Preppy, Part Three: The Life and Death of Samuel Clearwater by T.M. Frazier is available now!!!
The bowtie is BACK!
Dre was just a beautiful stranger when Preppy saved her the first time around. Now, he has to save her again, but she's no longer some stranger, she's family, and he has no idea who or what he's up against.
What he does know is that putting his family back together is the only acceptable outcome.
Preppy's to-do list?
SAVE FAMILY. SEEK REVENGE.
He's alive...and he's out for BLOOD.
Preppy Part Three is the third book and conclusion of Preppy and Dre's story. It's also the 7th book in the King Series, which should be read in order starting with KING & TYRANT.
So normally after finishing a book in this series I am cussing and cursing T.M. Frazier. She knows I love her so she knows to ignore it but this time I am having a truly hard time finding out a way to express how much love I have for this book, my thoughts on it ending and my love for all things King, Bear and of course mother fucking Preppy. I cried more than once because I just didn’t want to let these characters go. All of them hold a place in my heart but for some reason Preppy holds the biggest piece of them all. Maybe it is because he was the most damaged, maybe it’s because he is crazy as hell and I love that about him or maybe it’s because pancakes (now you knew I had to put that in there) but he is a character that I will not soon forget. Right when I got done with this book, Eminem’s Love The Way You Lie came on and I just pictured him and Dre, not the whole violence thing but then again this is Preppy we are talking about but this part stuck out in my head and I instantly pictured Preppy if Dre tried to leave again and him telling her she wasn’t leaving again.
“All I know is I love you too much, to walk away now
Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk
Don't you hear sincerity, in my voice when I talk,
Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the dry wall
Next time, there will be no next time
I apologize even though I know it's lies
I'm tired of the games, I just want her back, I know I'm a liar
If she ever tries to fucking leave again
I'm a tie her to the bed and set this house on fire”
So much has happened since we first have met King, Bear, and Preppy. They all have matured in their own ways, settled into lives that I honestly never would have pictured for them when we first met them in King. I am purposely not saying what happens in this book. I refuse to spoil it for anyone, but know that there is of course action, suspense, blood, alcohol, and some blow involved. I mean come on it wouldn’t be a party for these three is alcohol and coke weren’t involved now would it. Preppy at times has me fighting back tears with how he is with Dre and Bo. He may be one crazy son of a bitch but he is a person who I would want in my corner if I ever needed him.
Dre really cemented herself in my heart as well. I have loved her in all the books she’s been in but this one for some reason just raised that love to a new level. These two have completed each other, healed wounds that you never thought could be healed and balance the crazy out in each other.
While Ms. Frazier has said that we will see our favorite guys in other books I still want more. I want more Kind, more Ray, more Bear, more Thia, more Dre and of course more Preppy. I want more of their kids, I want more of characters we have been introduced to but don’t have stories for. I want more bikers, I want more weed selling grannies, I want more parties, and I want more, more, more!
Preppy: The Life And Death Of Samuel Clearwater Part Three was one of my most anticipated books of 2017, and if I could rate it a million stars I absolutely would. Thank Ms. Frazier for giving us these guys that we love, thank you for giving this book whore a series that will be read over and over again (I’ve already read the others more than once), but thank you for bowties, pancakes and a crazy ass mother fucker named Preppy who has made me laugh, cry, and want to find a water tower and spray paint a picture of a dick on. If y’all haven’t figured it out yet I loved this book and it is one I highly recommend.
Kevin had occasionally done something that reminded me of myself, but next to a DNA test, I still had no valid proof he was my brother. Nothing that connected us as family. Until now. “Dude, you’re creeping me out,” Kevin said, reaching for his shorts. Before he could pull them back on I dropped the hose and bee-lined toward him, wrapping him in a bear hug. “You really are my brother.” “Huh?” Kevin asked, standing as still as a statue. “Shhhh…just let me love you.” “What exactly is going on out here?” Dre asked from the porch, flipping on the light. I still didn’t let go. “He’s my brother. I’m sure of it now,” I informed her. “I have no idea what’s going on,” Kevin said, wiggling free from my grip. “Oh yeah?” Dre asked, amusement in her sleepy tone. She yawned and cinched the sash of the sexy little robe she was wearing that showed off those amazing legs of hers. “How are you so sure?” I stepped back and pointed down to Kevin’s massive cock. “Because of that!” Dre’s sweet laughter filled the air. I picked up the hose again and started to spray Kevin down. “Shit man, that’s cold!” he shouted, dancing around in the grass. “And are you gonna fill me in on what exactly she’s laughing at?” “That,” I informed him, spraying his crotch with water. “Because I just found more proof that we’re brothers than the fact that we think we both were shot out of the same cunt.” I grinned from ear to ear. “Okay? And what’s that?” Kevin asked. I turned off the hose and Dre tossed him a towel. I dropped my eyes to the huge slab of man meat between Kevin’s legs. “From the waist down we’re not just brothers, we’re fucking twinsies.” “Uh, what the fuck, Preppy?” Kevin asked, putting his shorts back on. “Quick,” I said. “Tell me something. How do you feel about pancakes?” Kevin shivered. “Honestly, I’m more of a waffle kind of guy.” Dre gasped. I shut my eyes tightly, clenching my fists at my side. I cracked my neck and slowly turned to face him. I opened my eyes. “What the fuck did you just say to me, boy? You better start running.” “Wait, what?” Kevin asked, taking a step back and tripping over the sprinkler. He stood up and bolted through the gate. I chased him through the field while Dre looked on and laughed. “I take it all back! You’re not my brother!” I shouted, tackling him to the ground and sitting on his chest. “What the fuck, Preppy?” Kevin asked, squirming under me. “You and I need to have a serious fucking talk.” I leaned down until my nose was almost touching his. “About the abomination that is waffles.”
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T.M.Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and her 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! Her latest works include her USA TODAY BESTSELLING KING SERIES and All the Rage.
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