Sugar and Spice

By Ezra Dawn

Sinder Elle lost his mother, the only parent he’s ever known at a young age. Being an orphan, Sinder was sent to live with his only known relatives. His uncle and twin cousins. The three of them have made Sinder’s life hell ever since the day he arrived. He’s nothing more than a slave and being a sugar glider shifter who’s gay on top of that doesn’t help his situation. Thanks to Sinder’s designs, his uncle now runs a popular tattoo parlor in Beverly Hills. Tired of working his life away for nothing, Sinder plans his escape.

Price Charmain inherited his grandfather’s fortune and business when the man passed away. His parents aren’t happy about it and will do anything in their power to keep the money for themselves. Even if it means marrying their son off to a woman in order to keep control of him. With his father being alpha of their dragon clan, Price only has a short amount of time to escape before he’s ordered to marry someone he doesn’t want. With the help of his best friend Beau, Price comes up with a plan. All he needs to do is put it into action.

They’ll have to work together to get through the obstacles ahead. Their families won’t let go of them so easily. Can Sinder and Price win the fight for their freedom and their love or will they both return to being slaves, shackled by the wills of family?

(Warning: Contains sexual content, Man on Man action, Mpreg, and explicit language. Not recommended for those under the age of 18.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ezra Dawn
• Release date: Jun 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463256510

Ezra Dawn

Well Ezra isn't my real name obviously but I liked the name so I decided to use it. I live at home with my five dogs and one cat. I started out writing hetero romance novels but it wasn't where my heart lied. I adore all things paranormal and M/M is by far my favorite genre so I decided to start writing Paranormal Romances. There's a guaranteed happy ending with each of my books even if it may take some time for my guys to get there. I love each and every character on the page as if they were my own children. It sounds weird but that’s how I feel about them. ? I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember but only started actively pursuing it as a career three years ago when I decided to stop working in a salon and pursue writing full time. Since I published my first book in 2014 I have written and released nine other books with many more to come. My current list of projects is longer than my arm so I look forward to writing and creating new stories for my readers to enjoy ?

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Sugar and Spice

Ezra Dawn

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Sugar and Spice © 2018 Ezra Dawn

eBook ISBN: 9781718960930

ISBN-13: 9780463256510

All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in any form or by any means without express permission from the copyright holder. This book contains sexually explicit content which is suitable only for mature adults.

Character Name Pronunciation

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Epilogue

Excerpt - The Florist

Playlists

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Other Books by Ezra Dawn

Price Charmain (Price, Charmain (Char-main)

Sinder Elle (Sin-der, Elle (Like the letter of the alphabet.)

Beau Crimson (Beau *like Bow or Owe*, Crim-son)

Snowden ‘Snow’ Alver (Snow-den, Al-ver)

Ryo Sandaval (Ryo *like Rio di Janero*, Sand-a-val)

The beginning of this story previously appeared in

Stormy Glenn’s ManLove Fantasies for Spring of 2018.

The rest of this story is completely new. Enjoy!

Ten Years Ago….

Welcome to your new home.

I look up at the nice lady smiling down at me and try not to cry. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be thrown to relatives I’ve never met. I want to go home where it’s safe. Where my toys are and where my mom used to read me stories. Mom….why did she have to go? Why did she have to leave me here alone?

The nice lady rings the doorbell and an older man answers. He’s smoking a cigarette and his hair looks like it hasn’t seen soap in weeks. When he looks at me, his gaze is cold, not warm like mom’s was. Twin boys peek around the man in the doorway and their gaze isn’t cold but it’s not warm either. They look at me like I’m something to be scraped off their shoes.

The nice lady smiles at me and says, You’re going to love it here.

No…I don’t think I will.

Present Day….

Ten years ago, I lost the only parent I’ve ever known. My mother. When she died, I was left in the care of her eccentric older brother. At ten years old, having had my world shaken up by loss, I wasn’t exactly the sociable kid anymore. I withdrew, spending all my time in my room with my nose in books and drawing pictures. My uncle hated me on sight. Not that I’ve ever figured out why but it’s true. Guess he just didn’t want to be stuck with another mouth to feed. His wife left him a few years before my mother died, forcing him to raise their identical twin sons alone. Those two jerks, older than me by three years made my life a living hell. Hell, they still do, but since I learned how to defend myself from watching online videos and made sure the twins knew I wouldn’t be a pushover accepting of the occasional beating, the abuse isn’t physical anymore. Instead, it’s entirely verbal.

My cousins and my uncle all work in the family tattoo parlor. My uncle runs it, and my cousins are artists. Me? I’ve never been allowed to touch a tattoo machine unless I was putting it together for one of the devil-spawns. In secret though, when they’ve all gone to bed, I use the ratty old tattoo gun my uncle wanted me to throw out to practice on fruits I got from the old lady down the street. Over the years, I have perfected my technique, and have practiced on myself a few times. Only in places I can easily keep hidden though.

The last thing I need is to be found out and forced to either give up more of my designs or be forced to work with no pay. As if that isn’t already happening. I’m nothing more than a glorified service maid. I do the jobs of four people. I clean the shop, make sure we have enough inventory, book appointments and balance the books. If you can name it I’ve probably done it. On top of that, when the day ends and we all go home, I have to clean the house, do the laundry, cook dinner and basically cater to their every need.

Sinder do this, Sinder bring me that, Sinder! Sinder! Sinder! It never ends. Day in and day out, it’s Sinder this, Sinder that. I’m so sick of hearing them order me around like that I’ve debated changing my name and moving to another country. It’s bad enough having to obey their orders but they also like to make fun of me for wearing tight clothes and makeup. Knowing I’m gay and a sugar glider shifter instead of a wolf gives them an extra reason to tease me and make my life hell.

But not for much longer. Just a few more weeks and I’ll be free. I’ve been doing odd jobs in secret to earn a little money when I’m not using what little spare time I have to meet with friends that is. Since, it’s hard to wrangle a bit of free time, it’s taken years to get to where I am financially. My uncle controls all the finances and also refuses to pay me for any of the work I do, so in order to earn money, I had to resort to other means of earning. Thankfully, with the work I’ve done here and there I’ve managed to save enough for a bus ticket out of here