jueves, 18 de junio de 2015

:: Review and excerpt:: King by T.M. Frazier



KING. IS. HERE!
NOW AVAILABLE



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.



Review

I loved this book! It has the perfect combination of bad to be really good: a n alpha guy that's spent the last 3 years in jail (and that wasn't his first time locked up), a girl with no memory that has to live in the streets and do some really sad things to survive plus drugs and tatoos and amazing sex.

It's dark and sexy and a little sad and has some twist I didn't see where they came from, they just hit me. 

It's a double POV, which I love, very much, thank you T.M. for that. 

Brantley King, just King for the friends, is this badass tatoo artist just released from jail. Trouble doesn't cover what his acquaintances are. His best friend Preppy (oh Preppy, I'm sorry) and this MC gang throws him a homecoming party. 

Doe is this barely legal kind of girl what doesn't know who she is, she woke up feeling like she went though a shredder, was left as dead we supposed, but she started to heal physically. Her memory has wiped somewhere in the process. So...Doe, as in Jane Doe cause no one is looking for her and she couldn't be identified. She's been living in the streets where stepped in the way of Nikki, a whore. 
The thing is Nikki drags Doe to King's homecoming party. Doe's plans are become a biker whore so she can get some protection, and a roof and some food. 

Bear, one of King's friends, sends Doe to King, as a present. She struggles. King's been cranky since he's in the streets. Nikki, who's also a crackhead, appears in the picture, finds a drawer and finds lots of money. Turns out that's King's money that he needs to get Max back. She steals the money, King comes in at the precise moment, Nikki panics and shots Doe.  That's where the story really begins and King threatens Doe to kill her, and keep her till she pays the debt her friend just left her with.

I would really want to know what exactly happened in the office between the moment Isaac left and King found him again (almost at the end). It had to be huge but there's little mention to it, close to none, and I feel that is a little hole in my literary world. 

The ending...I didn't see Max's role right away. I did guess it like 3 lines before it was cleared. And Doe! I wasn't expecting something like that. Not at all. That one I didn't see coming

The "bad" thing about this book is that it has a cliffhanger and book 2 comes out in about two months (King was released on June 2015, Tyrant will see the light on August 2015). When I read the last word I was like what? come again? I was left literally open mouthed. 

I always say I don't like cliffhangers but the truth is I have a love/hate relationship with them. I love the stories that are not predictable, that keep me biting my nails till I read the next book but I hate the waiting. I rather wait for the next book to come out to read both back to back. 

/*Thanks to TRSOR Promotions and T.M. Frazier for the ARC. 
This is an honest review*/




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.


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.

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