Also by this author: All the Rage
Soulless (King, #4) by T.M. Frazier
on February 23rd, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Dark
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The finale to Bear and Thia's epic love story.
While I do love Bear and this whole series in general, I think maybe this should of been one book instead of two.
Was this a good book? Yes.
Did it carry it’s own weight? Not really.
I feel like this was a bit dragged on and all the action is in the last 1/4 of the book. The rest of it is there just to have content. The writing is fantastic and there is no issue there. I guess I was just hoping for more since it was extended into 2 books. The ending of this I wish would not have happened. I think that should of been left alone and it was just brought back to please people. I could be wrong and she could have some amazing story planned out though. I’ll admit I’m wrong if that happens lol.
Overall I’m on the fence about this. As a series I love it. As book two for Bear I think this one missed a few marks. I still recommend anyone read this series and to give it a go, despite what I say.
I was mad at the world, at the whiskey for not being strong enough, at the drugs for not lasting long enough, at the fucking whores I banged for not getting me off when it was my fault my dick was fucking useless after a bucket of fucking blow. I went so far as to be pissed at random people on the street for laughing or smiling when I felt like I’d never be able to smile or laugh again.
How dare they?
How fucking dare they be move on with their lives like my friend hadn’t just died.
I was on the verge of losing what little sanity I had left when I rode out of Logan’s Beach and set off to find a place, or places, where I could numb myself against the feelings that followed me from town to town, cheap motel to cheap motel, girl to girl, high to fucking high.
Then, this pink haired girl from the past came barreling into my life and it was like for the first time, I’d found a purpose. A real genuine purpose and not just some shit Chop spewed out as orders that I and every other member of the Beach Bastards took as bible, but a true reason to live again.
To WANT to live again.
Someone to live for.
Ti was my chance at some sort of real happiness when Lord fucking knows I had no idea what that really was before her. The only glimpses of real genuine happiness I’d ever had came courtesy of Preppy, King, and of course Grace. Like when King tattooed us for the first time and we loved them, even though they were crooked and downright fucking awful. Like when Grace made me my very first birthday cake. Like the time King Prep and I sat at the top of the water tower and thought the world was ours to take.
Because at that time, it was.
Then there was Ti and my new happiness became the first time I saw her smile. The first time I kissed her. The first time I tasted her pussy by the fire. The first time she let me inside of her, shamelessly pushing through her virginity in a frantic need to make her mine.
Because that’s what she was.
That’s what she would always be.
And I will kill every motherfucker who dares to try and take her from me.