King and Pup are back in
this exciting conclusion to the King Series by T.M. Frazier
Blurb
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...
Excerpt
He cupped my ass and lifted
me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. “There was one point I’d made the
decision to tell you the truth. I owed you that much. But then all the shit
went down with Isaac and Preppy, so when I made the deal with your father for
Max, I thought I was doing you a favor by giving you your life back and getting
you out of all the shit that came with being in mine.”
I squeezed my thighs around
his waist, rubbing myself against his hardness. I moaned. “But you weren’t
giving me my life back.” I corrected. I placed my palms on his cheeks and held
his face in my hands, searching for any sign in his eyes that what I felt for
him might have been wrong, but instead what I found was a resounding need to
fix what was broken between us. Tears formed in my eyes. “You were taking it
away.” King’s lips parted. He ran his thumb across my lower lip, turning his
head he kissed his way up my arm.
“Goosebumps,” King
observed, running his fingertips across my already stimulated skin. I bit my
lip and stifled a moan.
“It’s just the heat,"
I lied.
"You've got that
fucking right," King growled, bending my wrist behind my back, his lips
came crashing down over mine. We were a tangling of lips, clanking of teeth,
sloshing through the water to better line ourselves up with each other. It
wasn't pretty.
It was need.
"I’m still fucking mad
at you for letting me go,” I said into his mouth, while our tongues did things
other parts of me throbbed to do.
King stilled and held my
face away from his, our chests heaving in unison, my erect nipples rubbing
against his hot hard skin as we panted together. Our breaths mingled in the
air. He ran his hand down the side of my face and cupped my cheek in his palm.
"I didn't give you away, Pup. I released you."
I stilled. "You
released me?" I couldn't hide the hurt in my voice. For some reason,
releasing me sounded worse than letting me go.
King ran his tongue across
the tip of my earlobe, holding me tightly against his warmth. Chills ran down
my spine and into my very core and they had nothing to do with the temperature
of the rain.
"I tried
to release you, Pup. For Max. But there was a major problem with that plan, and
no matter what happened, it would never have worked," King confessed.
"Why is that?" I
asked, needing to know, but at the same time acutely aware of the pulsing
between my legs. Relief and release was only a scrap or two of fabric away.
Throbbing for me.
"The problem was…you
never released me," King growled, crashing his lips to mine. He moaned
into my mouth when I rubbed myself up against his straining erection. He pushed
the fabric of my shorts aside and the second he parted my folds with his index
finger, I shuddered. He plunged a long index finger inside of me, and for a
second my eyes rolled back in my head until he withdrew it. I cried out in
frustration, wiggling myself against him, needing him to make me feel anything
other than empty.
Excerpt
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.
Haven’t read this series yet?
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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5 Stars
This single quote flawed me. I felt all the emotions and pain, the heartbreak and devastating lost for King and Pup. This story, with perfectly flawed characters, was astounding. Book 2 was hands down even more enticing and invigorating than book 1. With this story, nothing is as it seems, so expect the unexpected, while your world is turned upside down. Told in dual POV's, Tyrant starts, exactly when King ended.
In Tyrant the dynamics of the story and characters changed, especially Ramie / Doe / Pup. Ramie is back home with her family, going through the daily motions of slowly remembering her past life. While coping with the unknown whereabouts of King. Lost and distracted, battling what was, what is and what will be. Ramie must come to terms with the shocking betrayal of her past.
While, Ramie is busy assimilating into her old life. King escapes, unscathed from a nearly fatal situation. Settling his resolve, that Pup is in danger, King plots his way to Pup. In the background another evil lurks and is becoming ever present for King. Causing him distress, and surfacing with brutal and premeditated attacks.
As Ramie's life changes suddenly, she must come to terms with the Senator's wishes and how it would affect their lives and image. Especially, after receiving, devastating news about King and his friend Bear.
“I wasn’t about to wear white and pretend to be an angel when I’d lived and fallen in love with the devil.”
As the story progresses we given different twists and jaw dropping turns, that have us all rooting for King and Pup. Their initial coupling was exciting and had us all on the edge of our seats. Separated, we couldn't wait to see what would unveil. Reunited, they caused chaos, breaking free of the chains holding them back, weeding out the bad eggs and uniting a family.
"We're a forever kind of thing."
A little chaos and a whole bunch of love, never hurt a soul.
I never expected to fall in love with King. My captor, my tormentor, my lover, my friend, my world. But I did.
*ARC provided by TRSOR on behalf of the author for an honest review* Thanks!
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