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Bear & Thia’s epic finale releases on February 23rd!
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"I'll deal with you when we get back to the
house," Bear snapped, his words loaded with so many different meanings I
trembled with both fear and anticipation.
"You're going to deal
with me?" I asked. "How are you going to deal with me?" My attitude and confidence faded with each word
until the last was merely a whisper.
"Yes, DEAL with you," Bear warned, suddenly
pausing to take in my appearance. Slowly, from top to bottom, like he’d only
just realized I was standing there. His eyelids hung heavy over his sapphire
blues as he licked my body with his eyes, drinking me in like he was
thirsty.
No, not thirsty.
Hungry.
When he licked his lips I could have sworn he was about to
eat me alive. I tingled all over. The awareness of him in such close proximity
after so long washed over me. Angry or
not, my body didn’t care. I didn’t care. I wanted to reach out and touch his face,
reassure him that he had no reason to be angry, but part of me liked that I
could draw that kind of reaction from him.
He came alive when he was pissed, and something inside me loved that he
became this primal possessive beast out to remind me who it was I belonged
to.
Bear clenched his
jaw and the muscles in his neck tensed and strained. He looked as if he were
ready to either kill or fuck. All I knew
was that, one way or another, I was about to de devoured.
I pressed my thighs together, trying to manage the pulsing
between my legs, but the contact only ignited it further. Bear chuckled and
glanced down to where my ankles were crossed. He closed the gap between us in
two short strides, taking me off guard. I stumbled backward, tripping over a
lose rock in the road. he reached out and roughly grabbed my arm before I could
fall, pulling me flush into his hard chest. His warm skin radiated through my
thin dress. I bit my lip, suppressing a moan. My legs grew weaker and weaker as
he lowered his head, inching closer and closer, until I was sure his lips were
going to meet mine, when without warning he released my arm and spun away.
"Get in the fucking truck, Ti," he called back to me.
I stood there, unable to move, and trying to catch my
breath while he headed over to King’s truck like that moment never passed
between us. When he noticed I wasn’t behind him he growled and stalked back
over to me. He grabbed me by the waist, his fingers digging into my skin. He lifted me up, my short dress bunching up
over my butt cheeks and slung me over his shoulder like I was a rolled up rug.
Wack.
He slapped my ass with his open palm. Hard. The bite of
the smack stung where I was sure he’d left his mark. He tossed me into the
truck with a caveman grunt and slammed the door behind me.
I was confused as all hell.
I was so angry.
I was also elated.
I was in lust so hard that I was in physical pain.
I was really fucking angry.
I was head over heels in love.
Motherfucker.
About the Author:
T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides
in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and 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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