Blog Tour: Preppy, Part Three: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater by T.M. Frazier  @TM_Frazier  @jennw23

Blog Tour: Preppy, Part Three: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater by T.M. Frazier  @TM_Frazier  @jennw23Preppy: The Life and Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Three by T.M. Frazier
Series: King #7
on April 26, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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The bowtie is BACK!

Dre was just a beautiful stranger when Preppy saved her the first time around. Now, he has to save her again, but she's no longer some stranger, she's family, and he has no idea who or what he's up against.

What he does know is that putting his family back together is the only acceptable outcome.

Preppy's to-do list?
SAVE FAMILY. SEEK REVENGE.

He's alive...and he's out for BLOOD.

Preppy is capable of both cruelty and mercy, of both murder and salvation. He’s been the victim, the villain, and the hero.

The third installment of Preppy picks up right where the last book left off. The transformation of what is Dre and Samuel Clearwater hasn’t been an easy ride, nor was it an easy ending. There’s heartbreak, tears, fears, but above it all, there is love. This isn’t a conventional love story, but a love story of the purest sense. T.M. has a unique prose that is raw and enthralling, giving an amazing voice to unusual characters that you can’t help but connect with. She makes you feel them in your gut. She makes them impossible to forget, embedding them in your heart. She perfectly illustrates the hidden in each of us, and somehow has the uncanny ability to shine light through the darkness.

All the things. All the feelings. This series is everything.

I fell in love with all things Frazier back in book one, and book seven made me both happy and sad. Sad, because these characters that I love, this was their final chapter. Happy, because all the pieces fall into place and adored characters get the HEA they so deserved. It was bittersweet. I closed the books with a smile on my face. Although this was my least favorite of the series, I loved it nonetheless. It felt rushed at times, and for me there was a part of Preppy missing. That being said, this is an absolute must read if you loved the series.

This saga, is one of my all time favorites. It’s one that I will never forget, and one that I will revisit time and again.

#Bowtietillidie


Kevin had occasionally done something that reminded me of myself, but next to a DNA test, I still had no valid proof he was my brother. Nothing that connected us as family.

Until now.

“Dude, you’re creeping me out,” Kevin said, reaching for his shorts.

Before he could pull them back on I dropped the hose and bee-lined toward him, wrapping him in a bear hug. “You really are my brother.”

“Huh?” Kevin asked, standing as still as a statue.

“Shhhh…just let me love you.”

“What exactly is going on out here?” Dre asked from the porch, flipping on the light. I still didn’t let go.

“He’s my brother. I’m sure of it now,” I informed her.

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Kevin said, wiggling free from my grip.

“Oh yeah?” Dre asked, amusement in her sleepy tone. She yawned and cinched the sash of the sexy little robe she was wearing that showed off those amazing legs of hers. “How are you so sure?”

I stepped back and pointed down to Kevin’s massive cock. “Because of that!”

Dre’s sweet laughter filled the air. I picked up the hose again and started to spray Kevin down. “Shit man, that’s cold!” he shouted, dancing around in the grass. “And are you gonna fill me in on what exactly she’s laughing at?”

“That,” I informed him, spraying his crotch with water. “Because I just found more proof that we’re brothers than the fact that we think we both were shot out of the same cunt.” I grinned from ear to ear.

“Okay? And what’s that?” Kevin asked. I turned off the hose and Dre tossed him a towel.

I dropped my eyes to the huge slab of man meat between Kevin’s legs. “From the waist down we’re not just brothers, we’re fucking twinsies.”

“Uh, what the fuck, Preppy?” Kevin asked, putting his shorts back on.

“Quick,” I said. “Tell me something. How do you feel about pancakes?”

Kevin shivered. “Honestly, I’m more of a waffle kind of guy.”

Dre gasped.

I shut my eyes tightly, clenching my fists at my side. I cracked my neck and slowly turned to face him. I opened my eyes. “What the fuck did you just say to me, boy? You better start running.”

“Wait, what?” Kevin asked, taking a step back and tripping over the sprinkler. He stood up and bolted through the gate. I chased him through the field while Dre looked on and laughed.

“I take it all back! You’re not my brother!” I shouted, tackling him to the ground and sitting on his chest.

“What the fuck, Preppy?” Kevin asked, squirming under me.

“You and I need to have a serious fucking talk.” I leaned down until my nose was almost touching his. “About the abomination that is waffles.”

 

 

About 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 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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