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.
Soulless is a gritty, raw, at times gruesome, yet beautiful and well written story.
Bear and Thia, ah, where do I start?
I could explain how strong Thia is. She watches the man she loves suffer consequences of someone else’s actions. She befriends a fabulously odd and slightly insane bodyguard. She embraces a life style that many would run from. She does all of this out of love. Who wouldn’t want to feel that strongly for another person? I think that’s the core factor that drove me to respond to this character. She didn’t chance who she was for anyone, but she evolved, and Thia never asked anyone she cared for to change who they were to suit her needs.
I could tell you that Bear is a force to be reckoned with. I could say that T. M. Frazier has a way of bringing out the best (and worst when necessary) in a character and Bear is a prime example. He is the best kind of outlaw.
But I want to say, Wow. Because even at it’s most explicit, it’s most disturbed, Soulless really offers the reader a true romance. The story tugged at all of the right heartstrings, it kept me on the edge of my seat, waiting for the bottom to drop. And the end?! Dang. Just, dang. To use Thia’s words:
“… something inside me loved that he became this primal possessive best out to remind me who it was I belonged to.”
About the Author:
T.M. Frazier is a USA TODAY bestselling author. She resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and 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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Signed Set of Lawless & Soulless