Sugar Rush

SUGAR RUSH KILLERS AND KINGS BOOK THREE LEIGH KELSEY This book is for everyone who wasn’t scared off by the dedication in book one. You’re my kind of crazy, and I’m so grateful you found my books. This book was written, produced, and edited in the UK where some spelling, grammar and word usage will vary from US English. Copyright © Leigh Kelsey 2023 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without the prior written permission of the author The right of Leigh Kelsey to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 * * * www.leighkelsey.co.uk Want an email when new books release - and four freebies? Join here https://bit.ly/LeighKelseyNL Or chat with me in my Facebook group: Leigh Kelsey’s Paranormal Den * * * Cover by Temptation Creations Created with Vellum THREE FREEBIES FOR YOU Fancy some freebies? I’ll send you three when you join my newsletter! I promise never to spam you, and I rarely send more frequently than once a fortnight so you won’t be overloaded with emails. Join here: http://bit.ly/LeighKelseyNL CONTENTS 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 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Epilogue Two Epilogues Are Better Than One Bet You Thought That Was The Last Epilogue About Leigh Kelsey Find these other books by Leigh Kelsey! Notes BLURB * * * I'm caught between the devil and the deep blue serial killer… Well, he’s more green than blue. He’s also a lizard maniac determined to take over all of Hell. And with Taj fatally wounded, X kidnapped, and Dev so weak he’s in a coma, I’m more than caught. I’m falling apart—and so are Ark and Joseph. Eidolon won’t stop until he’s all-powerful, and he’s holding my mate as leverage to make me do his dirty work. If I don’t hand over a deadly relic, he’ll kill X. If I do, he’ll be unstoppable. There’s no way to win this violent game of cat and mouse. If I want to end him once and for all—and make sure he stays dead this time—I’ll have to risk everything. My sanity. My magic. My mates. And I’m not sure I can pay that price. Just think of cocktails on a private island when all this is over, Avie. Just think of cocktails. NOTE * * * The killers and kings are dark, twisted, and violent. Expect blood, murder, and torture in this series, as well as some very messed up steamy scenes, including rough play, cnc, dirty talk, size difference, degradation, dubc0n, claws, horns, unique equipment, and a touch of blood play. Please do not try any of this at home unless you’ve done your kink and sexual safety research, and never forget aftercare. Oh, and don’t kill people.1 If you like music with your books, Sugar Rush Ride by TOMORROW X TOGETHER pairs perfectly with sexy scenes and Sugar Rush by Kep1er is an ideal accompaniment to Avie’s fun, crazy shenanigans. Leigh x P.S. if you don’t want to snort your drink of choice while laughing, don’t read the footnotes. If you’re here for hilarity and crazy nonsense, go right ahead. 1 I wasn't proud of wiping my snot on a golden retriever's fur, but Tillie—full name Mutilation—didn't seem to mind. For hellhounds, Taj's pack of dogs were really sweet instead of the vicious, man-eating creatures I pictured all my life. Well, not all my life—just since I was eleven and learned about the world of demons and magic from my psychopath abductor.1 Blue whined, shoving his wet nose into the side of my face. I was such a mess already that I barely noticed the additional fluids on my cheek. "Hi, baby." I sniffled, my breaths a jagged, chaotic jumble in my chest. It had been like this for the past three days, since Eidolon drained Dev’s life force, stripping his devil title and power from him—not that we were telling the locals that little fact—stabbed Taj so brutally that he was barely, just fucking barely, clinging to life, and kidnapped my sweet psycho, X. Spending twenty-three hours of the day in the hospital with my injured mates was harrowing enough, but not knowing what was being done to X was so much worse. It was unbearable. I'd lost the complete ability to bear, along with the last shreds of my sanity. Not that I had many to begin with. Someone whined—Mary, maybe, or Teetee—and I cried. "Same." I allowed myself to wallow for another few minutes. I'd almost used up my sixty minutes—the single hour I allowed myself away from the hospital. Although calling it a hospital was a stretch—it was a dark, intimidating room at the back of Dev's keep, the back wall carved out of the cliff-face itself, with fire burning in torches along the walls and in a ring on the ceiling so the medics could see what they were doing. Medics was also a stretch. The word conjured images of calm, patient men, women with soothing bedside manners, or brusque battle-axes with hearts of gold. The medics at the keep had horns and glowing red eyes, or they were nine feet tall with the sort of muscles body-builders would dream of. And those were the women. But their thick skulls were full of knowledge about medicine and healing, and that was all I cared