Don't Want No Sugar

Don't Want No Sugar

by J. D. Mason

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Don't Want No Sugar by J. D. Mason

Everyone knew that Eula May had lost her mind over loving a married man. It was what drove her to kill herself and leave her only daughter, Roberta, in the care of the local midwife. So it was no wonder that Roberta became obsessed with Charles Harris the very first time she laid eyes on him. And she was willing to do whatever it took to make sure she was the only woman in his life. So when he is forced to marry her because of her unexpected pregnancy, Roberta feels that she has everything she ever wanted.

Women have always come easy to Charles, so he's wondering how he got saddled with a wife he doesn't love, two beautiful children, and a longing for something grander. Then he meets the stunning Sara Tate and discovers a love almost as consuming as the one Roberta feels for him. This deadly love triangle will result in deception and murder, leaving a legacy for generations to come.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780312348991
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 11/29/2005
Edition description: First Edition
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 420,325
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.72(d)

About the Author

J. D. Mason is the author of And on the Eighth Day She Rested and One Day I Saw a Black King. She lives in Denver, Colorado, with her two children and is currently working on her next novel.

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Don't Want No Sugar


Lord, He's Got That Sweet Somethin'



Charles Brooks squinted through the smoke from his cigarette, smiling at the sight of Nadine Cooper pacing back and forth in the doorway of the abandoned barn. She was looking for him. Charles leaned against the side of his gray pickup truck parked less than half a mile away in a wooded area, out of view. Nadine had no idea how close he was. If she did, she'd have surely cussed him up one side and down the other. Even from where he stood, it was easy to see how mad she was, with her lips poked out and hanging low enough to damn near drag on the ground.

Charles laughed and muttered to himself, "Don't trip on 'em, girl."

He'd played this game for months with Nadine Cooper, and he'd learned to play it well. It was the kind of game a man made up the rules to as he went along and kept them all to himself, because that was the only way to win. But Charles knew betterthan to take too much for granted. Nadine Cooper played games of her own, and despite his best efforts Charles usually found himself a step behind, licking his wounds, and wondering what the hell had happened.

Nadine was the kind of woman who would stomp a man under her heels if he let her. When they'd first started seeing each other, she crushed him too many times, belittling him when the opportunity presented itself in those rare moments when he let his guard down. Nadine was poisonous, like a snake that would bite the hell out of him if he wasn't paying attention. All it took was one word from her—"boy," her usual weapon of choice—to shrink him down into his boots. It was the way she used it that cut into him like a razor, the tone she took, like a mother takes with her son when she wants him to know he's never too grown or too big for her to tear his ass up if she wants to. Nadine called him boy like white men called him boy, making sure he knew that in her eyes he was less than a man. Never mind that he might spend an hour being a man all up inside her.

Women came easy to Charles, especially as he got older. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't have a woman close to him if he wanted. Pretty women like Heddie May Walker, quoting scripture out one side of her mouth and pushing her tongue out the other side and down his throat, nearly choking him to death. And Linda Dobson, the smart girl who always had her nose stuck in a book and carried another one under her arm. She got on his nerves sometimes because all she wanted to do was to teach him how to read. Hell, he worked in the sawmill and would probably always work in the sawmill, so Charles could see no point to reading. And neither did Linda Dobson, once he slipped his hand up her skirt. Then that girl would forget all about Benjamin Franklin and George Washington and anybody else she'd been reading about in those books.

"Charles! Pay attention! You ain't even tryin' to—Oh? Oh my! Oh—Charles!"

He enjoyed their company well enough, but neither of them could make him feel the way Nadine made him feel. She'd left a mark on him, one that singed his insides. No other woman he'd known had ever left an impression on him like Nadine had. She hadn't been the first women he'd been with, but she'd certainly been the best, opening herself up to him, filling his plate with her every time he'd licked it clean, like it was Thanksgiving and Nadine was the meal. He'd eat so much of her, he thought he'd bust open if he took one more bite. And he always wanted just one more.

But that smart mouth of hers tended to get in the way most times. Nadine was only five years older than he was, but she went out of her way to act as if she were so much older.

"What do I want with a boy like you, Charles Brooks? You think you grown, but you ain't. You ain't no kind of man ... yet," she'd say with a twinkle in her eye and a curl at the corners of her mouth. Touching her, making love to her, was his chance to prove her wrong and show her how much of a man he really was.

She sure is a pretty woman, he thought, watching her from his hiding place.

Nadine had a whole lot of pride that blinded her to the truth most times. Like the kind of truth that dragged her out here to see him every chance she got. Charles figured that Nadine had probably turned a deaf ear to that truth a long time ago, but he hadn't. Charles knew it and relished the reality that she needed him just as much, if not more, than he needed her. He could admit and accept that but knew good and damn well Nadine never would. He'd made the mistake of telling Nadine that he loved her and Nadine had chewed him up and spit him out because of it.

"You are such a fool, Charles," she laughed in his face. "But Iain't the least bit surprised. Of course you love me, boy. But me and you—we ain't nothin' more than a fleetin' thought. Just a notion, that's all. I couldn't bring myself to love someone like you, though."

"Why not?" he'd asked, trying to hide the offense he felt. "You meet me here all the time. If that ain't love, then what is it?"

"It's a good time, Charles. I like to have a good time every now and again. But love ain't got nothin' to do with it. Never will. So stop actin' silly."

He never mentioned the word around her again.

She insulted him like that all the time in the beginning. Eventually he got tired of it and decided that he'd had enough of Nadine and her disrespect. Charles had decided not to meet her one afternoon and left Nadine waiting all that time, knowing full well that she'd probably never speak to him again. A few weeks later, though, he caught a glimpse of her automobile following his down Smith Road. Charles slowly pulled over to the side, expecting Nadine to keep on driving and turn up her nose at him when she passed. Or to stop long enough to cuss him out and then leave him choking on the dust left behind as she drove off. Sure enough, like any good snake, Nadine surprised him and pulled her car up right next to his.

She batted her pretty brown eyes and spoke sweetly, "I missed you the other day."

Charles hesitated before answering, then shrugged indifferently. "I had some bus'ness to tend to."

Nadine just smiled and asked, "Will I be seein' you next time 'round?" He was stunned, and the look on his face told her as much. Nadine laughed. "I really would like to see you again, Charles. That is, if you don't have no bus'ness to tend to."

"I'll be there," he remembered saying just before she drove away.

That had been almost six months ago, the most important lessonin his life. Women like Nadine didn't appreciate a man being too good to them. They were quick to take him for granted, mistaking his kindness for weakness and walking all over him like he was the ground. From then on Charles learned to be accommodating enough to keep her coming back for more, but not so accommodating that she could ever get too comfortable.

The two of them met at that barn the third Wednesday of every month at three-thirty in the afternoon. That's when Nadine's husband Edward Cooper made the rounds of his sharecroppers to inspect his property and collect his money. Cooper wasn't much better than a white man in Charles's eyes. In some ways he was worse—a colored man taking what little they had from other colored men. No, he had no respect for Cooper. Nadine claimed she loved the old man, but Charles knew better. Nadine was in love all right, but only with the old man's money.

There were days when Charles would've robbed a bank if he thought he could get enough money to buy her like Cooper had bought her. As fine as she was, though, some other fool out there was probably thinking the same thing. It would've been a matter of time before a hundred banks were robbed in Nadine's name, and she'd eventually leave Charles behind for the next man who had more than he did. The best he could hope for was that she'd forget about money for a few minutes, long enough to fall in love with Charles, making it real easy on him to steal her away from Cooper, take her off to Louisiana or someplace, and marry her.

She'd been waiting in that barn for Charles for ten minutes longer than she'd planned on waiting, and she'd wait ten minutes more if he had anything to say about it. Charles dropped his cigarette on the ground, then snuffed it out with his boot. He pulled another one out of his pocket, lit it up, and slowly inhaled. He'd get to her soon enough—right after he finished this last cigarette.



She was so angry she didn't even hear him come in, and she nearly jumped out of her shoes, when he slipped his arms around her waist.

"Charles Brooks!" she screamed, pulling away from him and shoving him hard in his chest. "How dare you sneak up on me like that! You crazy?"

Charles stood back, rubbing his chest, grinning mischievously from ear to ear. "I gotchu good, didn't I, honey?" he laughed. "I gotchu real good."

He'd fallen in love with her when he was a boy. He ran around with her brother, playing the whole time, hoping to get a glimpse of her. She'd been beautiful back then, but was even more breathtaking now. Nadine was dark and the shade of black that people sometimes made fun of—blue-black, the color of midnight. But Charles had always been enchanted by her. Growing up, he'd often wondered if she tasted like blackberries or something else dark and sweet. He'd dreamed of running his fingers through the thick mane of hair she'd worn braided and hanging down her shoulders when she was a girl. Even back then Nadine's full hips held captive the attention of boys and men. She swayed them from side to side like a cat-o'-nine-tails, caught up in a rhythm all their own and threatening to lure some unsuspecting soul to a place where he'd be lost forever and wouldn't give a damn, either.

Nadine glared at him. "You too full of yo'self, Charles, and you know what?" she said, turning up her nose. "You can be full of yo'self by yo'self, 'cause I'm leavin'."

"Now, Nadine," Charles groaned, pulling her close to him. He kissed her softly on the neck. "I'm sorry, darlin'. You know I am."

"Get off me, Charles," Nadine fussed, trying to pull away from him. "I'm goin' home."

Charles refused to let go. "Didn't you miss me, girl? 'Cause I sho' missed you."

"Oh." Nadine stopped struggling and turned to look him directly in the eyes. "You miss me so much you more than twenty minutes late?"

"I got held up down at the mill," he lied.

"That ain't my problem, Charles. Now let go of me." She started to struggle again.

Charles squeezed her closer to him and melted into her eyes. "I'm sorry, Deen. You know I was comin'. You know I was gon' be here."

"You late, Charles," she said, exasperated.

"But," he smiled radiantly, "I'm here now, honey."

Nadine felt herself weaken in his arms. Yes, he was here, and that was all she'd wanted. She'd wanted him since the last time they were together, and she'd want him even more the next time.

"You know better than to keep me waitin', Charles." Nadine pouted.

"But it's always worth it, sweetheart," he said before kissing her. "It always is."

Nadine slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Charles slid his hands down her thighs and slowly raised her skirt up around her hips. He cupped her bare behind, then chuckled at the fact that she'd already removed her undergarments.

"Damn! I missed you too, Nadine." Charles backed her over to the blanket she'd laid out on the ground and eased her down onto it. He stood over her and slowly removed his shirt.

"Hurry, Charles." She moaned, writhing at his feet, arching her back as she unbuttoned the front of her dress. He smiled at the sight of dark nipples jutting up at him, then Charles knelt down and took one of them in his mouth, then the other, nibbling on them gently with his teeth.

"Mmmm," Nadine moaned, and then bit down on her bottom lip. Charles fumbled with his zipper until he freed himself. Nadine slid his pants down and gripped him with both hands, pulling him to her. He nestled himself comfortably between her warm thighs.

"Slow down, honey," he muttered between kisses. "We got time. Ain't no need to hurry."

But there was a need to hurry Charles had a way of leaving her hungrier for him each time they were together. Muscles in his arms flexed as he raised himself up and hovered over her, and his shoulders spread like butterfly wings. He commanded Nadine to call his name out loud, and she did as tears slid down the sides of her face. All the money in the world hadn't been able to satisfy her like this. Nadine ached for Charles. She ached because her own husband hadn't been capable of filling this void inside her, and she ached knowing he never would.



Fourteen-year-old Roberta crouched low in the loft above and watched silently while the couple made love. She loathed Nadine Cooper. As far as Roberta was concerned, the woman was a dirty, two-timing whore pinned down at the moment under the weight of Charles Brooks. Roberta loved Charles enough to run through fire and water for him if he asked. But he hadn't asked. Not yet, anyway. She stared mesmerized at the way Charles had of making Nadine look delicious, and she wished more than anything she could switch places with that woman. She wished she was beneath him like that with her legs spread wide open, running her fingers up and down his broad back and gripping his full behind, forcing him into her as far as he could go until he disappeared inside her.

"That's it, honey! That's ... aaaaah!" Charles threw back his head and growled. Nadine grabbed on to him and raced to meet him with her own release before it was too late.

"Charles? Charles!" She clamped him between her legs and locked her ankles until, finally, she screamed too.

Charles collapsed on top of her and both of them lay breathless and empty.

Roberta slid back into the shadows of the loft.

Charles and Nadine rested for awhile and kissed each other tenderly. He ran his finger softly down the side of her face and whispered, "That sho' was some good lovin', Nadine Brown."

Nadine giggled and kissed his chest. "How many times I got to tell you that ain't my name no mo'? Brown was my maiden name, boy. I'm Mrs. Cooper now." Charles sighed and rolled off her.

The two lovers dressed quickly and prepared to leave. "I hope you ain't late next time, Charles. You know I don't like waitin'," Nadine said, adjusting her hat.

Charles laughed. "It's always better when I make you wait, Nadine. Why you think I do it?"

Nadine rolled her eyes. "One of these days, Charles, you the one gon' be waitin' on me."

Charles bent and kissed her one last time. "I'll wait fo'ever on you, girl," he said teasingly.

Nadine patted his face and left.



Roberta waited in the barn and watched them head off in their separate directions. Nadine Cooper drove away in her husband's fancy automobile, and Charles pulled off in his truck until eventually he disappeared over the horizon and faded away like a dream. Roberta dusted off her coveralls and shook her head.

"You ain't in yo' right mind, Charles Brooks," she muttered. "That tramp ain't good 'nuff fo' you. You jus' too dumb to know it."

Roberta buried her hands deep in the pockets of her coveralls and headed home. Nadine was foolish to think he wouldn't be late next time. As long as Roberta had been coming to that barn, Charles had never been on time. It just wasn't in him.

DON'T WANT NO SUGAR. Copyright © 2004 by Jaclyn Meridy. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

Reading Group Guide

Everyone knew that Eula May had lost her mind over loving a married man. It was what drove her to kill herself and leave her only daughter, Roberta, in the care of the local mid-wife. So it was no wonder that Roberta became obsessed with Charles Harris the very first time she laid eyes on him. And she was willing to do whatever it took to make sure she was the only woman in his life. So when he is forced to marry her because of her unexpected pregnancy, Roberta feels that she has everything she ever wanted.

Women have always come easy to Charles, so he's wondering how he got saddled with a wife he doesn't love, two beautiful children and a longing for something grander. Then he meets the stunning Sara Tate and discovers a love almost as consuming as the one Roberta feels for him. This deadly love triangle will result in deception and murder, leaving a legacy for generations to come.

1. Roberta's dysfunctional behavior is prevalent throughout her life. How much of this behavior was possibly an inherited trait from her mother, and how much of it was a result of how she was raised by Miss Martha?

2. Being that he never really loved Roberta, and only married her out of obligation; do you believe that Charles was justified in his affair with Sara? Do you believe he would've ever left Roberta for Sara?

3. Roberta obviously suffered from a mental disorder that was evident to almost everyone who knew her, and excused by all as silliness or eccentric. Do you believe that the African American community is growing more accepting of mental disease in our community and more readily and openly seeks treatment?

4. Miss Martha seemed to both love and loathe Roberta? What did you think of the relationship between Roberta and Miss Martha?

5. In writing this book, the author wanted to show that in the relationship between Mattie and Adam, Mattie was the manipulator in that relationship, and not as innocent as she wanted everyone to believe. Do you agree that she, in some ways, might've taken advantage of him because of his mental disability?

6. Sara, without trying, seemed to favor Adam over Moses. Why do you suppose that Sara never seemed to notice the way she doted on Adam in front of Moses?

7. Why do you think that Mattie never told anyone it wasn't Adam who raped her? Wouldn't it have been the right thing for her to do?

8. How much do you think that guild played in Moses' decision to rescue his brother from the barn where the three men took him? And why do you think Moses wrestled so much with loving Adam and hating him?

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Don't Want No Sugar 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A great book that's brings past characters to life. I absolutely love her books. One of my favorite authors!!
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This book made me realize i love the time and place this book takes place. Mary Monroe's books also set in that time. I love all MM books. Read God dont like ugly and mama ruby, great reads!
STEELO07 More than 1 year ago
My friend read this book and she did not like it. I'm glad i didn't listen to her. This book is really good. It's funny and filled with lots of emotion.
Rami More than 1 year ago
I was shocked by this book, I never thought i would really enjoy it. But the first page got me hooked right away! This story is just amazing. The whole dramatic and romantic thrill seeking people would LOVE this book!! Couldn't put it down!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Im totally amazed by this book - def could not put it down. Well written!! loved it!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Jd mason did a great job on this novel it was sadisticly sensual and had a way of making me feel bad at time for the obessive roberta. I recomed it to any one
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was my first by J.D. Mason. She has written a spine-chilling tale of love, seduction, obsession and betrayal that haunted by mind days after I finished reading it. There are very few writers who make such an impact as Ms. Mason - characters rich and diverse spanning different walks of life - making it all believable while shaking your head in wonderment and awe. This story has taken us to a small backwoods town of Bueller, a woman named Eula May had a daughter, Roberta, but no husband. He belonged to another. Still, she loved Roberta¿s father to death. She loved him so much that she couldn¿t bear to part with him after he died¿in her bed. Years later, a teenaged Roberta sets her sights on a man of her own, a womanizer named Charles Brooks. When Roberta gets pregnant, Charles is forced to marry her, but Sara holds the key to his heart. I was flooded with emotion at the revelation. It was a sweet ending to the sad life of a lovable man. Although I felt that some aspects of the story were a bit contrived, (i.e. the way it seems that every woman in the novel who has sex gets pregnant and the way that each pregnancy seems to be the impetus for something awful) I enjoyed the complexity of the characters and the story as a whole. The cover on this book is rather sweet also. I added it to my collection of favorites. I was captured by Morgan's writing style. The entire book was exhilarating. Morgan has definitely proven to possess exceptional writing skills. This book kept me on my toes from beginning to end. I cannot wait to read more on the family. She painted the picture so vividly, I felt like I was right there in Bueller and Clarksville (where the story takes place for all the prospective readers of the book). Very passionate and realistic....Outstanding book! Highly Recommended!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I thought this book was a breath of fresh air..something with some substance...finally! The ending did leave you wondering, but I just took it as an opening for a sequel to the book! I recommend this book to any devoted reader.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was not good at all. It was pointless, left you at the end waiting for more, the storyline made no sense. I didn't like it at all. First time in a while I read a book that I wanted to quit in the middle.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book! After reading this book J. D. Mason has become of my favorite authors. I am currently reading one day I saw a black king, which brings the story together. I am looking forward to reading her other novels.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Every part of this book was fascinating except the end. I did not like the ending. What happened to Moses? At the end of the book, it refers to Roberta's children as being John's half brother and sister, but Roberta's children should be Adam's half brother and sister and they should be John's aunt and uncle. Because Adam's father was the same man that fathered Roberta's children. So why does the book refer to them as John's half brother and sister on page 309? Can someone answer this? Was it a mistake in the book? Did the writer mean to say Adam's half brother and half sister? Or, did I miss something?
Guest More than 1 year ago
All I can say is that I am a big fan of J.D. Mason and can't wait for her next book!!!!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I'm a big fan of J D Mason.. i must say i truly enjoyed this read it brings her book 'One Day I Saw A Black King' To a full circle you can't read one without the other.. she had done it again
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1931, the charred corpse of womanizing but married Bobby Lewis was found in the bed of his latest lover Eula May Adams. Everyone assumes she set the fire but he was probably dead before the inferno. Later they find her corpse with a bullet in the heart of Eula May, whose obsession for Bobby led to suicide. Her daughter Roberta is raised in an unloving home and never given help or some solace to cope with the two deaths.--- Eight years later, Roberta meets womanizing Charles Harris and like a chip off the old block, obsesses over her wanting him. They make love in an old barn and when she becomes pregnant, he has no choice but to marry her. Charles loathes his life change as he wants his freedom back while his wife thinks she has everything with him as her spouse and now two children. As time goes by, adding to Charles¿ chagrin is that he is falling in love with Sara Tate. Will Roberta, once she learns of his unfaithful behavior and his innermost desires, follow her mother¿s dark path of destruction leaving her children to emulate the generational patterns of love and death.--- This deep dark relational triangle occurs over several decades (beyond the paragraphs above) with pivotal events impacting innocent lives. The story line grips the audience from the moment that Eula May is found dead as readers will see the effect of her suicide on her daughter and her grandchildren. The cast especially those triangulated in life seem so genuine that fans of powerful character studies will read DON¿T WANT NO SUGAR in one thrilling sitting.--- Harriet Klausner