KING. IS. HERE!
NOW AVAILABLE
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$$y or a combination of all three.
criminal just released from prison,
King is someone you don’t want to cross unless you’re prepared to pay him back
in blood, sweat, pu$$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.
. 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
REVIEW
Holy fudge sticks!!! This book, oh this book. I don't even really know where to start but I guess I'll start with a warning because who doesn't like a good warning eh? King is of the darker nature and may contain triggers for some people.... Heed my warning.... Don't read then complain because it's not all sunshine and puppies, I'm telling you now, it's a dark path. Not the darkest I've read but it's still there.
Doe is basically a walking empty shell. She doesn't know who she is, or why she exists, she only knows one thing, she must survive. My heart absolutely broke for Doe. To be so alone in the world, broken, homeless, hungry. To do just about anything just to keep herself from starving.
King, oh King, he was definitely a character. After one night where Doe and King's paths cross, Doe becomes stuck in the world of King. Sure she has shelter and food and all the basic necessities to live, but that comes with a price, that always comes with a price.
What happens when you fall in love with the devil himself? Would you do anything to fight for what you love? Or do you continue to run?
T.M Frazier did an amazing job at bringing all the feels. So many times my knuckles turned white from anger but in the next chapter she made the world right again. This is definitely a book that pulls you, it invests you in the characters, their lives, you love people you thought you'd never love, you cry for people you thought you'd never cry for. KING has a bit of everything for start to finish, it's action packed and will have you turning the pages until there are no more to turn. Add in some amazing side characters, and you have a recipe for success.
#LongLiveTheKing
5 Stars!
Holy fudge sticks!!! This book, oh this book. I don't even really know where to start but I guess I'll start with a warning because who doesn't like a good warning eh? King is of the darker nature and may contain triggers for some people.... Heed my warning.... Don't read then complain because it's not all sunshine and puppies, I'm telling you now, it's a dark path. Not the darkest I've read but it's still there.
Doe is basically a walking empty shell. She doesn't know who she is, or why she exists, she only knows one thing, she must survive. My heart absolutely broke for Doe. To be so alone in the world, broken, homeless, hungry. To do just about anything just to keep herself from starving.
King, oh King, he was definitely a character. After one night where Doe and King's paths cross, Doe becomes stuck in the world of King. Sure she has shelter and food and all the basic necessities to live, but that comes with a price, that always comes with a price.
What happens when you fall in love with the devil himself? Would you do anything to fight for what you love? Or do you continue to run?
T.M Frazier did an amazing job at bringing all the feels. So many times my knuckles turned white from anger but in the next chapter she made the world right again. This is definitely a book that pulls you, it invests you in the characters, their lives, you love people you thought you'd never love, you cry for people you thought you'd never cry for. KING has a bit of everything for start to finish, it's action packed and will have you turning the pages until there are no more to turn. Add in some amazing side characters, and you have a recipe for success.
#LongLiveTheKing
5 Stars!
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
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
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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