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.
KING. IS. HERE!
NOW AVAILABLE
Excerpt #1 (Not previously released)
“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
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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THANK
YOU!
So, I may gush a little, ok, maybe a lot. There isn't enough words to emote my feelings on the book. T.M. Frazier blew my mind. I couldn't put this book down. After I finished, I fell asleep with it on my mind, woke up with it on my mind, and I spent then entire morning, day dreaming about King. This by far, surpasses all other reads for 2015.
Gripping, raw, intense, and an utterly Amazing read.
Brantley King, a badass, tatted, criminal and our anit-hero. Fighting from young, he made a name for himself, coming from nothing, and becoming, King. He did what he wanted, when he wanted and to whom he wanted. But all this changed when a three year stint in a maximum security prison changed his outlook.
Three years later, and he's home. Ornery and unhappy with his life. With a new mission underway. At his welcoming home party, a certain blue eyed stranger, is thrust upon him. She's different, scared, and definitely not the whore that usual hangs around the club or these parties. She's also isn't his type. Yet something about this girl, shakes him to the core. She's looks so lost and out of place.
When an incident at the party turns lethal, Doe is the only one connected to the perpetrator. Deciding that she will be used as payment for what was intentionally taken, she becomes his collateral.
Doe, is a desperately broken young woman. Searching, hopeless, trying to survive. Coming to the party was her way to survive the next day. Looking to become a biker whore, in order to have shelter, food and clothes. For protection. But what ensued became her undoing.
I loved Doe's character so much. Her strength shined throughout the book. Her conviction to do something despicable in order to survive, was impeccable. That sassy mouth of her, had me holding my breath at times, then laughing out loud at others. Her consistently coaxing herself, her fright and the hint of hope. All to be smashed to pieces, in a matter of minutes.
"You're not my prisoner. You're mine."
As time passes, King starts having feelings for Doe, her intrigue keeps building and her presence makes everything seem better, him happier. Even though he is hiding some secrets that he knows will destroy her and them, as their relationship grows, he can't help himself. He would rather take those secrets to the grave, at the risk of hurting her.
King's character flawed me. His vulnerability was an amazing touch to his tough and crass exterior. The way he handled Doe, and simply demanded she do as told. His alpha-maleness, had me on the edge of my seat, wanting to be called Doe, myself. He even had me thinking he was bipolar, with his hot and cold attitude. It was enticing all the same.
In between the mix of King and Doe, we see some of the secondary characters, that add so much colour to the story. Preppy the wild and fowl mouth best friend, A true lover at heart, larger than life persona and a nine inch dick. lol. The detail placed on his character was superb. The intricacies that was King and Preppy's relationship was unique and emitted so many emotions from me.
Then we're given Bear. A hulk of a man, with a sexy ass beard. Yum!!! His character added some dynamics to the book. Some jealousy, happiness, love and friendship. Even a good ass whopping, if it came to that. By King of course.
T.M. Frazier gives us some suspenseful drama, and leaves us with a cliffhanger. In as much as I loved this book, I really can't wait until August for the second instalment. You're killing me here.
King kissed me.
An all encompassing kiss.
A possession.
He wasn't kissing my mouth.
He was claiming me as his, and
I was going to leave my mark on him in every way I could.
An all encompassing kiss.
A possession.
He wasn't kissing my mouth.
He was claiming me as his, and
I was going to leave my mark on him in every way I could.
*ARC provided by TRSOR on behalf of the author for an honest review* Thanks so much!!!
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