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322 pages, Paperback
First published June 15, 2015
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Homeless. Hungry. Desperate.
Doe has no memories of who she is or where she comes from.
A notorious career criminal just released from prison, King is someone you don’t want to cross unless you’re prepared to pay him back in blood, sweat, sex or a combination of all three.
King’s future hangs in the balance. Doe’s is written in her past. When they come crashing together, they will have to learn that sometimes in order to hold on, you have to first let go.
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"They call me King."
“So he’s not going to kill me?� I asked hopefully.
Didn’t say that� He’s not the most predictable guy, and he’s been away for a few years…�
“Years?� Where was he?�
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“CDZ?�
“PDz.�
Prison made much more sense than college.
He expected me to cower.
He expected wrong.
“I don’t give a fuck who you are, asshole.� I seethed. “And you’re not as smart as you seem to think you are. Tell me something, who exactly was it who appointed you judge of all people?�
I thought my words would start an all out war but instead King didn’t look angrier, he only looked mildly amused. “Well you are partially right. Because when it comes to me and mine, I am the judge. I am the jury. And if need be, I am the motherfucking executioner.�
“King was smart, calculating, and cunning. Worst of all, he had the power to make my knees both tremble in fear and weak with desire. He was someone I had to stay away from, but according to him, that wasn’t about to happen."
“He’d told me that I was his before, that I belonged to him. But before that night, I hadn’t believed him.
It was what his body told me that took me by surprise and shook me to my very core.
He was mine."
“Love is what you would do for the other person, not what you do in general.�� When I read T.M. Frazier’s first book, The Dark Light of Day, in 2013 and I was hooked. I love this author’s writing style, the way she can write so much beauty among all the ugly content she writes and the feelings her books evoke. I feel like I have been waiting for the longest time for her second full length novel, King- but let me tell you guys something� KING was worth the wait!
I don’t know where I came from.�
I don’t know how hold I am
I don’t know my real name.
“Why did you come back for me?�
“Because you’re mine.�
I've found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl who was just as lost as I was.
Or maybe, we didn't find each other at all.
Maybe, we just decided to be lost together.
This guy didn't look like he hung with the wrong crowd. This guy was the wrong crowd.
I don't know where I came from.
I don't know how old I am.
I don't know my real name.
All I had in the world was reflected back at me in the bathroom mirror of that gas station, and I had no fucking clue who she was.
Pup, do you want to know how it is that I know you weren't dreaming about me when you were not he verge of coming in your sleep?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Cause, baby, if it were me you were dreaming about, you'd been screaming a fuck of a lot louder than that," King growled.
Why don't you just gut me and get it over with? Do whatever it is you want to do to me. Hit me. Fuck me. Fucking KILL me. Just. Stop. HURTING. Me."
Against my better judgement, I'd brought her back to my house. I fed her. I bathed her. I put her to bed, and she didn't fight me off when I climbed in beside her and held her close while she cried herself to sleep. She was here against her will and I was one fucked up motherfucker.
Because I'd never been happier.
I've been in a maximum security prison. I've been around the worst of the worst. I've had to sleep with one eye open, thinking my next breath could be my last."
"Why are you telling me all this?"
"Because I want you to know that none of those motherfuckers ever scared me as much as you do."
"Stop being alive, and start living.�
"I am the judge. I am the jury. And if need be, I am the motherfucking executioner.�
“My fucking heart is broken,”…”Will you remember something for me?� “Remember that I love you.� King
"Well you are partially right. Because when it comes to me and mine, I am the judge. I am the jury. And if need be, I am the motherfucking executioner." King
"Desperate people. Desperate things." Doe
“As King branded my skin, I embraced the girl whose life was just beginning. I embraced life. My life. King filled me so completely. Not just my body. My heart. My soul. My life. I didn’t give a shit if I ever got my memory back. Because with King, I knew exactly who I was. I was his.� Doe
“We get this one life. One. As of right this fucking second, I’m no longer going to spend it doing anything other than what I want to do. I don’t want to grow old and look back and realize that I may have had a life, but I forgot to live it.� King
“There was no doubt in my mind if something like soulmates did exist that Doe was mine…I think a part of me loved Doe from the first moment my eyes landed on hers. Haunted, beautiful, scared. I wanted her, body and soul.� King
“King was a bad guy, but he was my bad guy. He was more than that. He was my world. My heart. These people may have known who I was before, but I knew who I was now, and the two versions of me were going to have to figure out how to merge before I uprooted what I had with King in search of something unknown.� Doe
"I'd found myself again in the haunted eyes of a girl was just as lost as I was. Or maybe, we didn't find each other at all. Maybe, we just decided to be lost together."
I didn’t know if I wanted to kill her or fuck her. Maybe both, but one thing was for sure. One way or another, I was going to make her scream. I was finally starting to feel like my old self again.
They call me Doe
As in Jane Doe
So I did something.Something that made the decision to go after her an easy one.A decision that would forever change the lives of everyone around me.
Some for the good.
Some for the bad.
Some for the dead.
I found out who Doe really was.