King and
Pup are back in this exciting conclusion to the King Series by T.M. Frazier
releasing August 17th!
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Blurb
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 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…
Excerpt
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.
Haven’t read this series
yet?
Meet King & Pup in King
(Book One)
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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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