KING. IS. HERE!
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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.
Excerpt
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.
Darcy's Review
Violent, graphic, crude, suspenseful, powerful and moving! In other words, I
friggin LOVED it!
Just look at the ratings. 5 stars are being spat out left and right and for a very good reason. T.M. is a fantastic storyteller. Typos schmypos…I’m not a damn editor (obviously), I’m a lover of the written word and the world it takes me. I don’t have time to waste with a TBR that grows by the hour. KING was money and time well spent. The torrent of emotions I was flooded with from the very start until the last page I can’t even begin to explain, but I loved every moment.
I’m a firm believer that some people are natural born pessimists. They can’t help it, the poor things. They're the ones that wake up on what would seem to most people to be a GLORIOUS sunny day and complain that the sun is just too F’n bright. They choose to stay indoors because they see the one tiny fluffy white cloud in a mostly blue sky as a chance for rain. You know? Just negative NEGATIVE Nancy’s. These are the type of reviewers who read a book and hope that it fails. They cling to any minor thing that they don’t particularly like, search with a fine tooth comb for errors, point out minor details that they feel need to be challenged and base their entire review feeding off it. A ONE STAR….. you’ve got to be kidding me!! I know... I know… Reviews are opinions. To each their own and all that other namaste crap. A one-star is such a slap in the face and quite frankly I felt was given with the sole purpose to get a rise out of people. Well congrats! you’ve succeeded.
To you, I bow down. I’m obviously a simple minded person who thinks that King , a book with many layers, a complex, fantastically developed plot and totally relatable characters whom I couldn’t help but empathize with, warrants a 5 star rating. Forgive me for needing a different type of escapism that isn’t all rainbows, hearts and flowers but that is raw and dirty and more like reality. A book that made me feel alive and I’m not talking about in a warm and tingly way. To me, it was an absolute thrill ride but to you, it had too many angles.. I don’t know, maybe it isn’t me that is the simple-minded one.
Look, I’m not a girl who enjoys typical. I like angst in the books I choose to read. Relationships that don’t happen without a fight or struggle to get there. Insta-love is NOT for me. The more unpredictable the situations, the more grit and stank the better!
Ms. Frazier, props to you! You keep doing what you’re doing and let the majority of the ratings be your guide. Write the raw and ugly because you make it beautiful!
About the Author
Just look at the ratings. 5 stars are being spat out left and right and for a very good reason. T.M. is a fantastic storyteller. Typos schmypos…I’m not a damn editor (obviously), I’m a lover of the written word and the world it takes me. I don’t have time to waste with a TBR that grows by the hour. KING was money and time well spent. The torrent of emotions I was flooded with from the very start until the last page I can’t even begin to explain, but I loved every moment.
I’m a firm believer that some people are natural born pessimists. They can’t help it, the poor things. They're the ones that wake up on what would seem to most people to be a GLORIOUS sunny day and complain that the sun is just too F’n bright. They choose to stay indoors because they see the one tiny fluffy white cloud in a mostly blue sky as a chance for rain. You know? Just negative NEGATIVE Nancy’s. These are the type of reviewers who read a book and hope that it fails. They cling to any minor thing that they don’t particularly like, search with a fine tooth comb for errors, point out minor details that they feel need to be challenged and base their entire review feeding off it. A ONE STAR….. you’ve got to be kidding me!! I know... I know… Reviews are opinions. To each their own and all that other namaste crap. A one-star is such a slap in the face and quite frankly I felt was given with the sole purpose to get a rise out of people. Well congrats! you’ve succeeded.
To you, I bow down. I’m obviously a simple minded person who thinks that King , a book with many layers, a complex, fantastically developed plot and totally relatable characters whom I couldn’t help but empathize with, warrants a 5 star rating. Forgive me for needing a different type of escapism that isn’t all rainbows, hearts and flowers but that is raw and dirty and more like reality. A book that made me feel alive and I’m not talking about in a warm and tingly way. To me, it was an absolute thrill ride but to you, it had too many angles.. I don’t know, maybe it isn’t me that is the simple-minded one.
Look, I’m not a girl who enjoys typical. I like angst in the books I choose to read. Relationships that don’t happen without a fight or struggle to get there. Insta-love is NOT for me. The more unpredictable the situations, the more grit and stank the better!
Ms. Frazier, props to you! You keep doing what you’re doing and let the majority of the ratings be your guide. Write the raw and ugly because you make it beautiful!
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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