Up in Smoke, an all-new gritty standalone romance by T.M. Frazier is coming February 19th, 2018!
Synopsis
I’m a man without a conscience.
I deal in murder and mayhem.
I’m the best at what I do.
Frankie Helburn is supposed to be an easy job.
A means to flush her father out of hiding.
Simple.
Except there isn’t anything simple about Frankie or the secrets she’s keeping.
She’s stubborn as hell and the sexiest god damn thing I have ever seen, sending dark, dirty animalistic desire coursing through my veins.
She’s cocaine with legs. A f*cking addiction that makes me question things I’ve never questioned before. Want things I’ve never wanted before.
I might have her, but she isn’t mine to keep.
If her father doesn’t show his face, she will be mine.
To KILL.
** Other books in the King Series DO NOT have to be read to enjoy Smoke's book. Up in Smoke can be read as a standalone. **
Excerpt:
“All these bruises,” Smoke muses.
“And not one of them caused by me.” He trails a hand up my arms and down my
flat stomach. “Pity, but I still have time to leave my mark on you yet.”
My entire body stiffens. I’m as
rigid as a corpse.
Smoke chuckles and I’m glad I’m
facing away because his laugh is pure torture, causing his erection to vibrate
against my folds which are aching for more contact.
“You will be punished, hellion. You
can be sure of that.”
I look over my shoulder and meet his
dark eyes which darken even further as his pupils dilate. His lingering gaze
rakes me over from my feet to my breasts and back down to the space between my
thighs. He licks his full bottom lip.
My stomach flips. My will to fight
him off doesn’t waiver, but my body isn’t getting the message. My core clenches
again. I turn back around to face the tile, digging my teeth into my lower lip
until I taste my own blood.
His chest presses against my back,
and his hardness pulses between my legs, rubbing against my inner thighs. He
squirts some shampoo in his hand, working it into my hair. He tilts my head
back and rinses my hair then slides his slick and soapy hand down my body.
I’m breathing rapidly now. Short
quick breaths I can’t control. There’s a deep rumble in his throat. His hand
travels lower and lower on my stomach until it’s between my legs. He’s working
his thumb over my swollen nub, sending sparks of need, pangs of pleasure, and a
wave of self-hatred, surging within my battered body and bruised soul.
“What…what are you doing?” I ask,
seeing flashes of white hot lust behind my closed eyes.
“More questions…” his voice a hearty
amused rasp. His fingers circle my clit while he continues to rock his hard
cock between my legs. The pressure building is so strong it borders on painful.
Tears leak from my eyes. I’m so
fucking mad at myself for being turned on. For Smoke being right. I’m so wet.
He feels it. There’s no way he can’t
feel it.
He leans in close. I’m stone still
except for the tremors gripping my body. He licks the tear off my cheek and
groans. He dips the tip of his finger inside of me and I tighten around the
intrusion. It’s a foreign sensation. Strange. It feels both wrong and right.
Pleasurable and painful. “Your tight little pussy is weeping too. I wonder if
its tears taste the same.”
I look over my shoulder as he
withdraws his finger and sucks it into his mouth. He groans. “Fear or desire.
They both taste real fuckin’ good to me.”
He places his hand back between my
legs. When I try to squeeze my thighs together to keep him out he parts them
with his knee on a grunt and begins circling my clit again. This time harder.
Faster.
I’m staying as still as I can, but
when I feel something begin to happen inside my body. The sparks he ignited
within me are all crashing together. I can’t hold back. My face scrunches as I
try to fight the orgasm fighting its way out, but it’s no use. I can’t fight
it. It’s too fucking strong. I’m so fucking close.
I arch my back without thinking,
pressing my ass against him, begging for more. For what I need to push me over
the edge.
Smoke hisses. “Oh, what I could do
to this beautiful little pussy.”
The pleasure builds and builds as he
strokes me harder. Faster. I’m about to come all over his fingers when the
feeling is lost.
I spin around.
Smoke is gone.
I can’t see through the steam so I
shut off the spray and wipe the water from my eyes only to see Smoke toweling
off in front of the sink on the other side of the bathroom.
The only proof I have of what just
happened between us was real is his cock. Erect. Thick. Huge. The purplish
swollen head bobs against his abs, jutting out over the top of the towel he
wraps around his waist.
“What…what just happened?” I
stammer, leaning back against the wall for support.
Smoke steps forward, and when I go
to jerk back, he reaches out and pinches my nipple painfully hard. I yelp and
leap back, slipping on the tile, falling on my ass, taking the shower curtain
down with me.
Smoke rips the curtain off my head
and glares down at me with a triumphant grin on his evil beautiful face. “What
just happened was called punishment and you got off easy. Next time I’ll split
that tight pussy in two with my fucking cock.”
He goes to leave but stops. “You
want pain?” he asks. “I’ll give it to you. You want pleasure? Now that’s
something you’re gonna have to earn.”
He leaves, slamming the door behind
him.
I release a shaky exhale.
I’d hoped the rest of my time with
Smoke would be tolerable, but there’s no fucking way that’s going to happen.
Not now. Not with my skin crawling with need. I’m losing my mind. About where I
am. About what this is all about. About this beautiful horrible evil man.
I feel like I’ve already been split
in two.
What Smoke is doing to me is far
more than punishment.
It's
pure fucking torture.
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About the Author:
T.M.Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and her young daughter.
When she’s not writing she loves talking to her readers, country music, reading and traveling. Her debut novel, The Dark Light of Day was published in September of 2013 and when she started writing it she intended for it to be a light beachy romance.
Well…it has a beach in it! 
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