Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Release Blitz: King & Tyrant by T. M. Frazier


King and Pup are back in this Limited Edition Box Set
by T.M. Frazier!  

King: Homeless. Hungry. Desperate. 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, sex 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.

Tyrant: I. Remember. Everything. 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…

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(Review for King)

5 'raw, gritty, heart wrenching' stars

I hate that King make me cry. I mean King, not King... but this book 'King'. 

King is a deranged psychopath, a tattoo artist, an ex-convict, a felon and overall a fearsome motherfucker. He said shit like,

"I'm going to find you, and then I'm going to take my time carving those fucking butterfly wings from that nasty pussy of yours with my knife."

Preppy is King's wacko sidekick who fancy bow-tie and suspender. I love his oddball personality, his vulgar and crude mouth and his wacky charm.

Doe as in Jane Doe. This poor girl suffered memory lost and can't even find a scrape of food to feed herself. Not sure whether she is lucky or unlucky when she stumble upon King, in all his menacing glory.

"I didn't dream about him. Because King wasn't a dream. He was a nightmare."

Right from the beginning, I fell for King and Preppy's bromance. When Doe came into the picture and King getting possessive of her, they are like one big messed up family.

King is a true anti-hero. He make me shiver not in a good way with his capability for violence. But at the same time make me melt for him when he did something that resemble a normal human. King is a walking contradiction. He seems to be a complex man who is neither good nor evil. He makes you want to hate him and love him at the same time. He evoked all sorts of complicated feelings in me. I wanted to smack him one too many times. Honestly, there is too much wrong with him, but there is an underlying goodness in him too.

"I think you are the most stubborn, overbearing, anger inducing, obnoxious, complicated, and beautiful man that has ever lived."

I like Doe's sass. She tends to have verbal diarrhea and being blunt at inappropriate moment without looking ridiculous. I can't imagine waking up and not knowing who I am. I understand her dilemma and struggle to preserve the little part of herself. 

Two of them together gave me a serious case of lady's blue balls. Oh, the angst. When I think of it, it is ridiculous that they have so much to fight about without even fucking each other yet. King's feelings that ran hot and cold all the time drove Doe and me fucking crazy. 

"Most of the time I don't know if you want to kill me or fuck me!"

I don't consider this a dark read, but definitely very vulgar, crude and violent. It also filled with a ton of dark humor that make me burst into laughter when I'm not supposed to. 

This book gave me an unique plot with a complex hero, a heroine with a clean slate of mind and a true friend in Preppy. I'm rooting for each and everyone of them. We have some violence with the local MC gang and a person close to King that he had to save. Then we also got a big dose of heart wrenching moment that simply gut you. The cliffhanger make me extremely worried for my favorite characters. What will happen to them?

I believe it might comes down to Doe. She might be the biggest wildcard in the story. Thank goodness we already have a date for the second part of the story, Tyrant. It make the wait bearable.





King

Tattooing Doe was the single most erotic moment of my life. Marking her perfect, pale skin with a tattoo I'd designed for her made me so fucking hard I had to adjust myself every thirty seconds in order to concentrate on my work.
When I was done, I handed her the hand mirror, and she walked over to the full-sized mirror that hung on the back of the door, like she'd seen dozens of my other clients do before. When she held up the hand mirror, she gasped.
"What?" I asked in a panic, hoping she didn't already see what I'd hidden in the tattoo. I was an asshole for putting it there. I was an asshole for tattooing her in the first place.
I was just an asshole.
But I couldn't help myself. My name needed to be on her. It wasn’t enough just to call her mine. I needed to mark her as well. So hidden in the vine work under the quote I found that I thought was perfect for her, was my name.
KING was woven into the design.  In order to see it you had to tilt your head or otherwise you wouldn't notice it. But it was there.
I would tell her eventually of course, but I wanted it to be my secret for a while. She'd stopped being my possession a while ago, a lot longer before I cared to admit, but I still felt the need to mark her as mine.
I still liked the idea of owning her.
Only now, she owned me, too.
She didn't notice the name. Tears filled her eyes. She stood there staring at the hand mirror in just her panties. Little cheeky ones where her ass hung out of the bottoms. Her tits were only inches from my face. Her tears of happiness made my dick twitch. Although her sad tears evoked the same response.
My dick wasn't partial to which kind of tears he liked. 
I took the mirror from her hand and lifted her up onto the counter. "You like it?" I asked, pushing her panties down her legs.
"I love it," she panted, wrapping her legs around me, drawing me close. Her wetness soaking my boxers. I pushed them down with one hand. I'd been hard for three hours, the entire time I’d been working on her, and couldn't wait any longer. I pushed inside her tight, wet heat.
We both moaned at the contact.
"You love it?" I asked, needing to hear her say it again.
"Yes, I love it!" she said as I thrust up into her, hard. "I love it. So much. I love you."
I froze when I heard the words, and when I did, her eyes flung open.
"I didn't mean—"
"Shut the fuck up."
"Oh my god, I have that word vomit thing. I’m sorry.  Shit, I just meant that—"
"Shut the fuck up!" I demanded, thrusting hard to get her attention. She closed her eyes, and her head fell back. "That's fucking better. Now, keep that pretty mouth of yours shut while I fuck you."
"Okay," she whispered, breathless.
"Shut up," I said again, and she closed her mouth. "Shut up so I can fuck you…and show you how much I love you."
She nodded and although her eyes stayed shut, a tear rolled down her cheek. I sucked it off her chin before it could fall to the floor. 
Then, I fucked her.
Hard.
I showed her how much I loved her until I couldn't tell where I started and she began. Until all that was in that room was me and her and the thing between us that kept pulling us together like magnets. Until we were lost in sensations and orgasms.
And in each other.
I fucked her until we were one person, and in a way we were, because I'd lost myself along the way and I found myself again in the most unlikely place.
I'd found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was.
Or maybe, we didn't find each other at all.
Maybe, we just decided to be lost together.


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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