This is part two of the epic tale of Samuel Clearwater. You will need to read all the books in the series before this one as there are spoilers. For fans of the series, you will be in heaven. All the gang gets representation in this one--the guys, the girls, the ones we wish had their own stories...... Just perfection.
The rest of the review is not going to be much more other than for me to say that this author does not wrap anything up in a straight line. What you thought you knew is not as it seems--EVER! This book is a bit off from the rest of the story. It is a about healing and identity and belonging. Definitely some tears! Dre and Preppy are still no holds barred but we see a softer side of both.
Honest recommendation----- I loved the book. Preppy is hands down one of the most interesting characters I have ever read. However, this is book 2. It's a bridge. If you are the type of reader who likes a beginning, middle and end to a story, I would wait until Book 3 comes out and read the two together.
Fantastic writing one again! Hurry and get us Book 3!!!
*Complimentary copy provided by the author for an honest review.
EXCERPT
“Oh yeah?” Preppy asked, taking a step forward, crowding me in, staring deep into my eyes with an intensity that had me biting down hard on my lower lip. “Do YOU like a clean look, Doc? Or do you like it dirty? Beards. Tattoos…scars?”
Yes, I like it dirty. So dirty.
I was stunned into silence. Preppy's proximity was fucking with my brain, and I was afraid I was going to blurt out something that would dig me a deeper hole than I’d already dug for myself. I opened my mouth to answer, but I couldn’t get the words out. Not like I needed to. Preppy answered for me. “If I remember correctly, you like it dirty. Real fucking dirty.”
He took another step. “Remember that first time? In the field? By the train tracks? Remember how I pulled your hair while I fucked you from behind and stretched you open? Remember how it felt to have me moving inside of you? How it felt when you came and screamed in my fucking ear? I do. I remember. Thought of that scream every fucking day since. It was deafening.” He chuckled and pressed his teeth against his bottom lip. He groaned, the sound shot straight to my pussy. “I can still fucking hear it now.”
So can I.
The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. “What are you doing?” I asked, trying to step around him, but he pressed his hands against the wall, caging me in. The warmth of his chest radiated onto mine. I tried to look anywhere but into his eyes, afraid of what I might see, but there wasn’t anywhere else to look. He moved even closer.
Preppy pressed his knee between my thighs, parting my legs. “Me?” he asked, with mock innocence. “I’m just reminiscing with an old friend.”
“This doesn’t feel like just reminiscing."
He stared intensely into my eyes. “No, not YET it doesn’t.” He grinned. “But it fucking will. Soon.”
T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and three feisty fur kids.
She attended Florida Gulf Coast University where she specialized in public speaking. After years working in real estate and new home construction, she decided it was finally time to stop pushing her dreams to the back burner and pursue writing seriously.
In the third grade she wrote her very first story about a lost hamster. It earned rave reviews from both her teacher and her parents.
It only took her twenty years to start the next one.
It will not be about hamsters.
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