Excerpt #1
“I hate
the way you made me feel. Well, most of the time.” I spat. I was tired of
dancing around the truth. “I hate the confusion you bring into my already
confused life. I need this back and forth shit to end.” I took a deep breath.
“I can’t take it anymore. You like me. You hate me. You like me. You want to
kill me. You want to fuck me. You want me to stay. You want me to live.
My head is fucking spinning over here.” My buzz faded faster than the
setting sun. "You should leave. I don't want you here," I added.
"I
know. I don't care." King said.
"Oh,
I’m fully aware that you don’t care. That I know.”
"You
don't know shit, Pup." King barked.
"Oh
yeah? So you didn't just spend the entire night at the carnival all over me,
saying sweet shit to me, making me feel like this stupid thing between us is
something more than just a stupid thing, only to whip out your dick with
someone else the very first chance you got? Go back to the fucking house, King.
Go back to that girl. I hope she's everything you wanted.”
"I
can't," King said evenly.
"Why
not? Seemed easy for you before."
"Because,
Pup, I can’t because I don't want to. No matter how hard I try to fight this,
I'm drawn to you. You think I like this back and forth shit? You think you’re
the only one who’s fucking confused here?" He shook his head like he
couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. "I'm drawn
to you," he repeated turning my chin up to him.
“What do
you expect? Am I supposed to fall at your feet and thank you for being ‘drawn
to me’?” Not only was he confusing, he was fucking infuriating. "Drawn to
me? You're drawn to me! Well, let me just take off my fucking panties then, and
let's do this shit. Yeah, you were really drawn to me. Tell me something, KING. Do most first dates end with the
guy getting sucked off by another girl? I mean, I've never been on one, so you
tell me. I could be wrong here. Because if the answer is yes, then this date
has gone fucking swimmingly!"
"I'm...FUCK!
“You think you know everything but you don’t. All you do is run those pretty
lips of yours and expect me to be able to just give into you!” King threw his
hands up in the air. “You make me fucking crazy, you know that!" he
shouted.
"I
make YOU crazy? How the fuck do you think I feel? Most of the time I don't know
if you want to kill me or fuck me!" I screamed, every single word he spoke
ignited my anger until it wasn’t something I could even begin to hold back.
King had
the audacity to actually smile. He leaned forward and whispered seductively
against my cheek, "Can't I want both, Pup?"
I pulled
back and stood up.
"NO!
You can't! And stop calling me, Pup. It's a stupid fucking name. I'm not your
fucking pet!"
I paced
the dock. My rage was at a boiling point I couldn't turn off. This was his
fault. He’d made me into this lunatic.
King
stood and grabbed my face with both hands, forcing me to look at him. "Yes
you are," he said, as he lowered his lips and brushed them softly against
mine in a move so gentle, so unlike him, it took me a few seconds before I
registered what was happening.
Then, my
anger returned, in full force. Using both my hands, I pushed against his chest
until he had no choice but to release me.
"Fuck
you! You don't want to keep me!" I shouted over my shoulder as I made my
way to the front of the house and started down the gravel driveway. "Do
you think I’m stupid? You wouldn't be getting your jollies while I'm in the
next room if it was me you wanted."
A large
hand grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.
"Let
go of me!" I shouted.
"Listen,
Pup. I’ve tried it your way. I tried gentle just now, but you didn't listen.
Now, we're going to do it my way, and you're going to fucking listen. Don't
make me have to cuff you again." He warned.
KING. IS. COMING!
Meet King on June 15th!
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.
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.
THANK YOU!
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