Novels by Rose Sugar

Sawyer“What the hell Carmen?” I question my second as the door to my office slams open against the wall. She is out of breath, her clothing is disheveled, and it doesn’t look like she brushed her hair. She isn’t her normal put-together self, wearing Jeremy’s hideous clow lounge pants that are peeking out from underneath one of Cruise’s giant tank tops. At least she remembered shoes, even if she didn’t bother with a bra. One breast in attempting to escape out of the armhole.“You need to answer your phone,” she hisses at me angrily. I looked at my phone, noticing it was dead. What if something had happened to the kids? Luckily, everyone knows they can find me in one of two places, home or here at the club.“What’s wrong?” I’m immediately on alert at the sight of her and the fury in her voice.“One of our police officer friends called me. He found my brother in the forensics lab. He had been shot in the back multiple times. He is in critical care at the hospital.” I jump to my feet, my

Razor"You tried so hard to warn him, Carley. Capone blew up just like Jasey boy and his hellie hound." Tears track down my woman's face. Her body differs from the teenage girl I knew. It's rounder, more womanly, and full. "Now, now, my love. No tears." Her face hardens at my words. "I'm not your love. I'll never love you, Derek. You killed my husbands and kidnapped me!" I grin at her, gripping her chin tightly. "I'm going to kill your friends, too. I will be the center of your world. You and the viper bitch will be me to fuck you. You are both going to please me any way I see fit. I will not let my men touch you. You are mine alone. The Viper, though, will be a good little toy from my men. She and Carter both. I'll get that boy back and he'll be my little pet again. The way I broke him, I'm going to break her and your stripper.""Where do you have, Arson? Where's my husband?" She demands, with her pastel hair flying around her. That color has got to go. I release her, moving to gra

JTThere is a knock on my office door. I pause my paperwork, commanding the person to enter. "Mr. Brandt, a guy is looking for you. I left him at the bar because I didn't know if you would welcome being bothered," Dustin says. Dustin is one of my dancers, however, he also works as a server on nights he isn't dancing. The nineteen-year-old has shown he has a great work ethic. He is naïve, quiet, and at first unconfident, but he has gotten better at being bold since he start

Storm"Hello," Riggs rumbles. "Storm? Whatcha need?" "Can you leave?" "I'll have to ask Viper for permission. I can think of several ways I can beg her," he says lasciviously. "I need help. I need you to come and get me. Now," I order him, as though he is one of my men. But he isn't, is he? He is Sawyer's man, and he follows her orders, not mine. "You don't sound alright." "I'm not. Please, hurry." My voice cracks at my plea. The only person I have ever begged is Sawyer, and now him. "Do you know where the reservation is?" "Of course. I've lived here all my life, which is longer than you have," he teases. I can not believe this idiot is aging himself. He is as old as the Death Kings, which is thirty-eight. He is twelve years older than Sawyer and nine years older than me. I believe he and Slater Zen are the same age. "I'll be there. Just give me thirty minutes. Are you safe? Can you do that?" I scoff at his questions with disdain. "I might be blind, but I'm not helpless." "W

StormChaos. Utter chaos and that includes the team C.H.A.O.S. I'm dancing around the fire wearing nothing but my pants in the round tent on a hallucinogenic trip thanks to the dried sacred peyote cactus. There are elders with me today, as we pray for the healing of an ailing child. My prayers, however, are the same as they have been for years…the healing of Kage Raiden, who has been refusing for years to seek medical help. I'm the only person who knows.

Jensen "If know those you must be the Jericho Ryder knows. What is the clever fox up to this time?" I question. "Something he shouldn't be messing in. He is creating super soldiers using the diluted blood of royal infernals and the corpses of the fallen." "What?!" I choke out having inhaled my beer instead of swallowing. Ugh, that burns. "This explains some questions he had on DNA a while back. I didn't think anything of it," I drawl.

Carley I am sitting with my feet propped up doing coursework on my laptop while watching my uncle Jaxson, along with my husband Arson, teaching dance lessons. Jax and Air are teaching hip-hop to children who range from 5 to 18 today. Other days, they teach ballet, tap, jazz, and lyrical. Jaxson is doing most of the teaching until Arson can dance all day again. His legs tire quickly. I don't need to eat saltines and ginger ale constantly to avoid vomiting, but I still can't tolerate the taste or smell of cooked ground beef. All thanks to the hamburger, I vomited back up. Gross. I smile at the memory. I thought Jase was going to keel over from embarrassment since he was the one who cooked. He understood. Lachlan had just announced I was pregnant hours before. The grief-stricken look on Jase’s face is anything but joyful as he looks at me now. His hair is still wet from a shower. I look around for my other husbands, but they aren’t present. I watch as his Adam’s Apple bo

Carley It's been months since Lachlan conquered his fear of cigarette smoke by doing to his mother what she used to do to him. He and the others put their cigarettes out on her before Ransom came up with the idea to light her on fire. She burned to death on the concrete of that mansion's patio. Aftermath Crew was called in by Uncle Ryder to handle the disposal of the bodies of Francis Hartley and Julia Snipe. Lachlan is in a much better place now not having to deal with the stress of That Woman breathing down his neck. Hanging on the wall is a painting of our family. I'm holding our son and all five guys are gathered around the hospital bed staring with adoration at our tiny newest member. I wasn't very nice while in labor for fourteen hours. I cursed them all and called Jase a 'bad Daddy' for doing to this me as I pushed our son out. The doctor and nurse gave him some disgusted looks which was made worse by Ransom agreeing with me. Speaking of Ransom... “Rainy, if you wake up t

LachlanI put this off as long as possible. I don’t want to be here in this house, even my father’s ghost is unwelcome. I don’t want to deal with this woman, but I must. She gave birth to me, but that doesn’t mean I can tolerate being in her presence for long. It’s been over a month since she requested I be at her diner. She got her wish, just not as she expected.I'm in a charcoal suit with a silk yellow tie, and Carley is wearing a gorgeous yellow lace dress with an off-the-shoulder style. On the other side of Carley is Weston, who is wearing the same suit I am. Before we arrived, there was a wedding ceremony.“Breathe, Hotel. I can tell you aren’t by the lack of sound coming from you,” Jase says through the earpiece.“We got you covered,” Doc Fox says through the earpiece, holding a glass up toward us to signal the supposed man of honor has arrived at the party. Ryder is weari

Ransom"Look, boss, we didn't find Grothman's body. I've told you that daily for weeks now. The cops said he was dead, but he wasn't in that cave where Carley said he would be." Colton's words send a sense of foreboding into me as he talks with Ryder. He'll be back.

Razor"Who are we going after for this, boss?" One of my older members asks.I currently can't talk, since I had my throat stitched up. So here I sit in a hospital, a "victim" of gang violence. I wasn't about to fess to being the leader of one of the gangs. Both those killed each other according to the story I wrote and signed for the police and the federal agents.Amongst the feds, I swear I saw none other than the youngest Zen, Slater. What an exciting bit of juicy information that is. He didn't notice me, which is a small mercy.I wrote on my notepad that we would take care of all that later. I need a plan first.I'll have to be carefu

Lachlan"I'm exhausted. I'm taking Uncle Jax's fruit snacks and going to bed," Carley says with a yawn. "Take Air with you. I'll help you get him to bed," Weston suggests. Arson fell asleep in his chair due to the morphine drip Ryder had given him earlier. So I'm glad Weston is going with them. "Sounds great," Carley yawns and I gather up the giant box of fruit snacks Sidhe brought. He claimed that keeps a stash of juice boxes and fruit snacks in his car for his baby nephews. I don't doubt that, but I also know Sidhe, they are more for him than his nephews Kassius and Darius. He only sees Darius once a month when they go visit Gator's mother in Grele. "I'll walk you out. I'm going to stay and keep an eye on the other two," I inform them. "Somebody sober should," Weston says pointing his chin and Doc Fox and Gator who are drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. This going to be an interesting night with some mixing alcohol with pain meds and others getting crossfaded like the