The Bow Tie is Back!
PREPPY by T.M. Frazier is LIVE!
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.*
5 “BAD-ASS MOFO” stars!
He’d said he couldn’t keep me.
That didn’t mean I wouldn’t always be his.
Preppy is back and Holy Hell did this book put me through the wringer. It is the fifth book in the King series and really should be read as such. His introduction in King gave us little glimpses into who Preppy is and he intrigued me from the moment I met him. I was ecstatic to learn he was getting his own story, and I knew it would be dark and gritty, sexy and hot, but OMG it is so much more, and this is only part one! The intense emotions I felt while reading this book had me on edge, crying out in heartache, screaming in rage, swooning like crazy, and left me desperately wanting more. So. Much. More.
Preppy is a complete enigma. He is so proper and polite, yet he is a downright twisted badass with a bow tie.
“Life’s too short to pretend to be anyone else. I’m just me. I say what I want to fucking say. I do what I want to do and I don’t fucking apologize for it.”
What can sicken him in an instant can turn him on at the same time. He is honest, blunt, sexy, and charming when he wants to be, but there is a “spark of evil living behind his cocky smile.” He can also be so inappropriate at times but because he is Preppy you accept it. He is loyal to his friends and the ones he calls family and he is as smart as they come. But he was not prepared for what happens when he first saves Dre.
Dre is a junkie wishing for a better life. She does despicable things for the drug that constantly calls to her. She has made so many mistakes in her life after tragedy struck and her life went into a downward spiral. Her last job placed her at her grandmother’s house when everything went to shit. Full of regret, pain, guilt, and disgust, she is ready to end everything.
Mirna is Dre’s grandmother. She is the same Mirna that houses a Granny Growhouse operation that Preppy oversees and the one that Preppy is checking on which inevitably puts Dre in his path.
I’d thought I’d known true fear when I’d stood on the ledge and decided to recklessly end it all, but I hadn’t.
I never knew true fear until I met pure evil.
He wore a smile and a bow tie.
There is pull between Dre and Preppy that they themselves do not understand. Dre has got Preppy doing things he wouldn’t normally do for reasons unknown to him. Confusion swirls in their heads, wanting but not wanting each other. That one moment where Preppy laid eyes on Dre at her grandmother’s house put them on a path and Preppy’ life will never be the same. Neither will Dre’s.
Preppy, Part One is a raw, gritty, harsh story that will shock your system. The jaw dropping nature of Preppy’s story is not for the faint-hearted but it is so worth it. It is extreme, intense, insane, addictive and I loved every single bit of it!
The banter between Dre and Preppy is epic and I loved watching their friendship bloom. The connection between them is intense; their chemistry is intense and addictive. The push and pull is fantastic and Dre gives as good as she gets. She is the perfect person to balance out the craziness of Preppy and he is the person she needs to bring her back to life. When they are together they are explosive and I know there is going to be so much more to their story.
Preppy is absolutely fantastic. I loved finally getting into his head and hearing his inner thoughts. He is this complex character that is as hilarious as he is inappropriate. Preppy cracked me up while at the same time had me picking up my chin off of the floor. Even when he was perverse, he was extremely fascinating. I loved that he understood Dre more than she could have ever known. His love was so strong that he knew he “couldn’t keep her” if he wanted a better life for her.
She was the girl I was in love with.
The girl I would always be in love with.
Until my very last breath.
Even though Preppy is broken, he has a huge heart and cares so much for the people he considers his family that there isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to help and his loyalty was admirable. But he also has a taste for revenge and can be a nightmare if you cross him or the ones he loves. My heart hurt when I heard about his awful childhood and I was sick to my stomach learning what he endured at such a young age. I knew it would be terrible and OMG it was. His strength to overcome everything was amazing. He fought the power of the past and tried hard to not let it get the best of him. But even the strongest individuals can fall and take the ones they love with them.
All that was left in that room was me, Preppy, and the consequences of our little game.
A game neither of us had won.
I loved Dre. She is this beautiful, snarky, stubborn woman who got mixed up in some stuff that lead her down an awful road. Addiction is so hard to overcome and Dre had her weak moments that made me devastated for what she was feeling. She truly wanted to get better but it is not easy to overcome and never truly leaves a person. It gets you in its grasp and doesn’t let you go.
With one little sniff, I remembered every touch, every taste, every euphoric feeling, almost like we’d never been apart.
My ex-lover, the only real lover I’d ever had, was calling to me.
And the bitch’s name was Heroin.
Reading about her struggles broke my heart and made tears stream down my face. These struggles were so well written; they were so real. But I loved her strength and her determination to get out of the grips of her addiction. I loved how fiercely she loved Preppy and that she wanted him for who he was, accepting the good and the bad, even if he had the power to “ruin” her.
He was an addiction. I craved him, and I wanted more.
But just like heroin, the high was all a fucking lie. I believed her was good for me when in fact, he was worse than any drug.
Overall, I loved this book. It took turns I never saw coming and we are left with a twist at the end that shocked me speechless. T.M. Frazier is the queen of cliffhangers and WOW…this one has left me desperate for the next book.
*ARC generously provided by the author and TRSOR Promotions in exchange for an honest review*
“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.”
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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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