#BlogTour “Preppy: The Life and Death of Samuel Clearwater” by T.M. Frazier


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preppyreviewMy musings…


I feel like I have been waiting a lifetime for Preppy’s story, and my God, has T.M. Frazier delivered with the first part of Preppy’s story.

From the first time readers encounter Preppy in King, he is this character they shouldn’t love.  He is amoral and dangerous, but T.M. Frazier shows them just the slightest amount of good, usually when interacting with the people he cares about, to make readers love him.  Some people will find him depraved, will be turned off by his actions and comments, but I just didn’t.  His past, as relayed in previous books, as well as in this book, makes his behavior understandable.  His depravity is part of who he is, and the violence is part of what makes him Preppy.  I also cannot get enough of his humor; his absurdity makes me laugh-out-loud.  What really makes me love Preppy so much though is the many dimensions to his character: hurt boy, loyal friend, strong and lethal man.   With this book though, T.M. Frazier gives us a new dimension to the Preppy readers have come to love, a romantic side.  Now it isn’t the traditional swoony romance, it is Preppy after all, but there are moments where he expresses heartfelt emotions and real care for Dre, and there are moments when he will tear your heart open.  He is truly a character that will go down as one of my favorites of all time, even if he is a hero I shouldn’t love.  I mean, everyone needs a bad boy in the lives, and Preppy is a dangerous and bad as they come.

There is one scene in particular that killed me, gutted me.  I literally wanted to reach through the screen and grab him, shake him, yell at him, ask him “WHAT ARE YOU DOING???? STOP!!” And even though these emotions were running through my body, I understood why he was doing it, just like Andrea did.  It just didn’t make the self-destruction any less difficult to watch.img_7838-1

Dre is a tragic heroine, very much like Doe and T, but also like them there is a strength to her as the novel progresses, which to live in the world T.M. Frazier has created is needed.  She ends up being strong enough to take on his demons and even challenges him in the end.  And when self-preservation takes hold, she decides to what is best for her regardless of what he wants or has planned, and I loved her for it.  Although she develops this strength, there is still a vulnerability to her.  She still struggles with her loss and emotions and moving on with her life.  But her scars and demons match up with Preppy’s, ultimately giving each other moments of peace.

This plot sets up the whole story, most of it focusing on setting up the story – the characters, the relationships, the conflict.  What surprised me the most was how far back in time T.M. Frazier took the reader, but it serves to set up the beginning of the story, how they fell together and then apart.  The plot will contain everything readers have come to love from her books though, suspense, chemistry, violence, amoral acts by amoral characters, and readers will love every minute.   Her ending of the book is also truly fabulous.  She provides the reader with enough closure to not feel like she shoved you off a cliff, but readers will certainly be jonesing for more.  I know I certainly am.

T.M. Frazier is one of my go-to dark romance writers.  Her words are like her men, I shouldn’t love them, I know I should be appalled by them, but I just can’t find it in me to care.  I love everything about it, her words, her characters, her stories.  This series has become my drug, and I just don’t want to quit.

ARC received in exchange for an honest review.


Samuel Clearwater, A.K.A Preppy, likes bowties, pancakes, suspenders, good friends, good times, good drugs, and a good f*ck.

He’s worked his way out from beneath a hellish childhood and is living the life he’s always imagined for himself. When he meets a girl, a junkie on the verge of ending it all, he’s torn between his feelings for her and the crippling fear that she could be the one to end the life he loves.

Andrea ‘Dre’ Capulet is strung out and tired.

Tired of living for her next fix. Tired of doing things that make her stomach turn. Tired of looking in the mirror at the reflection of the person she’s become. Just when she decides to end it all, she meets a man who will change the course of both their lives forever.

And their deaths.

For most people, death is the end of their story.
For Preppy and Dre, death was only the beginning.

This is the fifth book in the King Series and it’s meant to be read after Soulless.

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“No! I hate you,” she spat, as I continued to tug her beside me.

“Good, you can hate me while I fuck you,” I said. “But first things first. My lesson obviously didn’t take in that brain of yours. You want what you want and I can’t stop you,” I said, as we approached the train tracks which were elevated on a mound of gravel several feet off the ground. The warning lights flashed orange, the neon reflective barriers dropped down to cover the service road, while the bells indicating an approaching train clanged away. “And since I can’t stop you, I’m going to help you out. Bullet in the head was so three hours ago. I’ve got something even better in mind now.”

“Wait. What?” she asked, her teeth chattering. “You…you wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t what?” I said, turning around to face her, almost losing my footing when I noticed the trail of dried tears on her cheeks. I looked away for a fraction of a second to regain my composure. “You think I wouldn’t kill someone?” I cocked an eyebrow. “You already know that I’ve been there, done that, bought the motherfucking t-shirt, doll.” Her eyes went wide and she made a move to step back. “Oh no, Doc, I read your letter and I saw what you wanted. And remember, I’m nothing if not accommodating.”

When I pulled her to climb the gravel mound her knees locked up so I bent over and picked her up by the waist, tossing her over my shoulder, carrying her onto the tracks while she beat on my back with her closed fists. When I got to the top I set her down roughly and she fell backwards onto her ass, bracing herself with her hands against the large pieces of gravel under the tracks.

The whistle of the train blew in the distance. It wouldn’t be long now. Dre made a move to stand up, but that wasn’t what I had in mind. I bent down and pushed on her chest, spreading her tiny frame across the tracks. I crawled on top of her, pinning her down with my thighs. I leaned over her, my chest to hers as we both breathed rapidly. She struggled underneath me to get up, pushing at my chest, but I wouldn’t budge. “Why the struggle, Doc? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

She glanced up at me as the train whistled again. Her gaze flipped to her right, where the single yellow light from the train emerged from around the corner, shining brighter and brighter as it chugged closer and closer. For a moment she stopped struggling, looking back and forth from the train to me.

“So what, you’re gonna die too?” she asked, hoping to appeal to my sense of self preservation.

I shrugged. “I get bored easily, maybe the devil will make me his errand boy or something.”

“Preppy, this isn’t funny. Get up and get off the fucking tracks,” she said, her concern shifting from herself to me.

I shook my head and yawned. She wiggled underneath me, and although there was a train barreling toward us my cock once again stirred to life. Maybe I should just rip down her panties and push inside of her. Train or no train, it would be one fuck of a way to go out.

“You have to choose, Doc,” I said, making my voice as serious as I was capable. “Life?” I asked, screaming over the sound of the train screeching against the track. I pushed my hard cock against her core and she gasped. Her trembling turned into a shiver, her mouth fell open. I glanced to the side at the blinding light of the approaching train as it bathed us both in a tunnel of light. I leaned down, so close that my lips were a whisper above hers, as I shouted, “Life? Or death? What’s it gonna be, Doc?” My hair blew around my face as the light grew brighter and brighter. “Answer the fucking question!” I demanded, my hands squeezing her shoulders, my fingers digging roughly into her skin. “DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE?”

With only seconds left until we became shredded under the train, Dre closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened them again they were glistening, fresh tears spilling from the edges.

She started to speak, her lips forming the beginning of the word, but before it could fully leave her lips I stood, pulling her up with me. I lifted Dre into my arms and took a running leap off the tracks, my legs flailing in the air as we fell the seven or so feet. Dre’s decision still on her lips, her scream surrounding the air around us as we crashed down into the field.

“I wanna liiiiiiiiiiiivvvvvveeeeee.”



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About the Author:

tmfrazierT.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR best known for her KING SERIES. She was born on Long Island, NY. When she was eight years old she moved with her mom, dad, and older sister to sunny Southwest Florida where she still lives today with her husband and daughter.

When she was in middle school she was in a club called AUTHORS CLUB with a group of other young girls interested in creative writing. Little did she know that years later life would come full circle.

After graduating high school, she attended Florida Gulf Coast University and had every intention of becoming a news reporter when she got sucked into real estate where she worked in sales for over ten years.

Throughout the years T.M. never gave up the dream of writing and with her husband’s encouragement, and a lot of sleepless nights, she realized her dream and released her first novel, The Dark Light of Day, in 2013.

She’s never looked back.

Visit her at www.tmfrazierbooks.com for news, information, and appearances.

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