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The Sugar Rush Series by C.M. Steele – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:15:24 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.wownovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png The Sugar Rush Series by C.M. Steele – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.wownovels.com 32 32 Sweet Nothing (The Sugar Rush #2) Read Online C.M. Steele http://www.wownovels.com/sweet-nothing-the-sugar-rush-2-read-online-c-m-steele Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:15:24 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/sweet-nothing-the-sugar-rush-2-read-online-c-m-steele Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Mafia, Virgin Authors: C.M. Steele Series: The Sugar Rush Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)

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When their New Year’s Eve encounter ignites a passion neither expected, she runs from the fear of what it could mean. But he can’t let her go — not when every heartbeat pulls him closer.

Desire becomes obsession, and the chase is only just beginning

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Chapter One

Elizabeth

The sun had set behind me two hours ago, which wasn’t new for me, but today was a holiday so I had a choice to make: go out, or go home, open a pint of ice cream, and remind myself that I was lame and alone.

I’d just sent off the last email when a shadow fell over my desk. “Any plans for this evening?” Mr. Keaton asked as he tapped on my open door, which was next door to his much larger office. We were the only two remaining in the building except for the security at the entrance.

I gave him a half-hearted smile. “Nothing in particular. You?” Although I was his assistant, we didn’t share much of our personal lives. He had a difficult family situation that got in the way of his business, and blissfully, we had avoided discussing mine from the moment I signed my employment contract.

He shook his head. “No, I’m going to go home and rest. I’m sure everything will be fine, but I want to be alert should anything happen overnight.” I closed down my email and then powered down my laptop. Standing, I grabbed my computer bag off my coat hook and slipped my laptop inside.

“Let me know if you need me.” I enjoyed my job, but not enough to work all night long like my boss. It was his baby, so he devoted his existence to it.

“You really should get out some.” My brow shot up and my lips pursed shut as I nearly choked on the audacity.

“Yeah. Is this where I take your advice because you’re not using it?” I questioned because there would be a tie for who the hermit was more. Although I still believed he beat me.

“Yes,” he said, bursting out laughing.

He walked back to his office while I finished getting myself ready to leave. It was freezing out, so I slipped on my warm wool coat and thick scarf. After I had gathered my things, I closed my office door and locked it. I stopped by his office to say goodnight.

He was packing his satchel with his laptop and then turned off his desk lamp when I said, “You know, I might take your advice and go out tonight. I only need to figure out where to go.”

“We have an invitation to the New Year’s Eve party at the Seneca.” It was a brand-new condo hotel worth more than most, and it was a crown jewel taking over a prime spot looking over Times Square and the ball. It would be perfect tonight.

“I do have the invite, but it’s under your name,” I reminded him.

“Yes, but it’s for my company, and you are my best employee. They’ll let you in. I’ll make sure of it.” He winked. He was so sure of everything, and I didn’t doubt he would make it happen.

“Fine. Maybe I’ll find my way down there.”

When I got home, Mr. Keaton shot me a message. Got you in under your name.

Thanks. Happy New Year.

Great. Now I had to make an appearance so I didn’t feel like an ass after he went through all that trouble. So, I showered and then styled my thick, wavy hair into luscious waves. I slipped on a black, silky slip dress and a large gray faux fur coat. I walked to the subway, but it was so crowded that it took me a long time to get inside.

Maybe I should have ordered a private car. The Forty-Second Street station was jammed as we got out. Still, I managed to make it to Times Square to witness the madness that was going on there. Large crowds gathered as expected, which helped on the cold night. They blocked the breeze from hitting me directly. We had two hours until the ball dropped and the old year rolled into a new one.

The hotel was a short distance from my location, according to my phone’s map. Having plenty of time, I made my way across the street to a club to get a quick peek and check out the atmosphere. Everyone was tossing them back. Shots and drinks were going around as if it were a free-for-all. Taking my purse, I moseyed up to the bar to get a drink before I made my way to the hotel.

“Can I get whatever fruity drink you got that’s fast?” I asked the bartender. There were several specials on the board, but the sign was blocked by partygoers. I needed some liquid courage before I strolled over to the extravagant party. Mr. Keaton gave me too much credit when it came to class and grace. I was way over my head when it came to most of his clients, so much so that I hid in my office during his meetings and never met most of them.

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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)

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James was done playing the family savior. Years of cleaning up his brother’s reckless mistakes had drained his patience. Now his father’s company was on the brink of collapsing again because of them. He swore this would be the last time he sacrificed his own success for theirs.
Then she breezed in.
From the moment he met her, James knew she was everything he never realized he fierce, brilliant, and utterly captivating. However, his brother takes notice as well. He’d stop at nothing to ruin James’s one shot at happiness.
In business and in love, the stakes have never been higher… and this time, James isn’t backing down

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Chapter One

James

“Dad, what is the big emergency? What did Henry screw up this time?” I asked, storming into my father’s office with my assistant running behind me, her heels echoing loudly as they clicked quickly along the marble floors. She closed my father’s office door so we could keep it private. His staff knew the moment I appeared that there was trouble with brewing and I didn’t need them worrying about their jobs just yet.

It was already four in the afternoon, and I had to cancel the end-of-the-day staff meeting that I had specifically scheduled to deal with some company concerns. My gut was telling someone was out to sabotage my networks and dismantle my systems. Still, I didn’t have time for my family’s shenanigans, but none of that ever mattered to them because I’d always been there to clean up their mess.

“The ad campaign for a perfume company. They are furious and are planning to pull their contract and sue us for the losses. I can’t afford another blow to my name or the financial hit. It’s been one thing after another. If this gets out, my agency will be ruined.” He pressed his head into his hands, shaking it back and forth sending his messy gray hair swaying. I didn’t understand what happened to my father, but he really let himself go these past couple of months. His look became severely unkempt, and he actually had a beard coming in, showing his age.

He was too old to be dealing with my brother’s fuckups, but he continued to entertain my brother’s schemes and failures. A part of me still felt sorry for him and that was why I was here giving him one last helping hand.

Henry never had a damn lick of sense or patience to do his job; he was always going around chasing women. That was the reason I wouldn’t allow my brother to work with me. He was essentially useless; in fact, he was worse than useless. My brother was dangerous.

“What is their problem with the campaign?” Knowing my brother, it could be anything, but all I knew was I had to pick up the pieces and work miracles when I had no time or experience with perfume companies.

“We don’t have anything booked for them. Their new perfume is slated to launch for the Valentine’s Day market, and we haven’t got anything to promote it with.”

“Are you serious? This should have started at the end of the Christmas cycle.” I checked the date on my phone. It was already mid-January. Not only were they behind, but they were also almost past the peak of the promotion period. Luckily, the male demographic were last-minute shoppers. “Can’t you rebrand the Christmas ads for the perfume?”

“It’s a new product specifically for Valentine’s Day. We already launched the Christmas perfume.” The exasperated sigh the fell from his mouth already answered my next question, but I had to ask for clarification. I needed to know how big of a hole they were in.

“And how did that go?” He bit his lip and turned his head to his darkened computer screen as if there was something important on it while avoiding my questioning gaze.

“That good, huh?”

“It wasn’t terrible. It just wasn’t the best or what they had expected. This was supposed to be the turnaround we needed to impress them and keep the client.” Every word out of his mouth wasn’t the exact truth; arguing wasn’t worth it.

“Perhaps we can turn this around,” I said after a moment of consideration. It wouldn’t be easy, but I might be able to salvage this. I rubbed my bristly jaw, running through the possible options.

“What is your plan, Son?” he asked, hopefulness in his eyes as he gave me no damn time to fix his monumental fuckup. He was the damn owner of the ad agency. It should be his ideas not mine, but hell if he bothered to throw me a bone. We lived in a world of fast marketing. You could have images and campaigns marketed out in hours by influencers, but I was under the assumption that the perfume brand didn’t come to them to just get some social media bunny out to pimp their scent. Maybe that would come after a great brand run, but at the start it had to be traditional ads.

“What is the name of the perfume?” I asked, wondering how to spin this. As good as I was, I never liked marketing; that’s why I had a small team for that, and my company was tailored to private clientele with money to spend. Dealing with people wasn’t my thing; I worked behind the screen, far away from people as often as possible.

“Sugar Rush. Here it is.” He handed it to me. It came in a slender crystalline pink bottle. I popped off the cap and breathed in the sweet scent. The fragrance was a berry, sugary scent that I almost wanted on my tongue, but I didn’t think of food.

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