Book Tour: King By T.M. Frazier

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.

I had forgotten how T.M. Frazier can write something that is painful and yet at the same time it makes you fall in love with the bad guy, or in this case the King.  I am going to straight up tell you that this book is not a happy go lucky oh lookie unicorns and rainbows type of happily ever after, it is so far from that it’s not even funny.  It has drug use, sex, abuse, lies, violence and death, so if you don’t like or can’t handle those things in your books then I suggest you skip King.  However, if you are like me who loves a book with a darkness to it and has no issues about those things then I don’t think you will like it, I think you will love it.
King is an asshole, a bad boy, hell he could be the poster child for being the epitome of an asshole.  Look up the definition of asshole and his picture should be right there with it.  But, he is so much more, and when we can chip away at the walls surrounding King, you see that he is so much more than what people see.  He has a reason for being how he is, and he isn’t going to apologize for that and he shouldn’t. 
Doe has no memory of who she is, she’s homeless and is barely surviving.  She ends up at King’s coming home party with the hope of finding a bed and food and at this point she really doesn’t care what she has to do to achieve that.  When something happens and King collects her as payment she doesn’t know to be scared, pissed, or relieved.  She has a mouth on her that can get her in trouble in a heartbeat,  and she has no problems telling King what she thinks.  Slowly a relationship between them form and can see how these two have broken down their walls, that is until something happens that made me scream all sorts of profanities for a good five minutes straight.  I’m not saying one instance or a couple made that happen, this is something you will have to find out on your own.  And that ending, I need to get Tyrant right this second just so I can see what happens next, because yes there is a cliffhanger but luckily we don’t have long to wait for the rest of King and Doe’s story.
If you are a fan of T.M. Frazier’s previous books, I know I am, then you will want to read Kingright away because it will keep you on the edge of your seat wanting more.
Excerpt #1
“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.
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.
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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Release Blitz: Keys To My Cuffs (The Heroes of Dixie Wardens MC #4) By: Lani Lynn Vale

You’re the Keys

Loki’s life was a lie. Everything he’d done for the last eight years was under an assumed name for the Benton Police Department. He’d lied, cheated, and stolen all in the name of the law. He wore himself thin, and not even the open road could take away the pain anymore. Then his little next door neighbor moved in, and suddenly he had a reason to get out of bed every morning. Except he was an officer of the law, and a member of a prominent motorcycle club in the area, The Dixie Wardens MC. Neither of which she could deal with.

To My

It wasn’t the scars that covered her new neighbor’s body that scared Channing. It was the badge. The fact that he belonged to The Dixie Wardens MC was only icing on the cake. She should be running away as fast as her legs could carry her. But there’s something about Bryce ‘Loki’ Rector. Something that eased the unreasonable fear she felt every time she came into contact with something that reminded her of her past.


They say love isn’t easy, and it definitely isn’t for the two of them. Loki has to learn to feel again, and Channing has to learn to live. Their road isn’t an easy one by any means, but Loki makes two promises. One, he’ll never let anything hurt Channing again. Two, it’d be over his dead body that he’d ever let her go.

Get ready to once again laugh your ass off and have your panties get wet when you read about Loki and Channing.  Each time I start one of these books I say to myself there is no way that this one will live up to the last and I am proved wrong each and every single time.  Because every book doesn’t just top the previous one, it blows them away and Keys To My Cuffs is no exception.  I think I peed my pants from laughing so hard, I don’t want to give any of the book away but the scene where Channing gets stiches, is freaking hilarious.
Loki was undercover when he met Channing, and she was weary of him when she thought he was a criminal, but when she learns he is a cop, well that could be a game changer and for good reason.  He will do what he has to do to keep her safe, even if it means staying away and possibly ruining any chance he has with her.  Loki has this hard exterior, but what is underneath is someone who will die before he lets Channing be hurt again even if it means hurting his own heart in the process. 
Channing’s past with cops is one that has made her scared of all of them, both good and bad ones.  But there is something about Loki that makes her slowly become more comfortable with his occupation.  She is also hilarious and sweet and sassy.  She fits in perfectly with the rest of the crew.

I read all four books in this series in a four day period and now I am going through withdraw.  I hope that the next book comes out very soon because I need more of these guys and the sassy women who they love.  Lani Lynn Vale is now one of my automatic reads from this day forward.
Excerpt from Keys To My Cuffs © Lani Lynn Vale
“It’ll work, I saw them on Facebook.  Another friend of mine made these for her daughter’s kindergarten class, and they were a big hit,” Baylee said with enthusiasm.
I looked at the half banana I had on the stick, and the bowl of melted chocolate she wanted me to dip it in, and thought ‘fuck it.’
Reaching forward, I dipped the entire thing into the chocolate and pulled it back out again.
The chocolate coated the entire banana, and then leaked down partially on the stick.
I rolled the stick around between my fingers as I watched the final stray bits of chocolate drip off the concoction before I set it down on the wax paper beside the bowl.
Baylee was doing the same from her side as well, while we waited for whatever secret meeting the men were having to break up.
When I’d tried to go find Loki, I’d been met with a wall of men’s eyes, none of which had been Loki, and I’d retreated right back to the kitchen and Baylee.
“How many of these do you have to make?”  I wondered.
She set the banana pop down that she was working on and reached for a new one as she replied.  “He has twenty two in his class, a teacher, and a teacher’s aide.  So I’ll make twenty four.  Does that sound good?”
Sounded good to me.  “Yep.”
We worked side by side for the next twenty minutes while we spoke about our jobs, as well as the fire and police departments that a few of the men in The Dixie Wardens worked at.
“Why don’t you work here?”  I questioned curiously.
She’d just told me that she worked in Kilgore, Texas.  Which was nearly an hour away from where we were at right now.  Seemed to me if my husband worked at the local fire department, then I’d try to get on at the department in which he worked.  Not to mention it was nearly an hour closer.
That was one hell of a drive to do every three days.
“Benton Fire Department is a really small department.  They only recently started running three engines.  Two at the North side of town, and one at the South side of town.  They only have two ambulances, and they already have the positions filled for paramedics,” she explained. “Maybe one day I’ll look to get on at the department, but I like where I’m at.  I also don’t think I could handle working with Sebastian.  He’s too bossy, and I don’t think I would be able to stop myself from telling him to fuck off.”
I giggled.  “That would be fun to see.”
I could only imagine Sebastian giving Baylee an order of some kind.  Then she underminded him in front of the entire department by telling him to go ‘fuck himself.’
He’d never hear the end of it then.
“I guess I can see why you wouldn’t want to work with your husband.  I could only imagine how freaked Loki would be if I worked with him.   He’d wrap me in cotton, then probably get shot in the process because he was too busy worrying about me rather than his own butt,” I agreed.
Baylee snorted.  “That’s nothing but the truth.  I’ve had my own form of protection from those guys myself.  They don’t like it when their women are in danger.  Trust me on that.”
“Bet your ass, sweet cheeks,” Sebastian’s deep baritone voice said from behind us.
Then the unmistakable sound of a hand meeting the meaty part of an ass rent the air, followed by Baylee’s shriek of outrage.  “Sebastian, you big shit.  You made me get chocolate on my fingers!”
I turned just in time to see Sebastian put Baylee’s fingers into his mouth and suck.
My eyes returned immediately to what I was doing while my cheeks flamed.
A warm hand sliding around from my hip to my stomach had me turning my head to the side and up to find Loki’s amused face.
His big body was shaking in silent laughter at the awkward position I was in, and the degree of redness still tinging my cheeks.
“What’re you making?” He asked curiously, as he watched me dip another banana on a stick into the not-so-melted-anymore chocolate.
“Chocolate covered bananas for Johnny’s kindergarten class party tomorrow,” I informed him.
His eyes moved from the banana in my hand to the finished ones cooling on the wax paper, and his eyebrows furrowed.
“Sebastian, did you see what they’re making your son for his Christmas party?”  Loki asked.
My eyes went from Loki’s furrowed brow to Sebastian, and the expression on his face was comical.
“What the fuck are you making, Baylee?”  He exclaimed.
“Chocolate covered…oh fuck!” Baylee yelled.  “What the hell, the picture Winter showed me of hers didn’t look like that!”
Winter, she explained, was her partner at the Kilgore Fire Department.  Winter had made these for a family barbeque, and they’d been a big hit with the kids.
“What’s wrong with them?”  I asked in confusion.
I didn’t see anything wrong with them, I mean sure, they were a little messy looking.
The outsides had drips of chocolate that ran down the length of the banana in rivulets, giving off a vein effect.  And the chocolate had clumped more about an inch down from the tip of the…holy shit!
“They look like chocolate covered dicks!” I shrieked.
“And there it is,” Loki chuckled as he pulled me in closer to his body.
“I can’t give these to a bunch of five year olds!” Baylee cried.
Sebastian picked one of the chocolate covered dicks…bananas, and held it up for inspection.  Then he surprised the ever-loving shit out of me and took a bite of the concoction.
“It’s pretty good,” Sebastian offered.  “You can’t take them to his school, but the guys will eat them.  They won’t go to waste.”
Loki followed suit, grabbing up six separate dried chocolate covered dicks and walked into the living room.
We followed behind him, Baylee and I, side by side, as we watched him pass out the dicks to the men remaining in the living room.
There were only seven now, and every one of them took the creations with a wary eye, but nonetheless took a bite anyway.
“This is the best dick I’ve ever tasted,” the old man who looked like Santa exclaimed.
Baylee and I giggled as Trance turned to the old man.  “Hopefully it’s the only dick you’ve ever tasted.”
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Blog Tour: Cartel By: Lili St. Germain

How much is a life worth?

Mariana Rodriguez is the eldest daughter of a Colombian drug lord. Growing up in Villanueva, Colombia, she has never wanted for anything. Private schools, a lavish lifestyle, and the safety of the Cartel that her father works for.
At nineteen, she’s got her entire life mapped out, and what a good life it’s going to be: graduate from college, move to America, and finally be free from the stifling grip of the Cartel.
Only, her father messes up. A shipment of cocaine – a very large, very valuable shipment – is seized by the authorities whilst under his care and he becomes liable for the debt. Half a million dollars worth of cocaine.
Half a million dollars he does not have.
But he has a daughter, a very smart one, a daughter who would give up her very existence and offer herself as payment for her father’s sins, to ensure her family survives.

But falling in love with the man who owned her wasn’t part of the plan …

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His eyes lit up at that as his gaze travelled across my chest and wandered down to the most private of places. I was clothed and covered in the right places, but in front of him, I felt completely naked. The feeling was unnerving and delicious all at once, which only confused me further.
So he’s sexy as hell. It doesn’t matter. He’s the enemy.
‘It doesn’t matter anyway,’ I added hastily. ‘I’ve got a nasty case of the clap. Better not rape me or your pico might fall off.’ I thrust my chin out as I used the Spanish term for ‘small dick’, smirking at the Gypsy Brother as his warm hands continued to roam every bit of bare flesh on my arms.
Dornan laughed at my admission, a throaty noise full of gravel and insolence that made me increasingly unsteady on my feet.
‘I’m not going to rape you,’ he replied, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. ‘And you don’t have the clap. So don’t use that one on me.’
The Cartel Trilogy Reading Order
Cartel #1
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Lili writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.
She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.

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