King and
Pup are back in this exciting conclusion to the King Series by T.M. Frazier
releasing August 17th!
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Blurb
I. Remember. Everything.
Only now I wish I didn’t.
When the fog is sucked away from my mind like smoke through a vacuum, the truth that has been beyond my reach for months finally reveals itself.
But the relief I thought I would feel never comes, and I’m more afraid now than I was the morning I woke up handcuffed in King’s bed.
Because with the truth comes dark secrets I was never meant to know.
I will put the lives of those I love most at risk if I let on that my memory has returned, or if I seek help from the heavily tattooed felon who owns me body and soul.
I don’t know if I’m strong enough to resist the magnetic pull toward King that grows stronger every day.
He’s already saved me in more ways than one. Now it’s my turn to do whatever it takes to save him.
Even if that means marrying someone else…
Review
After reading King and having my heart removed from my body at the end I was desperate to get my hands on Tyrant. This book is a continuation of King. You will be able to pick right back up where you left off, emotions and all!!! Personally, I feel this book is way more than bad boy and a good girl (without a memory). This is a bad boy, huge heart who falls for a good girl. The bad boy had never had the opportunity to give his heart away and has never wanted to until Pup. They saved each other from going down a path that neither would be happy with. King would continue having his whores and Pup, aka Ray would fall back into "Not Living" or living for someone else.
Throughout this book I feel you get the answers to all your questions from the first book. Granted they seem to come in the second half of the book. Additionally, you get to see into Ray's life when she was the good Senator's daughter and definitely blinded by those around her. I totally loved the flashbacks as she relived moments of her life. Through all that, you could see her change.
I never expected to fall in love with King. My captor, my tormentor, my lover, my friend, my world.
Pup, Doe, or Ray, whomever you want to call her wanted answers and she wasn't going to take not knowing laying down. She fought for what she got, every single memory. She tried living and "fitting in" as she immersed herself into her former family. Finding herself and fitting in was living on the edge. It just didn't work...she couldn't go back to who she was and settle for less than LIVING. She knew who she was and who she wanted to be...better yet she knew who she wanted to be with...KING! He made her feel complete and happy and loved.
There was a wild part of me that flourished when I was with King. I liked who I was with him. I knew who I was with him. That part, the part that couldn't be controlled, belonged to King, and no matter where I was or what either of us were doing, no one could ever take that from me.
Brantley King, the bad boy with a huge heart!!! King knew what brotherhood meant, what it was to him and how to preserve it! He sacrificed everything for those he loved and felt a protectiveness over. He would do anything to keep them safe. He was ruthless!!!!
In this book you still get Preppy! I love Preppy and his quirkiness, his protectiveness, his means of survival.
We don't need those motherfuckers, Boss Man. Preppy chimed in. We got this shit. Well, we'd have this shit if I could hold my gun, or had a body, or was fucking alive. Then we would soon totally have this shit!!!
T.M. Frazier is an exceptional author, especially when it comes to the dark, gritty and raw stories, she excels. However the level of darkness, she still manages to make me feel, and makes her characters relatable and real. And there is always romance involved as well. This series really does have it all. Even though King and Pup’s story concluded in Tyrant, I’m sure we’ll see more of them in Bear’s book! I can’t wait for that one!!!
*****
5 Stars
~Lynn
Excerpt #1
He cupped my ass and lifted me up, wrapping my legs around
his waist. “There was one point I’d made the decision to tell you the truth. I
owed you that much. But then all the shit went down with Isaac and Preppy, so
when I made the deal with your father for Max, I thought I was doing you a
favor by giving you your life back and getting you out of all the shit that
came with being in mine.”
I squeezed my thighs around his waist, rubbing myself
against his hardness. I moaned. “But you weren’t giving me my life back.” I
corrected. I placed my palms on his cheeks and held his face in my hands,
searching for any sign in his eyes that what I felt for him might have been
wrong, but instead what I found was a resounding need to fix what was broken
between us. Tears formed in my eyes. “You were taking it away.” King’s lips
parted. He ran his thumb across my lower lip, turning his head he kissed his
way up my arm.
“Goosebumps,” King observed, running his fingertips across
my already stimulated skin. I bit my lip and stifled a moan.
“It’s just the heat," I lied.
"You've got that fucking right," King growled,
bending my wrist behind my back, his lips came crashing down over mine. We were
a tangling of lips, clanking of teeth, sloshing through the water to better
line ourselves up with each other. It wasn't pretty.
It was need.
"I’m still fucking mad at you for letting me go,” I
said into his mouth, while our tongues did things other parts of me throbbed to
do.
King stilled and held my face away from his, our chests
heaving in unison, my erect nipples rubbing against his hot hard skin as we
panted together. Our breaths mingled in the air. He ran his hand down the side
of my face and cupped my cheek in his palm. "I didn't give you away, Pup.
I released you."
I stilled. "You released me?" I couldn't hide
the hurt in my voice. For some reason, releasing me sounded worse than letting
me go.
King ran his tongue across the tip of my earlobe, holding
me tightly against his warmth. Chills ran down my spine and into my very core and
they had nothing to do with the temperature of the rain.
"I tried to release you, Pup. For Max. But
there was a major problem with that plan, and no matter what happened, it would
never have worked," King confessed.
"Why is that?" I asked, needing to know, but at
the same time acutely aware of the pulsing between my legs. Relief and release
was only a scrap or two of fabric away. Throbbing for me.
"The problem was…you never released me," King
growled, crashing his lips to mine. He moaned into my mouth when I rubbed
myself up against his straining erection. He pushed the fabric of my shorts
aside and the second he parted my folds with his index finger, I shuddered. He
plunged a long index finger inside of me, and for a second my eyes rolled back
in my head until he withdrew it. I cried out in frustration, wiggling myself
against him, needing him to make me feel anything other than empty.
Excerpt #2
King snarled. “You seem to have forgotten who the fuck I
am, Pup. So I'm going to remind you.” He pressed his hips against mine. “I'm
the man who took you against your will and handcuffed you to my fucking bed.
I'm the man who wanted you, so I fucking kept you." He cocked an eyebrow.
“Do you really think you have a choice when it comes to being mine?"
King lifted me onto the dresser and pushed himself between
my legs, forcing my legs apart. He held my wrists behind my back forcing my
shoulders backwards and pushing my chest into his. My dress rode up to the tops
of my thighs. King pushed a strand of hair behind my ears and leaned in to me,
his lips just a breath away from mine. The room was getting hot. I couldn't
breathe. I needed...I don't know what I needed. "No more questions."
I opened my mouth to argue. "Stop fucking
talking," he snapped.
King lifted me off the dresser and carried me and set me
down in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. He stood
behind me. A head taller than me and outweighing me by a hundred pounds, our
differences had never been more obvious. His dark jeans and dark tank top were
a stark contrast to my little white eyelet sundress. My pale skin next to his
tanned. My white hair to his black. It was a sight that made my knees weak.
Because although the reflection in the mirror made our differences obvious, it
also made me see how well the two fit together.
Haven’t read this series
yet?
Meet King & Pup in King
(Book One)
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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