I. Remember. Everything.
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…
King and Pup are back in this exciting conclusion to the King Series by T.M. Frazier releasing August 17th!
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Review—Tyrant by T.M. Frazier
“You did not take what was mine and not expect to pay in blood, sweat, or pussy. He took my girl. He wanted to take my life. His payment would be in blood.” –King
And so it begins…or ends, depending on how you look at it. King is out for revenge, for blood. Knowing from the moment he landed in the back of that cruiser that he’s been duped, he quickly finds a way to rectify the situation…starting from the ground up.
Returning to claim what was his seemed easy, getting a piece of his heart back was a little more difficult and with everything that has happened, he had to find a way to let go of his selfishness and accept what is.
Ha! That’s funny, and if he did that, this book would’ve been over before it started. It’s a kill or be killed world and King is the epitome of those words. Frazier proves that time and time again with her twisted little fairytale.
And Doe. Err Ramie, Ray.
That woman is probably one of the strongest women out there…memories being shoved in her face, a life she didn’t remember being forced down her throat, as if she’s truly just been away in Paris…not chained to someone’s bed. But, in that time, Doe has learned something invaluable about herself. The life she once had is not the life she wants…and no one can change that, no matter how hard they try.
“I wasn’t ready to be a how pony led around by her halter. King would have liked my choice of outfit. And the senator may have succeeded in containing me but I was never going to be tamed. I wasn’t about to wear white and pretend to be an angel when I’d lived and fallen in love with the devil.” –Doe
What am I going to do now? How long do I have to wait to find out more about Bear? I need some answers! But in the meantime, let me tell you…or not tell you about this book. First, I loved it. It was a perfect companion to King, and even though I laughed, cried, and cringed through many parts, I needed this closure for King and Doe…and even Prep. I will say this with complete certainty…TM Frazier, you are twisted, and I don’t know how you can function with these kinds of thoughts running through your mind but don’t ever stop. You are insanely talented, I devoured this book in a matter of hours (don’t listen to what Goodreads says), because I couldn’t tear away. I wanted every last detail, every memory, every smart-ass comment, every whisper…and, and…pancakes.
“I didn’t just feel one thing for him. I felt everything.”
This is a perfect line. Because it’s true…I felt it all. And it was amazing.
**5 Looks can be Deceiving, Stars**
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.
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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.
(Signed Set of King & Tyrant)