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Blurb
They call me Rage.
My real name is like a shadow, always
close behind, but never quite able to catch up.
I fly under the radar because no one ever
suspects I’m capable of the kind of brutal violence I commit each and every
day.
You see, I’m a girl. I’m nineteen.
And I'm a killer.
This life is all I know. It s all I want
to know. It keeps the s**t buried that I need kept buried. It allows me to live
without thinking too much.
Without dwelling on the past.
Until him.
It all changes when an ordinary boy
becomes my next target.
And my first love.
I have to choose.
The only life I ve ever known has to die,
or he does.
Either way, I ll be the one pulling the
trigger...
All the Rage is a STANDALONE
Excerpt
ARE YOU
READY TO RAGE?
“What you
don’t seem to understand is all that matters right now is standing right
fucking here,” Nolan said, his voice
thick and deep. His eyes were the darkest I’d ever seen them, glimmering with
wicked intent. One side of his full lips curled upward in a devilish smirk. I
couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I was consumed by him. Or at least, from the
way he continued to fuck me with his eyes, I knew I was about to be.
Nolan took a step forward and I took two
back. Our little dance made him chuckle, the sound coming from deep within his
throat. With just that little laugh my insides clenched so hard I gasped.
Nolan’s smirk grew into a knowing smile. His eyes darted to the space between
my legs where my shorts had ridden up, exposing every inch of my shaking
thighs.
He licked his bottom lip, tracing it with
the tip of his tongue. My inner battle raged on between wanting to run away
from him, and wanting to run straight into him. Although, it wasn’t like it
mattered which option won out in the end. The pier was narrow, and Nolan was
blocking my only way out.
He reached down and unbuckled his belt,
sliding it out through the loops. Folding it in half, he snapped the leather
together. The sound an echoing crack through the damp night air.
Our dance continued as he took another
step toward me and I again retreated. “Since you don’t seem to feel the same
way, let me tell you what’s going to happen right now,” Nolan started.
“I’m going to make you come on my
fingers.” Step. “On my tongue.” Step. “And around my cock.” His last step
closed the space between us. My back hit the railing, trapping me between the
end of the pier and his hard wall of a chest. My breathing became even more
labored, my chest rising and falling in quick succession against his. Pressing
against my stomach I could feel the heat of his hard cock through the worn
fabric of his jeans. My nipples hardened as the ache in my core grew into need.
“I’m going to fuck you. Hard. And I’m not going to stop fucking you until you
realize that this shit between us is all that matters.”
That’s when I realized there would be no
escaping this time.
From him.
From this.
From us.
About the Author
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.
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