ALL THE RAGE (writer: T.M. Frazier)(78)
“Then why?” I asked, furious that although I just pledged to him and his MC, my sort of loyalty, the loyalty I’d never so much as thought of giving anyone else in a professional context, that he would still deny me as a member because of my lack of dick.
Bear put a cigarette in his mouth, letting hang from his lips as he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to where my scooter was parked. “Because of that,” he said, pointing to my scooter. “This is an MC, a MOTORCYCLE club, and darlin’, that thing ain’t no Harley.”
“My apologies” I said sarcastically, placing my hand over my heart and turning back around. Shielding my eyes from the sun as I looked back up at Bear, I craned my neck to meet his amused gaze. “With all the death and destruction going on around here, I kind of skipped over the motorcycle part.”
“Happens to all of us from time to time,” Bear admitted with another laugh. He shook his head. “I can’t promise you anything. We vote around here now and there is protocol that needs to be followed, but I tell you what, apologize to Thia, and I’ll see what the f*ck I can work out. Deal?”
“Deal,” I said hopping on my scooter. Turning the key, I kicked it off the kickstand and backed slowly out of the gravel lot.
As I drove off in a loud buzz that was nothing like the roar of a motorcycle engine, but a sound I loved anyway, I could hear Bear’s rumbling deep laughter as it followed me on the wind all the way to the main road.
For once, the sound of someone laughing at me didn’t make me murderous. Suddenly, my own laugh burst out from me, trailing behind me as I sped down the road toward the endless possibilities the future might hold and a life I could make whatever the f*ck I wanted out of it.
About the Author
T.M. Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and daughter. She loves music, reading, traveling, and annoying Mr. Frazier.
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Other works by T.M. Frazier
King Series:
King
Tyrant
Lawless
Soulless
Standalones:
The Dark Light of Day
All the Rage
Coming Soon-ish:
Preppy, the life and death of Samuel Clearwater Other awesome shit
And now a little sneak preview from one of my favorite authors…
A psychological thriller
By LILI ST. GERMAIN
ABOUT THIS BOOK
Girl meets boy.
Girl and boy fall in love.
Boy accidently almost kills girl’s mother.
Boy goes to prison.
Boy gets out of prison.
And then the real horror begins.
When Cassie Carlino was seventeen, her world ended.
The boy she loved was the boy who ended her world; Leo drank too much, got behind the wheel and smashed his car into her mother’s as she drove home from work. He went to prison, and Cassie went to live with her stepfather.
Now, Leo’s getting out.
He’s coming back to Gun Creek.
He’s coming back for her.
GUN SHY is a psychological thriller, releasing on June 27, 2016. This sneak peek contains the first three chapters. The full-length book will be released in ebook and paperback formats.
“Will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly; “ ’Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”
– Mary Howitt
You would think that when you bury someone deep enough in the ground, you’d be able to keep them hidden. Smooth your shovel over fresh-tilled soil, compact it under your boots, and pray nobody ever digs there.
But dirt doesn’t let you forget what lies beneath it. It keeps settling, leaving a hollow in the earth, a dip in the landscape that reminds you of the horror encased within. A hollow that demands to be filled until it becomes a mound, rising up instead of curving down. You give it one body, then two, and three, and still it hungers for more.
Lie down, Death whispers, greedy in its want, a faint rasp carried on an autumn breeze.
Join me.
CHAPTER ONE
I am a girl with a darkness inside me. Carefully placed. Cleverly concealed. A darkness that could devour you.
One hand on a cold pane of glass, watching the snow fall outside. It’s so pitch-black out here in the woods, you can’t see a thing. You can only feel fingers digging into your hips, hot and insistent, a tug of hair, a smack of skin, and the snowflakes as they fall through the weak pool of light that the porch light illuminates below. I think he likes it like this, up on the bed, against the window, as if somebody might see. But nobody could ever possibly see. It’s too dark. No streetlights. No houses for a clear mile in every direction.
Just us, and the silence, and the darkness.