Are you ready to meet
Rage?
Excerpt
ARE YOU READY TO
RAGE?
“What you don’t seem
to understand is all that matters right now is standing right fucking here,”
Nolan said, his voice thick and deep. His eyes were the darkest I’d ever seen
them, glimmering with wicked intent. One side of his full lips curled upward in
a devilish smirk. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I was consumed by him.
Or at least, from the way he continued to fuck me with his eyes, I knew I was
about to be.
Nolan took a step
forward and I took two back. Our little dance made him chuckle, the sound
coming from deep within his throat. With just that little laugh my insides
clenched so hard I gasped. Nolan’s smirk grew into a knowing smile. His eyes
darted to the space between my legs where my shorts had ridden up, exposing
every inch of my shaking thighs.
He licked his bottom
lip, tracing it with the tip of his tongue. My inner battle raged on between
wanting to run away from him, and wanting to run straight into him. Although,
it wasn’t like it mattered which option won out in the end. The pier was
narrow, and Nolan was blocking my only way out.
He reached down and
unbuckled his belt, sliding it out through the loops. Folding it in half, he
snapped the leather together. The sound an echoing crack through the damp night
air.
Our dance continued
as he took another step toward me and I again retreated. “Since you don’t seem
to feel the same way, let me tell you what’s going to happen right now,” Nolan
started.
“I’m going to make
you come on my fingers.” Step. “On my tongue.” Step. “And around my cock.” His
last step closed the space between us. My back hit the railing, trapping me
between the end of the pier and his hard wall of a chest. My breathing became
even more labored, my chest rising and falling in quick succession against his.
Pressing against my stomach I could feel the heat of his hard cock through the
worn fabric of his jeans. My nipples hardened as the ache in my core grew into
need. “I’m going to fuck you. Hard. And I’m not going to stop fucking you until
you realize that this shit between us is all that matters.”
That’s when I
realized there would be no escaping this time.
From him.
From this.
From us.
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Blurb
They call me Rage.
My real name is like
a shadow, always close behind, but never quite able to catch up.
I fly under the radar
because no one ever suspects I’m capable of the kind of brutal violence I
commit each and every day.
You see, I’m a girl.
I’m nineteen.
And I'm a killer.
This life is all I
know. It s all I want to know. It keeps the s**t buried that I need kept
buried. It allows me to live without thinking too much.
Without dwelling on
the past.
Until him.
It all changes when
an ordinary boy becomes my next target.
And my first love.
I have to choose.
The only life I ve
ever known has to die, or he does.
Either way, I ll be
the one pulling the trigger...
All the Rage is a
STANDALONE
About the Author
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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