A sugary welcome to the Blog Tour for The Sugar Game by Ashley Brown!
For today’s tour I got an excerpt (From Chapter 2), and also book/author information. Be sure to also check out the Blog Tour Schedule at the bottom to see who else is in this fun tour~
Let’s get started~
Sugar Daddy websites, promising young women money, fun and independence are among the fastest growing sites on the internet.
But what really goes on? Is there a dangerous reality below the surface?
The Sugar Game is a novel that takes readers behind the curtain and into the lives of two young women who rush headlong into the world of the ‘sugar baby’. And once they are in, can they get out again?
∙ Jessica and Holly arrive in the bright lights of London with a thirst for the highlife and hunger for adventure. Joining a Sugar Daddy website gives them the glamour and freedom that they crave. They discover that the romance and opulence of the lifestyle are real, but so are the risks.
∙ Ashley Brown is an author and writing coach. Her first highly praised book Job Slut was based on her own fear of career commitment and, like The Sugar Game, reflects her interest in the
adventure of life and the choices of young women in the playground of London.
∙ A novel based on a massive real-world trend that is happening right now. The Sugar Game is cultural phenomenon that most of us never notice but is all around us. And we may well know people who are secretly involved…
Jessica and Holly don’t want love, they want independence. They don’t want predictable, they want adventure. They don’t want a relationship they want to play.
Jessica and Holly’s friendship was inevitable as sunrise and hungry for life beyond sleep, eat and repeat, they land in the bright lights of London.
When Holly stumbles across a sugar-baby dating website, a glamorous world of entertaining wealthy men lures them in. They make their own rules, choose an alias and the Sugar Game begins. Jessica’s pursuit of independence is rocked when Jerod, a workaholic scientist opens the door of her latest
date. Jessica’s mask slips as he loosens the grip on her stubborn heart. But when he pulls back, her insecurities flare, what is he hiding?
A shadowy figure from his mysterious past may have the answer. What he reveals locks Jessica into a dangerous conflict, putting her security on the line. Determined to find the truth, she battles between her heart and head.
Whatever choice she makes, this is not going to be easy. As rules get broken, will the girls ever win the sweet futures they signed up for?
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ASHLEY BROWN is a London-based author and writing coach. Turning her back on a career in law led her to becoming a notorious jobslut, inspiring her first book, published in 2018. She has completed various writing courses with
Michelle Danner in LA and Faber & Faber. The Sugar game is her second novel. She believes a sense of humor is the only seatbelt required for a creative life, pursued with infectious optimism. Her writing is inspired by the rollercoaster of life, fueled by coffee and an insatiable sweet tooth.
Jerod Harris, room 501, Landmark hotel, nine p.m., let’s have that FM?”
I glanced down at my sugar phone. Rule number five of an SB: always have a separate number. Paying little attention to the cus- tomer complaining about something trivial at the other end of the phone, I replied without thinking: “It’s a date.” Jerod and I had been messaging on the sugar site for awhile. He had said he might be in London next week. I remember his intro had been simple and to the point, I scrolled through to find it. “I like you. Can we meet in London for some casual meetings? I like to keep my business and personal affairs discreet. Jerod Harris.” I had forgotten I had given him my number. This was the first time he texted. Had I spent a few more seconds digesting the details perhaps I would have declined, impulsiveness has a way of overriding your rules, sometimes. Nine was normally a little late for me, a girl needs her beauty sleep. I did know this hotel. It was over forty-five minutes by tube from where I lived which meant I wouldn’t be home until past midnight. On weekdays eleven p.m. was normally my self-imposed curfew. One thing you should not do as a professional sugar baby is to cancel a meet after one’s been confirmed. Sugaring wasn’t a place for casual drifters. Every girl had their own goals for becoming a SB. Few were hoping for their happily ever after. Holly and I agreed to enter with the mindset of a footballer: “Ok babe, let’s enjoy our time on the field. We are on the pitch for a short time, not a long time, so let’s do it properly. Have some fun and make it count.”
After a typical, long day at the office I was relieved to get home. A new Chloé bag sat next to the kettle. “Chick,” I called up the stairs.
“Be right down, gorgeous.” She skipped down the stairs, looking like a party, someone had a hot date tonight. Holly hit it big time in the lottery of looks. Silky brown hair, glowing chestnut eyes, baby skin, and could eat like a horse but still stay a perfect ten. “I have a GM at seven in Knightsbridge. Do you have time for a quick glass of vino?”
“It would be rude not to. I have a dinner, nine p.m. at the LM Hotel. I’m going to be tired for work tomorrow, that’s past my bedtime.”
“Turn up in sunglasses and say you could really do with a vacation.” We laughed, as Holly poured us both a glass of our favourite Chablis.
“A girl should never say no to an opportunity to travel.”
“A girl should never say no to an opportunity, full stop.” We clinked our wine glasses and gave each other the smile that told each other what really made our friendship so special.
“You look good. James?” I asked with a wink. He was a recent SD who had been putting smiles on her face and new handbags in our kitchen.
“Nooo, it’s a new GM. Pierce, I’m hoping Brosnan.” She raised a hopeful eyebrow.
“Here are my details, give me yours.” I scribbled down the place I was meeting Jerod and his profile. Holly and I were best friends come security guards. She drained her glass and headed off into the night. We had struck gold with finding the site we were on. Time was not an investment they took lightly. The profile application was thorough. It gave you at least some kind of intangible safety net, though the thrill of who you would meet next was what kept you there.
I got to the Landmark Hotel ten minutes ahead of schedule. Tardiness was bad etiquette. Rule number three of the sugar baby rules. I had offered to meet at the hotel’s Mirror Bar for a drink.
“Please come to the room. We can have drinks here.”
I understood discretion was important to him, it was a value I respected. I made a beeline for the lifts to take me straight to the room. The hotel wrapped around me like a cashmere blanket. The staff seemed to dance around like they were in a fairy tale. I floated past the picture-perfect Winter Garden restaurant. Indulgent luxury opened its wide arms making you feel at home. The Landmark was more than a hotel, it was art. One good thing about being an SB is it allowed me to combine two of my favourite things, interesting people and beautiful places. The lift glided me up five floors of the hotel. As I approached room 501, I had the usual last-minute butterflies in my stomach, my natural reaction to the intoxicating concoction of excitement and nerves. SB rule number seven was not to drink more than one glass of wine before a meet. Nobody wants conversation with someone slurring their words. If you wanted to be the best you had to play by the rules, or things might not end sweetly.
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