Monday, June 15, 2015

Blog Tour Review & Giveaway!- King (King #1) by T.M. Frazier

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Title:  King (King #1)  
Author:  T.M. Frazier
Publication Date:  June 15th 2015

Plot:  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.

 My Review 

☆ I received an ARC via TRSOR PR in exchange for an honest review. Thank you! ☆

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:.A man with an obscure past; a woman with none that she can recollect of.:

“We met on the night I decided to sell myself for a hot meal and a place to sleep.”

The first book to a two-part duet, King was sizzling, mind-blowing, and all around riveting!

It kept me on the fence about who the hell Brantley “King” is— the enigmatic ex-con now turned tattoo artist, who has this dark, gritty, and hardened alpha male persona going on for him…. *wink wink*

“King was smart, calculating, and cunning. Worst of all, he had the power to make my knees both tremble in fear and weak with desire.”

What his intentions are with Doe-- seeing he has a debt to collect from her and lives by his own rules. It's simply “his way or the highway.” Anything else will not do.

But what will become of him, the broken man who beneath that gruff facade, is desperately trying to pick up the pieces ever since his time in incarceration and is plummeting in his own sinking abyss?

Who sees light in the one person who just might be his only ticket to salvation.

“I’d found myself again the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was.”

And finds out what true living can be.

“Because you are the one who made me realize I was fucking unhappy. Because with you, I think I can actually BE happy!”

But that’s easier said than done when trouble constantly comes looking for you…

As for Doe. Who is she really? Why can’t she remember a thing? Why is her memory a blank slate? Will echoes from the past hold her back from committing to a future with King? It was like a puzzle trying to piece together the mysterious clues surrounding her.

Can she ever feel content and secure?

“I don’t belong anywhere.”-“Sure you do. First, you have to figure out where that someplace is. Then, you just have to belong there.”

And embrace a life with him?

“It’s time for you to stop living for who you might’ve been and start living for who you are now.”

I have to say that the whole time I was reading this, I kept thinking to myself, “there is something nefarious and sinister going down or about to happen” and by the end I turned out to be right.

You see, with King being a felon and with his record, he is by far not like your typical male leads. He is hardened, troubled, turbulent….and mighty possessive of what’s his! *squeee!!!*

“Newsflash, little girl. You were mine from the first moment you walked in on me fucking that girl on my table. You were mine then, and you’re mine now.”

With his shaky record and his meeting of Doe, who has no recollection of who she is and how she ended up on the streets, their relationship was shaky one filled with devious twists and turns and multiple shockers!

King is definitely without doubt, one of those unconventional dark reads from start to finish, but will leave you wanting more and more!

Brace yourself ladies, this is only part one of what's to come!

“As King branded my skin, I embraced the girl whose life was just beginning...”

My Rating:

“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.


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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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