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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.
“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.
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.
I have very mixed feelings about this book, and I apologize in advance, but to explain my mixed feelings, I will need to post SPOILERS, but I'll try to be as vague as possible.
I'm going to get the negative out of the way first.
There a few minor editing errors. Nothing to scoff at, as it doesn't take away from the story, I just thought I would point it out, in case the author reads this lol
Loopholes: The main one being; The father not looking for his daughter. Her being "in a bad crowd" is why he couldn't look for her?... yet, that ending, obviously she was doing "bad things" while being an underaged person to tarnish his "good name", so it doesn't make sense that he " couldn't " bring the situation to the public eye. Unless there's a cover up to that as well, but I don't see how, and nothing was mentioned.
Another is, she's 18, and has been since her disappearance, and doesn't have to testify, so I don't see how that will hold up against King.
I may hate you for Preppy...I think you know what mean.
Looooots of drama and general fuckedupedness. I mean, come on!! Give is and them a break!!! lol The Carnival scene and then the house party right after left me in complete confusion and white hot rage. I mean like chest burning rage. I had to go back to read the scene just to make sure he really didn't. I mean, he tells her she is his. Then to keep her safe at the the party, says to stay in the room and he'll be back. I want to know why all of a sudden he's pushing her away? and there's no way in hell he knew she'd be coming into the studio in exactly 3 hours to time that scene out. Unless they sat in there waiting. which is lame.
OK, the bad stuff is done. Now onto other things.
This book will definitely hook, line and sinker you. It has this certain something about it, I can't quite put my finger on it, but you won't want to stop. Even if you're not really digging it, I'm thinking you'll still want to know.
Preppy is where its at. I ADORED this crazy, unconventional, maniacally, humorous, partying, ruthless, but underneath it all, caring, dude. He actually made this book for me.
I loved the GG's, and that Doe thought he was a prostitute. That was pretty classic.
I like the overall theme to this story, I like what the author is trying to do. Doe is an intriguing character herself. I don't know what I would do in her situation.
Needless to say, you bet your ass I'll be reading Tyrant. Hopefully all the drama will come full circle to give us the ultimate HEA
Overall, I give this story a 3.6 stars.
I'm going to get the negative out of the way first.
There a few minor editing errors. Nothing to scoff at, as it doesn't take away from the story, I just thought I would point it out, in case the author reads this lol
Loopholes: The main one being; The father not looking for his daughter. Her being "in a bad crowd" is why he couldn't look for her?... yet, that ending, obviously she was doing "bad things" while being an underaged person to tarnish his "good name", so it doesn't make sense that he " couldn't " bring the situation to the public eye. Unless there's a cover up to that as well, but I don't see how, and nothing was mentioned.
Another is, she's 18, and has been since her disappearance, and doesn't have to testify, so I don't see how that will hold up against King.
I may hate you for Preppy...I think you know what mean.
Looooots of drama and general fuckedupedness. I mean, come on!! Give is and them a break!!! lol The Carnival scene and then the house party right after left me in complete confusion and white hot rage. I mean like chest burning rage. I had to go back to read the scene just to make sure he really didn't. I mean, he tells her she is his. Then to keep her safe at the the party, says to stay in the room and he'll be back. I want to know why all of a sudden he's pushing her away? and there's no way in hell he knew she'd be coming into the studio in exactly 3 hours to time that scene out. Unless they sat in there waiting. which is lame.
OK, the bad stuff is done. Now onto other things.
This book will definitely hook, line and sinker you. It has this certain something about it, I can't quite put my finger on it, but you won't want to stop. Even if you're not really digging it, I'm thinking you'll still want to know.
Preppy is where its at. I ADORED this crazy, unconventional, maniacally, humorous, partying, ruthless, but underneath it all, caring, dude. He actually made this book for me.
I loved the GG's, and that Doe thought he was a prostitute. That was pretty classic.
I like the overall theme to this story, I like what the author is trying to do. Doe is an intriguing character herself. I don't know what I would do in her situation.
Needless to say, you bet your ass I'll be reading Tyrant. Hopefully all the drama will come full circle to give us the ultimate HEA
Overall, I give this story a 3.6 stars.
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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