Up in Smoke, an all-new gritty standalone romance from USA Today bestselling author T.M. Frazier is LIVE!
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.
Except there isn’t anything simple about Frankie or the secrets she’s keeping.
She’s cocaine with legs. I’m addicted before I’ve even had a taste.
I might have her, but I can’t keep her.
But if her father doesn’t show his face, Frankie will be mine.
*Can be read as a standalone.
Oh T.M. Frazier how I ADORE your FUCKED UP anti-heroes!
And, just when I think there’s no way a new Frazier male character could infiltrate my favorite trio of badass sociopaths, you go and create Smoke – ‘kidnapper and killer extraordinaire.’ A man who personifies hatred, darkness, ‘brimstone and fire.’
In Smoke’s own words, he’s ‘what remains after the flames have been doused. I’m Hell on Earth. Brimstone and fire. Ember and Ashes. I am mother fucking smoke.’
Smoke has lived his life answering to no one; the amount and type of crimes he’s committed illustrate just how ‘soulless’ and ‘lawless’ he lives his life. Up until this point, everything has been done on his terms, but his little ‘Hellion’ is a game changer that he never saw coming and now, he doesn’t know how to deal with the barrage of feelings she coaxes out of him because they consist of more than just his typical emotions of lust, rage, and hatred.
Smoke is a one man maelstrom hellbent on revenge which doesn’t bode well for his newest victim…the bait for his next kill – Frankie Helburn.
Like all of Frazier’s heroines, Frankie is much more than she appears, but she keeps her true nature close to the vest because there is too much to lose…too much that could completely obliterate her self-contained plan. There’s a much different woman concealed behind her baggy clothes and shy personality, and that girl is set free when her life and her mission are threatened by a man whose monstrous acts have a deeper purpose than Frankie understands, but then again, Smoke has no idea who his target truly is and how much the reality of her complicates, not only his plan, but the revenge he’s been fighting for since the night his world turned even darker.
The deplorable and deviant worlds that T.M. Frazier creates are saturated with illegal and deadly activities, bouts of extreme mayhem, and a cast of cynical and antagonistic characters who aren’t afraid to walk through the darkness, raising holy hell as they do so, in order to guarantee the outcomes that bring them a bit of calm amidst the multitude of messed up situations that have infiltrated their lives.
Once again, I stand in awe of T.M. Frazier’s ability to craft settings that personify the evils and darkness that her characters must contend with and then constructs a cast of characters who are so multifaceted that readers cannot truly capture who the hero/heroine are until everything has been laid out for them, cataloguing the characters’ actions and personality traits in order to understand these dynamic individuals who are so much more than the deplorable acts they execute, more out of necessity, than simply because they can.
Smoke is an action-packed dark romance that will have readers conflicted as to what they hope happens between Smoke and Frankie and what exactly the true crime is that Smoke feels he needs to avenge, and let me tell you, be ready for the twists and turns that Frazier executes with precision because there’s no way you can wrap your mind around everything goes down, not only between Smoke and Frankie, but also with the other characters and situations that must be addressed.
4.5 Poison Apples
“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.
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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