Up in Smoke, an all-new gritty standalone romance by T.M. Frazier is coming February 19th, 2018!
Synopsis
Iâm a man without a conscience.
I deal in murder and mayhem.
Iâm 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 isnât anything simple about Frankie or the secrets sheâs keeping.
Sheâs stubborn as hell and the sexiest god damn thing I have ever seen, sending dark, dirty animalistic desire coursing through my veins.
Sheâs cocaine with legs. A f*cking addiction that makes me question things Iâve never questioned before. Want things Iâve never wanted before.
I might have her, but she isnât mine to keep.
If her father doesnât 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:
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.
âWhatâŠwhat are you doing?â I ask, seeing flashes of white hot lust behind my closed eyes.
âMore questionsâŠâ 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.
âWhatâŠwhat 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.
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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 sheâs 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.
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