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 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.
** 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. **
“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 T.M. Frazier:
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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I’m a man among men, but I’m not really living. I answer to no one. I’m heartless. Soulless. Lawless. Godless. I’m what’s left of humanity after it’s burned. I’m what remains after the flames have been doused. I’m Hell on Earth. Brimstone and fire, Embers and ashes. I am motherfucking Smoke.
And I. AM. IN. LOVE.
When reading a T.M. Frazier book you just know that you will emerge yourself into an addicting and mind-blowing world. Where you can’t won’t want to voluntarily put it down.
Smoke had thought that he had experienced true evil but that one night he really knew what it meant. A year has passed and gone, and revenge is still his mission. He gets a tip to go after the last piece on the board to finish the game. There is true evil in the world and although he might be a monster without realizing it he is one of the good ones. But his life is once again going to be turned upside down.
Smoke, OMG ladies I must find the words to convey how I feel about him.
He is grace and violence an oddly beautiful yet horrendous combination. A force to be reckoned with a man who will go through fire to do what he has and to stick by his guns.
Frankie Helburn is on a mission. To save as many people as she can. She knows with the work that she is doing that her time will be up sooner rather than later. Righting wrongs and finding out her life was a lie. Her work is the only thing she has left and by hiding in plain sight she has some reprieve.
Frankie is sassy and spunky and for me she is totally kickarse. She has a backbone of steel and stands for what is right no matter the consequences she keeps a level head.
On top of the awesome ice cream sundae we get the reappearance of previous characters. Butter my bun and call me a biscuit cause all of that testosterone in one room? Smoke, King, Bear & Preppy? Steaming peeps. The only one who was missing was Jake.
My favourite secondary character in this book is Zelda. She is a riot.
They have epic chemistry although they both find it hard to deal with and accept it. It is a battle that they will both loose and although there wasn’t as much sex in this one then in the others it was how they were both trying to deal with their feelings that it is inevitable no matter what. Beneath that hard exterior there is a soft place, you have to look really hard but it is reserved just for Frankie.
The Writing & Plot
An original, soul-bearing, gut wrenching and yet beautiful read with some twists and turns that you won’t see coming and like me some that you will see coming but that doesn’t deflect from the plot and what is offered.
For me Ms. Frazier is flawless in her writing. She writes exceptional characters both female/male she is one of the very few where I love each main character equally. The pace of the book was the way it was meant to be sometimes a tad slow for my liking but still bloody awesome.
I personally don’t like perfect characters, I don’t want perfect, I want complex, flawed and imperfect. Where they crave the dark side. The relationships Ms. Frazier writes about are complex and they never conform to the standards of normal society I don’t even think she could conform a couple to a normal relationship besides that is not what I know and love her for.
It wouldn’t be a Frazier book if the author didn’t send the Hero off to distract himself with another woman. Oddly enough when I read this it didn’t bother me.
I would recommend this book with every fibre of my being. This book had everything I want in book. Action, emotion, uniqueness and characters you want to hate but you just can’t. Ms. Frazier might be an acquired taste with her books so I suggest you acquire some taste. Big fun and major girl crush.
P.S. Thanks for reminding me of the awesome song from Creed Arms Wide Open there is that one moment that gives me goose bumps every single time. I’ve already heard it about ten times today. I can’t wait for Nine to get a book.