KING. IS. HERE!
NOW AVAILABLE
Blurb
Homeless, hungry and desperate enough to steal, Doe has no
memories of who she is or where she comes from.
A notorious career criminal just released from prison,
King is someone you don’t want to cross unless you’re prepared to pay him back
in blood, sweat, pu$$y or a combination of all three.
King’s future hangs in the balance. Doe’s is written in
her past. When they come crashing together, they will have to learn that
sometimes in order to hold on, you have to first let go.
Warning: This book contains graphic violence, consensual
and nonconsensual sex, drug use, abuse, and other taboo subjects and adult
subject matter. Although originally slated to be a standalone, KING is now a
two part series.
My Review:
So I know now why it took T.M. Frazier so long to write King..I mean seriously this book is off the freaking charts with its fabulousness...yes i just said that word. I am absolutely in love with Brantley King...yep I'm claiming him as mine. I claim a lot of book boyfriends, I can't help it. I may be a #bookboyfriendthief
Meet King, the bad boy, the cave man, the alpha, the I want to lick him from head to toy man. No seriously if I could jump inside this book I'd lick him. He's done time. He isn't ashamed, he's not even guilty, remorse..he shows none. Until the day she walks in to his welcome home party.
Doe is unlike any girl you'll ever know. When she comes to King's party she's literally on her last leg. She's pretty in the girl next door way.
Too bad she doesn't know who she is, and King is the man who doesn't care one way or the other. He know's what he wants, and what he wants is Doe.
Excerpt #1 (Not previously released)
“Hey there,”
a deep voice rumbled against my ear.
When I turned around, I was eye level with a wall of leather with white patches
sewn into it. One read VICE PRESIDENT and the other, BEACH BASTARDS. The man
wearing the vest had long blonde hair that draped over to one side of his head,
revealing the shaved area beneath. He had a beard, not stubble, a full-on beard
that was a few inches long and very well groomed. He stood well over six feet,
his frame lean yet very cut and muscular. I couldn’t tell what color his eyes
were because his lids hung heavy and were slightly reddened. His entire neck
was covered with colorful tattoos and when he went to light a cigarette I noticed
that the backs of both of his hands and were covered in ink as well.
“Hey,” I answered back, trying to assert my newly found false confidence.
He was beyond attractive. He was gorgeous. If I had to end up in someone’s bed,
I imagined that being in his wouldn’t be half-bad. He sniffled, drawing
attention to the light dusting of white powder trapped in his nostrils.
“They call me Bear. You belong to anyone?” he asked seductively, leaning in
toward me.
“Maybe…you?” I winced at my choice of words. Of all the fucking things I could
have said, THAT was what came to mind? Stupid fucking mouth. Nikki was right. I
spoke first and thought second.
Bear chuckled. “I’d love that, beautiful, but I got something else in mind.”
“Oh, yeah? What would that be?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light although
my mind and heart were racing.
“This party? It’s for my buddy. And he was down here for a total of thirty
minutes before he hightailed it upstairs to drown himself in a bottle of Jack.
He’s like a cat in a tree, can’t seem to talk him down. It’s understandable,
seeing as he’s been away a while, but I figure you can help me out.”
He hooked his finger into the front of my skirt and slowly dragged me toward
him until my nipples were flush up against his chest. He pressed his fingers
into the skin right above my public bone and I resisted the urge to jump back
by biting down on my bottom lip.
“The BBB’s have never really been his thing.” He paused when he saw the
confused look on my face at his abbreviation. “Beach Bastard Bitches.” He
explained. “But you? You’re new. You’re different. You’ve got this cute little
innocent thing going on, but I know you’re not or you wouldn’t be at this kind
of party if that was your deal. I’m thinking he’ll like you.” Bear brushed his
lips against the side of my neck. “So maybe you go up there. Make him happy for
me. Make little him happy by wrapping those gorgeous lips around his cock for a
while. Then when you’re done, bring him back down here to civilization. And
maybe later, if you’re a good girl and do what you’re told, we can go back to
the clubhouse and have some real fun.” He grazed his teeth along my earlobe.
“Think you can you do that for me?”
“Yeah, yeah I can do that,” I said. My skin prickling from his touch. And I
could do it.
I think.
“What’s your name anyway?” Bear’s hand slowly traveled up the back of my leg,
pushing up my skirt, it came to rest on my ass cheek, which was then exposed to
anyone who might have been looking in our direction.
“Doe. My name is Doe,” I breathed.
“Fitting.” He said with a chuckle. “Well, my innocent looking little Doe.” Bear
leaned in close and surprised me by planting a soft kiss on the corner of my
mouth. His lips were soft, and he smelled like laundry detergent mixed with
liquor and cigarettes. I was just beginning to think that the kiss meant that
he’d changed his mind and didn’t want me to send me away to his friend, but no
such luck. He pulled away abruptly and turned me around by my shoulders so that
I was facing the stairs. He swatted me on my ass, propelling me forward. “Up
the stairs you go, sweetheart. Last room at the end of the hallway. Be good to
my boy, and me and you will get to play later.” He sealed his words with a wink
and as I made my way up the stairs I turned back and flashed him a fake smile.
I hoped the guy at the end of the hallway was like Bear, because then maybe it
wouldn’t be so bad.
Then a thought hit me that had me fighting back the tears that sprung from my
eyes with a sudden force that almost took me to my knees.
I’d officially sold myself, and the price was far more than any dollar amount.
Excerpt #2
“I hate
the way you made me feel. Well, most of the time.” I spat. I was tired of
dancing around the truth. “I hate the confusion you bring into my already
confused life. I need this back and forth shit to end.” I took a deep breath.
“I can’t take it anymore. You like me. You hate me. You like me. You want to
kill me. You want to fuck me. You want me to stay. You want me to live.
My head is fucking spinning over here.” My buzz faded faster than the
setting sun. "You should leave. I don't want you here," I added.
"I
know. I don't care." King said.
"Oh,
I’m fully aware that you don’t care. That I know.”
"You
don't know shit, Pup." King barked.
"Oh
yeah? So you didn't just spend the entire night at the carnival all over me,
saying sweet shit to me, making me feel like this stupid thing between us is
something more than just a stupid thing, only to whip out your dick with
someone else the very first chance you got? Go back to the fucking house, King.
Go back to that girl. I hope she's everything you wanted.”
"I can't,"
King said evenly.
"Why
not? Seemed easy for you before."
"Because,
Pup, I can’t because I don't want to. No matter how hard I try to fight this,
I'm drawn to you. You think I like this back and forth shit? You think you’re
the only one who’s fucking confused here?" He shook his head like he
couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. "I'm drawn
to you," he repeated turning my chin up to him.
“What do
you expect? Am I supposed to fall at your feet and thank you for being ‘drawn
to me’?” Not only was he confusing, he was fucking infuriating. "Drawn to
me? You're drawn to me! Well, let me just take off my fucking panties then, and
let's do this shit. Yeah, you were really drawn to me. Tell me something, KING. Do most first dates end with the
guy getting sucked off by another girl? I mean, I've never been on one, so you
tell me. I could be wrong here. Because if the answer is yes, then this date
has gone fucking swimmingly!"
"I'm...FUCK!
“You think you know everything but you don’t. All you do is run those pretty
lips of yours and expect me to be able to just give into you!” King threw his
hands up in the air. “You make me fucking crazy, you know that!" he
shouted.
"I
make YOU crazy? How the fuck do you think I feel? Most of the time I don't know
if you want to kill me or fuck me!" I screamed, every single word he spoke
ignited my anger until it wasn’t something I could even begin to hold back.
King had
the audacity to actually smile. He leaned forward and whispered seductively
against my cheek, "Can't I want both, Pup?"
I pulled
back and stood up.
"NO!
You can't! And stop calling me, Pup. It's a stupid fucking name. I'm not your
fucking pet!"
I paced
the dock. My rage was at a boiling point I couldn't turn off. This was his
fault. He’d made me into this lunatic.
King
stood and grabbed my face with both hands, forcing me to look at him. "Yes
you are," he said, as he lowered his lips and brushed them softly against
mine in a move so gentle, so unlike him, it took me a few seconds before I registered
what was happening.
Then, my
anger returned, in full force. Using both my hands, I pushed against his chest
until he had no choice but to release me.
"Fuck
you! You don't want to keep me!" I shouted over my shoulder as I made my
way to the front of the house and started down the gravel driveway. "Do
you think I’m stupid? You wouldn't be getting your jollies while I'm in the
next room if it was me you wanted."
A large
hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
"Let
go of me!" I shouted.
"Listen,
Pup. I’ve tried it your way. I tried gentle just now, but you didn't listen.
Now, we're going to do it my way, and you're going to fucking listen. Don't
make me have to cuff you again." He warned.
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Excerpt #2
King
Tattooing
Doe was the single most erotic moment of my life. Marking her perfect, pale
skin with a tattoo I'd designed for her made me so fucking hard I had to adjust
myself every thirty seconds in order to concentrate on my work.
When I
was done, I handed her the hand mirror, and she walked over to the full-sized
mirror that hung on the back of the door, like she'd seen dozens of my other
clients do before. When she held up the hand mirror, she gasped.
"What?"
I asked in a panic, hoping she didn't already see what I'd hidden in the
tattoo. I was an asshole for putting it there. I was an asshole for tattooing
her in the first place.
I was
just an asshole.
But I
couldn't help myself. My name needed to be on her. It wasn’t enough just to
call her mine. I needed to mark her as well. So hidden in the vine work under
the quote I found that I thought was perfect for her, was my name.
KING was
woven into the design. In order to see
it you had to tilt your head or otherwise you wouldn't notice it. But it was
there.
I would
tell her eventually of course, but I wanted it to be my secret for a while.
She'd stopped being my possession a while ago, a lot longer before I cared to
admit, but I still felt the need to mark her as mine.
I still
liked the idea of owning her.
Only now,
she owned me, too.
She
didn't notice the name. Tears filled her eyes. She stood there staring at the
hand mirror in just her panties. Little cheeky ones where her ass hung out of
the bottoms. Her tits were only inches from my face. Her tears of happiness
made my dick twitch. Although her sad tears evoked the same response.
My dick
wasn't partial to which kind of tears he liked.
I took
the mirror from her hand and lifted her up onto the counter. "You like
it?" I asked, pushing her panties down her legs.
"I
love it," she panted, wrapping her legs around me, drawing me close. Her
wetness soaking my boxers. I pushed them down with one hand. I'd been hard for
three hours, the entire time I’d been working on her, and couldn't wait any
longer. I pushed inside her tight, wet heat.
We both
moaned at the contact.
"You
love it?" I asked, needing to hear her say it again.
"Yes,
I love it!" she said as I thrust up into her, hard. "I love it. So
much. I love you."
I froze
when I heard the words, and when I did, her eyes flung open.
"I
didn't mean—"
"Shut
the fuck up."
"Oh
my god, I have that word vomit thing. I’m sorry. Shit, I just meant that—"
"Shut
the fuck up!" I demanded, thrusting hard to get her attention. She closed
her eyes, and her head fell back. "That's fucking better. Now, keep that
pretty mouth of yours shut while I fuck you."
"Okay,"
she whispered, breathless.
"Shut
up," I said again, and she closed her mouth. "Shut up so I can fuck
you…and show you how much I love you."
She
nodded and although her eyes stayed shut, a tear rolled down her cheek. I
sucked it off her chin before it could fall to the floor.
Then, I
fucked her.
Hard.
I showed
her how much I loved her until I couldn't tell where I started and she began.
Until all that was in that room was me and her and the thing between us that
kept pulling us together like magnets. Until we were lost in sensations and
orgasms.
And in
each other.
I fucked
her until we were one person, and in a way we were, because I'd lost myself
along the way and I found myself again in the most unlikely place.
I'd found
myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was.
Or maybe,
we didn't find each other at all.
Maybe, we
just decided to be lost together.
About the Author:
T.M. (Tracey
Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and three
feisty fur kids.
She attended
Florida Gulf Coast University where she specialized in public speaking. After
years working in real estate and new home construction, she decided it was
finally time to stop pushing her dreams to the back burner and pursue writing
seriously.
In the third
grade she wrote her very first story about a lost hamster. It earned rave
reviews from both her teacher and her parents.
It only took
her twenty years to start the next one.
It will not
be about hamsters.
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