BLOG TOUR REVIEW: Pike by T.M. Frazier

“T.M. Frazier sucks me in every time with her incredible storytelling.”- Meghan March, New York Times bestselling author

Pike, the first dark and fast-paced story in The Pawn Duet from USA Today bestselling author T.M. Frazier, is available now!

I was raised by the violent laws of the streets, spilling blood without the hindrance of useless emotions or connections.


Unfeeling. Unloved. Alone.

My life was perfect.

Until her.

While on a manhunt for a mysterious enemy, one hellbent on taking both my business and my life, I find Mickey. She's covered in mud, rambling nonsense, and clearly out of her mind.

She's also a distraction I don't need.

That is until I discover a connection between the girl and my enemy.


Mickey isn't a distraction anymore.

She's the perfect weapon.

One I'll use to exact my revenge.


The plan is an easy one, but there's something about Mickey that's making it more and more difficult. 


A familiarity I can't place. A need I can't explain.


A want I have to deny.


After all, she's not mine to keep. She's a tool. My pawn.

My sacrifice.

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Excerpt

I raise the gun in both hands, aiming it at his chest. "I have to go. You can't stop me," I say, with all the resolve I have left. “You’re going to trade me and ambush them, but don’t you think they have the same plans for you? I have to go, and that way, fewer people will die. YOU won’t die. So, just let me leave. I have a plan. It will work. I’ll take them down for both of us.”

“No.” Pike looks from me to the gun. "And as I’ve told you before, you're not going anywhere." His words are dark and menacing. An amused smile turns up the corners of his lips.

It's infuriating. He's infuriating.

I straighten my shoulders. "What's so funny?" I ask, swallowing down the rising fear in my throat. I remind myself of one important fact to keep from choking on that fear.

I'm the one holding the gun.

Instead of freezing or retreating as one would do in this situation, Pike takes a bold step forward, catching me off guard. I stagger backward, but I'm not fast enough. He reaches out, and at first, I think he's going for the weapon, but he doesn't. He confuses me as he wraps his hands around mine, tightening my grip around the gun. He lifts my hands and bends slightly at the waist, forcefully pressing the barrel against his forehead. "You wanna shoot me, Mic? Then, fucking shoot me," he dares, with wild blood shoot eyes.

My mouth drops open, but words don't come out. I expected Pike to defend himself. To come at me. To step aside and let me leave, even though it was the least possible of all the outcomes. I didn't plan for this.

I can do this. I have to do this.

"Not what you were expecting?" His tone is both mocking and rage-filled. "I know what that pretty brain of yours is thinking. You want me to attack you and make pulling the trigger easier on that conscious of yours." He bites out a laugh. "Not gonna happen. If you want to do this, I'm not going to stand in your way, but you're not fucking leaving either. So, come on. Shoot me. Go ahead. Do what you planned to do." His eyes narrow with determination. My hands shake in his. "Pull the fucking trigger!"

The air around us is thick and charged. My skin breaks out in a sheen of sweat. My adrenaline spikes and I feel all too alert. Too aware of what's taking place between us.

I grip the gun tighter and gaze into his dark eyes, his pupils are large and covering every hint of color within them. Behind the anger and determination, there's something else that I didn't expect. Something that I'm all too familiar with. Hurt. Pain that mirrors my own. Desperation that calls out to me like a piece of my soul trapped within Pike.

"Shoot me!" he cries, his face red with anger, teeth bared like a wild animal. "Fucking shoot me!"

With those words, my fiery resolve dissolves into ash.

I step back, needing to put some distance between us, but Pike doesn't have the same thought. He follows me backward, keeping his grip tight on my hands and the gun between them.

"I…I can't do this," I whisper, releasing my grip on the gun.

Pike releases his hold on me, catching the gun before it can fall to the floor.

Shit.

I look to the window, but it's too high, and Pike is directly in front of the only door. There's no escape. So much for being brave. Instead, I've signed my own death warrant. My heart races erratically with the realization that this is it. It's over.

I'm over.

"This was a really stupid fucking move for someone who claims to be so smart, " Pike sneers. He raises the gun.

I pinch my eyes shut, waiting for the feel the bullet of his wrath to pierce my skin. I hear a thud, and my eyes fly open and land on the carpet where Pike's tossed the gun to the floor.

My eyes meet his in silent question. Why?

He answers by charging, a one-man stampede I can't avoid as he barrels toward me. His chest crashes against mine, and my head connects with the wall with a thud that rattles my bones. I'm dizzy as fear lands in my gut like a ball of fire. My pulse races as his closeness consumes me. The smell of cologne and cigarettes lingers between us—a trace of whiskey on his breath.

"You're going to regret not pulling that trigger," he sneers. The darkness in Pike's eyes tells me that, gun or no gun, I'm not getting out of this unpunished.

Or possibly even alive.

I swallow hard.

He cages me in with his hands against the wall beside me, engulfing me in the heat and rage radiating from his hard body. I feel his heart beating fast beneath his chest now pressed against mine. "What to do with you now?" Pike muses, his breath ragged. His voice full of promise and warning. He brushes his lips over my temple. I tremble at the contact. "You're going to pay for that little stunt, Mic."

He's close. Too close. I'm entirely rigid, frozen in place. This wasn't supposed to happen. How did I let this happen? I'm the most terrified I've ever been, and yet there's something else I can't understand. Something else between us that's charging the air, causing me to shake, and it's not just from fear. Hatred mixed with need. The yearning I've denied for him is no longer lying dormant. It's as real as the ache growing in my stomach, the wetness between my thighs. If I thought the room felt charged before, it's damn near on fire now. The flames of desire and hate lick at the walls around us, setting everything ablaze, making the small room feel smaller, closing in around us.

My nipples harden as they brush against his chest. I suck in a gasp.

He doesn't miss my reaction. He looks to where my nipples are straining against my shirt with heated eyes.

The only sound in the room is our mutual heavy breathing as he slowly pulls his gaze from my chest. His eyes lock on mine. For a few seconds, we just stare at each other—foreheads lined with confusion and anger.

A silent dare.

My mind, on the other hand, is anything but silent.

“Should I kill you or fuck you?” he muses. And I’m honestly not sure what scares me more. His anger or his desire. He brushes the backs of his knuckles against my jaw. "Maybe, both."

"What do you—" I don't have time to finish my question because his lips are on mine. He hoists me in the air, and my legs wrap around his waist on instinct.

It's an angry joining of clacking teeth and biting lips. A war we are still fighting both with each other and ourselves. He growls at me when I pierce his lip, drawing blood. He licks the blood with his tongue then kisses me again, this time harder. A punishing kiss that has me growling at him in return. His coppery blood on my tongue tastes like victory. He licks his way between my lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth, licking and devouring with rough determined strokes. With a jerk of his hips, he presses the massive erection beneath his jeans between my legs, the pleasure that courses through me has me momentary seeing stars. I grind down on him in return. 

He hisses in response, baring his teeth against my lips. "You're going to pay for that, Mic," he warns, taking my mouth in another kiss that has us grunting and growling at one another like starved animals fighting over the last scrap of food. But neither of us is about to give up. He pushes me back onto the bed, falling with me over my body, my legs splayed on both sides of his hips as he presses his cock again between my legs. I arch my back, needing to feel more. Needing for there to be nothing between us but desire. For each other, and to win. But, this is no longer a game we're playing. It's a battle. A war neither of us can win.

But, one in which we will both go down fighting.

Sonja's Review

I was really hoping that Pike would get his own book when I was reading Nine and I was so excited when Ms. Frazier announced that she was indeed writing his book! I couldn’t wait to get inside Pike’s head and see who his heroine would be. I didn’t know what to expect going in and it’s been quite the ride reading his book and I loved it so much! Pike was full of suspense, heat, heartache, and moments that made my jaw drop, made yell, grab my head, and times that just shook me. It was hard to pull myself away at some points because this was a flipping fantabulous book and I can’t wait to see what happens next in Pawn!

~ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Stars

About T.M. Frazier

T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier never dreamed that a single person would ever read a word she wrote when she published her first book. Now, she is a five-time USA Today bestselling author and her books have been translated into numerous languages and published all around the world. T.M. enjoys writing what she calls ‘sexy wrong side of the tracks romance’ with morally corrupt anti-heroes and ballsy heroines. Her books have been described as raw, dark and gritty. Basically, what that means, is while some authors are great at describing a flower as it blooms, T.M. is better at describing it in the final stages of decay. She loves meeting her readers, but if you see her at an event please don’t pinch her because she's not ready to wake up from this amazing dream.

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RELEASE BLITZ REVIEW: Lock by Kimberly Knight

Title: Lock

Series: Sinister Fairy Tales Collection

Author: Kimberly Knight

Genre: Dark Fairytale Retelling

Release Date: March 17, 2020

Before Zell was born, her fate was sealed.

Held captive in a high-rise overlooking New York City since the age of twelve, she had no friends her own age, no life outside of the penthouse, and absolutely no choices of her own. But what she didn’t realize was the tower where she lost her freedom would one day become her salvation. Her prince would arrive, they would fall in love, and they would come up with a plan for her to escape so they could live happily ever after.

If only it were that easy.

Every girl dreams of her life becoming a fairy tale, even Zell, who’s knowledge of romance was simply from the books she stole from other girls at the brothel.

In a world where sex, drugs, and manipulation is solely the life she knows, the only fairy tale poor Zell would endure would be a sinister one …

Because freedom always comes at a price.

"Now, son"—Frank squeezed Frank Jr's shoulder—"tonight, you can have any one of these ladies that you want. More than one if you’d like."
My heart, which had finally returned to its regular beat, felt as though it was cracking in my chest as I listened to what Frank said. Of course, that was why they were here.
"I told you I wasn't a virgin," Frank Jr. said in a low voice.
Frank chuckled. "That may be, but any one of these ladies will make sure you're well taken care of. You might learn some things. It's your birthday, enjoy it."
Frank Jr. replied, his voice still low, "Whores aren't my thing."
"These are the finest ones around, son. You'll be in safe hands. Take your pick, and then I can pick mine."
"And if I don't?" Frank Jr. asked.
"Then you'll piss me off," Frank stated, giving Frank Jr. a stern look.
"I can assure you," Madam cut in, "all of my girls are clean and well trained. They aren't like high school girls." She chuckled.
Frank Jr. looked at his father another moment and then stepped toward the line of girls. He still hadn't taken a sip of the vodka in his hand, and that made me nervous. I wasn't sure what Madam would do to me if Frank Jr. asked for something else. Was Grey Goose not a good brand?
Just like Madam had done not ten minutes prior, Frank Jr. walked by each girl, looking them up and down from their heads to their feet and back up. When he got to the end, I expected him to walk back down the line because he hadn't made a decision yet. Instead, he stopped in front of me, looking back at Frank and Madam. "I choose her," he said.
My eyes widened as Madam said in a raised voice, "Zell isn't one of the girls."
"She's not?" Frank Jr. questioned and turned his head to look at me.
I lowered my gaze while I waited for Madam to respond. I expected her to say something about me being her daughter, and therefore, off-limits. Instead, she said, "She's never been with a man before. She wouldn't know what to do. Pick one of the others. They will show you a good time."
My face got hot again, and I was certain I looked like a tomato. I couldn't believe that Madam had told Frank Jr. I was a virgin. I'd read about a virgin once. She met a guy with a helicopter and had weird sex with him. She seemed to like it, but that didn't mean I was ready for this handsome boy to know I was a virgin.
"Is that true?" Frank Jr. asked as he looked into my eyes. "Are you a virgin?" I nodded, not able to speak. He turned back to Madam and his father. "Then, yes, I want her."
"She's not even groomed," Madam stated to Frank.
"Son, why don't you pick someone else?"
"With all due respect, Father, you brought me here to, what was it? Become a man? Being a man is choosing who I want to sleep with, and I choose …" He paused for a moment. "Zell."
The tray I was still holding fell from my grasp and clattered onto the floor. Madam's gaze snapped to me, and my eyes widened before I quickly bent to pick it up. My heart was beating so fast in my chest that I was certain Frank Jr. could hear it. I kept my gaze on the floor, not able to look at anyone. I couldn't believe this was happening.

Kimberly Knight is a USA Today Bestselling author who lives in the mountains near a lake in California with her loving husband, who is a great research assistant. Kimberly writes in a variety of genres including romantic suspense, contemporary romance, erotic romance, and paranormal romance. Her books will make you laugh, cry, swoon, and fall in love before she throws you curve balls you never see coming.

When Kimberly isn’t writing, you can find her watching her favorite reality TV shows, binge-watching true crime documentaries, and going to San Francisco Giants games. She’s also a two-time desmoid tumor/cancer fighter, which has made her stronger and an inspiration to her fans.

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Sonja's Review

I’ve been meaning to read Kimberly Knight for quite awhile now, so when I saw that she was in this author line-up, I was looking forward to reading her dark fairy tale. However, when it came time to actually start Lock, I was so far not in the mood to read it that I really struggled staying with it for long periods of time and there were parts that frustrated me and that made it even more difficult to stick with it. I don’t want to blame the book though because I think I would have liked it better if I been in a different frame of mind. The hero and heroine were very young, it showed, and I was just not feeling that at the moment and it was hard for me to fully connect to them and the story. I mean, I cared about them, but not on my usual level, there was just something missing. But all the negatives aside, there were some exciting, awesome moments and times when I was really engaged. Lock was a good book and while I didn’t love it, I did like it and I do want to read the upcoming book about two of the characters from this world. 

~ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Stars