The Outskirts by T.M. Frazier
Release Date: September 12th, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
4 Swamp Loving CROWNS
T.M. Frazier is one of my favorite writers. Her anti-heroes are among my favorites, I love the worlds she creates, and I enjoy this unusual and suspenseful situations she brings readers into with each book. While The Outskirts isn’t on the same depravity level as her previous duet, it still had me loving these broken characters and having that Oh My God moment at the end of book one of this duet.
Finn is broken in a way that none of her previous heroes have been. His isolation is self-induced and his behavior is self-inflicted punishment for perceived wrongs. Even though he is plenty broken, T.M. Frazier shows the readers glimpses of the hero that exists beneath this empty shell of a man. Watching Finn come alive and begin to enter the land of the living will make readers fall for him, and as with all of Frazier’s anti-heroes, he has the perfect balance of gruff, sexy, and protective alpha thing going. It makes him hard to resist.
Sawyer, like most of the author’s heroines, is coming from a life of turmoil. She shows immense strength for taking her life into her own hands, and yet she retains a vulnerable nature to her character, which is another signature aspect of Frazier’s heroines (one that I love). The dichotomy of her Sawyer adds a richness and authenticity to her character, and, like the other characters in the novel, readers want her to find her niche in Outskirts.
The secondary characters, particularly Miller and Josh, are hilarious! I love the comedic relief they provide throughout the novel as well as the impetus for the sexual exploration of the innocent Sawyer. I’m excited to see where T.M. Frazier takes them during the second book in the duet.
As it has been stated in the synopsis, The Outskirts is book one in the duet, making book one the exposition and rising action of the whole story. Readers will get to know these characters – motivations, flaws, and hopes – and build their allegiance to the town of Outskirts and its inhabitants. The build up between Sawyer and Finn is great. Readers get to see them move from an antagonistic relationship to friends to more over the course of this book, and this is really enough to keep readers interested an engaged. As with all of Frazier’s books, readers are left with a significant cliff-hanger that really only serves to make me desperate for book two, because she drops a bomb and readers just know that the action is just beginning.
Love T.M. Frazier. Love her anti-heroes. Love her heroines. Her stories never disappoint me, and The Outskirts is just another reason why she is a must read author.
ARC received in exchange for an honest review.
Sawyer wants a life of her own.
Finn wants to forget he ever had one.
After a tragedy, Finn Hollis escapes into the swamp to be alone.
That is until Sawyer Dixon shows up, all SCORCHING HOT innocence,
claiming she owns the land less than fifty feet from his front door.
Sawyer gets under his SKIN, but even worse?
She makes him WANT things.
Things Finn hasn’t wanted in a very very long time.
Finn WANTS Sawyer gone.
Almost as much as he wants her in his BED.
The Outskirts is Book One in the Outskirts Duet.
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My throat tightened and a heaviness grew in my chest like my heart didn’t know whether to beat faster or stop beating altogether. “Did you leave me all this to show me the life you could’ve had, but didn’t? Why!?” I pounded the wheel again and then again, and again and again until my vision was blurry and all I could see was the redness of my own heated rage. “You’re a fucking coward! You fucking COWARD!” I screamed to no one, pounding on the wheel until the skin across my knuckles split and blood dripped between my fingers.
Strong hands bit into my biceps, yanking me from the cab. I was spun around by my shoulders and found myself face to face with Finn. “I like it when you swear,” he said, pressing close.
“Finn, get off me! Get off me! Let me go!” I wailed, struggling to free myself from his grip. Kicking out my legs only to connect with the air as he evaded my every move.
A growl tore from his throat. Finn picked me up and walked me to the back of the truck, setting me on the open tailgate. He pushed himself between my legs and hovered over me to keep me from leaping off.
“Let me go,” I demanded, pushing at his hard chest. “I don’t have time for your broodiness right now.”
Finn held my wrists together with one hand. “No, of course you don’t. You’re too busy tearing up pictures and screaming at no one.”
“Let me go,” I repeated.
“No,” he said between clenched teeth.
“Just go! Leave me alone. Leave meeeeeee!” I wailed as I pounded against his stone chest.
“You don’t want to hit me,” he warned, his eyes hardened.
“Then let me go.”
“Why?” He stepped in closer, unaffected by my attempt to fight against him. My inner thighs were touching his outer thighs.
“Because she did!” I screamed, my eyes sprang open to find his cold blue gaze. “She could have run anywhere and taken me with her. Instead she left him but she left me too. She was a coward who couldn’t make the right decision and I love her. I love her…but I hate her. I hate her so much…so…” I was interrupted when Finn’s lips pressed against mine, momentarily rendering me stupid. I pointed my toes toward the sky to avoid my initial instinct which was to wrap my legs around him. It was so consuming that I momentarily forgot to fight him off, but I didn’t need to, he pulled his lips from mine.
“Stop doing that,” I said. I pushed him off but he stayed between my legs, his hands on my bare back just under the hem of his big t-shirt I was wearing. His gaze hardened. I could see the conflict written in his lined forehead and the deep V between his eyes. I had no doubt the conflict had everything to do with me.
And kissing me.
“It’s your fault that I do it,” Finn said, his voice deep and smooth against my chin and then my neck.
“So that’s your plan? Kiss me every time you want to shut me up?” I asked, still feeling every bit of my anger but also feeling something else. Something that sent tingles between my legs and an ache in my core. “Thank you for saving me. Really. Thank you. I appreciate it,” my voice cracked. “But you can just leave me alone now. And please, STOP kissing me.” My words a whisper.
“I’m going to kiss you whenever I want to kiss you,” Finn stated as if I didn’t have a say in the matter.
The early morning sunlight highlighted the beads of sweat trickling from his shoulders down his broad chest and across the valleys of his defined abs. He was standing so close that we were breathing in each other’s air.
“Whenever you want to kiss me?” I laughed. “I don’t understand you. I don’t understand any of this. You’re always mad at me. Why did you save me? Why do you keep kissing me when you’re always mad at me?”
“It’s when I’m pissed off at you that I want to kiss you the most,” Finn said, his voice flowing over my skin like a silky blanket. He slid me closer so I could feel the outline of his rigid erection as if he were proving a point. He lowered his lips to mine and consumed my mouth in a greedy kiss that had me shaking with need and spinning with confusion.
“Do you always kiss everyone you hate?” I asked, yanking my lips from his.
“Does this feel like hate to you?” he growled pushing his hard length between my legs.
About the Author:
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!
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