#BlogTour “Up in Smoke” by TM Frazier

Up in Smoke, an all-new gritty standalone romance

from USA Today bestselling author T.M. Frazier is LIVE!


OMG!! OMG!! I freaking love this book!!! It is like coming home to one big disturbed family who I freaking love!!! TM Frazier is the queen of dark and gritty romances!!! Gah!! It is an EPIC RIDE!!!

Phew! I needed to get that out before the actual review. Oh, and this can absolutely be read as a stand-alone. While previous characters make appearances, it in no way will affect your love of this story of your understanding of it.
Coming Feb. 16 – Full Review

5+ Burned to Ashes CROWNS

WOW! Just Wow!! T.M. Fraziers’s Up in Smoke is everything dark romances readers love. It is gritty, violent, and laced with such tension, anger and lust that I swear it will set you aflame.

Smoke is just everything. Every. Single. Thing. He is filled with hate and anger and revenge, but like the other characters in the series it is fueled by much more. He is so much more. With each page, with each interaction, with each moment he spends with Frankie, readers get to see his layers striped away, and the man below, the real Smoke, is more than I ever thought he could be. By the end, the man he has evolved into, even with the penchant for violence, is one who is so worthy of everything he never thought he could have.

One of the aspects of Frazier’s novels that I love is her heroines. These woman are almost always tiny and petite (in comparison to the men), but they are spit-fires and brazen as heck. Their spirit alone makes up for the physical size, and Frankie is another heroine whit fits the mold. Her motivation, though, what drives her throughout the novel makes her my absolute FAVORITE Frazier heroine. Her fight, her ability to sacrifice, and her heart make her a fierce counterpart to Smoke.

What makes a story phenomenal for me is when I don’t see plot developments coming, and T.M. Frazier is the queen when it comes to writing plots that keep readers in the dark. Readers find out the details when she wants us to find out, and Smoke is filled with so many moments where I just stared at my screen, trying to think about how I didn’t see it coming and thinking this woman is a genius. On top of a fantastic and enthralling plot, the chemistry , made up of equal parts wrath and sexual tension that pulses Between Smoke and Frankie, is off the charts. Punishment or pleasure, each encounter sizzles and readers can feel it, like a living thing permeating the air. And finally, we get the one thing that keeps us coming back to this series, a sense of home. Frankie and Smoke, and this crazy and freaking lovable cast of violent characters, find their home with each other. It is unconventional, it is crazy, it is dangerous and lethal, but it is theirs. Their family. Their home. Their way of life. And I love nothing more than visiting.

Up in Smoke is more than words can say. Live in it. Revel in it. It will be over all to soon, and you will want to go back and read it all over again. It is that brilliant and epic ride. My only consolation is that we will be back, and I can’t freaking wait!

ARC received in exchange for an honest review

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I’m a man without a conscience.

I deal in murder and mayhem.

I’m the best at what I do.

Frankie Helburn is supposed to be an easy job.

A means to flush her father out of hiding.


Except there isn’t anything simple about Frankie or the secrets she’s keeping.

She’s cocaine with legs. I’m addicted before I’ve even had a taste.

I might have her, but I can’t keep her.

But if her father doesn’t show his face, Frankie will be mine.


*Can be read as a standalone.

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“All these bruises,” Smoke muses. “And not one of them caused by me.” He trails a hand up my arms and down my flat stomach. “Pity, but I still have time to leave my mark on you yet.”

My entire body stiffens. I’m as rigid as a corpse.

Smoke chuckles and I’m glad I’m facing away because his laugh is pure torture, causing his erection to vibrate against my folds which are aching for more contact.

“You will be punished, hellion. You can be sure of that.”

I look over my shoulder and meet his dark eyes which darken even further as his pupils dilate. His lingering gaze rakes me over from my feet to my breasts and back down to the space between my thighs. He licks his full bottom lip.

My stomach flips. My will to fight him off doesn’t waiver, but my body isn’t getting the message. My core clenches again. I turn back around to face the tile, digging my teeth into my lower lip until I taste my own blood.

His chest presses against my back, and his hardness pulses between my legs, rubbing against my inner thighs. He squirts some shampoo in his hand, working it into my hair. He tilts my head back and rinses my hair then slides his slick and soapy hand down my body.

I’m breathing rapidly now. Short quick breaths I can’t control. There’s a deep rumble in his throat. His hand travels lower and lower on my stomach until it’s between my legs. He’s working his thumb over my swollen nub, sending sparks of need, pangs of pleasure, and a wave of self-hatred, surging within my battered body and bruised soul.

“What…what are you doing?” I ask, seeing flashes of white hot lust behind my closed eyes.

“More questions…” his voice a hearty amused rasp. His fingers circle my clit while he continues to rock his hard cock between my legs. The pressure building is so strong it borders on painful.

Tears leak from my eyes. I’m so fucking mad at myself for being turned on. For Smoke being right. I’m so wet. He feels it. There’s no way he can’t feel it.

He leans in close. I’m stone still except for the tremors gripping my body. He licks the tear off my cheek and groans. He dips the tip of his finger inside of me and I tighten around the intrusion. It’s a foreign sensation. Strange. It feels both wrong and right. Pleasurable and painful. “Your tight little pussy is weeping too. I wonder if its tears taste the same.”

I look over my shoulder as he withdraws his finger and sucks it into his mouth. He groans. “Fear or desire. They both taste real fuckin’ good to me.”

He places his hand back between my legs. When I try to squeeze my thighs together to keep him out he parts them with his knee on a grunt and begins circling my clit again. This time harder. Faster.

I’m staying as still as I can, but when I feel something begin to happen inside my body. The sparks he ignited within me are all crashing together. I can’t hold back. My face scrunches as I try to fight the orgasm fighting its way out, but it’s no use. I can’t fight it. It’s too fucking strong. I’m so fucking close.

I arch my back without thinking, pressing my ass against him, begging for more. For what I need to push me over the edge.

Smoke hisses. “Oh, what I could do to this beautiful little pussy.”

The pleasure builds and builds as he strokes me harder. Faster. I’m about to come all over his fingers when the feeling is lost.

I spin around.

Smoke is gone.

I can’t see through the steam so I shut off the spray and wipe the water from my eyes only to see Smoke toweling off in front of the sink on the other side of the bathroom.

The only proof I have of what just happened between us was real is his cock. Erect. Thick. Huge. The purplish swollen head bobs against his abs, jutting out over the top of the towel he wraps around his waist.

“What…what just happened?” I stammer, leaning back against the wall for support.

Smoke steps forward, and when I go to jerk back, he reaches out and pinches my nipple painfully hard. I yelp and leap back, slipping on the tile, falling on my ass, taking the shower curtain down with me.

Smoke rips the curtain off my head and glares down at me with a triumphant grin on his evil beautiful face. “What just happened was called punishment and you got off easy. Next time I’ll split that tight pussy in two with my fucking cock.”

He goes to leave but stops. “You want pain?” he asks. “I’ll give it to you. You want pleasure? Now that’s something you’re gonna have to earn.”

He leaves, slamming the door behind him.

I release a shaky exhale.

I’d hoped the rest of my time with Smoke would be tolerable, but there’s no fucking way that’s going to happen. Not now. Not with my skin crawling with need. I’m losing my mind. About where I am. About what this is all about. About this beautiful horrible evil man.

I feel like I’ve already been split in two.

What Smoke is doing to me is far more than punishment.

It’s pure fucking torture.

About the Author:

T.M.Frazier.jpgT.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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  1. Lol you know I want to see the review of this but i dont want to know anything and just be surprised as i read along. Am i the only one?

  2. Oh, Stacey, you’re not the only one! I mostly just read the intro’s on the reviews. When I sense spoilers are coming, I stop and and just get back to the rest when I’m done with the book. I look out for the ratings though, the teasers, posters, playlists, video trailers, even GIF reactions entertain me and fuel my curiosity!

    I haven’t gotten myself a copy of this book yet. But it’s on my buy list. I’m eager to read this one. Sounds really epic.

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