Tuesday, June 16



Title: King
Author: TM Frazier
Release Date: June 15, 2015
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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.



I can’t even think right now. I literally am stunned into a book hangover. I just finished King and every nerve in my body feels like it is on fire.

This book has everything. It has an incredibly unique and different type storyline that will heal you and break you at the same time.

‘Doe’ has no memory of the life she was given. She is doing everything in her power just to survive and find a roof over her head and food to eat. She is willing to do whatever it takes- even if it means selling herself to the devil.

King has just been released from prison and even though it hadn’t been a first visit for him, this time, when he was released, he feels different. He isn’t as keen to return to the way his life used to be- but its all he really knows.

When King see’s Doe there is this lost vacant look to her and something in him stirs. He legit hates her but it doesn’t take long for that hate to turn into something else- something he never thought he was capable of…love.

But King has a goal- one that no matter what comes or goes from his life- he cannot give up on. And he doesn’t. Doe may be the person his soul was meant to be with but that doesn’t stop him from using her to get what he is truly after.

I absolutely loved the dynamic of the characters. King and Doe are so different than anything I have read in a very long time. My heart legitimately broke and I cried genuine tears. My whole body is still humming with adrenaline from this fast paced all-consuming storyline.

Preppy- we cannot do a review without mentioning this colorful, fowl mouthed character that will eat up your heart and bring a fresh breath of air to this darker/serious storyline. He is a guy who does a lot of bad- but he has a genuine soul and will make you laugh through your tears. Despite the reasons you should hate him- you will fall in love with this quirky character.

The ending. The twist. Its all just to much. I need the next book right now. I don’t even know how to comprehend the end. You’re thinking one thing, then brings on a whole new set of feelings to just have it switched up again and leave you completely stunned with another whole new set of emotions and nerves. All within just a few pages. I cannot wait to read the conclusion in Tyrant! I can guess a million times over what I think will happen but I just know it will not even come close to what will happen.

An extremely brilliant storyline and a must read. This is a first read for me from TM Frazier and I can genuinely say that- even after Tyrant- I will definitely be keeping my eye out for more from this brilliant minded author. This book has been added to my #AlphaFavorites2015 list as well as to my all time favorites list.

**5 Brilliant, Unique & All-Consuming Stars**

Reviewed by Alissa Evanson


Tattooing Doe was the single most erotic moment of my life. Marking her perfect, pale skin with a tattoo I'd designed for her made me so fucking hard I had to adjust myself every thirty seconds in order to concentrate on my work.

When I was done, I handed her the hand mirror, and she walked over to the full-sized mirror that hung on the back of the door, like she'd seen dozens of my other clients do before. When she held up the hand mirror, she gasped.

"What?" I asked in a panic, hoping she didn't already see what I'd hidden in the tattoo. I was an asshole for putting it there. I was an asshole for tattooing her in the first place.

I was just an asshole.

But I couldn't help myself. My name needed to be on her. It wasn’t enough just to call her mine. I needed to mark her as well. So hidden in the vine work under the quote I found that I thought was perfect for her, was my name.

KING was woven into the design. In order to see it you had to tilt your head or otherwise you wouldn't notice it. But it was there.

I would tell her eventually of course, but I wanted it to be my secret for a while. She'd stopped being my possession a while ago, a lot longer before I cared to admit, but I still felt the need to mark her as mine.

I still liked the idea of owning her.

Only now, she owned me, too.

She didn't notice the name. Tears filled her eyes. She stood there staring at the hand mirror in just her panties. Little cheeky ones where her ass hung out of the bottoms. Her tits were only inches from my face. Her tears of happiness made my dick twitch. Although her sad tears evoked the same response.

My dick wasn't partial to which kind of tears he liked.

I took the mirror from her hand and lifted her up onto the counter. "You like it?" I asked, pushing her panties down her legs.

"I love it," she panted, wrapping her legs around me, drawing me close. Her wetness soaking my boxers. I pushed them down with one hand. I'd been hard for three hours, the entire time I’d been working on her, and couldn't wait any longer. I pushed inside her tight, wet heat.

We both moaned at the contact.

"You love it?" I asked, needing to hear her say it again.

"Yes, I love it!" she said as I thrust up into her, hard. "I love it. So much. I love you."

I froze when I heard the words, and when I did, her eyes flung open.

"I didn't mean—"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Oh my god, I have that word vomit thing. I’m sorry. Shit, I just meant that—"

"Shut the fuck up!" I demanded, thrusting hard to get her attention. She closed her eyes, and her head fell back. "That's fucking better. Now, keep that pretty mouth of yours shut while I fuck you."

"Okay," she whispered, breathless.

"Shut up," I said again, and she closed her mouth. "Shut up so I can fuck you…and show you how much I love you."

She nodded and although her eyes stayed shut, a tear rolled down her cheek. I sucked it off her chin before it could fall to the floor.

Then, I fucked her.


I showed her how much I loved her until I couldn't tell where I started and she began. Until all that was in that room was me and her and the thing between us that kept pulling us together like magnets. Until we were lost in sensations and orgasms.

And in each other.

I fucked her until we were one person, and in a way we were, because I'd lost myself along the way and I found myself again in the most unlikely place.

I'd found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was.

Or maybe, we didn't find each other at all.

Maybe, we just decided to be lost together.


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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