Author: T.M. Frazier
Series: The King Series #1
Publisher by: Independent
Published on: June 15, 2015
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.
King is the long waited second novel from T.M. Frazier. I fell with her writing when I first read The Dark Light Of Day last year and I was anxious for her new release. After I finished King, I experienced so many varying emotions; shock, anger, sadness, and most of all OMG WTF, THAT CLIFFHANGER!!!!! T.m Frazier truly crafted a great story that was both dark, gritty and downright sexy.
The story starts off with Doe. Doe has no memory of who she is or where she’s from. She doesn’t know how she ended up in the hospital or if anyone is even looking for her. She’s been living on the streets for the last few months and she’s become desperate for shelter and protection. She meets King under unusual circumstances. They start out as strangers, then as hostage and kidnapper, and in the end they become so much more.
“He was the most terrifyingly beautiful thing I’d ever laid my eyes on.”
Brantley King is a complex character. He’s spent the last three years in prison but he’s finally out and back home. He is a tattoo artist and him and his best friend Preppy (I love this guy!), also run a successful drug business. Since he’s left prison King hasn’t been the same as he was before. He’s feels restless and agitated. The things that used to make him happy don’t seem to work anymore. When he initially meets Doe, there is something about her that seems to affect him. Something about her that breaks through the haze he has been in.
Doe is struggling with her new identity. Even though she doesn’t remember who she is, she still wants to protect the girl she thinks she was once was, so she tries to keep herself for falling for King. There is something about him that both scares her and turns her on. Doe is quirky, she doesn’t back down from him, she questions him, confronts him, and even though she tries to resist him, she is drawn to King. There is a back and forth, push and pull between the characters. The connection is fast and powerful but it somehow felt right.
King feels Doe deserves someone better than him. There are secrets that he is keeping from her. Yet, no matter how much he wants to deny it, or tries to push her away, he is still drawn to her. The sexual tension and chemistry could be felt between the two. Yes, their connection was intense and crazy but I still wanted them together.
“Why did you come back for me?”
“Because you’re mine.”
I didn’t just fall for King and Doe but I absolutely loved the other characters such as Preppy, Bear, and Grace. These characters added to the story and they had great importance in King’s life. To me this was much more than the typical “innocent girl and the bad boy” type story. These were two people who were also struggling with who they were and finding comfort in one another. The last 20% of this book had me completely on edge and invested in this story. I was bawling, angry, and I now have so many questions. I am ANXIOUSLY awaiting Tyrant.
“Hey there,” a deep voice rumbled against my ear.
When I turned around, I was eye level with a wall of leather with white patches sewn into it. One read VICE PRESIDENT and the other, BEACH BASTARDS. The man wearing the vest had long blonde hair that draped over to one side of his head, revealing the shaved area beneath. He had a beard, not stubble, a full-on beard that was a few inches long and very well groomed. He stood well over six feet, his frame lean yet very cut and muscular. I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were because his lids hung heavy and were slightly reddened. His entire neck was covered with colorful tattoos and when he went to light a cigarette I noticed that the backs of both of his hands and were covered in ink as well.
“Hey,” I answered back, trying to assert my newly found false confidence.
He was beyond attractive. He was gorgeous. If I had to end up in someone’s bed, I imagined that being in his wouldn’t be half-bad. He sniffled, drawing attention to the light dusting of white powder trapped in his nostrils.
“They call me Bear. You belong to anyone?” he asked seductively, leaning in toward me.
“Maybe…you?” I winced at my choice of words. Of all the fucking things I could have said, THAT was what came to mind? Stupid fucking mouth. Nikki was right. I spoke first and thought second.
Bear chuckled. “I’d love that, beautiful, but I got something else in mind.”
“Oh, yeah? What would that be?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light although my mind and heart were racing.
“This party? It’s for my buddy. And he was down here for a total of thirty minutes before he hightailed it upstairs to drown himself in a bottle of Jack. He’s like a cat in a tree, can’t seem to talk him down. It’s understandable, seeing as he’s been away a while, but I figure you can help me out.”
He hooked his finger into the front of my skirt and slowly dragged me toward him until my nipples were flush up against his chest. He pressed his fingers into the skin right above my public bone and I resisted the urge to jump back by biting down on my bottom lip.
“The BBB’s have never really been his thing.” He paused when he saw the confused look on my face at his abbreviation. “Beach Bastard Bitches.” He explained. “But you? You’re new. You’re different. You’ve got this cute little innocent thing going on, but I know you’re not or you wouldn’t be at this kind of party if that was your deal. I’m thinking he’ll like you.” Bear brushed his lips against the side of my neck. “So maybe you go up there. Make him happy for me. Make little him happy by wrapping those gorgeous lips around his cock for a while. Then when you’re done, bring him back down here to civilization. And maybe later, if you’re a good girl and do what you’re told, we can go back to the clubhouse and have some real fun.” He grazed his teeth along my earlobe. “Think you can you do that for me?”
“Yeah, yeah I can do that,” I said. My skin prickling from his touch. And I could do it.
“What’s your name anyway?” Bear’s hand slowly traveled up the back of my leg, pushing up my skirt, it came to rest on my ass cheek, which was then exposed to anyone who might have been looking in our direction.
“Doe. My name is Doe,” I breathed.
“Fitting.” He said with a chuckle. “Well, my innocent looking little Doe.” Bear leaned in close and surprised me by planting a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth. His lips were soft, and he smelled like laundry detergent mixed with liquor and cigarettes. I was just beginning to think that the kiss meant that he’d changed his mind and didn’t want me to send me away to his friend, but no such luck. He pulled away abruptly and turned me around by my shoulders so that I was facing the stairs. He swatted me on my ass, propelling me forward. “Up the stairs you go, sweetheart. Last room at the end of the hallway. Be good to my boy, and me and you will get to play later.” He sealed his words with a wink and as I made my way up the stairs I turned back and flashed him a fake smile. I hoped the guy at the end of the hallway was like Bear, because then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
Then a thought hit me that had me fighting back the tears that sprung from my eyes with a sudden force that almost took me to my knees.
I’d officially sold myself, and the price was far more than any dollar amount.
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