Blog Tour & Review: Soulless by T.M. Frazier

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PROLOGUE

I was mad at the world, at the whiskey for not being strong enough, at the drugs for not lasting long enough, at the fucking whores I banged for not getting me off when it was my fault my dick was fucking useless after a bucket of fucking blow. I went so far as to be pissed at random people on the street for laughing or smiling when I felt like I’d never be able to smile or laugh again.

How dare they?

How fucking dare they be move on with their lives like my friend hadn’t just died.

I was on the verge of losing what little sanity I had left when I rode out of Logan's Beach and set off to find a place, or places, where I could numb myself against the feelings that followed me from town to town, cheap motel to cheap motel, girl to girl, high to fucking high.

Then, this pink haired girl from the past came barreling into my life and it was like for the first time, I’d found a purpose. A real genuine purpose and not just some shit Chop spewed out as orders that I and every other member of the Beach Bastards took as bible, but a true reason to live again.

To WANT to live again.

Someone to live for.

Ti was my chance at some sort of real happiness when Lord fucking knows I had no idea what that really was before her. The only glimpses of real genuine happiness I'd ever had came courtesy of Preppy, King, and of course Grace. Like when King tattooed us for the first time and we loved them, even though they were crooked and downright fucking awful. Like when Grace made me my very first birthday cake. Like the time King Prep and I sat at the top of the water tower and thought the world was ours to take.

Because at that time, it was.

Then there was Ti and my new happiness became the first time I saw her smile. The first time I kissed her. The first time I tasted her pussy by the fire. The first time she let me inside of her, shamelessly pushing through her virginity in a frantic need to make her mine.

Because that's what she was.

That's what she would always be.

And I will kill every motherfucker who dares to try and take her from me.

Mine.

Review: 

This book, Soulless, book 4, the finale to Bear and Thia's epic love story is raw, gritty, sensual, violent, emotional, electric and so much more.  T.M. Frazier, you have definitely raised the bar with this one.  Soulless contains many plot twists that you never expect. Which is one of the many things I love about T.M. Frazier's writing style.  She keeps you guessing, yelling at your reading device; hoping that someone hears you.  Soulless contains some violence, however; in my opinion, the violence is much less than the books prior. In true Frazier fashion,  she romanticizes the view point on life that these clubs and its members live in.  You are also introduced to a few new characters, which I'm sure you will love.  There is one in particular, Rage, that girl, is not what you would expect!  Anyhow....back to the story...<3 

SOULLESS:  Those without a soul...where do the soulless go? Some may think hell.  Others have a different idea.  However, I know where they go.  They go to Chop.  He is the keeper of lost souls until a greater being determines the return.  When we meet up with Bear, he is fighting the fight of his life.  He and Thia are trying to remain strong, doing their best to support one another the best they can while figuring out how to win this war and protect those that they love. 

“Until you, I felt like nothing. I was nothing. You gave me everything and I plan to do the same for you. You’re too good for me, but I plan to make that up to you with how good I’m going to be for you. With you. Because of you.” 

With Bear and Thia's love being the focal point of the book, you catch a glimpse into their past lives.  Additionally, you get to see flashbacks into Grace's life.  This allows you to better understand Grace...  The picture that is painted is not pretty.  However, I believe that everyone is dealt hand in life.  It is up to you how you play that hand.  Do you fold or do you turn it into something else?  Bear did just that.  He overcame the bad hand and came out of it much stronger, fought his way back to a life he loved, and with all the special loved ones in it, and a few SURPRISES along the way.  

“Love isn’t about wanting a hero, it’s about wanting to be one for the other person.” 

In closing, this entire book is POETIC!  The epilogue is full of love and compassion...solidifying Bear and Thia's relationship and place in society as a couple.  As you prepare for closure, you are left with astonishment and shock simultaneously!  Through the confusion and dismay, questions form and are left unanswered!  To be continued...

5 Stars <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

Lynn ~ Sassy Southern Book Affair 

About the Author:

T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and young daughter. When she's not writing she loves talking to her readers, country music, reading, and traveling. Her debut novel, The Dark Light of Day was published in September of 2013 and when she started writing it she intended for it to be a light beachy romance. Well...it has a beach in it!

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Blog Tour & Review: Undo Me by Author M. Robinson

Undo Me: The Good Ol’ Boys

By Best Selling Author M. Robinson

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I met her when I was sixteen.

I fell in love with her when I was seventeen.

She brought me to my knees when I was twenty.

I loved her against reason.

I loved her against hope.

I loved her against all odds.

Now she's back, a constant reminder of what I lost, what could have been.

I hate her.

I resent her.

I still love her.

Can I forgive her...

Will she be my end once again or my beginning?

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He pulled back a little, resting his forehead on mine to look into my eyes. To cripple me in ways I never thought possible. There was a hunger in his glare that I couldn’t quite place, he wasn’t even touching me and yet I still felt him all over. Both of us were panting, our breathing mirroring one another’s, our hearts escalating higher and higher and beating beside each other.

So intense.

So consuming.

So mind-blowing.

In that second, in that minute, in that hour… I wanted him.

I wanted his touch, I wanted his kiss, I wanted his taste, I wanted all his movements, all his adoration and his love, all his devotion, his laugh, his smile, everything, anything.

Every. Last. Part.

Him.

I reached for the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling it away from his body and he let me. I touched the pulse of his neck, down to his heart, passed his taut abs until I reached his belt. The warmth and velvetiness of his skin made my sex clench and my stomach flutter. The butterfly feeling never got old. It was becoming one of my favorite feelings.

A feeling only he could ignite in me.

I gasped when he unexpectedly gripped my hand, stopping me.

“Are you sure?” he huskily rasped, my favorite sound in the world.

Before I could assure him, tell him what I felt so deeply in my heart, tell him how much he meant to me, how much I wanted to be his and only his, how much I wanted him to undo me.

Own me.

He hoarsely murmured against my lips, “Suga’ once I start there will be no going back. I won’t stop until I’ve explored every last inch of your flesh… until I’m etched so far into your heart that you’ll never be able to touch your skin and not feel me.”

With wide eyes I swallowed hard and breathed out, “Promise?”

“Always.”

He let go of my hand and I unclasped his belt, next were his slacks, pulling them apart and lowering the zipper. Before I could touch him where I really wanted to, where I had been craving since the second I saw him in his black tuxedo, he slapped my hand away.

“This isn’t about me. This is about you.”

His gaze set me on fire, my heart kicked into overdrive. I loved having him look at me like that. Knowing I never wanted him to stop looking at me in that way, the way that made me feel like we were the only two people in the world, like I was the only girl in the world. He had my heart in his hands, to do what he pleased with.

I knew right then and there that I would never be able to go without him.

He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss me. The second his tongue touched mine, it turned into its own moment, its own creation, its own world. His body fell forward and mine backward, pushing me further into my mattress. My legs spread wider and he readily lay in between them, placing all his weight on his arms that were cradling my face. The room was dim, but I could sense him everywhere and all at once.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Aubrey. So damn beautiful,” he groaned into the side of my neck as he placed soft kisses down to my cleavage and toward my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth as his hand caressed my other breast, leaving me withering beneath him. Chills running up and down my waiting body. My back arched off the bed, wanting more and he obliged. I could feel his erection on my wet core as he purposely moved his hips, grinding against my heat, creating a delicious tingling that I felt all over.

I sucked in my bottom lip to conceal the moan that was about to escape.  

“Darlin’, I want you to make every fucking noise possible. Do you understand me?”

I moaned in response and it earned me a forceful yet tender caress of his hand against my clit. He manipulated my bundle of nerves and within minutes my legs started to shake and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. He effortlessly made his way down my body, pushing his fingers into my opening and sucking on my nub in a back and forth motion.

My hands immediately gripped his hair and he grunted in satisfaction. I couldn’t take it anymore, the room started to spin and my breathing faltered.

“Hmm… ah… mmm…” I exhaled.

The next thing I knew, he was kissing me, and I tasted myself all over his mouth. It was intoxicating as much as it was arousing. He knew my body better than I did, spending hours upon hours exploring it until he memorized every last curve.

I heard a rustling of some sort and opened my eyes to see that he was opening a condom as he kicked off his slacks and boxer briefs. I watched with fascinated eyes as he rolled it up his big, hard cock, barely being able to contain my need for his body to once again be on top of mine. 

He kissed me again, giving me exactly what I craved and placed the tip of his dick at my opening.

“I love you,” he whispered in between kissing me.

“I love you, too. More than anything,” I murmured, not breaking our kiss and eye contact.

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Review:  

Undo Me is the third book in the Good Ole’ Boys Series by M. Robinson.  I want to say that her writing has no boundaries; it allows her to cross over from erotica to contemporary romance with ease.  I’m sure that is no small feat.  When reading Dylan and Aubrey’s story, I can’t put my thoughts into words.  You simply have to read it.  I will tell you this…get ready to feel anger, confusion, hurt, love, elation, angst…you name it and it’s in there.  I’m not going to make a choice of my favorite book in the series but let me put it this way…Complicate Me and Undo Me are neck in neck.  I don’t like to walk away from a book when I’m in the moment but I couldn’t see the words through my tears, no matter how much I wiped them away. 

Dylan and Aubrey’s story begins in high school.  So many of us can relate to having a friend who gets used.  You stand up for said friend to the guy who treated her badly only to find out that you have chemistry with him.  And so the story begins… There were parts of the story that I didn’t see coming but knew there was going to be a major shift…you can just feel it and you want to say, “NO NO NO…” You get your chance to scream that in this book.  How would you deal with the things that happened to Aubrey?  Dylan?  Maybe they didn’t handle it the best way but what they did was handle it their way only to eventually…. I’m not telling you the rest!!  Read this book!!!  Undo Me is one book that will stay with you for weeks on end, never leaving your mind. 

M. Robinson…I love you, your writing has surpassed others in the same genre.  I’m so lucky to call you my friend!!!

I LOVE THIS SERIES, THIS BOOK, THIS AUTHOR!  KEEP PRODUCING M. ROBINSON. Oh, can I please have the next book?  I really really really need it!! 

*****5 STARS

~Lynn

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Blurb

When Sophie Jameson first became a domme at Club 1740, it was more out of 

financial necessity than it was for personal pleasure and sexual exploration. But over 

the years as she rocked her leather corsets and boots while wielding every crop and 

flogger imaginable, she grew to love the thrill and adulation that her clients brought 

her. But all along, her path in life and her heart was with a different profession—one 

she was planning to embark on at the summer’s end.

And then he changed everything. Tall, dark, impossibly built—William was the 

complete opposite of whatever image a male sub conjured up. After all the subs, 

Sophie finally felt true lust and desire. Although he was the proud stallion who 

needed breaking, he became the one to make her break all her rules and let down all 

her walls.

But it was just supposed to be for that one night, but an accidental encounter days 

later outside Club 1740’s protected walls had the two seeing each other in a different 

light—as simply Sophie and William, not Domme and sub. While they should have 

parted ways, they couldn’t. While they should never have gone back to her place, 

they did.

And that simple mistake has a serious price for both of them.

Subordination Excerpt #1

Keeping his head bowed, he asked, “Mistress, will you give me the honor of pleasuring you?”

“No.”

“But why?”

I swept my hands to my hips. “Are you being insubordinate with me?”

“No, mistress. I just wish you would consider my offer.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I want to please you. I want to make you come as hard as you made me.”

“Sorry. The answer is still no,” I replied as I took the rope over to the sink to be disinfected.

When I turned around, surprised filled me at the sight of William on his feet again. His gaze still remained averted from mine. “Look at me,” I commanded.

He raised his eyes to stare at me full on as I walked back over to him.  Although he was trying to mask it, I could tell he was hurt by my refusal. “I want you to understand that it’s not you—you didn’t do anything to displease me. I don’t receive pleasure from any of my subs.”

“You should,” he insisted.

Cocking my head at him, I said, “You should remember how to talk to your mistress.”

Instead of appearing apologetic, he took a step forward. “May I at least kiss you?”

As I gazed at his earnest expression, I didn’t see what it could hurt. “Fine. A kiss and then you go on your merry little way.” I poked a finger into his breastbone. “And you tip me well.”

William smiled. “Yes, Mistress.”

I stood toe to toe with William and tilted my chin. “Kiss me,” I instructed.

He dipped his head, and he closed his eyes. At the slight brush of his lips against mine, a shiver of anticipation shot down my spine. I felt like I was thirteen again with a boulder of anxiety in my stomach as the boy I liked kissed me behind our barn. When he deepened the kiss, he brought his arms around me, molding me to him. The kiss was everything—passionate, intimate, and affectionate. It felt like rediscovering a lost emotion—a lost part of me.   

Needing more, I sucked his tongue inside my mouth. The moment I gave him the green light, a switch flipped inside William. The reverent way his mouth had worshipped mine was replaced with a desperate conquering. His tongue battled along with mine, sucking, licking, devouring. An ache began to build between my thighs, and I pressed my hips against William’s.  

His hand left the small of my back to wrap around my braid. He tugged on it, pulling me back to look at him. “I want to taste every part you, not just your mouth.”

Breathless from our exertions, it took me a moment to find my voice. “I told you I don’t do that.”

“Why should you deny yourself?”

Staring into his handsome face, I wondered the same thing. All these years, I’d never taken any pleasure for myself. There had been subs I’d been attracted to like Owen. Not all of them were interested in reciprocating pleasure, but many were. And I told them all no.

As I stood molded against William’s warm, overpowering body like a second flesh, I didn’t want to argue anymore. I wanted to let go. I was a twenty-four year woman who had pretty much sacrificed her life for work, school, and her family. I couldn’t remember the last time an orgasm hadn’t come from a vibrating device.

Dipping his head, William’s breath was warm against my ear. “Please let me make you come.”

At the thought of what his mouth could do on my pussy, I whispered, “Yes.”

Review

Can you say loved?  Yes, I loved this book.  I loved the fact both characters let go of inhibitions and let each other feel, want, and desire each other.  Sophia, aka Mistress Juliette, worked as a Domme at Club 1740.  Her job allowed her to fulfill her educational endeavors without having tons of student loans.  However, until Sophie's last night at 1740, she had never gotten off by her submissive.  That one night, a chance meeting, put herself and William, into a new place.  A new opportunity that allowed her to have a relationship with a man who allowed her to be who she was.  The connection between them was really electric and sizzling...you felt it, it was palpable.  HOT!!!  Sophie and William decided to allow this relationship to develop and see where it would go.  Until, a meeting happened, that wouldn't allow them to be together....get the book and find out where this goes.  

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4.5 Stars

~Lynn 

Subordination Excerpt

In the distance, a figure crested the hill on his way down from the mountain. Something about the man appeared familiar. Over the years of running at the park, I was used to seeing fellow running acquaintances. But as the incredibly built man grew nearer, my stomach lurched. Oh no, this wasn’t possible. I couldn’t literally be running into someone I’d been in a scene with the night before. In the five years I’d worked at 1740, I had never, ever run into a client.

We were within a few feet of each other when he gave a complimentary nod of hello. Then he literally skidded to a stop, sending bits of gravel flying around us. Just as I started to pass him, acknowledgement of who I truly was flashed on his face.

FUUUUUCK I screamed in my head. With everything I had in me, I raced ahead.

“Mistress Juliette?” he called.

Those two little words from his mouth send me tripping over a limb. As I sprawled onto the ground, my knees bumped along the uneven terrain. Once I came to a stop, pain raged all through my body, although it was excruciatingly centralized in my right ankle.

I rolled into a sitting position and brought my hand to my tennis shoe. “Fuck,” I muttered. It was to address both the pain and the fact that a shadow had crossed over me. A bulky shadow belonging to the only sub I had ever let myself go with.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, Mistress.”

My gaze spun wildly around the clearing. “Stop calling me that!” I hissed.

“I’m sorry. Are you all right?”

Damn, that voice of his. Momentarily forgetting my ankle, I could feel myself growing wet just from the deep timbre, not to mention how sexy his concern was.

“No, actually, I’m not.” I jerked my gaze from my foot up to his handsome face. “My ankle is throbbing like a mother fucker, not to mention I’m mortified as hell I just busted my ass right in front of you.”

The corners of his lips fluttered, and I could tell he was fighting the urge not to laugh at me. Without a word, he knelt down beside me. “Let me take a look.”

I jerked my foot away from his overeager hands, which caused me to wince from the pain. “I think you’ve done enough already.”

Cocking his dark brows at me, he said, “My mistress’s health and well-being is always my upmost concern.”

I fought the urge to smack him and not so he could get off on it. “Here’s a newsflash for you. We are not in 1740 anymore, Toto, so this whole sub taking care of his mistress bullshit isn’t going to fly.”

“I’m not in to dog play,” he countered, with a wink.

“Yeah, well, last time I checked, you’re not sporting my collar, so I’m not your mistress.”

“Ouch, you really bring out the claws when you’re hurting, don’t you?” When I opened my mouth to lay into him again, he brought a finger over my lips. “Quit your bitching, and let me check out your ankle, okay?”

“Are you a doctor or paramedic in real life?”

He smiled, causing those delicious dimples of his to pop out. “No, not quite.”

“Then how do I know you’re actually qualified to look at my ankle and not just wanting to cop a feel of my foot?”

With a chuckle, he replied, “Don’t have a foot fetish either.”

As he slid my tennis shoe off, I hissed. “Answer the question.”

“Easy now,” he murmured.

“What qualifies you to look at my ankle?” I demanded.

“I used to be a football coach.”

“Professional?”

He laughed. “No, high school.”

“Oh,” I murmured.

“Yeah, you bandage at least one sprained ankle every game.” He glanced up at me. “Yours doesn’t feel sprained, but it’s definitely swollen. I have a first aid kit in my truck. I can bandage it for you.”

I eyed him suspiciously. As a submissive, I knew he truly subscribed to the code of conduct that his mistress always came first. But we weren’t in the club, and although club management did background checks that rivaled the FBI, he was still a stranger to me. Well, a stranger who I’d seen naked and bent over a spanking horse.

Knowing that I didn’t really have a choice, I huffed out a frustrated breath. “Okay, fine. I’ll let you take care of my ankle.”

“Try not to sound so excited about it, okay?” William said with a teasing expression.

About the Author

Katie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter, Olivia, and her two very spoiled dogs. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.

With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.

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