Okay, it's quite damn possible that I have never, but ever, had a book hangover like the one that I have with King.......
King and Doe- oh my god. Just yeah. NO words. This book is SO freaking good. One of my new ALL TIME FAVORITE BOOKS. EVER. I mean, EVER. While I knew that there was going to be some kind of something, after meeting King in Dark Needs, I had no clue the depths that his story would go. No idea the love that he would feel for Doe.
Their intense connection was absolutely immediate. Not just a physical attraction, but almost a binding tether that you couldn't see. Neither of them could stay away, no matter how they tried. Even as Doe became King's "prisoner", she was still drawn to him. She somehow knew that he was ultimately her protector, her lover, her heart and soul- just hers.
King, on the same token, was just as taken with Doe. After letting her go, basically releasing her "into the wild", he could not resist the primal urge to come back and claim her, yet again. He was would so tight around her finger, even if she didn't realize it, that it scared him. He had never felt himself belong to anyone before- but he knew, down to his core- that he belonged to Doe.
I think that's why the ending of this book was so damn hard. To see these two, literally torn apart, it simply gutted me. I cried- big, huge ugly tears. Tears of sorrow and pain- but most of all, of rage. I'm sure that somewhere in my body, my blood was well and truly boiling, after seeing the things that Doe's father had done. After all of the horrific things that King and Doe had been through, especially with the recent thing with Preppy, to see him betray them that way- I wanted his head. I immediately messaged T.M. on Facebook and begged for Tyrant- yes, I begged. Pleaded even. I'm not ashamed to say that. I need the rest of King and Doe's story- maybe more than I've needed a book in a long while. That's how much it affected me. That's how phenomenal it was. 5 stars- well, that's just not even close to being enough for this book. Not even close. More like a million. One of the best that I've ever read. Hands down.
KING. IS. HERE!
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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.
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.