” he breathes, gripping onto my hips tighter. I know exactly what’s coming next.

Turning into him, I shove my hand against his chest and shove him back toward the door. “Two minutes,” I tell him as he gapes down at me, not even budging a little.

“Babe,” he mutters. “What the fuck is going on? Is something wrong?”

I shake my head. “Everything’s fine. I just need two minutes,” I tell him. Then using all my strength, I push and prod at him until I can finally get the door shut between us. But let’s be real, the man is an absolute monster. If he really wanted to stay and find out what’s on my mind, he could have done it easily. Hell, he could overpower me just by breathing in my direction, which tells me that he’s giving me this moment of privacy. I couldn’t be more grateful.

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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)

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CASSIE

I made the worst decision of my life when I left Denver three years ago.

I broke his heart. I broke my family’s hearts. And then I broke my own.

It’s taken three long years, but here I am staring my past in the face.

Only everything has changed.

He isn’t the boy I once knew. He’s the Captain of the Denver Dragons.

No longer a boy, but a man—a man who has a reputation made by his many achievements in the bedroom.

I know I should stay away, but fate was written in the stars when it comes to Jaxon Payne.

JAXON

I’m up for the best senior year known to man.

I’m the king of campus. The captain of the ice hockey team with endless amounts of chicks at my disposal. I worked hard not to have a damn string hold me down.

Until my past comes back to haunt me

Why, might you ask?

Because she’s back.

In Your Pucking Dreams is a New Adult, College Sports Romance with a HEA.

CONTENT WARNING: Detailed sexual content, sexual assault, stalking, body mutilation, and heavy coarse language.

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PROLOGUE

CASSIE

THREE YEARS EARLIER

Jaxon climbs through my window, the smell of his perfect cologne filling my room with the soft night breeze. I cringe, not wanting him to see my face. The man knows me better than I know myself. He would sense something’s wrong. He just knows . . . he’s always known.

Closing my eyes, I pretend to be asleep, listening as he undresses. I hear him lose his shirt, dumping it on the couch before I hear his belt buckle clank heavily to the ground. The sound of his zipper follows before he steps out of his jeans.

He pulls the blanket back, allowing the cool air to brush my skin before sliding in behind me. His strong arms curl around me, pulling me into the safety of his body, right where I’ve always belonged. He’s just gotten back from hockey training and most likely had to sit in a cold car on the way home after his parents refused to fix his heating. I’m sure one of my brothers could do it for him if only he stopped being so stubborn and just asked.

“Love you,” Jaxon murmurs as he presses a soft kiss to my neck and nuzzles in.

I don’t dare say it back for fear of breaking.

My body betrays me as I snuggle deeper into his hold, and I stay there all night. I’m wrapped in his loving arms, listening to the soft, rhythmic sound of his heart, knowing that what I’m about to do is going to tear him to shreds. That knowledge on its own is nearly enough to kill me, and I hate myself for what I’m about to put him through.

It’s a little after four in the morning, and I haven’t slept a wink. My eyes are red and raw from the constant flow of tears I’ve spilled throughout the night. Discreetly lifting his arm, I slide out from under him, being as quiet as possible to not wake him. I go to the bathroom and get dressed before quietly pulling my pre-packed suitcase out from under my bed, holding back the violent sobs threatening to tear free from my chest.

Why does this have to be so hard?

Walking over to him and glancing down at the man who holds my heart, I gently press a kiss to his temple, breaking my own damn heart in the process. “I’m sorry,” I whisper into the night, fearing I might wake him as I hastily wipe my face. “I love you so damn much.”

The knowledge that this will be the last time I’ll ever whisper those precious words to him tears me apart, and I let out one last shaky breath before tearing my gaze away from his sleeping body. Taking the handle of my suitcase, I walk out the door before I convince myself to stay. Within moments, I’m out of the home I grew up in and rushing down the long driveway, sobbing so fiercely that breathing is damn near impossible.

This is the right thing to do.

I repeat my mantra over and over again. I need to get away and discover myself. Be happy and confident in my own skin. I’ll come back and visit my family every chance I get, but I have to do this for me. It’s gonna be fine. It has to be fine. They’ll understand.

This is the right thing to do.

Opening the big metal gates, I find my Uber ready and waiting to help me start my new life. The driver gets out and cringes as he takes me in, but chooses not to mention the tears streaming down my face. He takes my suitcase and loads it in the back before opening the door for me.

“Rough night?” he asks.

With a sigh, I let out a shaky breath and pull myself together as I look back at the home that once held my whole world. “Something like that,” I tell him, struggling to get the words past the lump in my throat. And with that, I slide into the backseat, hoping to God I’m doing the right thing.

An hour later, I stand at the gate with my boarding pass in my shaking hand. “Miss,” the lady at the gate says, trying to get my attention for the third time. I turn my head, and seeing my tear-stained cheeks, she gives me a pitying smile. “This is the last call for this flight. If you’re not ready, there’s another one leaving at nine. Just visit the help desk and they can transfer your ticket.”

Shit. It’ll be too late by then. It’s now or never.

“No,” I say with a shake of my head as I hand her my pass, plastering a fake smile across my face. “I’m ready. I’m coming.”

With a tight smile, she takes my boarding pass and scans it before handing it back, unknowingly changing my entire life with that one action.

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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)

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DANIELLE
What’s that saying? When life hands you lemons . . .

What if I don’t want to make lemonade? What if I want to pummel them into non-existence? Anything is better than admitting how desperately I want a taste of that sweet lemonade.

That’s exactly how I felt when my college assignment threw me in the direction of Miller Cain.

My body screams for him while my brain warns me to run for the hills.

He's the captain of the ice hockey team with a cocky reputation. He's a sweet talker and the bad boy promising me the ride of my life.

Miller Cain is bad for my health.

I just need to last one year without falling into his bed.

Should be easy, right?

MILLER
She came crashing into my world like a tornado.

Sexy as hell, an absolute firecracker with deadly green eyes.

I want her. In fact, I need her, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.

Not Your Pucking Girl is a New Adult, College Sports Romance with a HEA.

CONTENT WARNING: Detailed sexual content, sexual assault, heavy coarse language, fire, and death.

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PROLOGUE

Danielle

I stand at the crowded bar, scowling as the bartender skips past me for the third time. Damn him. Am I really not that noticeable? I know my tits could be a little bigger and my hair is on the wild side, but at least I have an ass to kill for. Well, an ass that this douchebag can’t actually see past the high bar he works behind. But if he could, I would’ve had my drinks fifteen minutes ago. Maybe I should get up on the bar and give it a shake. I’m sure that would get me service.

“Finally,” I murmur when his eyes land on me. I give him my show-stopping smile. “Two vodka sunrises, please,” I tell him, hoping he hears me over the impressive crowd. He nods and sets on his way to get my drinks. Once he’s returned, I hand over a twenty and drop the change into the tip jar. Not that he really deserves it tonight, but my momma raised me right.

I push my way through the throng of students who I assume are here to watch the championship ice hockey game for the famous Denver Dragons. The crowd roars around me, pushing me left and right, causing me to spill both drinks down my arms as I try to save myself from landing on my ass and making a fool of myself.

Just my luck.

I make it back to the table and place what’s left of our drinks down. “What took so long?” Sophie questions, leaning over the table to pick up her drink, “Ugh . . . gross. It’s sticky.”

“Shut it. You’re lucky you even got a drink. Have you seen how crowded this place is?” I ask, reaching under the table for my oversized purse and rummaging through until I find my trusty packet of wet wipes. One can never be too prepared.

Pulling out two wipes, I hand one to Sophie and get to work cleaning up the spilled juice dripping down the side of my arms and glass. I glance up from my task to find Sophie raising her drink to me. “Here’s to you, Dani girl—for finally dumping that sorry-ass boyfriend and agreeing to move in with me and Jared.”

I beam at her excitement and pick up my glass before clinking it against hers. We drink what’s left and get back to gossiping about her brother, Zac, and his latest conquest. Although nothing surprises me at this point. He’s possibly the biggest man-whore on earth. If I have to hear any hole’s a goal one more time from that big asshole, he and I are going to have problems.

The crowd of eager Dragons fans surrounding us begin to shout in outrage, and I take a moment to glance at the screen to see what all the fuss is about. Ahh . . . a fight has broken out, not only during the championship game but during the last few minutes.

Those morons. Why am I not surprised?

I squint at the small screen. Yep, just as I thought, the Dragons are behind by two points and are going to throw their hard work away just to prove to the world that their balls are so big they can barely fit into their itty-bitty jockstraps. What a bunch of dickheads. No wonder they haven’t been able to win the championship for the past three years.

The buzzer sounds, ending the game with the Dragons still pounding on the other team, though I’m pretty sure the commentator just said something about the teammates beginning to fight one another. The camera zones in on the guy who must be the coach, and man does he look pissed. I would hate to be in that locker room . . . Actually, on second thought, being a fly on the wall might just be the most entertaining thing I’ve ever seen.

Sophie pulls me out of my thoughts when she grabs my hand and drags me out of my chair. “Come on,” she says, already halfway across the bar, glancing back at me over her shoulder. “We need to find you a hot piece of man-meat to dance with.”

I smile at my best friend. Where would I be without her?

After spending the next hour out on the dance floor, I call out to Sophie that I’m heading back to the bar for another drink. I start walking, squeezing through the raging crowd, and get halfway there when my elbow is yanked back, and I’m forced into a hard body. A gasp sails through my lips before the sound of his voice sends fear rocketing through my veins. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing shaking your ass like a cheap fucking whore? No girl of mine is going to make a fool of me.”

Fuck, fuck. FUCK! How did he find me?

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