The Bow Tie is Back!
PREPPY by T.M. Frazier is LIVE!
**Spoiler alert for previous works of this series ahead!**
OUR REVIEW:
Shel: We've been waiting for Preppy's novel and it did not disappoint! We got the funny Preppy-ism that many times border on the bizarre, we got his brand of intensity, and we got a really good luck at what's really going on in his head. And let me tell you that for as fucked up as he is, he's also fiercely loyal, protective, and smart. I don't think any of that was surprise to me--I knew there had to be more to him than what I'd seen already--it was just comforting to know that the potential goodness I wanted him to have actually existed. Don't get me wrong, he's also very problematic. He does criminal things and I'm not sure if he and I understand consent in the same way--and if he were a real life person I'd probably hate him, but fictional Preppy somehow garners my interest and sympathy and smiles. Court: Yep, he's a little nutty in the head, but to now understand why? Amazing! I really enjoyed this story, and now knowing and loving these characters I am very excited to have this story to continue in this world. I also thought it was cool that our story begins at the beginning of when King goes to prison and we get to see what Bear and Preppy are doing in the meantime. I just all around liked the way the story was set up.
Shel: The great surprise for me was Dre. I had no idea this person existed and as soon as I met her I immediately tried to place her--had I met her before? Who was she connected to? How in the heck did she end up here in such bad shape? The more I got to know her the more I saw her I wondered how she'd fit in with this cast of characters and while I have some ideas on that, it'll be interesting to see how it all works in Part Two of this duet. Court: Dre is also a complicated person. I thought the writing was very truthful to what addicts go through, how they get into the messes they're usually in, and how they usually start down that road...just that it could happen to anyone and there is way, way, way more to it. The time that she almost decides to go to far, and Preppy of all people hold her back...and the back and forth, give and take of their time together - just whoa. And the ever constant warning that he can't keep her. Sadness and foreshadowing abounded, but we just didn't know how bad it would ever hurt when we figured out the whole story!
Shel: That's right. Part Two. I just about died when I saw that this was only the first book because I knew T.M. Frazier was going to leave me with all sorts of questions at the end....and she did!!! OMGWTF. Court: It is a double edged sword isn't it, to be so ready for more of the story, but sad that we don't get it all now! I am excited and ready!
Shel: Ever since it was revealed that Preppy is alive, we've been chomping at the bit to get our hands on this book. We had to know how the heck he ended up where he did, how he'd survived it, and what fucked up thing he'd do or say once he recovered. Pretty sure that's what most of us were waiting for--the answers...all of the answers and then a wild ride. Well, Part One of this duet only gave us a taste of how Preppy ended up dead and then alive and I'm actually glad that Frazier wrote this storyline the way she did--it explained a lot of his background and let me get to know Dre. And of course now, we're dying to get our hands on the next part to see what the hell is going to happen next. Court: Part Two is when things are really, really going to get real and back to the present of where we left off our other cast of characters in Bear's second book ... and it cannot get here fast enough! More please! Always more! We're as indulgent as our dear friend Samuel Clearwater, aren't we!
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.
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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