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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...
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.
Darcy's Review
ty·rant
noun
noun: tyrant; plural noun: tyrants
1. a cruel and oppressive ruler.
a person exercising power or control in a cruel, unreasonable, or arbitrary way
You think you may know, but you have no idea. Tyrant , as expected, was FANTASTIC! Just as good if not even better than King! Taking off from the powerful ending of King, Tyrant’s momentum instantly comes to life and barely slows down to take a breath. Taking the reader on an emotional journey that won’t soon be forgotten.
noun
noun: tyrant; plural noun: tyrants
1. a cruel and oppressive ruler.
a person exercising power or control in a cruel, unreasonable, or arbitrary way
You think you may know, but you have no idea. Tyrant , as expected, was FANTASTIC! Just as good if not even better than King! Taking off from the powerful ending of King, Tyrant’s momentum instantly comes to life and barely slows down to take a breath. Taking the reader on an emotional journey that won’t soon be forgotten.
“I told myself that it was the heat lightning flashing across the sky, charging the air around us. I told myself that is was because we were standing in the thick line of light that the full moon painted across the water that was making me want to reach out and touch the soft glow of his colorfully tattooed skin. Because it most certainly wasn’t the way I could practically see the flames dancing in King’s burning gaze as it penetrated my fucking soul. It couldn’t have been the way his quick breaths, stretching the fabric of his already tight wife-beater across his chest. Panting. He was panting”
-Doe
***And my panties were set on fire!!!
I’m not one to rehash an entire plot of a book or go into descriptive play by plays of certain or all characters. I would hate to ruin a single detail to the lucky reader's experience by giving anything away. And quite frankly, there are so many twists and jaw dropping revelations layered in Tyrant, I would be taking a HUGE risk trying to tip-toe around. What I will say is be prepared for one helluva exciting, shocking thrill ride. Plot and character development is some of the finest I’ve read. You’d have to be dead inside to have no emotional connection to Tyrant. You know from King that T.M. can write some graphic violent scenes, she makes no exceptions here. Loved every heart-pounding bloody moment!
In honor of completion, tonight it’s pancakes for dinner, “because….pancakes!”
R.I.P. Preppy
***Sidenote: BEST EPILOGUE EVER!!!
-Doe
***And my panties were set on fire!!!
I’m not one to rehash an entire plot of a book or go into descriptive play by plays of certain or all characters. I would hate to ruin a single detail to the lucky reader's experience by giving anything away. And quite frankly, there are so many twists and jaw dropping revelations layered in Tyrant, I would be taking a HUGE risk trying to tip-toe around. What I will say is be prepared for one helluva exciting, shocking thrill ride. Plot and character development is some of the finest I’ve read. You’d have to be dead inside to have no emotional connection to Tyrant. You know from King that T.M. can write some graphic violent scenes, she makes no exceptions here. Loved every heart-pounding bloody moment!
In honor of completion, tonight it’s pancakes for dinner, “because….pancakes!”
R.I.P. Preppy
***Sidenote: BEST EPILOGUE EVER!!!
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Meet T.M. Frazier
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 of working in real estate and new home construction, she decided it was finally time to stop pushing her dreams to the 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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