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Thursday, November 3, 2016

5* #Review #Giveaway #Except Preppy by @TM_Frazier



The Bow Tie is Back!
PREPPY by T.M. Frazier is LIVE!

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Samuel Clearwater, A.K.A Preppy, likes bowties, pancakes, suspenders, good friends, good times, good drugs, and a good f*ck.

He’s worked his way out from beneath a hellish childhood and is living the life he’s always imagined for himself. When he meets a girl, a junkie on the verge of ending it all, he’s torn between his feelings for her and the crippling fear that she could be the one to end the life he loves.

Andrea ‘Dre’ Capulet is strung out and tired.

Tired of living for her next fix. Tired of doing things that make her stomach turn. Tired of looking in the mirror at the reflection of the person she’s become. Just when she decides to end it all, she meets a man who will change the course of both their lives forever.

And their deaths.

For most people, death is the end of their story.
For Preppy and Dre, death was only the beginning.

This is the fifth book in the King Series and it's meant to be read after Soulless.

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Review - 5 Stars
Whenever I go to review one of T.M's books...I feel like I am not doing it justice. She freaking is the bomb.com

#Bowtie till I die

I have been waiting since King for this book and let me tell you T.M. Frazier continues to knock our socks off…This was everything I wanted it too be, and the ending, of course I threw the kindle and was cussing her out! She knows how to hook you in and then drop a MF bomb! 

I never knew true fear until I met pure evil.
He wore a smile and a bow tie.

Samuel Preppy Clearwater didn’t have an easy life growing up. He has some huge demons from his childhood and until he was befriended by King, he might not have stood a chance in life. With King and Bear as his friends(I like to call them the Alpha Musketeers), Preppy finally has a family with these guys. However, I also think that Preppy shows a side of himself that part truth/part mask to everyone. He is smart, funny, a bit nerdy and a freaking psychopath that wears a smile and a bowtie! But he’s also protective, has a heart of gold and he’s also pretty damn dirty. Oh my the thoughts that run through his head...wowzer! 

"I can't keep you."
"I'm not yours to keep."

Dre was not at all like I was expecting. The opening scene had me like...WHAT? But she won me over and then made my heart break. This girl had so much guilt that she allowed it to rule her life. It tore her to bits and she turned to the life that she didn’t think she would ever see. The “White Devil” has made her look in the mirror and not see Dre, but a stranger. She is tired of hurting, of feeling dead, of looking for her next fix. Dre needs to turn her life around, but can she or will she fall back into the addiction?

He was an addiction. I craved him, and I wanted more.
But just like heroin, the high was all a lie. I believed he was good for me when in fact, he was worse than any drug.

So I am now understanding why Preppy and Dre are going to need three books. Because I think their love story is going to be that epic. Both are broken and damaged, but deep down they feed off each other and seem to be each others saving grace. Preppy shows his vulnerable side to Dre and she still loves all his broken bits. Dre feels normal with Preppy, he takes her for who she is, but he doesn’t always show his true feelings. This was definitely an emotional rollercoaster and will hook you from page one. You will not want this too end and when it does you are going to be begging for the next book! I teared up quite a bit in a few places(not gonna say), had my heart thumping in overdrive and had to fan myself a few times...dirty dirty! 

Three words at the end will leave you speechless and wanting...holy crap! Dre and Preppy’s story is told from dual POV’s and goes from past to present. You will be sucked in, there is no doubt! 
T.M. took this too another level and I am absolutely bewitched by her words. She is such an evil ginger...She is one of the author’s that you stalk constantly because you know that with each book, she ups the crazy and delivers a powerhouse punch to your lady garden! I highly recommend this book! I would read King, Tyrant, Lawless, and Soulless before hand because some stuff does happen that is in the previous books.


“No! I hate you,” she spat, as I continued to tug her beside me.
“Good, you can hate me while I fuck you,” I said. “But first things first. My lesson obviously didn’t take in that brain of yours. You want what you want and I can’t stop you,” I said, as we approached the train tracks which were elevated on a mound of gravel several feet off the ground. The warning lights flashed orange, the neon reflective barriers dropped down to cover the service road, while the bells indicating an approaching train clanged away. “And since I can’t stop you, I’m going to help you out. Bullet in the head was so three hours ago. I’ve got something even better in mind now.”
“Wait. What?” she asked, her teeth chattering. “You…you wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t what?” I said, turning around to face her, almost losing my footing when I noticed the trail of dried tears on her cheeks. I looked away for a fraction of a second to regain my composure. “You think I wouldn’t kill someone?” I cocked an eyebrow. “You already know that I’ve been there, done that, bought the motherfucking t-shirt, doll.” Her eyes went wide and she made a move to step back. “Oh no, Doc, I read your letter and I saw what you wanted. And remember, I’m nothing if not accommodating.”
When I pulled her to climb the gravel mound her knees locked up so I bent over and picked her up by the waist, tossing her over my shoulder, carrying her onto the tracks while she beat on my back with her closed fists. When I got to the top I set her down roughly and she fell backwards onto her ass, bracing herself with her hands against the large pieces of gravel under the tracks.
The whistle of the train blew in the distance. It wouldn’t be long now. Dre made a move to stand up, but that wasn’t what I had in mind. I bent down and pushed on her chest, spreading her tiny frame across the tracks. I crawled on top of her, pinning her down with my thighs. I leaned over her, my chest to hers as we both breathed rapidly. She struggled underneath me to get up, pushing at my chest, but I wouldn’t budge. “Why the struggle, Doc? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
She glanced up at me as the train whistled again. Her gaze flipped to her right, where the single yellow light from the train emerged from around the corner, shining brighter and brighter as it chugged closer and closer. For a moment she stopped struggling, looking back and forth from the train to me.
“So what, you’re gonna die too?” she asked, hoping to appeal to my sense of self preservation.
I shrugged. “I get bored easily, maybe the devil will make me his errand boy or something.”
“Preppy, this isn’t funny. Get up and get off the fucking tracks,” she said, her concern shifting from herself to me.
I shook my head and yawned. She wiggled underneath me, and although there was a train barreling toward us my cock once again stirred to life. Maybe I should just rip down her panties and push inside of her. Train or no train, it would be one fuck of a way to go out.
“You have to choose, Doc,” I said, making my voice as serious as I was capable. “Life?” I asked, screaming over the sound of the train screeching against the track. I pushed my hard cock against her core and she gasped. Her trembling turned into a shiver, her mouth fell open. I glanced to the side at the blinding light of the approaching train as it bathed us both in a tunnel of light. I leaned down, so close that my lips were a whisper above hers, as I shouted, “Life? Or death? What’s it gonna be, Doc?” My hair blew around my face as the light grew brighter and brighter. “Answer the fucking question!” I demanded, my hands squeezing her shoulders, my fingers digging roughly into her skin. “DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE?”
With only seconds left until we became shredded under the train, Dre closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened them again they were glistening, fresh tears spilling from the edges.
She started to speak, her lips forming the beginning of the word, but before it could fully leave her lips I stood, pulling her up with me. I lifted Dre into my arms and took a running leap off the tracks, my legs flailing in the air as we fell the seven or so feet. Dre’s decision still on her lips, her scream surrounding the air around us as we crashed down into the field.
“I wanna liiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvveeeeee.”


About the Author:
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T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR best known for her KING SERIES. She was born on Long Island, NY. When she was eight years old she moved with her mom, dad, and older sister to sunny Southwest Florida where she still lives today with her husband and daughter.

When she was in middle school she was in a club called AUTHORS CLUB with a group of other young girls interested in creative writing. Little did she know that years later life would come full circle.

After graduating high school, she attended Florida Gulf Coast University and had every intention of becoming a news reporter when she got sucked into real estate where she worked in sales for over ten years.

Throughout the years T.M. never gave up the dream of writing and with her husband’s encouragement, and a lot of sleepless nights, she realized her dream and released her first novel, The Dark Light of Day, in 2013.
She’s never looked back.

Visit her at www.tmfrazierbooks.com for news, information, and appearances.

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