Book Tour & Giveaway : Keeper (Harris Brothers, #3) by Amy Daws

Keeper

Harris Brothers, #3
by Amy Daws

Release Date:
September 7th, 2017

Genres:
Sports Romance

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Synopsis:

They were best friends until they became roommates. 

Booker Harris has spent the last several years pushing himself to become the best goalkeeper in the Championship League. Tired of living in the shadows of his headline-splashing brothers, he has finally carved a path of his own. 

As a child, Poppy McAdams was content in her own little make-believe world, until the boy next door with dimples and pained eyes came barreling into her makeshift fort demanding all her attention. 

Best friends for most of their lives, everything changes when Poppy abruptly leaves London for University. 

Now she is back, and gone is the awkward girl from Booker's youth. She has been replaced by a stunning woman with secrets. 

Secrets that Booker is desperate to know. 

Sharing a bedroom wall with your best friend from childhood quickly turns to anything but sweet and innocent.

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Excerpt:

I manage to sneak up beside her as she’s chatting with Vi, and she jumps nearly a foot in the air when she lays eyes on me. 

“Booker!” Vi yells, pulling my focus off of Poppy. She wraps me in a hug. “Fucking aces game, my love. That last save. It was amazing! I can’t wait to watch it on the highlights I recorded at home. Seriously, career best save by far.” 

I smile sheepishly as everyone else gives me a pat on the back, but the one I’m most curious for a reaction from remains silent. When their attention turns to something Rocky does, I step toward Poppy and nudge her with my elbow. 

“Hello.” My voice is quiet as I lean over her, inhaling her scent—a vast improvement from the sweat and dirt wafting off of me. 

“Hello,” she replies, looking up at me as she frowns with a puzzled expression. 

I smirk as I continue to tower over her. “How’d you like the game?” 

Her eyes fixate on my mouth as I lick my lips. As if in some sort of daze, she twitches slightly and swallows. “Good seats.” Her cheeks flame red. 

This amuses me and I have to bite my lip to stop from laughing. Of all the things she could have said after never having seen me play, she comments on the seats. It makes me want to tackle her to the ground and tickle her until she admits how bloody good I am. 

I quirk my brow. “That’s all you have to comment on?” 

“Oh yeah, good game or whatever.” She flicks her wrist in the air like today is any old Saturday and she didn’t just witness my career best save. 

This makes me snicker. She can be stubborn as a mule sometimes. Determined, I straighten my posture, looming over her even more now and trying to silently intimidate her into admission. I want to hear her fucking say it. I want to hear her say I’m great. I’m not usually a cocky sod. My ego isn’t one that needs constant attention. But fuck me, after a game like tonight, I can’t help but want praise from my best friend. 

I pierce her with a challenging look. “Did you really just say whatever?” 

Her tongue swipes across her glossy lips as I move in even closer. She starts twitching and murmurs so low I can barely hear her, “Are you seriously trying to keeper me right now?”

Review:

Keeper, which is the third book of the Harris Brothers Series, is my first read by Amy Daws. It took me no time at all to fall in love with her writing style and the wonderful characters she created. Poppy and Booker completely stole my heart from the very beginning. Finding a new author that delivers all the feels is a bookworm's dream come true! One of my goals for 2017 was to read as many new authors as I could. I'm so glad that I finally got the chance to read a book by Amy Daws. 

Booker Harris lost his best friend six years ago. Things have not been the same without Poppy McAdams by his side. Finding out that Poppy is back is the best news he could ever receive. Booker is determined to keep Poppy by his side. As days go by, Poppy and Booker's friendship develops into something more. Booker needs to make some decisions that will change everything between him and Poppy. Will he be able to step out of his comfort zone and give love a chance?

Best friends to lovers is one of my favorite tropes in romance. I love to read about beautiful friendships that bloom into heart-melting love stories. Poppy and  Booker's love journey gave me all the feels! Their chemistry was crazy intense and their love was absolutely beautiful.  Booker was a swoony hero that made me melt! He grew so much as a character. I felt like his life completely changed because of Poppy's love. I absolutely loved Poppy! She's the kind of heroine I love to cheer for. Her confidence and her bubbly personality captivated me from the first moment she was introduced in the story.

This story was a fantastic reading journey that also had an amazing cast of supporting characters. Booker's siblings are fantastic! I can't wait to read all of their stories. I absolutely loved the family bond that they share and I look forward to reading Gareth's story. He's super intriguing! I loved every moment of my reading journey and highly recommend Keeper.

Rating:

I give, Keeper, by Amy Daws, 4.5 swoony, captivating, heart-melting, sexy, falling for your best friend stars!

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About the Author:

Amy Daws is a lover of all things British and her London-based love stories bring the incredible city to life on every page. Read all about hot British men, hilarious heroines, and unforgettable and original ensemble casts that pull out all the feels.  

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Book Tour : Singe (Guardian Protection, #1) by Aly Martinez @AlyMartinezAuth

Singe

Guardian Protection, #1
by Aly Martinez

Release Date:
February 6th, 2017

Genre:
Contemporary
Romance

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Synopsis:

She was my nightmare. Every time I closed my eyes, I watched her fall into that inferno. Over and over, I failed to save her. 

I hadn’t been able to reach her, and the guilt only burned hotter over time. Four years later, I was the unreachable one. 

Heroes aren’t always saints. Sometimes, we’re nothing more than jaded sinners driven by sleepless nights and hearts full of darkness. 

And then I met her. She was a dreamer who managed to soothe my scars and heal my wounds. 

But, as the flames closed in around us, I feared I wasn’t the right man to save her. 

That is until I realized she was the one woman I’d burn the world down to protect. 

SINGE is the first book in an ALL NEW smokin-hot standalone series by Aly Martinez.  

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Excerpt:

Chapter One 
Jude 

“Tomorrow, it’s on me,” I said, standing up off the barstool. Behind the bar, Carmen waggled her eyebrows, seductively calling out, 
“Funny, I could be on you tonight if you stayed awhile longer.” I laughed at her innuendo and tossed her a wink. “I gotta get home, babe. 
Seven a.m. comes way too early.” 
“Well, offer’s on the table,” she purred. 
It always was with her. And, if I wasn’t careful, I’d eventually take her up on it. 
Not that sleeping with Carmen wouldn’t have been good. But, when you find a cheap bar only five minutes from your house, you don’t fuck that up by dipping your cock into the bartender. 
“Later, Carmen,” I called, pushing the door open and heading to my car. 
I wasn’t out of the parking lot before I heard, “Officer Levitt? We’ve got an alarm going off in Park Hill. You mind taking a look on your way home?” 
Banging my head back against the headrest, I groaned to myself. Park Hill was about as “on my way home” as swinging past California on the way to Maine. 
Switching my radio to my other hand, I complained, “I’m off the clock, Jocelyn.” I had been for several hours, even if I hadn’t made it home yet. 
She laughed. “I’m sorry, but you’re the only one remotely close. I had to send two cars out to the Laslows’ to break up another argument between Cam and his old man.” 
“They at it again?” I asked. 
“Apparently, Cam told Lindsey he didn’t want the baby. Lindsey told his dad. Old Man Laslow lost his mind.” 
I chuckled, putting my blinker on and then doing a U-turn in the middle of the empty road. “Christ. I bet he did. I know the man’s seventy-five, but I sure as hell wouldn’t want to go toe-to-toe with him.” 
“I’m with you on that. So…you gonna head out to Park Hill?” she asked in a sugary-sweet tone. 
I grumbled deep in my chest. “You’re gonna owe me some of that banana bread for this. I missed it the other day when you brought it up to the station.” 
“I don’t owe you anything.” She giggled. “However, as a personal thank-you from the state of Illinois, Park County, and the owners of Park Hill, I’ll bring you in a loaf on Friday. Deal?” 
“Deal. I’m en route now.” 
“Stay safe, and radio in with your report.” 
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, knowing exactly how much thirty-year-old Jocelyn loved being called ma’am by a twenty-five-year-old man. 
“Don’t you—” 
“Gotta go.” I turned the volume down to mute her, grinning to myself as I flipped my lights and siren on. 
I’d been a cop for two years. And, in that time, I’d been out to the privately owned Park Hill estate at least a dozen times. It wasn’t unusual for the alarm on the mansion to get triggered. It never amounted to anything. The expansive estate was on the very edge of the county, and trouble didn’t usually travel that far out. More often than not, a bird at a window or a bumbling new member of the grounds crew would accidentally trip the alarm. Truth was, no one actually lived in Park Hill. The owners visited sporadically. But, for the majority of the time, it remained empty. 
Some minutes later, I cut my siren as I pulled up to the entrance. The cold air assaulted me as I stepped out of my patrol car with my flashlight in hand and aimed at the keypad on the massive security gate that blocked the driveway off. That damn thing alone had to have cost more than I’d make in a lifetime. Forget about the house inside. 
The smell of wood burning in a fireplace wafted through the night air. I guessed someone was home for a visit. 
I typed in the emergency code on the gate panel and then climbed back in my car and made my way down the tree-lined driveway. I’d spent the day on patrol, and, with the exception of some minor vandalism across town, it had been a slow one. Though, in the blink of an eye, that would change. 
Along with my entire life. 
“Oh fuck,” I breathed as the main house came into view on the top of the hill. 
After throwing my car in park, I jumped on the radio at my shoulder. I could barely get the words out as I slung my door open and took off at a dead sprint. 
“This is Officer Levitt! I need fire support at Park Hill immediately!” 
And then I froze as a wave of adrenaline crashed into me like a tsunami. 
An inferno roared in the night sky, but it was the small silhouette of a woman perched outside a third-floor window, smoke pouring out all around her, that knocked the breath out of me. My heart stopped, but my feet continued to pound against the pavement. 
Jocelyn’s voice caught me. “What’s going on?” 
“I need medical too!” I barked as I got closer. “The whole damn place is in flames and there’s a woman trapped!” 
The woman’s long, black hair blew out behind her like a battered flag whipping in a storm. I couldn’t make out her face or her skin color or even guess at her age for the black soot covering her, but her fear was unmistakable. 
And unforgettable. 
“Hang on!” I yelled up to her. 
“Oh my God!” she screamed before it turned into a fit of coughing. “Help me!” 
“Hang on! Don’t let go!” 
Frantically, I searched the perimeter for a way in, but it wasn’t only her house that was on fire. Flames were encompassing her. The yard and all the surrounding flowerbeds. Top to bottom. The first and second floors were completely engulfed, and if the sound of shattering windows was any indication, it was quickly making its way up to the third floor—to her. 
“No! Don’t leave me!” she screamed, panic thick in her garbled voice, as I started around the side of the house. 
A wall of heat stopped me in my tracks. Throwing an arm up, I did my best to block my face while scanning the building for any possible entry—or, in her case, exit. 
But there wasn’t a surface of that house that wasn’t ablaze. 
Except the roof. 
Son of a bitch. 
I spoke into the radio. “I need an ETA on fire.” 
Jocelyn replied, “They’re on their way. Five minutes out.” 
I didn’t have one minute, much less five. 
Fuck. 
My pulse quickened, sending blood thundering in my ears. I was a cop. I’d trained for chaos. I should have been able to come up with a solution for a situation like this, but they didn’t teach you how to conquer the impossible at the Academy. 
And, as I took inventory of the flames dancing beneath her, I knew that was exactly what I was up against. 
My gut wrenched as I helplessly sped back around the house. She appeared almost childlike, hovering barefoot on that narrow brick ledge, but her long-sleeve top and her loose-fitting pants clung to the body of a woman. 
Jesus Christ! Where was that fucking fire truck? 
“Is anyone else in the house?” I yelled up to her. 
Not that I could have helped them, either. Short of running into a burning building, on what would surely be a suicide mission, there was not one thing I could do. And didn’t that little reality feel like a wrecking ball to the chest. “No!” she cried, a loud sob lodging in her throat. It turned into more coughing, her body shaking violently with every heave. 
I fisted my hands at my sides as my anxiety spiraled higher. “Please. Do something!” she begged. 
I ground my teeth together and once again glanced around as if a water hose and a ladder were going to suddenly appear out of nowhere. “Hang tight, okay? Fire trucks are on their way.” 
“I can’t hold on much longer!” she cried. 
“Yes, you can,” I demanded. 
“I…I think I need to jump,” she coughed out. 
I assessed the massive fire below her. I’d never be able to reach her before it swallowed her. But there was no way I’d be able to stand by and watch her burn. 
No. If she jumped off that ledge, she was going to get us both killed. 
“Don’t you dare,” I barked. “Don’t even think about it. Two minutes. They’ll be here.” 
“I…I can’t.” 
“Two minutes,” I repeated. “Hold—” 
Suddenly, a window to her left exploded, shooting glass and flames in all directions. I covered my face as she screamed in a paralyzing mixture of fear and agony. It cut me so deep that I knew I’d bear the scars for the rest of my life, and that had nothing to do with the glass and everything to do with the heavy weight of my failure already lingering in the smoke-filled air. 
When I opened my eyes again, I caught a glimpse of orange flickering in the window behind her. Panic built in my chest. “You need to move!” I yelled. 
She shook her head and continued to cough and cry. 
But it wasn’t an option. I couldn’t help her. Though I damn sure refused to watch her die. 
“Please. Just listen to me.” I swallowed hard. “You can’t stay there.” I looked to the roof. 
Sending her higher seemed wrong and went against everything I’d learned in my limited fire training. But fuck, my options were having her jump into a conflagration or scale up the side of a building in hopes of buying us the precious minutes needed for the fire department to arrive. Drawing in a smoke-filled breath, I made a decision that would haunt me for the rest of my life. “You need to climb up to the roof.” “I can’t!” she shrieked. 
My stomach twisted, but I gentled my voice. “Look, I know you’re scared. But I’m right here. I’ll help guide you up, but, sweetheart, it’s bearing down on you. You gotta move, and I mean now.” 
She choked on a mouthful of smoke as she attempted to look over her shoulder. 
“You’re going to be fine. I swear to you,” I lied. “But you have to move.” 
“I’m not going to make it!” She had to have yelled it in order for me to hear her, but I felt her defeat slither over my skin like a whispered goodbye. 
I took a long step forward, too focused on her to feel the heat singeing my skin. 
“Yes, you are!” I declared. “Move your ass up to the roof and we’ll both be out of here in time for breakfast.” 
Her gaze landed on mine, tears forging paths down her soot-covered cheeks, her disbelief obvious even from yards away. “Are you sure?” 
It was a ridiculous question. It wasn’t like I could make any guarantees. It was fire, for God’s sake. But that didn’t stop me from covering my heart with my palm and vowing, “I swear on my life you’re going to make it through this.” 
Her hesitation was evident, but with one last sob, she inched her small body farther out onto the narrow ledge, reaching the tips of her shaking fingers out for the windowsill above her. “Good girl,” I praised, a fraction of relief washing over me. And then I sucked in a sharp breath as one of her shaking legs slipped out from under her. 
“No!” I yelled. 
On instinct, I rushed toward the flames, my arms stretched out in the air as though I could catch her. 
A scalding heat blistered my face and forced me to stop, but the real pain was in my chest. I watched in horror for what felt like a lifetime as she fought to right herself, her dainty arms flailing like a wounded butterfly frantically trying to catch the wind. 
But there was none to be found. 
My heart lurched into my throat, and my breath seized in my lungs. 
And then a deep, guttural sound tore through me, shredding me from the inside out, as I watched her fall. 

I woke up in a cold sweat. It wasn’t exactly something new. I’d been dreaming of Butterfly for over four years. She always flew directly into the flames, screaming as I stood helpless to save her. 

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I cradled my head in my hands and tried to pretend I was okay. That wasn’t exactly something new, either. I could still feel the heat on the back of my neck. My lungs were still thick with smoke. The pressure in my chest never left me. 

The distance while I was living in LA had helped. But, in the week since I’d been back in Illinois, I’d woken up every morning at that blazing house. I didn’t even have to be asleep for the memories to assault me. 

I should have gone back to sleep. It was my first day at my new job, and the last thing I needed was to show up haggard and sleep-deprived. But, as I’d learned over the years, another fiery butterfly awaited me on the other side of REM. No way I was volunteering for that. 

I pushed myself off the bed and tugged a T-shirt on, preparing to head down to the hotel gym with hopes that I could outrun the mental fog that had been hovering over me since I’d returned. There was a reason I’d thrown all of my shit in my car and driven as far as I could all those years ago. 

Yet, somehow, I’d come full circle. 

But I’d come back a different man. 

At least that’s what I’d told myself as the deafening roar of doubt had overwhelmed me the moment I’d driven across the state line. 

Regardless, it had been time to go home. 

I’d been gone too long. 

Or, as I’d decided as I’d passed the exit to Park County, not nearly long enough.

Review:

I was super excited to learn that Aly Martinez was writing a new series. I'm a fan of this author and I know without a doubt that when I read one of her books, it's going to be an unforgettable reading journey! From her captivating writing style to her passionate characters, Aly Martinez always delivers a page-turning story.

Singe is the first installment of the Guardian Protection Series. This story follows Rhion and Jude's intense and emotional love story. Jude's life forever changed the moment he met Rhion. Fours years have passed, but the emotional and physical scars of their first meeting remain. Jude's life took an unexpected turn when he accepted a job at Guardian Protection. The last person he expected to see as a client is a ghost from his past. As days go by, Jude gets close to Rhion and protecting her is his number one priority. Will he be able to let go of the past and create new memories with Rhion?

This was such a great reading escape! It was filled with intense, passionate, thrilling and emotional moments. Rhion and Jude were such a wonderful couple to discover. Their connection was incredible and you could feel the powerful pull that they had towards each other. I loved how Rhion was the soothing balm to Jude's emotional scars. Her love healed those emotional scars in the most beautiful way. Loving Jude is a reward for Rhion. She has been through so much and Jude's presence in her life is like a breath of fresh air.

The supporting cast of characters was amazing! They each had a little part in the story that made me want to know more about them. I loved how they all loved Rhion and they would do anything to protect her. I don't know how many books will be in this series, but I hope that each of these wonderful alpha males get their chance at love. 

I was surprised by the twist that the author included in this story. It left me speechless and I was left on the edge of my seat to learn more about a certain character. I'm crossing my finger that this character gets a story as well. If you have never read anything by Aly Martinez, you're seriously missing out! This is the perfect book to start your one-click addiction for this author.

Rating:

I give, Singe, by Aly Martinez, 4 intense, passionate, thrilling stars!

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About the Author:

Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five- including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

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Release Blitz : Singe (Guardian Protection, #1) by Aly Martinez @AlyMartinezAuth

Singe

Guardian Protection, #1
by Aly Martinez

Release Date:
February 6th, 2017

Genre:
Contemporary
Romance

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Synopsis:

She was my nightmare. Every time I closed my eyes, I watched her fall into that inferno. Over and over, I failed to save her. 

I hadn’t been able to reach her, and the guilt only burned hotter over time. Four years later, I was the unreachable one. 

Heroes aren’t always saints. Sometimes, we’re nothing more than jaded sinners driven by sleepless nights and hearts full of darkness. 

And then I met her. She was a dreamer who managed to soothe my scars and heal my wounds. 

But, as the flames closed in around us, I feared I wasn’t the right man to save her. 

That is until I realized she was the one woman I’d burn the world down to protect. 

SINGE is the first book in an ALL NEW smokin-hot standalone series by Aly Martinez.  

Purchase Links:
Amazon US | Amazon UK | Kobo

Teaser:

About the Author:

Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five- including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

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Release Blitz : Preppy: The Life and Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part Two (King, #6) by T.M. Frazier @TM_Frazier

Preppy, The Life

& Death of Samuel
Clearwater 
Part Two
King Series, #6
by T.M. Frazier

Release Date:
January 24th, 2017

Genres:
Dark 
Romance

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Synopsis:

Preppy finds himself back in a world he once loved, but no longer recognizes. His dim smile can’t hide his inner turmoil and the people he views as family all suddenly feel like polite strangers. 

Except for one person. A girl with dark eyes and even darker hair. A girl who isn’t even an option. 

At least, not anymore. 

Dre can’t decide who she’s going to listen to. Her heart, her head, or her body. Because two out of those three things have her heading right back to Logan’s Beach. Closure is what she tells herself she’s seeking, but when she unlocks doors that were never meant to be opened she soon discovers that when it comes to Samuel Clearwater, closure might NEVER be an option. 

This is book six in the King Series and the second part of Preppy and Dre's story. 

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My Review of Soulless HERE
My Review of Preppy Part One HERE

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.” 

Review:

How do I put into words what this book did to me? I can’t even deal with all the emotions I’m feeling at this moment. If you have not read the King Series by T.M. Frazier, you are seriously missing out on a phenomenal series with unforgettable characters. Since the moment I read my first book from this author, I have been hooked. If adoption papers would exist in book world, I would send mine straight to this author. T.M. Frazier created a world where I want to live in. Her characters are so real to me. I have laughed and cried with them. My heart has broken so many times in their difficult times and it slowly got mended with their happy moments. 

This book is difficult to review without giving spoilers away from the previous books. What I will tell you is that Preppy and Dre’s love story is captivating, wild and intoxicating! These two hold a place of choice in my heart and I’m not ready to let them go. Ever. I highly recommend that you read the entire King Series to experience Preppy and Dre’s story to the fullest. All the previous characters of this series are intertwined in some kind of way in Preppy’s life. 

When the author decided to split Preppy and Dre’s book in three parts, I was asking myself all kinds of questions. Why three books when all the other couples go two? I found my answers in this installment. This second installment explains so many things and answers so many questions. This second installment is all about healing emotional scars. Preppy and Dre’s journey is heartbreaking. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I wanted to be there next to these amazing characters to deliver some comforting hugs. This how phenomenal T.M. Frazier’s writing style is. She delivers all the feels every single time! 

I know my review does not recap what happened with Preppy and Dre’s story, but I wanted to explain what this book did to me instead of reviewing the story. Every reader deserves to live this reading journey just the way I did. Going into the story without knowing too much of what will happen. This second part left us with a cliffhanger that left me gasping for air. I cried like a baby for what happened and I can’t wait to see what will happen next. It was amazing to reunite with these characters and to fall even more in love with them. I’m absolutely positive that the third part of Preppy and Dre’s story will be EPIC! 

Rating:

I give, Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater-Part Two, by T.M. Frazier, 5 thrilling, sensational, fascinating, Preppy and Dre own my heart stars! 

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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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