Blog Tour Dual Review: King by T.M. Frazier @TM_Frazier

Blog Tour Dual Review: King by T.M. Frazier @TM_FrazierKing by T.M. Frazier
Series: King #1
on June 15, 2015
Genres: Romance, Suspense
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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.


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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.

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reviewWhat happens when a book has a hero (or maybe not) Brantley King, that oozes not only sexiness but bad assedness, and a heroine Doe, that oozes innocence? You end up with one hell of an emotionally raw story. You end up with a plot full of falsities and facades and you end up with a whole lot of WTF and OMG moments. This book was all of that and a bow tie for me (read the story, you’ll get it).

I had no idea what I was getting when I started this book. What I got? Was a book that I simply did not want to end. I was hooked from the first page. Something about these characters spoke to me and gutted me from the very beginning. Now, this book wasn’t the dark that I was expecting, but maybe I’m just that person. What it was, was a twisted love story of more than just the mains. This was an amazing story about people. People who sometimes did bad things, but that doesn’t make them rotten to the core. I loved the supporting cast in this book, so, so much! These characters found their way into my heart, and I loved every single second.  I love me some dark and dirty and this book had all the feels for me. I cried, laughed, got chills, and got mad.

You knew the bad was coming…

T.M. Frazier did an amazing job with this book, it is well written and well thought out. The characters were real and the story not only plausible but realistic. She gives a telling voice to subject matter that may make some uncomfortable, but simply left me wanting more.

Is it August yet? I NEED to know!!!!

KING absolutely gets my recommendation.

Did I fall for the bad guy?? Uhm, yes.

YES I DID!!  HARD.

jenn


Where do I begin? TM Frazier made me fall in love with the bad guy. She made me absolutely love a secondary character, shredded my heart and reduced me to tears. Big, fat, ugly, snot producing tears. I love Brantley King and my heart is breaking for him.

TM Frazier takes you into the world of drugs, guns and motorcycle clubs that don’t take kindly to having their world messed with. She also makes you fall for a broken soul. You fall in love with the girl who can’t remember who she is. You will find yourself cheering these two on through their journey. You will scream and cry for over the obstacles they face and be devastated with the cliffhanger ending. But, if you are anything like me, you will love every effing moment of it and patiently wait for Tyrant’s release.

This was my first book by this author and will not be my last. I really loved the characters and the ending was not one that I had anticipated.

jen


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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.


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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