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Sugar Daddy (Sugar Bowl Series #1)

Sugar Daddy (Sugar Bowl Series #1)

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by Sawyer Bennett

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USA TODAY BESTSELLER • “This book devastated me in the most wonderful way,” raves Meredith Wild. In Sugar Daddy, the author of the Cold Fury series proves that vengeance is sweet—but seduction is to die for.

Sela Halstead lost her innocence in a way that no sixteen-year-old should ever have to endure. She’s


USA TODAY BESTSELLER • “This book devastated me in the most wonderful way,” raves Meredith Wild. In Sugar Daddy, the author of the Cold Fury series proves that vengeance is sweet—but seduction is to die for.

Sela Halstead lost her innocence in a way that no sixteen-year-old should ever have to endure. She’s spent years trying to forget that night even while wondering about the identities of the monsters who brutalized her—until a telltale tattoo flashes across Sela’s TV screen. The incriminating ink belongs to Jonathon Townsend, the millionaire founder of The Sugar Bowl, a website that matches rich older men with impressionable young women. Obsessed with revenge, Sela infiltrates Townsend’s world, only to come face-to-face with a tantalizing complication: Beckett North, his charismatic business partner.

The tech mastermind behind The Sugar Bowl, Beck always gets what he wants, in business and in bed. And yet, for a man who’s done every dirty thing imaginable, there’s something about the naïve, fresh-faced Sela that sparks his hottest fantasies. Because with her, it’s not just about sex. Beck opens up to her in ways he never has with other girls. So why does he get the feeling that she’s hiding something? In a world of pleasure and power, the shocking truth could turn them against each other—or bind them forever.

Sawyer Bennett’s New York Times bestselling Sugar Bowl series is one treat you’ll want to read in order:

Don’t miss any of Sawyer Bennett’s seductive reads:

The Carolina Cold Fury series: ALEX | GARRETT | ZACK | RYKER | HAWKE | MAX

Praise for Sugar Daddy

“Beck and Sela are so scorching and real together that I didn’t want to let them go. I can’t wait to devour the rest of this series!”—#1 New York Times bestselling author Meredith Wild

“A totally gripping take on romance and revenge!”New York Times bestselling author Lauren Blakely

Sugar Daddy is raw, gritty, and exceptionally hot. I couldn’t put it down.”New York Times bestselling author Marquita Valentine

“Wow! Sawyer Bennett steps out of her ice skates and into her Manolos. Sugar Daddy is a hot read that only gets better with every page.”New York Times bestselling author Susan Stoker

“I read it in less than three hours because I am a freak reader when I like something. This book is great!”USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields

“Sawyer Bennett has talent that knows no bounds and this book proves it. From page one to the end I was captivated and enthralled. I can’t wait for more! ”USA Today bestselling author Chelsea Camaron

“Sawyer Bennett does dark with amazing facility, drawing me in with Sela’s story, and holding me there with Beck’s. Sugar Daddy is compulsively readable, deliciously dirty, and passionately written.”USA Today bestselling author C. D. Reiss

“Sawyer Bennett delivers a titillating novel that balances between the desire to seek revenge and the yearning to hold on to love. It’s sexy and addicting, and I devoured every last word.”—Meghan Quinn, author of The Randy Romance Novelist

Includes a special message from the editor, as well as an excerpt from another Loveswept title.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Bennett's trilogy opener starts in a very dark place, with 26-year-old Sela watching TV and seeing the man who led a gang-rape of her 11 years before. That man, Jonathon "JT" Townsend, is now the successful head of Sugar Daddy, a creepy dating site that matches rich older men with young women in need of money. Sela decides she'll get into his life, find out who else was involved with the rape, and kill them all. Her plan eventually leads to her seducing JT's business partner and friend, perpetual bachelor Beck, but both she and Beck find themselves falling for each other as they realize how incredibly sexually compatible they are. Of course, Sela continues to attempt to investigate JT while hoping that Beck wasn't a part of the group that raped her. Bennett writes copious hot sex scenes and also does a solid job of making her characters multifaceted, but the choice to split Sela's story into three short novels (and resultant lack of any closure here) might disappoint some readers. Agent: Michelle Johnson, Inklings Literary. (May)
From the Publisher
"The story is narrated in alternating first person immediate present tense; the narrators do a great job with their own characters and the voicing of the other character during one's monologue." ---Fangs, Wands and Fairy Dust

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Chapter 1




“Bring me a beer, will you?” Mark calls out to me.


I roll my eyes, turn around in midstride, and head back to the refrigerator. I open it up, grab a Bud, and bump the door closed with my hip before starting back to the living room.


“And the Doritos,” he says. “I’ve got the munchies.”


Another eye roll and I turn back around. Snatch the half--eaten bag of Doritos off the counter and head into the living room. As I round the couch, I toss the bag at him, catching him square in the chest. As he grabs his snackage, I hand him his beer. He takes it without even looking over at me, his eyes glued to the TV. One of those cheesy entertainment shows doing a piece on a movie star, athlete, or maybe a reality--show contestant just out of rehab and hawking their new bestselling book on how you can overcome addiction.


I plop onto the couch beside him, lean forward, and grab the large book off my coffee table.


Human Cognition.




“Are you going to study or just watch TV?” I ask as I open the text and flip to chapter 22.


“Watch TV,” Mark says, his mouth full of Doritos and the air still sweetly perfumed from the bong he’d been smoking.


Mark’s cute and all. We met several months ago at Golden Gate University, as both of us were starting in the MA Counseling Psychology program and there was an instant attraction, but the four--year age difference wears thin sometimes.


It took me a while to get my bachelor’s degree. To say I was fucked in the head for quite a long time would be an understatement, what with my issues and all, plus a few psych hospitalizations. Add on my mom dying of an aneurysm three years ago, and I was the ripe age of twenty--five when I finally finished my bachelor’s and started my master’s last fall. I’m not exactly ancient now at twenty--six, but compared to Mark’s twenty--two years, the differences in our priorities are glaring. Partying is still a big part of his life, and he doesn’t take studying as seriously as I did. I clearly don’t take smoking pot as seriously as he does.


But no biggie, really. I don’t have enough of an emotional connection to care if he flunks. He’s been good for a few laughs, and while sex with him is mediocre at best, he doesn’t bother me too much. As with any man that I’ve been sexually involved with over the years, there is a mutually beneficial exchange. I let them use my body to get off, and they in turn make me feel as if I’m worthy to let them get off. It’s this whole fucked--up, twisted reasoning I have in my head that no amount of psychological counseling has been able to straighten out so far. Our “friends with benefits” deal works out for the most part, except when he comes over, gets high, and then has Dorito breath. He sure as shit isn’t getting any tonight the way things are going.


Just as well. I have to study for a big test tomorrow and I intend to pass it with flying colors, regardless if Mark does the same. It’s the end of my first year in the master’s course and I’m halfway there. It’s a goal I can’t sacrifice.


I suck on the tiny ring pierced straight through the middle of my lower lip. A gift to myself when I got accepted into the program. It joins the matching two rings in my left eyebrow, and will hopefully be joined by a bridge piercing when I can muster up enough extra shifts at the diner to pay for it. Facial piercings have been my newest addiction; the sweet agony of metal punching through flesh feels oh so good to me. I was forced to move to the front of my face after both ears ran out of room.


Mark sets the Doritos on the couch next to him and wipes his orange fingers on his jeans. He takes a swallow of beer and places his left hand on my thigh. Leaning his head onto my shoulder, he says, “Want to fool around?”


I give a mighty shrug and dislodge him. “Not now.”


“But I’m horny,” he says with a whine.


Not attractive.


“You’re always horny,” I say as I try to concentrate on the first line of the chapter.


“You usually are too,” he points out, hand moving up my thigh.


I roll my eyes, because that’s not exactly true. I just accommodate whenever he’s horny.




My gaze slides across the TV, past it, then notices something vaguely familiar before snapping right back to the screen.


A good--looking man who looks recognizable is being interviewed on TV. Charcoal--gray tailored suit, white dress shirt, and a pale blue tie. He flashes dimples in his grin as he talks to the reporter.


“. . . the success of The Sugar Bowl has surpassed all of our expectations,” he says with a twinkling eye. “It shows the world that there’s a lot of room in our society for unconventional relationships.”


The reporter, if she can be called that since this is an entertainment “news” channel, uncrosses and recrosses long, sexy legs in a short skirt. She tries to look hard--hitting when she leans forward in her chair, exposing more cleavage from a low--cut blouse, and asks, “But what about those opponents that say what you’re doing is nothing more than prostitution?”


The man gives a charming laugh, picks at some imaginary lint on his leg, which is crossed in a dapper fashion over the other. “There is absolutely no money exchanged for sexual services. The Sugar Bowl does nothing more than charge a fee to our Sugar Daddies so they can join the website and make connections. None of the arrangements made thereafter are for sex; it’s merely for companionship.”


“But sex does occur,” the reporter says silkily.


“Of course sex occurs,” he admits with a languid smile. “People have sex. It makes the world go ’round.”


The camera fades to black and then rolls to footage of a beach. It looks tropical in nature, as the water is crystal clear with a tinge of pale blue, and the sand is pristine white. The reporter’s voice comes over the shot and says, “Jonathon Townsend is never shy to talk about sex, and by the looks of things, he gets plenty from the abundant supply of Sugar Babies that flock to his company daily.”


The camera zooms in on a couple frolicking in the ocean. It’s the man who was just being interviewed, wearing a pair of well--fit swim trunks on his muscular frame. A beautiful young woman with long blond hair wraps her arms around his neck as his hands go to her ass. As they kiss, the reporter’s voice says, “It’s rumored that Jonathon Townsend, or JT to his close personal friends, made an estimated eighteen million dollars last year in earnings from The Sugar Bowl, which certainly makes him more attractive than his already fine physique he recently showcased as he cavorted in the Maldives with his newest flame. With the service having over five million subscribers and still climbing at an astronomical rate, it’s clear that JT’s star is still on the rise.”




My skin tightens and the hair on my arms stands on edge. The fingers on my right hand involuntarily seek my left wrist, rubbing lightly over the tiny, half--inch scar there that seems to throb in acknowledgment of something, but I’m not sure what.


My eyes are glued to the TV as I watch the man and woman kissing passionately, clearly not worried that they are on public display. Then he releases his hold on her, turns toward the camera with a smile on his face, and I see his torso.


Red bird.


Phoenix with flames at the wings and tail.


Stretched in flight up his left rib cage.


A shudder seizes my body and a surge of nausea hits me hard. I swallow against it as I lurch off the couch, awkwardly stumbling around the coffee table toward the TV. The camera zooms in closer on the couple, and as if the man known as Jonathon Townsend knows he’s being watched, he looks right into the lens and grins, close enough that I can see his brown eyes.


Brown eyes. What I think might be filled with apology, but no . . . that’s malice. Evil, taunting malice.


“Damn, baby . . . sorry . . . looks like we left some spunk in your hair,” he says with a jeering laugh.


I cry out, stumble backward, and the coffee table catches the backs of my knees, causing me to fall down hard on it. My right hand grips my left wrist, the scar now shrieking in agony.


“Sela . . . you okay?” Mark says, his voice sounding like it’s stuffed into a drum and sealed tight because the blood is rushing through my head with such force it’s blocking other noise.


“Get out,” I whisper, choking on the words because my throat is so dry.


“What?” I hear him rise from the couch, see his legs rounding the coffee table in my periphery.


I raise my head, look at him, and rasp, “Get out.”


“You want me to leave? Right now?”


Red--hot rage swells up within me and I screech at him as I lunge upward from the table, my fists balled up in fury, “Get out. Get out. Get out.”


Mark jerks backward from me, his eyes round with surprise for just a moment before they harden. He reaches down, grabs his backpack off the floor, and mutters, “Crazy bitch.”


I don’t even look at him again as he walks out of my small apartment.


My hands come to my temples and pull at my hair, fisting hard and jerking. I pace back and forth in front of the TV, my eyes cutting to it periodically, but they’ve moved on to another juicy story.


Vivid flashes of scenes spark in my brain. Scenarios I’ve seen before in nightmares but thought they were nothing but nightmares.


My wrists pinned to the mattress.


Searing pain as I’m fucked in the ass.


Red phoenix on a wrist.


“Think she’ll suck my dick?”


“Swallow it.”


“All of it.”


I bend over at the waist, my stomach cramping violently, then a flood of vomit shoots out of my mouth. I hurl loudly, groaning as wave after wave of nausea and pain are expelled from my body. Beer and the turkey sandwich I’d eaten twenty minutes ago splatter loudly on my worn brown carpet. Tears flood my vision, drip in rivers onto the pile of vomit as I start to dry heave.


Dropping to my knees, I heave and gag, my hands coming to rest at the sides of the gelatinous pile of grief soaking into my carpet. My nose starts running freely now, snot adding to the vile mixture.


I suck in air, deep into my lungs, and will my heart to stop its mad beating of terror. The urge to slice into my healed scar overwhelms me, terrifies me so badly I start sobbing. That is something I cannot do again. Those days are over.


Minutes pass by as I stay on my hands and knees, hunched over the sickness on my floor. My breathing starts to calm down, my heart rate slowly falls back into the range of normal. I lift a hand, drag the back of it over my snotty nose, then wipe it on my jeans. Clumsily, I push myself up off the floor and consider the ramifications of what I just saw.


Of what I just remembered.


My rapist. One of them at least.


Good--looking golden boy sitting on some type of empire and vacationing in the Maldives.


Does he even remember what he did to me?


“Swallow it. All of it.”


A flash of furious indignation boils my blood and I go dizzy for a moment, realizing that while my life fell apart following that night, his only got better and better. He walked on my back . . . a straight path to success. Took my innocence in more ways than one, and told me he made all my fantasies come true.


Something black and oily starts to fill my chest. Permeates my entire being. A dark shadowing so viscous, it starts to cloud my vision and I think momentarily I might be going blind.


Hatred. White hot and boiling my insides painfully.


A sickly pervasive need to cut myself, which causes more shame and humiliation.


“. . . looks like we left some spunk in your hair.”


I swallow against the vomit rising up within me again. I had thought I was past all this shit. Figured I’d finally gotten my life together, and while I may not have made ultimate peace with what happened, because apparently I just can’t forgive myself for my part in all of it, I was moving on. I was learning to get through the nightmares and, even though I abhor intimacy, I was at least giving sex a try so I could feel somewhat normal.


And that fucker . . . he’s taken all of that away from me. All my little baby steps of progress and the slight amount of strength I’ve been able to muster to continue living life to some extent. All within the blink of an eye, Jonathon Townsend has taken that all away from me, and while my wrist may not be bleeding at this very moment, I feel like I’m back at square one.


How can I possibly overcome this?


What could I possibly do to make this better for me?


How in the fuck do I stop hurting?


And then it comes to me immediately.


Almost too easy.


Just one word, very simple and yet so very right.




It flashes over and over again; sharp electrical pulses burning themselves into my brain. I know, without a doubt, there’s only one thing that will make this right for me.


I’m going to make Jonathon Townsend pay for what he did to me.

Meet the Author

Since the release of her debut contemporary romance novel, Sawyer Bennett has written more than thirty books and has been featured on both the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists on multiple occasions. A reformed trial lawyer from North Carolina, Sawyer uses real life experience to create relatable, sexy stories that appeal to a wide array of readers. From new adult to contemporary romance, Sawyer writes something for just about everyone. Sawyer likes her Bloody Marys strong, her martinis dirty, and her heroes a combination of the two. When not bringing fictional romance to life, Sawyer is a chauffeur, stylist, chef, maid, and personal assistant to a very active toddler, as well as full-time servant to two adorably naughty dogs. She believes in the good of others, and that a bad day can be cured with a great workout, cake, or a combination of the two.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So as always Sawyer Bennett does it again! I absolutely love her and her writing from the beginning. In Sugar Daddy I read it in 1 sitting. I couldn't put it down. I laughed, cried, and was on the edge of my seat. This was definitely not like her normal style of of books but hands down this is just as amazing! I can't wait for Sugar Rush and to see where Beck and Sela will go from here! The cliffhanger on Sugar Daddy is no good but yet the best cliffhanger.... I screamed at the book "NO THIS CANT BE WHERE SHE LEAVES IT! UGH I WANT TO KNOW MORE! " Can Not wait for Sugar Rush to come out! This is a must read and buy book just sayin. I received an Arc Thanks to netgalley for an honest opinion.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
First, let me begin by saying that Sawyer Bennett is one of my favorite authors. Definitely in the top four. Now, on to the book... I was blown away with the story. Love the characters. However, the story ends on a big (in my opinion) cliffhanger. With that being said, I wish I had waited to buy the book until the next one comes out. I feel like I was just getting to the good part and Bam! It ended. That's the reason I gave it four stars. Happy reading, if you choose to do so :)
LoveReadBooks More than 1 year ago
This was my first book by Sawyer Bennett and I can proudly say I am hooked on this author. After reading Sugar Daddy, I went ahead and pre-ordered Sugar Rush which coming out in three days and Sugar Free which will be out later this year. I've stay up late couple of nights reading this book even though I had to get up early the next morning. The story is interesting and characters are likable. Sawyer has this way to bring the characters, their thoughts and feelings to you where you feel like you are connected with each of them. Her writing style is easy and fun to read. I really enjoy this book and highly recommended, but be aware it ends with a cliff hanger and if you are one of those readers who likes to read whole story at once you might want to hold off till whole series is released. But do add this series to your Priority wish list.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely loved this book! I read it in 2 days and couldn't put it down. My heart broke for Sela for what she went through. My stomach was in knots as I neared the end of the book. I wanted so badly for J T to get what he deserved, but will have to wait. I look forward to the next book in this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved Sela and Beck, and hated J T with a passion. Well done Sawyer Bennett for giving us such great characters and villains in this book. Only sad we all have to wait until August and October to get to what I'm sure will be a great Ending to their story.
Anonymous 6 months ago
Enjoyed this trilogy. I love my HEA's. Would definitely recommend.
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JoannaDursi More than 1 year ago
I went into this story blind and was immediately blown away by the powerful prologue. Dealing with an issue that too many girls are forced to deal with Sugar Daddy starts out with Sela seeking revenge. She meets Beck and for the first time in years finds herself thinking about more than revenge. This story is fast paced and packed with a rollercoaster of emotions. I found myself dying for things to unfold and wondering in what books they happen and then.....the ending. Glad I have book two downloaded and ready to go!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
OMG you need to read this it's very very good
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was my first Sawyer Bennett book. I LOVED it! It was such a good story. It kept me guessing the entire book. I've already started Sugar Rush and can't wait for Sugar Free in October!
KaraS More than 1 year ago
This is a different type of series for Sawyer Bennett. There is still romance and good sex, but more mystery as well. This is a trilogy, so be prepared for a major cliffhanger. Beckett North and Sela Halstead meet by chance. Sela has endured a terrible tragedy and this book may include triggers, so be warned. Sela is determined to make Jonathon Townsend pay and hopes that Beck can help her achieve that. But of course, feelings develop and what starts out as a revenge plot for Sela and a one-month sex relationship for Beck - soon develops into much more. Beck helps Sela come out of her sexual shell (and a totally understandable shell, it is) and Sela becomes more than a "Sugar Baby" for Beck. However, Sela is keeping a BIG secret from Beck and he's already warned her that secrets and lies are deal breakers. So you know this will not end well. You'll have to read Book 2 to see how this turns out.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is one of the best I've read in ages. It ends making you not just wanting more, but needing more. Come on, Aug 16!
dollipop More than 1 year ago
I think a lot of readers are over exaggerating this book. Yes it was good but I wouldn't go so far as amazing. I'm no prude but I found myself skipping the many sex scenes because there's really a lot of them. The lead male Beck is very likable but I wish the author gave more insight to his life as far as growing up. Also like everyone mentioned the cliff hanger. This book really doesn't need 3 books to tell this story. It could truly be written in one long book. I will continue the series because it is a really good story but I guess the arthr just wants us readers to hold out & crave to know what happens next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
OMG !!! WOW !!!! Pulls you right in from the first page and never lets you leave!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'll be honest. Its an amazing book. But I'm super angry at it being a cliffhanger. I know I know, she warned us. But here's the thing. You finish this AMAZING book, but then have to wait for the others. Its very frustrating. You end up having to re read parts because you forget things that happened. Not to mention HAVING TO WAIT!!! I'm just kind of over authors releasing their books in stages. But of course I'll be buying the next ones!! Lol
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wholly cap what a great story... my heart breaks for Sela....JT needs to pay...and Beck needs to get his head out of his butt. And my big question was Beck involved in the rape
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I read this book in one day! Easy read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought the next two books were ready to purchase because I saw the cover, my fault I didn't notice I had to order them. I would have never started to read this series if I would have known the final book didn't come out until oct.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm definitely curious how this is going to pan out and left wanting more. Can't wait for book two.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great characters and a good plot.
bookworm66SW More than 1 year ago
4.5 stars. I am predicting an incredible book hangover from this one! Sawyer Bennett crafted wonderful characters that I am completely invested in. The story really resonated with me. The conflict Sela experiences between her two desires creates some fantastic tension. Quintessential sexy good guy Beck North is my new favorite book boyfriend. The story’s cliffhanger is making me anxious for the release of the next book in the series “Sugar Rush” to be published on August 16, 2016!
Marie-Elizabeth More than 1 year ago
Disclaimer: ARC received in exchange for an honest review. Sugar Daddy was, in a word, INTENSE. Equal parts gripping and romantic, this dark, gritty, suspenseful, dramatic story has everything but the kitchen sink. The romance between Sela and Beck is spellbinding; watching them change and grow as individuals, watching their passion increase, their relationship evolve from something questionable into something concrete and tangible, was enthralling. The tension and conflict propelling Sela's thoughts and actions was palpable and compelling. This is not a stand-alone, but rather the first installment in a three-part series, so it obviously raises more questions than it answers. This is also not a light, sweet read with a happily ever after. Sela's issues are complicated and her psyche fragile, but Bennett handles the delicate subject matter carefully. Obviously, this is a work of fiction though, so creative license is taken. Overall, this was a fantastic introduction to Sawyer Bennett, as this was my first encounter with her work, and Sugar Rush cannot come soon enough.
CCarroll More than 1 year ago
This was completely different from what I was expecting. But that's a good thing. The author brings us an interesting take on a dating site. Sugar Daddy is a book that is written from both his point of view and her point of view for a well-rounded story that is full of delicious heat and a gorgeous male lead that is sweet, giving, kind, and falling for her. She is a damaged and complex character was a big secret that she knows will change her life should he ever find out. But she is opening her life to him and trying to put the past behind her... But with difficulty sometimes. The author gives us a beautiful love story and then hangs us up with a gigantic cliffhanger. I seriously wanted to throw my Ereader. The good thing about this is that we have two more books in the series where we can enjoy the delicious and seriously hot Beck. But that also means another cliffhanger before we get to the final ending. I don't know if I can stand it.