The Bow Tie is Back!
PREPPY by T.M. Frazier is LIVE!
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Samuel Clearwater, A.K.A Preppy, likes bowties, pancakes, suspenders, good friends, good times, good drugs, and a good f*ck.
He’s worked his way out from beneath a hellish childhood and is living the life he’s always imagined for himself. When he meets a girl, a junkie on the verge of ending it all, he’s torn between his feelings for her and the crippling fear that she could be the one to end the life he loves.
Andrea ‘Dre’ Capulet is strung out and tired.
Tired of living for her next fix. Tired of doing things that make her stomach turn. Tired of looking in the mirror at the reflection of the person she’s become. Just when she decides to end it all, she meets a man who will change the course of both their lives forever.
And their deaths.
For most people, death is the end of their story.
For Preppy and Dre, death was only the beginning.
This is the fifth book in the King Series and it’s meant to be read after Soulless.
HE IS BACCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!
You got that right mofo’s, Preppy is back and I couldn’t love him more!
We have seen Preppy is King and Bear’s books and we all fell in love with this quirky, unique man who has a panache for bow-ties and pancakes.
I think most of Preppy’s fans that were waiting to read Preppy’s story expected extreme off the wall fetishes that would make us shiver, random killings and more.
I, expected exactly what we were given. A look into who Preppy really is. A soul that has damage but overcame those odds. One is ride or die for his friends and those he cares about. Did he have some odd quirks about him, absolutely. That is what makes Preppy, Preppy.
And sex, he loves it. Craves it. Awesome at it. Has the goods to pack a powerful punch. Do some things turn him on that should not, yes but not as extreme as you would think.
When he lands his eyes on Dre, he is on a mission. Mainly to get her because he has just caught her stealing from a Granny Grow House.
Dre, is in such a low place. Guilt over something that happened because of her. She wanted to escape. She wanted to forget. She wanted to be punished. This all leads to her now a junkie and stealing from her grandmother. The lowest of the low.
“I never knew true fear until I met pure evil. He wore a smile and a bow tie.”
Preppy makes it his goal to try to help Dre. He sees something in her that brings out the alpha male in him. She gives him a run for his money. She still craves. She doesn’t feel worthy of anything positive. But in Samuel’s on way her makes her see some sense.
“I wanted to see her sad. Taste her tears. I wanted to know what she sounded like when she cried. In pain, in pleasure, in both.”
Naturally we are not going to get pure fluff when T.M. gives us a story. There are going to be twists and suspense. Things are going to slam us in the face and take us a different direction. We crave this! While she gives us the suspense and angst that we all crave, she also gives us moments that make us fall deeper into the story with the pain and at times swoon worthy moments.
“It made sense that his body was built for sin, because the hold Samuel Clearwater had over me was something straight from the depths of hell.”
Hell that both of them are going to go through.
Boundaries that are going to be broken.
Moments that are critical.
Love that is forged.
And…… a cliffhanger of all cliffhangers.
(P.S. You are welcome for the Old Bay Seasoning reference! I may have given some of that Maryland (my home state) crab seasoning to the Fraziers and have them hooked! Ok, I totally did.)
“No! I hate you,” she spat, as I continued to tug her beside me.
“Good, you can hate me while I fuck you,” I said. “But first things first. My lesson obviously didn’t take in that brain of yours. You want what you want and I can’t stop you,” I said, as we approached the train tracks which were elevated on a mound of gravel several feet off the ground. The warning lights flashed orange, the neon reflective barriers dropped down to cover the service road, while the bells indicating an approaching train clanged away. “And since I can’t stop you, I’m going to help you out. Bullet in the head was so three hours ago. I’ve got something even better in mind now.”
“Wait. What?” she asked, her teeth chattering. “You…you wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t what?” I said, turning around to face her, almost losing my footing when I noticed the trail of dried tears on her cheeks. I looked away for a fraction of a second to regain my composure. “You think I wouldn’t kill someone?” I cocked an eyebrow. “You already know that I’ve been there, done that, bought the motherfucking t-shirt, doll.” Her eyes went wide and she made a move to step back. “Oh no, Doc, I read your letter and I saw what you wanted. And remember, I’m nothing if not accommodating.”
When I pulled her to climb the gravel mound her knees locked up so I bent over and picked her up by the waist, tossing her over my shoulder, carrying her onto the tracks while she beat on my back with her closed fists. When I got to the top I set her down roughly and she fell backwards onto her ass, bracing herself with her hands against the large pieces of gravel under the tracks.
The whistle of the train blew in the distance. It wouldn’t be long now. Dre made a move to stand up, but that wasn’t what I had in mind. I bent down and pushed on her chest, spreading her tiny frame across the tracks. I crawled on top of her, pinning her down with my thighs. I leaned over her, my chest to hers as we both breathed rapidly. She struggled underneath me to get up, pushing at my chest, but I wouldn’t budge. “Why the struggle, Doc? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
She glanced up at me as the train whistled again. Her gaze flipped to her right, where the single yellow light from the train emerged from around the corner, shining brighter and brighter as it chugged closer and closer. For a moment she stopped struggling, looking back and forth from the train to me.
“So what, you’re gonna die too?” she asked, hoping to appeal to my sense of self preservation.
I shrugged. “I get bored easily, maybe the devil will make me his errand boy or something.”
“Preppy, this isn’t funny. Get up and get off the fucking tracks,” she said, her concern shifting from herself to me.
I shook my head and yawned. She wiggled underneath me, and although there was a train barreling toward us my cock once again stirred to life. Maybe I should just rip down her panties and push inside of her. Train or no train, it would be one fuck of a way to go out.
“You have to choose, Doc,” I said, making my voice as serious as I was capable. “Life?” I asked, screaming over the sound of the train screeching against the track. I pushed my hard cock against her core and she gasped. Her trembling turned into a shiver, her mouth fell open. I glanced to the side at the blinding light of the approaching train as it bathed us both in a tunnel of light. I leaned down, so close that my lips were a whisper above hers, as I shouted, “Life? Or death? What’s it gonna be, Doc?” My hair blew around my face as the light grew brighter and brighter. “Answer the fucking question!” I demanded, my hands squeezing her shoulders, my fingers digging roughly into her skin. “DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE?”
With only seconds left until we became shredded under the train, Dre closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened them again they were glistening, fresh tears spilling from the edges.
She started to speak, her lips forming the beginning of the word, but before it could fully leave her lips I stood, pulling her up with me. I lifted Dre into my arms and took a running leap off the tracks, my legs flailing in the air as we fell the seven or so feet. Dre’s decision still on her lips, her scream surrounding the air around us as we crashed down into the field.
“I wanna liiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvveeeeee.”
T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and three feisty fur kids.
She attended Florida Gulf Coast University where she specialized in public speaking. After years working in real estate and new home construction, she decided it was finally time to stop pushing her dreams to the back burner and pursue writing seriously.
In the third grade she wrote her very first story about a lost hamster. It earned rave reviews from both her teacher and her parents.
It only took her twenty years to start the next one.
It will not be about hamsters.