King and Pup are back in this exciting conclusion to the
King Series by T.M. Frazier releasing
August 17th!
NOW AVAILABLE
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Blurb
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…
This is the second book in the King series. You MUST read King before reading Tyrant. This is a continuation. It picks right up where King left off
at. Both books are awesome reads, you
won’t be disappointed at all reading these two books.
This was not what I expected at all. Everything I thought was going to happen as
the story progressed was wrong, and that doesn’t happen much at all with
me.
There are some very messed up parts in Tyrant. Eli and Bear was one of them. I was shocked.
Doe now knows who she was/is, Ramie Price, daughter of a
Senator. But she still has no memory at
all. And she’s a mom.
Her memories slowly get triggered throughout the book. And man when she gets some of them, you’ll be
just as shocked and surprised as I was.
King wants Doe back, but she is the safest where she is
right now. But he will get her back.
“We’re a forever kind of thing.”
Of course it’s not that easy. There is a lot standing in their way.
I can’t wait for Bear’s story next!
Excerpt #1
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.
Excerpt #2
King snarled. “You seem to have forgotten who the fuck I am,
Pup. So I'm going to remind you.” He pressed his hips against mine. “I'm the
man who took you against your will and handcuffed you to my fucking bed. I'm
the man who wanted you, so I fucking kept you." He cocked an eyebrow. “Do
you really think you have a choice when it comes to being mine?"
King lifted me onto the dresser and pushed himself between
my legs, forcing my legs apart. He held my wrists behind my back forcing my
shoulders backwards and pushing my chest into his. My dress rode up to the tops
of my thighs. King pushed a strand of hair behind my ears and leaned in to me,
his lips just a breath away from mine. The room was getting hot. I couldn't
breathe. I needed...I don't know what I needed. "No more questions."
I opened my mouth to argue. "Stop fucking
talking," he snapped.
King lifted me off the dresser and carried me and set me
down in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. He stood
behind me. A head taller than me and outweighing me by a hundred pounds, our
differences had never been more obvious. His dark jeans and dark tank top were
a stark contrast to my little white eyelet sundress. My pale skin next to his
tanned. My white hair to his black. It was a sight that made my knees weak.
Because although the reflection in the mirror made our differences obvious, it
also made me see how well the two fit together.
Haven’t read this series yet?
Meet King & Pup in King (Book One)
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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.
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