(Tracey Marie) Frazier never dreamed that a single person would ever read a word she wrote when she published her first book. And then, she teased me with a taste of what is to come… another WTF? Hell yeah! The line forms here… Just hurry up and read it yourself so you can get giddy with me. I have never managed to read any of her stories without at least one WTF? I’m not complaining, I love it! I’m bubbling over with what I just read, but I can’t tell you. Yeah, they were on a collision course and I was just sitting back with wine and popcorn, waiting for them to go boom!Īs I’ve come to expect from the author there is no absence of suspense and surprises. “But this thing between us, connecting us, is far from a romance. One thing that wasn’t a secret was the intense connection they felt, it was so strong that I felt it too. It just amped up my anticipation for when they finally came out.
I really enjoyed reading this story in dual POV so I was privy to the secrets that they kept from each other. She feels like his…too bad she doesn’t know that. Something to remember, even when he’d rather forget. He’s determined to learn her secrets, without giving up his own.
He’s drawn to her in spite of his efforts to resist. Women fall all over themselves trying to get his attention, without success. Brotherhood is what he was going for, not a woman. A life worth living and a future to look forward to. So, Kevin has a lot to learn to be accepted into the fold, and that’s what he wants. They don’t ask permission or beg forgiveness. These men are leaders and make their own rules. If you’ve been reading this series you know that it takes a strong woman to handle the men of Logan’s Beach. He’s Preppy’s brother, but they didn’t grow up together. I was very intrigued by Kevin, his nickname and his past, and couldn’t wait to dig deeper. I’ve been so excited to jump back into the King world. “-I know firsthand that sometimes you gotta burn shit to the ground to appreciate the beauty in the ashes.” Nine: The Tale of Kevin Clearwater (King #9) by T.M. He lowers his voice to a deliciously deep rumble that has me vibrating with his every word. He grazes his teeth over the sensitive spot behind my ear. He crawls over my body, hovering above me, pinning my wrists to the mattress.
Nine picks me up off the floor in one quick motion, flipping me back onto the bed. It takes all of my concentration to get out my next few words. I don’t know how to begin to process what it is he’s saying. “No, the pretty bird swoops down from nowhere and sinks her sharp talons into the cat, marking him for life.”
Nine lightly scrapes his nails over my bare arms before pressing them into my skin. “And we all know how that turns out in the end. I straighten my posture, my nipples grazing his hard chest. “More like a game of cat and bird,” he corrects. “This is a dangerous game of cat and mouse we’re playing.” Nine: The Tale of Kevin Clearwater (King #9)
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