Possession – T.M. Frazier – Blog Tour + Review

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Zapraszam na Blog Tour i recenzję POSSESSION od T.M. Frazier!


“This trilogy is EPIC! If you loved TM Frazier’s King series, you MUST read the Perversion trilogy!”

– Meghan March, New York Times Bestselling Author


POSSESSION, part two of the dark and gritty Perversion Trilogy from USA Today bestselling author T.M. Frazier is available NOW!



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The story of Grim and Emma Jean continues.

War is on the horizon.

We’ve come so far.

We’ll have to fight for what we have.

Or die trying.











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Bethany nods to the box, again pressing her finger to her lips. “We will know more when you’re assigned a judge. Until then, we will just have to wait,” she says loudly. She points with her eyes to the item in my hand, then leaves.

The object I’m holding is a rock with a piece of paper attached to it by a rubber band. I pull the paper free and flip it over. It’s a note.

Stay by the glass, motherfucker! Whatever you do, don’t turn around. PS-You look nice today. Prison blue suits you.

The one-piece scratchy uniform I’m wearing is bright orange. What the fuck is all this about?

I peer out from my cell. There’s no one in the room now. Not even the janitor. The security camera high in the corner across from my cell, the one that’s usually pointed directly at me, is now facing down toward the floor.

Whatever you do, don’t turn around. Okay, so I won’t turn around completely, but curiosity leads me to risk a glance over my shoulder. It’s just a wall. An empty blank wall. BOOM. BOOOOOM!

An empty blank wall…that just exploded.

The sound resonates through my eardrums. I duck and cover my head with my hands as pieces of cement rain down into the cell. Dust coats my hair and the back of my neck. After a few beats, I stand, waving away the plumes of the aftermath.

Through the debris, I can just barely make out headlights. It’s a truck with a battering bar attached to the hood.

“All aboard! This train is leaving the motherfucking station. Literally!” shouts a voice. I can’t see who it is through the windshield which is shrouded in what remains of my cell. I don’t have time to ask any questions of the mystery voice.

There’s no time to question anything.

The passenger door flies open. Two officers appear behind me. One fumbles with the cell keys while the other shouts at him to move faster.

It won’t be fast enough.

I leap into the truck and slam the door. The tires spin in place for a few seconds until they finally grip the concrete. My head hits the headliner as we reverse over the broken bricks until we’re clear of them and are able to make forward motion. It isn’t until we’re through the field and on the road when I finally get a good look of my getaway driver.

“Preppy?” I ask. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Preppy may not be part of any official organization, but he runs a tight ship over in Logan’s Beach. Belly and I have worked with him and his friend King a few times in the past. I haven’t seen Preppy since before he was thought to be dead only to later be rescued from an underground cave where he was held captive for the better part of a year.

“Grim? Fuck, I thought I was rescuing Bear. Get the fuck out,” he teases. “Just kidding. If Bear was locked up I wouldn’t help him escape. That fucker could use some ‘me time’ to contemplate his grumpy nature.”

He holds the wheel with one hand and straightens his signature bowtie with the other. His white dress shirt is rolled up to his elbows revealing arms heavily covered with both tattoos and angry jagged scars.

He lights a joint and tugs on the wheel, making a sharp turn off the road into a dark heavily wooded area. When we’ve made it in far enough to be fully camouflaged by trees and brush, Preppy kills the engine.

He passes me the joint, and I take a much-needed hit, holding the smoke for as long as I can before slowly exhaling.

“Thanks, man. How the fuck did you get sucked into this?”

Preppy types out a text on his phone, then sets it back in the console. “Bethany. I owed her a favor. She got my boy, Bo, out of some trouble recently.”

“Isn’t your kid like ten now?” I ask. “What kind of trouble can a ten-year-old get into that needs Bethany’s kind of help?”

“He’s eight,” Preppy corrects. “And my boy catches the kind of trouble most kids his age don’t know is out there to catch. My girls are easier. Twin toddlers. Miley and Taylor. The three of them, along with their mama, are the loves of my fucked-up life. Bo’s a good kid. He’s just…well, his brain arrow doesn’t exactly shoot straight. Its target is usually more…”

Preppy shapes his hand like an arrow aimed at the windshield, then changes the aim to me.

“Human.” He drops his hand. “And the incident in question wasn’t that bad. It may or may not have had something to do with the unfortunate disappearance of a certain…”

He waves the rest of his sentence away like there’s a gnat flying around his head.

“Let’s just say he’s grounded. VERY grounded. For life. Or like a week. Minimum a few days. Or a day. Maybe, an hour or two. Poor kid. Maybe, I’ll just take him to the movies.” He sighs. “You’ll see. Wait until you’ve got some sex trophies of your own. You’ll understand.”

Kids. I’ve never thought of myself with a kid before. I picture Tricks holding a baby in her arms. Our baby. Much to my surprise, I don’t fucking hate it. Although, the thought isn’t helpful to my current situation and only makes me more impatient and enraged.

One thing at a fucking time.

Sirens wail through the night. Preppy remains cool and calm like he’s driving a parade float down main street, and not at all like he’s running from the law with a fugitive.

Blue and red flashes light up the woods. After a few seconds, the vehicles pass, and both the lights and sirens fade off into the distance. “That’s our bat signal. Let’s get you the fuck outta here so I can get home to the missus and eat her cookies.” Preppy pauses, probably realizing his odd choice of words. “I do actually mean cookies. Dre makes a mean batch of chocolate chip.”

I stare silently out at the passing trees.

“I’m going to eat her pussy, too. You know, after the other kind of cookies. Just so we’re clear.”

“Thanks, man. We’re clear. And if you ever need anything and I’m not dead or serving time, I’m there,” I assure him. I mean it. I owe him a debt. A huge one.

“Hhhhmmm,” he considers, taking the joint I pass him. “How do you feel about babysitting?”

I smile at his joke until I look over at Preppy only to see he’s not doing the same.

In fact, it’s the only time in my life I’d ever seen him with a straight face.

“I uh…”

He looks straight ahead through the scratched and broken windshield. Bits of concrete from our escape attempt cover the dashboard, and some of it is lodged into the glass. “Never mind. You can do me one favor, though.”

“Anything within my power. It’s yours.”

“Don’t tell King about this,” he says. It comes out as a sheepish high-pitched question.

“Why? He wouldn’t want to know that you broke me out?”

King was a friend of Belly’s and a good ally to Bedlam. It wouldn’t make sense that he’d be against helping me. I’d do the same for any of them if the roles were reversed.

Preppy shakes his head. “Oh no, he knows I broke you out. I just sent him a text to tell him it’s over. The grand escape is complete.” He steps on the gas. “But he don’t gotta know I used his truck to do it.”



About the Author


T.M. (Tracey Marie) Frazier never dreamed that a single person would ever read a word she wrote when she published her first book. Now, she is a five-time USA Today bestselling author and her books have been translated into numerous languages and published all around the world.

T.M. enjoys writing what she calls sexy‘wrongside of the tracks romance’ with morally corrupt anti-heroes and ballsy heroines.

Her books have been described as raw, dark and gritty. Basically, what that means, is while some authors are great at describing a flower as it blooms, T.M. is better at describing it in the final stages of decay.

She loves meeting her readers, but if you see her at an event please don’t pinch her because she’s not ready to wake up from this amazing dream.






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Jestem wstrząśnięta. T.M. Frazier po raz kolejny zabawiła się moimi uczuciami. Czytając Possession czułam się, jak marionetka, a autorka była doświadczonym marionetkarzem. Ciekawość, której nabrałam czytając pierwszą część serii (Perversion) została częściowo zaspokojona, ale nowe zwroty akcji pozostawiły jeszcze większy niedosyt.


Tricks znów wpadła w sidła Marco, a Grim nie ma o niczym pojęcia, ponieważ sam jest wprowadzany w błąd. Ale kiedy już dowiaduje się, że jego ukochana jest w niebezpieczeństwie… jasna cholera! Krew, przemoc i wszechobecny chaos! W momencie kiedy już myślimy, że otaczające bohaterów zło zastało pokonane, a po czasie gojenia Tricks i Grima czeka upragnione „żyli długo i szczęśliwie” – BUM!- Frazier z uśmiechem na twarzy wyciąga nam dywan spod stóp, a my padamy prosto na twarz. Uwierzcie- nie przesadzam. Kolejne zwroty akcji powodowały, że czułam się, jak po zderzeniu ze ścianą. Poza genialną fabułą, autorka zaserwowała nam również całe mnóstwo niespodzianek i zagadek. Wielką przyjemnością były także niespodziewane wizyty bohaterów z innych książek Frazier.


Ta część idealnie pokazała nam, jak silne jest uczucie łączące głównych bohaterów. Utwierdziła nas także w ich ocenie. Ich oddanie, lojalność i miłość są nie do opisania! Tak bardzo im kibicujesz, aż aż bieleją Ci knykcie od trzymania kciuków.


Historię Grima i Tricks odczułam całą sobą. Nie mam pojęcia, skąd u autorki wzięła się znajomość ludzkiej psychiki, ale swoimi książkami potrafi precyzyjnie manipulować emocjami czytelnika. Mało tego- kończy książkę w takim momencie, że jesteś gotowa oddać swojego pierworodnego, aby tylko poznać ciąg dalszy historii! Possession było lekturą tak wciągającą, że nie byłam w stanie jej odłożyć. A teraz jak jakaś narkomanka na głodzie czekam, aż będę mogła sobie ulżyć i przeczytać trzecią część. Grudzień był zawsze dla mnie miesiącem, na który czekałam ze względu na Boże Narodzenie. W tym roku mam w nosie Święta i Św. Mikołaja – chcę Permission!





I’m thrilled. T.M. Frazier once again played with my feelings. During reading Possession I felt like a puppet, and the author was an experienced puppeteer. Curiosity which I gained while reading the first part of the series (Perversion) was partially satisfied, but the new twists and turns in Possession left an even bigger hunger.


Tricks fell into the Marco’s pit again and Grim has no idea, because he’s misdirect. But when he learns that his love is in danger … holy sh*t! Blood, violence and chaos! At the moment when we think that the evil surrounding our heroes have been defeated and after the healing time the longed-for „lived happily ever after” finally awaits for Grim and Tricks- BOOM! – Frazier with a smile on her face pulls out the rug from under our feet and we fall straight on our face. Believe me, I’m not exaggerating. Subsequent twists caused that I felt like after the collision with the wall. In addition to the brilliant plot, the author also served us a whole lot of surprises and brain teasers. Huge pleasure was also the unexpected cameos of characters from other Frazier books.

This part perfectly showed us how strong is the affection between the main characters. It also confirmed us in their assessment. Their devotion, loyalty and love are indescribable! You support them so much that your knuckles turns white from keeping your fingers crossed.


I feel Tricks and Grims’s story with all of myself. I have no idea where the author’s knowledge of the human psyche comes from but her books can precisely manipulate the reader’s emotions. Not only that – this book ends at such a moment that you are ready to give away your firstborn, just to know the continuation of the story! Possession was so absorbing read that I wasn’t able to put it down. And now like some kind of junkie I’m waiting until I can relieve myself and read the third part of the series. For me December was always a month all about Christmas. This year, I don’t give a crap about Christmas and Santa  – I want Permission!




*ARC received for an honest review.

Thank you so much T.M. Frazier and Social Butterfly PR!

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