T.M. Frazier does it again. Every book is better than the next and this one was ALL THE RAGE! (Perfect title for this one)
We were introduced to Rage in Soulless. Her character was so different. She came off as the quirky killer, OCD fire starter, with valley girl looks. But she's far from that as we find out in ALL THE RAGE. She meets Nolan while "babysitting", and in the process of doing her job, both quickly begin to feel things that they've never felt before.
I loved ALL THE RAGE! It was action packed, suspenseful, funny, and HOT. So hot that I pulled out my 5 DRIPPIN' WET PANTIES rating. OMG! The tension and chemistry between Rage and Nolan was enough to combust my iPad. I LOVE NOLAN. He's going to on my list of fave alphas. One last thing about this book that I loved is that with these characters, you can never judge a book by its cover. Rage was not who you'd think she'd be and neither was Nolan. And just when you think you've got the story figured out, that plot twist comes proves you wrong!!!!! The entire thing, characters and all, are basically a sexy conundrum.... lol!
Prologue
It was once said that if
you love someone enough you should let them go.If they come back to you, they were always meant to be yours.
It's kind of bullshit.
My story was a little
different than most.I was a little different than most.
Because in my story, if you
love someone enough, you should first drop the gun.
T.M. (Tracey
Marie) Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and three
feisty fur kids.
She attended
Florida Gulf Coast University where she specialized in public speaking. After
years working in real estate and new home construction, she decided it was
finally time to stop pushing her dreams to the back burner and pursue writing
seriously.
In the third grade
she wrote her very first story about a lost hamster. It earned rave reviews
from both her teacher and her parents.
It only took her
twenty years to start the next one.
They say in order to find yourself you have to go home.
What if home was what you're running from?
Where did that leave you?
Always on the other side of the fence.
Always looking in.
Always wishing you were someone you couldn't be.
Until one day you meet her.
The one.
She was my high, but she was also...
My demise.
Colors
blended together making it hard to focus on one thing. I blinked a few times
and just like that…
I
saw her face.
As
if she was standing right in front of me.
Smiling.
Happy.
Laughing.
My
whole world…
My
girl.
I
felt my lips curl up slightly at the vision as I reached out for her. Wanting
to touch her, needing to hold her, yearning to kiss her. Craving, God, craving
to fucking love her.
“I’m
sorry,” I murmured out loud to no one but the illusion of my drug-infested
mind. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I repeated repentantly, longing for her to
believe me.
Aching
for her to love me again like she used to.
I
don’t know how long I sat there, staring at her beautiful face before my eyes,
subconsciously rubbing the tattooed key that was placed over my heart. I
couldn’t take it anymore, and the desire won over the haze.
It
was too powerful.
It
was too vivid.
I
grabbed my phone. “Baby,” I said into the speaker. The ringing quickly
followed, going straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. “Baby,” I
urged with desperation in my tone.
Still
nothing.
I
tried again and again and again.
I
would try until the end of time if that’s what it took for her to answer.
To
talk to me.
To
save me.
To
crave me.
Time
just seemed to standstill, as my life slowly played out in front of me. Trying
to balance in between the light and the darkness when all I could see was gray.
“What?!”
she screamed into the phone, finally answering after I don’t know how many
failed attempts. “What the hell do you want now?”
“Mi
cielo.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
She ignored
my term of endearment. I hadn’t called her that in such a long time.
My
heaven.
“What
do you want, Austin? Why are you calling me? We’re over! I can’t do this
anymore!”
I
shut my eyes and let my mind wonder, allowing it to go to another place in time
where she didn’t hate me.
“I
remember the first time I made you smile,” I chuckled, as if it had just
happened.
My
nerves were on fire. The mere sound of her breathing through the phone was too
intense for me. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I
remember when you used to smile just for me. Do you remember, baby? Do you
remember what my love feels like?”
I
heard her faintly breathing.
“Do
you remember my hands on you? My lips? My tongue? The first time I made you
come with my mouth? Do you remember all the times since? Tell me I’m not
forgotten. Tell me you remember, baby.”
Silence.
“I
love you, Briggs. I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me, don’t you see
that? I’m dying without you.”
“No,
Austin. You were dying with me,” she rasped, knowing that it killed her to say
that.
“The
first time I saw your face, I thought to myself, damn, this beautiful girl is
goin’ to be the death of me. You were perfect in every way. I was a cocky son
of a bitch who needed you then, as much as I need you now.”
More
silence.
“I
had a dream about you, baby. I always fucking dream about you. In my dream you
had a ring on your finger. A ring I put there. You belonged to me. Only mine.
Forever fucking mine. You were pregnant, Briggs. You looked so goddamn happy. I
saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in years.”
She
sniffled into the phone.
“I
made love to you. Slow, just the way you love. Taking my time to touch every
last inch of your body. Memorizing every last bit of you. Making you come until
you begged me to stop. I didn’t.”
“I
can’t—” she tried to interject, but I didn’t let up.
“I
kissed your stomach. Our baby. Letting my lips linger there, whispering sweet
lullabies, letting her know daddy will always be there. Baby, it was so real.
For a second I gave you the one thing you so desperately wanted, the one thing
I can’t give you.”
Bestselling author of The
VIP Trilogy, Tempting Bad, Two Sides Gianna, and The Good Ol' Boys series. M.
Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles,
cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters
Club and R.L. Stein. She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She
is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German
Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.
He pulled back a little, resting his forehead on mine to
look into my eyes. To cripple me in ways I never thought possible. There was a
hunger in his glare that I couldn’t quite place, he wasn’t even touching me and
yet I still felt him all over. Both of us were panting, our breathing mirroring
one another’s, our hearts escalating higher and higher and beating beside each
other.
So intense.
So consuming.
So mind-blowing.
In that second, in that minute, in that hour… I wanted him.
I wanted his touch, I wanted his kiss, I wanted his taste, I
wanted all his movements, all his adoration and his love, all his devotion, his
laugh, his smile, everything, anything.
Every. Last. Part.
Him.
I reached for the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it and
pulling it away from his body and he let me. I touched the pulse of his neck,
down to his heart, passed his taut abs until I reached his belt. The warmth and
velvetiness of his skin made my sex clench and my stomach flutter. The
butterfly feeling never got old. It was becoming one of my favorite feelings.
A feeling only he could ignite in me.
I gasped when he unexpectedly gripped my hand, stopping me.
“Are you sure?” he huskily rasped, my favorite sound in the
world.
Before I could assure him, tell him what I felt so deeply in
my heart, tell him how much he meant to me, how much I wanted to be his and
only his, how much I wanted him to undo me.
Own me.
He hoarsely murmured against my lips, “Suga’ once I start
there will be no going back. I won’t stop until I’ve explored every last inch
of your flesh… until I’m etched so far into your heart that you’ll never be
able to touch your skin and not feel me.”
With wide eyes I swallowed hard and breathed out, “Promise?”
“Always.”
He let go of my hand and I unclasped his belt, next were his
slacks, pulling them apart and lowering the zipper. Before I could touch him
where I really wanted to, where I had been craving since the second I saw him
in his black tuxedo, he slapped my hand away.
“This isn’t about me. This is about you.”
His gaze set me on fire, my heart kicked into overdrive. I loved
having him look at me like that. Knowing I never wanted him to stop looking at
me in that way, the way that made me feel like we were the only two people in
the world, like I was the only girl in the world. He had my heart in his hands,
to do what he pleased with.
I knew right then and there that I would never be able to go
without him.
He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss me. The second his
tongue touched mine, it turned into its own moment, its own creation, its own
world. His body fell forward and mine backward, pushing me further into my
mattress. My legs spread wider and he readily lay in between them, placing all
his weight on his arms that were cradling my face. The room was dim, but I
could sense him everywhere and all at once.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Aubrey. So damn beautiful,” he
groaned into the side of my neck as he placed soft kisses down to my cleavage
and toward my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth as his hand caressed my other
breast, leaving me withering beneath him. Chills running up and down my waiting
body. My back arched off the bed, wanting more and he obliged. I could feel his
erection on my wet core as he purposely moved his hips, grinding against my
heat, creating a delicious tingling that I felt all over.
I sucked in my bottom lip to conceal the moan that was about
to escape.
“Darlin’, I want you to make every fucking noise possible.
Do you understand me?”
I moaned in response and it earned me a forceful yet tender caress
of his hand against my clit. He manipulated my bundle of nerves and within
minutes my legs started to shake and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. He
effortlessly made his way down my body, pushing his fingers into my opening and
sucking on my nub in a back and forth motion.
My hands immediately gripped his hair and he grunted in
satisfaction. I couldn’t take it anymore, the room started to spin and my
breathing faltered.
“Hmm… ah… mmm…” I exhaled.
The next thing I knew, he was kissing me, and I tasted myself
all over his mouth. It was intoxicating as much as it was arousing. He knew my
body better than I did, spending hours upon hours exploring it until he
memorized every last curve.
I heard a rustling of some sort and opened my eyes to see
that he was opening a condom as he kicked off his slacks and boxer briefs. I
watched with fascinated eyes as he rolled it up his big, hard cock, barely
being able to contain my need for his body to once again be on top of
mine.
He kissed me again, giving me exactly what I craved and
placed the tip of his dick at my opening.
“I love you,” he whispered in between kissing me.
“I love you, too. More than
anything,” I murmured, not breaking our kiss and eye contact.
REVIEW
5 STARS
I attempted to guard myself for the emotional roller coaster that I knew I'd be getting on the moment I dived into M. Robinson's, "Undo Me : The Good Ol' Boys Series", and right from the very beginning the prologue got me. DARN IT! But I could resist it. I couldn't wait to see what began this tumultuous of a relationship between Dylan and Aubrey. And in true M. Robinson form, we meet these two as youths. I've always said, and I will repeat : I LOVE THIS ABOUT HER WRITING STYLE! Meeting then for at youths, connects you to her characters. You relate to them. You fall in with, and become truly invested in their story. I became invested in Dylan and Aubrey. I fell for Dylan right away. He's a self proclaimed a--hole, but when you think about it, he was always honest with his intentions and you can't fault him for that. (I HAVE A WEAKNESS FOR GUYS LIKE DYLAN, FACTUAL AND FICTIONAL... LOL!)
Until Aubrey... I took a liking to her the moment she gave Dylan that death stare besides her locker. She could see right thru him, and I loved that she challenged him. But what I loved more, is that not only did he accept her challenge, he surpassed her expectations! (NO SPOILER ZONE... GO ONE CLICK AND YOU'LL SEE WHAT I MEAN) I loved Aubrey, with looks of the quintessential bombshell, but very sweet, reserved, and broken. So very broken. Anyway, I know you've heard that Undo Me is one of those ugly cry books, and YOU'VE HEARD RIGHT. This damn book needs to come with a box of Kleenex and hard drink to calm your nerves. It seems like Dylan and Aubrey could not catch a break. Prepared to be just as undone as these characters. REMEMBER SHE'S MADE YOU LOVE THEM. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO CRY FOR THEM!
This book is filled with love, loss, tragedy, LOVE, and more LOVE. And I loved EVERY. SINGLE. WORD! YOU WILL TOO!
M. Robinson loves to read. She
favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of
course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.
She was born in New Jersey
but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology,
with two years left.
She is married to an amazing
man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby
cat.
