When I was ten, I was a naïve, shy girl. A girl who dreamed of sunsets and roller skates. Until my grandparents died. Then I found myself alone in the world. One bad thing after another seemed to find me but I dealt. I dealt because a man with a black leather jacket and ink from head to toe, told me how to survive this world. He told me that, sometimes, you have to get mean. And so, I embraced my mean. I hated it at first but as time went on, being mean became second nature. I rule my world, staying ahead, never stopping. You won't find anyone like me. I'm Jesse Miller and I'm one of a kind. I'm fine on my own. Fine. Perfect. Good. Until I'm not. When I found Jesse at ten years old, she was cute as a button and sweet as a jar of honey. I gave her a bit of advice to survive this world. I hated to be cynical, but she was in the foster care system. She needed to learn a little mean, otherwise, she would be eaten alive. Now, I've found her again and believe me, Jesse Miller isn't a little girl anymore. Seems she took my advice to heart. I may have created a monster. She's a dark-haired vixen with a wicked mind and sharp tongue. Jesse is very, very enticing. She thinks she can do it on her own. She doesn't have to. She has a family. A tribe. Me. She has me. Sugar and Skulls is a stand-alone novel. It is a dark romance, but I promise it does have a HEA. There is no cheating in this novel. It does contain dark content, including, but not limited to profanity, sexual abuse, and violence. It could possibly have triggers for some individuals.