
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.
Simple.
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.
To KILL.
*Can be read as a standalone.

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Oh T.M. Frazier how I ADORE your FUCKED UP anti-heroes!
And, just when I think thereâs no way a new Frazier male character could infiltrate my favorite trio of badass sociopaths, you go and create Smoke – âkidnapper and killer extraordinaire.â A man who personifies hatred, darkness, âbrimstone and fire.â
In Smokeâs own words, heâs âwhat remains after the flames have been doused. Iâm Hell on Earth. Brimstone and fire. Ember and Ashes. I am mother fucking smoke.â
Smoke has lived his life answering to no one; the amount and type of crimes heâs committed illustrate just how âsoullessâ and âlawlessâ he lives his life. Up until this point, everything has been done on his terms, but his little âHellionâ is a game changer that he never saw coming and now, he doesnât 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 doesnât bode well for his newest victimâŚthe bait for his next kill – Frankie Helburn.
Like all of Frazierâs heroines, Frankie is much more than she appears, but she keeps her true nature close to the vest because there is too much to loseâŚtoo much that could completely obliterate her self-contained plan. Thereâs 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 heâs 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 arenât 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. Frazierâs 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 charactersâ 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 thereâs 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

Excerpt
âAll these bruises,â Smoke muses. âAnd not one of them caused by me.â He trails a hand up my arms and down my flat stomach. âPity, but I still have time to leave my mark on you yet.â
My entire body stiffens. Iâm as rigid as a corpse.
Smoke chuckles and Iâm glad Iâm facing away because his laugh is pure torture, causing his erection to vibrate against my folds which are aching for more contact.
âYou will be punished, hellion. You can be sure of that.â
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 doesnât waiver, but my body isnât 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.
Iâm breathing rapidly now. Short quick breaths I canât control. Thereâs a deep rumble in his throat. His hand travels lower and lower on my stomach until itâs between my legs. Heâs 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.
âWhatâŚwhat are you doing?â I ask, seeing flashes of white hot lust behind my closed eyes.
âMore questionsâŚâ 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. Iâm so fucking mad at myself for being turned on. For Smoke being right. Iâm so wet. He feels it. Thereâs no way he canât feel it.
He leans in close. Iâm 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. Itâs a foreign sensation. Strange. It feels both wrong and right. Pleasurable and painful. âYour tight little pussy is weeping too. I wonder if its tears taste the same.â
I look over my shoulder as he withdraws his finger and sucks it into his mouth. He groans. âFear or desire. They both taste real fuckinâ good to me.â
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.
Iâm 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 canât hold back. My face scrunches as I try to fight the orgasm fighting its way out, but itâs no use. I canât fight it. Itâs too fucking strong. Iâm 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. âOh, what I could do to this beautiful little pussy.â
The pleasure builds and builds as he strokes me harder. Faster. Iâm about to come all over his fingers when the feeling is lost.
I spin around.
Smoke is gone.
I canât 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.
âWhatâŚwhat just happened?â 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. âWhat just happened was called punishment and you got off easy. Next time Iâll split that tight pussy in two with my fucking cock.â
He goes to leave but stops. âYou want pain?â he asks. âIâll give it to you. You want pleasure? Now thatâs something youâre gonna have to earn.â
He leaves, slamming the door behind him.
I release a shaky exhale.
Iâd hoped the rest of my time with Smoke would be tolerable, but thereâs no fucking way thatâs going to happen. Not now. Not with my skin crawling with need. Iâm losing my mind. About where I am. About what this is all about. About this beautiful horrible evil man.
I feel like Iâve 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.
WellâŚit has a beach in it!
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