REVIEW AND EXCERPT: The Outskirts by T.M. Frazier

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The Outskirts by T.M. Frazier

Release Date: September 12th, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance


Sawyer wants a life of her own.

Finn wants to forget he ever had one.

After a tragedy, Finn Hollis escapes

into the swamp to be alone.

That is until Sawyer Dixon shows up,

all SCORCHING HOT innocence,

claiming she owns the land less than

fifty feet from his front door.

Sawyer gets under his SKIN, but even worse?

She makes him WANT things.

Things Finn hasn’t wanted in a very very long time.

Finn WANTS Sawyer gone.

Almost as much as he wants her in his BED.

The Outskirts is Book One in the Outskirts Duet.


The small, abandoned town that T.M. Frazier creates as the setting of her newest duet The Outskirts is a perfect place for secrets to hide in its swamp lands and it’s the exact kind of isolation that Finn Hollis’ life demands after everything spiraled out of his control, leaving him a tortured and broken man – one who has used the desolate and sullen areas of the Outskirts to bury his memories as well as the life he’ll never have again, which is absolutely fine by him because he refuses to endure any further heartache or emotional pain.

But what Finn’s not prepared for is the intriguing woman who moves in next door to him – one who has her own secrets and her own reasons for fleeing to a place where she can not only begin anew but also hideaway from a deplorable man who only lives to control and abuse her, so as much as Finn may want to stop the emotional connection he feels with his new neighbor, it’s impossible to do so because Sawyer Dixon’s  innocence and warmth have bore into his soul, and he knows he’ll never be the same again.

Even though Finn and Sawyer escaped to the Outskirts for varying purposes, T.M. Frazier does a fantastic job of illustrating just how much their differences pull them towards one another despite their best efforts to stay away. And, regardless of their initial reactions and even the knowledge that they’re probably each better off not embarking on a new relationship due to their harrowing pasts, their souls seem to call to one another, requesting they be a part of something that’s so much bigger than themselves and seems to be essential to bring Finn back into the land of the living and Sawyer into a life worth living.

The Outskirts is more than a book about two strangers who seem to find solace in a place that many would never venture because as Frazier wields her pen and introduces readers to who Finn and Sawyer are, what drives them, and what endears them to one another, we experience EVERYTHING that these two characters show us and even things that Finn and Sawyer haven’t realized about themselves yet that Frazier expertly illustrates throughout the course of the text and that help readers predict how the second part of their story will play out and what it will costs Finn and Sawyer in the end.

I never know exactly which way T.M. Frazier is going to take her characters and consequently her readers when I start one of her books; things can get jacked up pretty quickly in her stories and/or she builds up to periods of absolute chaos and darkness to the point where readers expect something to go down, but those expectations don’t even seem to compare to the black moments that her hero/heroine must endure at the hands of their own deviant and reprehensible behavior or at the hands of a few sadistic fiends who get off on torture and mayhem.

And as much as I shouldn’t admit it…I can’t wait for every deliciously dark and messed up moment of what’s to come for Finn and Sawyer!

4.5 Poison Apples



My throat tightened and a heaviness grew in my chest like my heart didn’t know whether to beat faster or stop beating altogether. “Did you leave me all this to show me the life you could’ve had, but didn’t? Why!?” I pounded the wheel again and then again, and again and again until my vision was blurry and all I could see was the redness of my own heated rage. “You’re a fucking coward! You fucking COWARD!” I screamed to no one, pounding on the wheel until the skin across my knuckles split and blood dripped between my fingers.

Strong hands bit into my biceps, yanking me from the cab. I was spun around by my shoulders and found myself face to face with Finn. “I like it when you swear,” he said, pressing close.

“Finn, get off me! Get off me! Let me go!” I wailed, struggling to free myself from his grip. Kicking out my legs only to connect with the air as he evaded my every move.

A growl tore from his throat. Finn picked me up and walked me to the back of the truck, setting me on the open tailgate. He pushed himself between my legs and hovered over me to keep me from leaping off.

“Let me go,” I demanded, pushing at his hard chest. “I don’t have time for your broodiness right now.”

Finn held my wrists together with one hand. “No, of course you don’t. You’re too busy tearing up pictures and screaming at no one.”

“Let me go,” I repeated.

“No,” he said between clenched teeth.

“Just go! Leave me alone. Leave meeeeeee!” I wailed as I pounded against his stone chest.

“You don’t want to hit me,” he warned, his eyes hardened.

“Then let me go.”

“Why?” He stepped in closer, unaffected by my attempt to fight against him. My inner thighs were touching his outer thighs.

“Because she did!” I screamed, my eyes sprang open to find his cold blue gaze. “She could have run anywhere and taken me with her. Instead she left him but she left me too. She was a coward who couldn’t make the right decision and I love her. I love her…but I hate her. I hate her so much…so…” I was interrupted when Finn’s lips pressed against mine, momentarily rendering me stupid. I pointed my toes toward the sky to avoid my initial instinct which was to wrap my legs around him. It was so consuming that I momentarily forgot to fight him off, but I didn’t need to, he pulled his lips from mine.

“Stop doing that,” I said. I pushed him off but he stayed between my legs, his hands on my bare back just under the hem of his big t-shirt I was wearing. His gaze hardened. I could see the conflict written in his lined forehead and the deep V between his eyes. I had no doubt the conflict had everything to do with me.

And kissing me.

“It’s your fault that I do it,” Finn said, his voice deep and smooth against my chin and then my neck.

“So that’s your plan? Kiss me every time you want to shut me up?” I asked, still feeling every bit of my anger but also feeling something else. Something that sent tingles between my legs and an ache in my core. “Thank you for saving me. Really. Thank you. I appreciate it,” my voice cracked. “But you can just leave me alone now. And please, STOP kissing me.” My words a whisper.

“I’m going to kiss you whenever I want to kiss you,” Finn stated as if I didn’t have a say in the matter.

The early morning sunlight highlighted the beads of sweat trickling from his shoulders down his broad chest and across the valleys of his defined abs. He was standing so close that we were breathing in each other’s air.

“Whenever you want to kiss me?” I laughed. “I don’t understand you. I don’t understand any of this. You’re always mad at me. Why did you save me? Why do you keep kissing me when you’re always mad at me?”

“It’s when I’m pissed off at you that I want to kiss you the most,” Finn said, his voice flowing over my skin like a silky blanket. He slid me closer so I could feel the outline of his rigid erection as if he were proving a point. He lowered his lips to mine and consumed my mouth in a greedy kiss that had me shaking with need and spinning with confusion.

“Do you always kiss everyone you hate?” I asked, yanking my lips from his.

“Does this feel like hate to you?” he growled pushing his hard length between my legs.


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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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