Bear & Thia’s epic finale releases on February
23rd!
Excerpt
"I'll deal with you
when we get back to the house," Bear snapped, his words loaded with so
many different meanings I trembled with both fear and anticipation.
"You're going to deal with me?" I asked. "How
are you going to deal with me?"
My attitude and confidence faded with each word until the last was merely a
whisper.
"Yes, DEAL with
you," Bear warned, suddenly pausing to take in my appearance. Slowly, from
top to bottom, like he’d only just realized I was standing there. His eyelids
hung heavy over his sapphire blues as he licked my body with his eyes, drinking
me in like he was thirsty.
No, not thirsty.
Hungry.
When he licked his lips I
could have sworn he was about to eat me alive.
I tingled all over. The awareness
of him in such close proximity after so long washed over me. Angry or not, my body didn’t care. I
didn’t care. I wanted to reach out and
touch his face, reassure him that he had no reason to be angry, but part of me
liked that I could draw that kind of reaction from him. He came alive when he was pissed, and
something inside me loved that he became this primal possessive beast out to
remind me who it was I belonged to.
Bear clenched his jaw and the muscles in his
neck tensed and strained. He looked as if he were ready to either kill or
fuck. All I knew was that, one way or
another, I was about to de devoured.
I pressed my thighs
together, trying to manage the pulsing between my legs, but the contact only
ignited it further. Bear chuckled and glanced down to where my ankles were
crossed. He closed the gap between us in two short strides, taking me off
guard. I stumbled backward, tripping over a lose rock in the road. he reached
out and roughly grabbed my arm before I could fall, pulling me flush into his
hard chest. His warm skin radiated through my thin dress. I bit my lip,
suppressing a moan. My legs grew weaker and weaker as he lowered his head,
inching closer and closer, until I was sure his lips were going to meet mine,
when without warning he released my arm and spun away. "Get in the fucking
truck, Ti," he called back to me.
I stood there, unable to
move, and trying to catch my breath while he headed over to King’s truck like
that moment never passed between us. When he noticed I wasn’t behind him he
growled and stalked back over to me. He grabbed me by the waist, his fingers
digging into my skin. He lifted me up,
my short dress bunching up over my butt cheeks and slung me over his shoulder
like I was a rolled up rug.
Wack.
He slapped my ass with his
open palm. Hard. The bite of the smack stung where I was sure he’d left his
mark. He tossed me into the truck with a caveman grunt and slammed the door
behind me.
I was confused as all
hell.
I was so angry.
I was also elated.
I was in lust so hard that
I was in physical pain.
I was really fucking angry.
I was head over heels in
love.
Motherfucker.
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About TM Frazier
T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY
bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and
young daughter. When she's not writing she loves talking to her readers,
country music, reading, and traveling. Her debut novel, The Dark Light of Day
was published in September of 2013 and when she started writing it she intended
for it to be a light beachy romance. Well...it has a beach in it!
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