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Release Date: February 16, 2018
Genre: Dark Romance. Romantic Suspense.
I didn't think I could love such dark characters until I came in contact with T.M. Frazier's books. Damn! She makes these monsters the most delectable creatures in the world. And I honestly can't seem to get enough of them. I really REALLY hope we get Nine's book next. He is a strong secondary character in this one and I know he's going to make my heart race as fast as all these other bad boys.
Up in Smoke is the 8th book in the King series. In all actuality, this book CAN stand alone just like Rage's book did BUT, I recommend reading this series in order as the characters from the previous books are prevalent throughout the series. Plus, they are all freakin FABULOUS anyway, so not reading them would really be an injustice to you. With that, Smoke set my heart on FIRE. I didn't think I would like his story as much as I did King's, Bear's, and Preppy's but I was so wrong. This man STOLE my heart with his dark ways and ignited something inside of me. He comes off as this monstrous creature without a conscience or soul but deep down, he is suffering from a past. That is, until Frankie becomes part of his dark world and takes all the suffering away.
Frankie is another AMAZING female character in the series and once again, I found myself crushing on her HARD (this is how I felt about all the other females in the series as well). She's smart, fairly innocent in the scheme of things, but has a bit of a darker side that made her PERFECT for a man like Smoke.
All in all, I don't know how T.M. does it but EACH AND EVERY one of her books are PERFECTION. And I am not just saying that either. She writes books with a dark edge that readers can't help being sucked into. She gives these monstrous men HEARTS and makes readers FEEL very deeply for them even though they live on the wrong side of the law. I simply cannot get enough, and I don't think I would every be able to stop reading her books (which I have DEVOURED- all of them).
If you are looking for a dark and gritty novel with a TON of angst, you simply NEED THIS BOOK. If you like your men dark, broody, and just plain AGGRESSIVE, then you should get your fix with Smoke. Or, if you want to try something new, something a bit darker and edgier, then I recommend THIS BOOK along with the rest of the series. Just be aware, once you start these books there is no way you will be able to stop. They are ADDICTING.
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“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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