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 soul.
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…
All right before I start I have a couple of things that I have to say. First of all I will be swearing in my review, there is absolutely no fucking way I can describe this book without some creative swearing on my part. You have been warned. Second if you haven’t read King yet, stop, go buy that bitch and read it before starting Tyrant because you HAVE to read it first or you will be lost. Got that? I hope so because my review begins right fucking now.
Holy shit, I knew from the first time I ever read a book by T.M. Frazier that she was going to have the ability to have me on the edge of my seat, panties dripping, cussing up a mother fucking storm and needing more of whatever it is that she has gotten me addicted to at the time. I loved King, absolutely fucking loved that dirty talking bastard and even with the cliffhanger we were left with I couldn’t even be mad because I just knew that when we got the second book it would make all the angst, kindle throwing, panty changing, King cussing, Pup loving, tear inducing moments worth it. When I started Tyrant I just knew the words: fuck, son of a bitch, mother fucker, damn it and asshole would be words that I threw out multiple times, and I totally underestimated the amount of times I thought by the time I was done. Luckily my mom had my kids so they didn’t hear their mommy’s swearing creativeness during my reading.
Things you think you may have figured out, don’t plan on being right. When Pup begins to remember her past, some things that she remembers could not only be dangerous to her but to King as well. More than once I was shocked at what was taking place and more than once I cried, both sad tears and angry tears. I am not going to give anything away, nor am I going to hint at anything, but there is one scene that is pretty dark, that will make you cry and want to commit murder. Just know that when I say long live the mother fucking King that you will be saying the same if you love him even a fraction as much as I do. Pup comes into who she really is and is the perfect balance for King. Even a certain bow tied crazy friend makes his presence known in only the way Preppy could. Someone else makes an appearance; someone that fans of Ms. Frazier’s books will know exactly who it is. Bear will have his own book but know that King and Pup’s story is complete.
T.M. Frazier, oh you mind fucking bitch, I love you and your books. I can’t wait for not only Bear’s story but for every other book your mind can create. You are an author that is on my automatic buy list and that will never change. If you haven’t read any of her books yet, OMG go start getting them because you will not be disappointed I promise you that.
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King lifted me onto the dresser and pushed himself between my legs, forcing my legs apart. He held my wrists behind my back forcing my shoulders backwards and pushing my chest into his. My dress rode up to the tops of my thighs. King pushed a strand of hair behind my ears and leaned in to me, his lips just a breath away from mine. The room was getting hot. I couldn't breathe. I needed...I don't know what I needed. "No more questions."
I opened my mouth to argue. "Stop fucking talking," he snapped.
King lifted me off the dresser and carried me and set me down in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. He stood behind me. A head taller than me and outweighing me by a hundred pounds, our differences had never been more obvious. His dark jeans and dark tank top were a stark contrast to my little white eyelet sundress. My pale skin next to his tanned. My white hair to his black. It was a sight that made my knees weak. Because although the reflection in the mirror made our differences obvious, it also made me see how well the two fit together.
Haven’t read this series yet?
Meet King & Pup in King (Book One)
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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.