Friday, June 19, 2015

King by T.M. Frazier Blog Tour


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.

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“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 pubic 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. I think.

“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.




Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

Shannan☆☆☆☆☆
This is my first read from T.M. Frazier and all I can say is what the hell took me so long? I loved King. I could not put this one down. The writing had me on the edge of my seat I had to know what was going to happen next.

Doe has no idea who she is or where she comes from. She remembers waking up in an alley but no idea how she got there or how she ended up in the condition she was in. The police say no one was looking for her, she wasn't a missing person, just a junkie or a hooker whose pimp roughed her up. She lives on the streets with no idea where she'll end up or where her next meal will come from. The only hope she has is, Nikki, her friend, that has an idea to go to a welcome back party where there will be bikers. She promises Doe if you are nice to the bikers hopefully they will pick you to protect and make you theirs. Doe knows she needs to do what she has to in order to survive to get herself a meal and off the streets.

“I am the judge. I am the jury. And sometimes, when the situation calls for it, I am the motherfucking executioner.”

Brantley King is not a man to be messed with. He's a career criminal just out of prison. He has two things in his life that are important, his friend Preppy and his tattoo gun. If you cross him you will pay. Three years in prison changed him. The man that went in was not the same man that came out. When he first lays eyes on Doe there is something about her he instantly connects with but before he can talk to her she's gone. That is until Nikki makes a bad move and leaves Doe to repay King her debt.

“He may have been the devil, but his body was sculpted like a god.”

I loved Preppy. He was the humor that fit perfect into this story. He was a scary and could do horrible things while enjoying them, but he was sweet as could be when it came to the grannies.

“Because pancakes.”

I never saw the end coming, I didn't expect it and I was floored. I cannot wait for Tyrant and am thanking the release gods that it comes out in a few months. I NEED to know what happens. Yes King could be ‘King of the douche bags’ but I loved him. The tough alpha manly side of him and the sweet soft, sexy side made for a perfect combination. And all I have to say is it cannot end like this, it just can't!


Shelby☆☆☆☆☆
What a crazy ride!
Doe is living a lie – not really a lie, as she doesn't know who she really is. Being homeless and destitute means she has no real "means" to uncover who or what she was. Befriended by a junkie prostitute doesn't really bode well for her, but at least she has someone to help her survive.
Recently released from jail, King is returning to his life and trying to assimilate back into his pre-jail life. With the help of his long-time friends, Preppy and Bear, he's almost able to.
With no time nor need for relationships, Doe may prove to be a bit of a challenge, but she's a necessary evil.
This story was an intricately woven tale of intrigue and deception. I was trying to figure out the "real" story of each character, figuring out the significance of small details.
The story of these characters was interesting and unique, it was both sweet and dark, and I found myself unable to put it down.
The end had left me reeling – rocking back and forth, praying that Tyrant is released NOW!


Johanna☆☆☆☆☆
Homeless. Hungry. Desperate.

Hot. Gritty. Fast paced. This read was fabulous. Doe or Jane Doe doesn't know who she is and falls in with the homeless crowd only to be sucked into the world of King's. At least until the friend who introduced her walks off with King's money and she's stuck paying for the mistake. With nowhere to run she examines her surroundings only to realize if she wants to eat then maybe King’s not bad after all.

King is fresh out of doing three years in jail for his mother's death. He seems like he is tired and just wants some peace at first but his lifestyle is only lived one way. Everything that the blurb in this book spit out grabs you and gives you a harsh cliffhanger with book two in the making. I want it NOW! F@ck the wait!

Five stars!






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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Reviewers on the Wicked Reads Review Team were provided a free copy of King (King #1) by T.M. Frazier to read and review for this tour.

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