Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Blog Tour: Tyrant by T.M. Frazier

King and Pup are back in this exciting conclusion to the King Series by T.M. Frazier releasing August 17th!


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 


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…

5 Star Review b Natasha Gentile

So when I first read King I was taken in the word that exist in TM’s head. I was both taken aback and scared. Well let me say that after reading Tyrant her mind is a place I never ever want to visit. The twist and turns in this book had me gasping for air and at the edge of my seat all at the same time. Here is my journey.

The last time we saw Ramie AKA Pup, she was being trade for King’s daughter. He blindsided her into thinking that he loved her; leaving her in the hands of strangers. At least to her they were strangers, because she didn’t remember them or her past for that matter.
She is forced to go back to her home. Her mind is foggy, her memories are blank. If she could just remember one thing it will all click into place, sounds simple right. OH, this book was anything but simple.
The one thing that she knows with all her mind is that she is a mom to Sammy. She doesn’t remember him, but she feels him in her heart. She feels that he is hers.
As the days turn to nights she is on the edge of her seat. She feels locked in, she feels trapped and most of all she misses the one person that she feels whole with; King.

I’m not afraid of you anymore, I’m only afraid of a life without you.
And he had gone and thrown it all away.
I told myself that when I opened my eyes that I wasn’t going to feel anything. That I would look at him and be able to walk away.

King may have been down, but you have to learn to that he will never be out. He will never back down and he will never give up Pup.
The road was bumpy to get to her to say the very least. I felt my heart in my throat the entire time he was on his way to her. The light that surrounded them shined thru the darkness that was all around. When he finally got to her; when he finally felt her in his arms, that moment was explosive for everyone.

We stood like that for what seemed like an eternity, daring the other to make the first move, frozen in the moment. I didn’t feel one thing for him.
I felt everything.
Anger, confusion, love…lust and it all swam around us in the water as we stared each other down.

King knew that he shouldn’t follow her, he knew that it wasn’t the right thing for her, for him for anyone. But he couldn’t just let that stop him. This is King. The scariest baddest Mother F*cker on earth.

“The problem was..you never release me.” King growled, pushing his lips into mine. He moaned into my mouth when I rubbed myself up against his. 

She owns him body, soul and mind. She is a part of him. She is all for him. There is no turning back. There is only the future. But before they can ride off into the sunset, there are bad guys to take care of. I mean you didn’t just think it would be that easy. I mean this is TM. She can’t just put rainbows and unicorns; she has to throw in dark things.

Things so dark it took me a minute to compose myself. Took me a couple of minutes for my heart to actually continue beating normally. While King is trying to handle his happily ever after, Pup is trying to fill in the gaps.

For most of this book it was all Pup. It was her story. It was a story that you were so desperate for her to find out. It was a past that you thought would be normal. Except it wasn’t at all what you expected.
She is scared, she is alone, she is lost. It’s like the door to all her memories is sealed shut and she lost the key.

I. Remember. Everything.

Only now I wish I didn't.
Until that one moment in time that all the secrets are out. All the memories come flooding back. The movie reel in her head playing over and over again, making her wish that she was still handcuffed to King’s bed oblivious to everything.

Once she realizes who she can and can’t trust she does what she needs to do to survive for herself, for her son and for King. Getting to him, having him is her reward. It is a reward that she is going to collect. Because in the end there is beauty.

“This thing between us. Whatever it is. It’s not just something that goes away.”

This book had everything that you could possibly think of and want. It had darkness, oh did it ever. It had pain, the pain that they both endured to get to be together was unfathomable. It had sorrow and loss, both of them trying to survive. But most of all it had love, a love that was gritty, it was dirty, it was semi-sweet, it was a love that will last a lifetime. A love you strive to get. A love that makes you whole even when there are pieces are missing. That book was brilliant!

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.

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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