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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.
An excerpt for your enjoyment ;o)
“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 f*cking 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 c*ck 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.
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About the Mastermind
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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