Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Blog Tour: King by T.M. Frazier

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.

5 Star Review by Natasha Gentile

So I first came across this book during the summer of 2014.  I added it to my TBR pile and yes I may have stalked the author’s page waiting for more news, but it was like radio silence.  Well, I had the privilege and pleasure of meeting her in Florida when I attended a book signing.  Of course after I fan girled I got down to the nitty gritty, where the heck is King? She politely told me that she was writing it but stopped writing because she was pregnant and it wasn’t coming to her.  I really didn’t get it then, but after reading this dark book, I totally get it, and let’s just say it was so worth the wait.

Here is my journey with King.

You start with a twelve year old King.  He’s home life sucks, he’s ready to take on the real world, deciding at the ripe old age of 11 that he isn’t going back home.  While he is pondering what to do he comes to the rescue of Preppy.  (I have to say this, Preppy is without a doubt my favorite secondary character in a book. Hands down!)  Poor Preppy is being beat up by the school bullies, well that is until King steps in making his presence known.  So now these two somehow form a friendship and make plans for the future. At 12…

“What are you gonna do when you grow up?”
The only thing I really knew was I didn’t want.  “Not sure.  I just know that I don’t want to work for anyone.  Never liked being told what to do all that much.  I’d like to be my own boss, run my own shit.”

At just like that their futures were set in stone.  True to their words they became their own bosses.  Ok,  well maybe not that successful, but none the less they answered to no one. Ever.

"Preppy got bitches.
I f*cked.  I fought. I partied.  I got wasted.  I stole. I f*cked. I tattooed.  I sold dope.  I stole guns.  I stole. I f*cked. I made f*cking money.
And I f*cked."

Obviously this meant that he did spend some time behind bars.  But it also meant that when he got out it was going to be a party.  And no one does a party like Preppy and King.
It’s at his homecoming that he meets Doe.

Homeless. Hungry. Desperate. That is who Doe is.
Imagine if you will.  Waking up in a dumpster, beaten and your memory blank.  You have no idea who you are, you have no idea where you come from, you have no idea of anything except who you are today.  Doe broke my heart.  Her journey gutted me.  What happens when the police tell you that they don’t know who you are, they have no idea how old you are, and they could basically care less where you are going or who you are going with.  After a brief stay at a group home, she hits the road.  Thinking there must be something better out there.

Curled up under a bench she meets the lady who will make her life hell.  Nikki, addicted to any drug that she can get her hands on, she brought Doe into the mix.
Now although Doe didn’t remember where or who she was, she knew she wasn’t a drug addict.

"I may have been homeless and starving, but I was determined to get myself off of the streets and into a real life someday.  A life with a soft bed and clean sheets.  Once I didn’t have to worry about my safety or my stomach, I could focus on finding out the truth about who I really was."

Of course that was until she set eyes on King.

"A magnetic pair of eyes locked onto mine.  Under the artificial lights, they glowed bright green.  The man stared right through me and much to my surprise he didn’t blink or look away.

It is just one look that will seal their fates.  You see King likes what he see, and when King wants something, well no one is telling him no.  Not even Doe.

When a situation pits him against her, he doesn’t know what to do.  He isn’t used to having feelings about things, least of all a girl that he met five minutes ago.  But something calls to him, something in him wakes up.

“I don’t even know your name,” I whispered.  I managed to stay conscious long enough to hear his answer.  “They call me King.”   Then the blackness surrounded me and swallowed me whole.

Pushed up against the wall he had no choice but to do the right thing.
But when your King, what is the right thing in his world?.

"I splayed out a hand on her concave stomach, the heat from her core radiating onto my thigh making my d*ck even harder.  I propped my head up on my elbow and found myself fascinated at the contrast between us, her pale and perfect, to my tanned and heavily tattooed."

That right thing to him is to let her go.  Push her out into the world, the world that she doesn’t even know.  The world that turned it’s back on him.  But the minute she is gone, he can’t seem to let her go, and the craziest thing is she can’t walk away from him.

"He was the most terrifyingly beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on.  With my fear of dark, things always seemed scarier at night when my mind had a tendency to exaggerate the situation.  But in the daylight King was more everything.  More intimidating, more scary, more angry…more beautiful."

When King actually lets her in, it’s a beautiful love story.  It’s a story you wish you could see in real life.  This beautifully souled woman who has no history is making today a memory.  She is filling in the dark holes in her mind.  She is making a life.  But what happens when with one click of a mouse, with one word, her life comes back to her? Not in her memory but in the flesh; when that door opens and your past comes running to you, but you don’t know them.  And then what happens when the one person you trusted the most is the one who wanted to let you go?

"King filled me so completely.  Not just my body. My heart. My soul. My life.  I didn’t give a sh*t if I ever got my memory back.  Because with King, I knew exactly who I was.  I was his."

What happens when you make a deal with the devil?  What happens when you give away the one thing you know can make you whole, for the one thing that is your life?  You fight, you come back swinging harder then you did before.  Because in the end, it’s your King.  You make your mother*cking future!!

So if you’re looking for a book that will hurt your heart, make you gasp, make you send many messages to the author, make you swoon, make you hope for better and also make you wish you knew a King, then read this book now!!  I can’t wait to find out what is in store with these two!

“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.

Stalk Her: Website, Facebook, Twitter, Amazon, and Goodreads.

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