The Bow Tie is Back!
PREPPY by T.M. Frazier is LIVE!
Blurb
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.
VIDA'S REVIEW
You think you know but you have no idea. T.M. Frazier has blown my mind and once again made me fall even more in love with Samuel (Preppy) Clearwater. Preppy lives his life with zero fu*** given especially after surviving a devastating childhood that no one should ever have to go through. To him all he needs is his friends who he consider his family, pancakes and bowties. Andrea (Doc) Capulet was ready to kick her habit but after believing she does nothing but make poor choices she decides to end it all. Fortunately for her a chance encounter with Preppy leads them both down a path that neither would have discovered without the other. This hauntingly beautiful tale is written where it flashes back from past to present which I truly enjoyed because we see that everything is not as it seems. This book was so much more than I anticipated it was soul stealing. I am anxiously waiting for Part 2 because the ending left me speechless.
Excerpt
“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.”
About the
Author:
T.M. Frazier
is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR best known for her KING SERIES. She was born
on Long Island, NY. When she was eight years old she moved with her mom, dad,
and older sister to sunny Southwest Florida where she still lives today with
her husband and daughter.
When she was
in middle school she was in a club called AUTHORS CLUB with a group of other
young girls interested in creative writing. Little did she know that years
later life would come full circle.
After
graduating high school, she attended Florida Gulf Coast University and had
every intention of becoming a news reporter when she got sucked into real
estate where she worked in sales for over ten years.
Throughout
the years T.M. never gave up the dream of writing and with her husband’s encouragement,
and a lot of sleepless nights, she realized her dream and released her first
novel, The Dark Light of Day, in 2013.
She’s never
looked back.
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