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248 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 24, 2020



“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted someone in my entire fucking life.”


“Pike and I aren’t at war. We never were. We are what’s left over after the battle’s already been lost on both sides. We’re not soldiers. We’re carnage.”Told in multiple POV, Pike contains all of the elements that I adore in a read. With gritty characters, a complex plot, and raw (and yet likable) characters, T.M. Frazier never fails to amaze me with her master storytelling skills. Every single time I dive into one of her books, I escape to a world in which I never want to leave. Pike is another stand out character who has overcome much in order to become the man he is and yet, Mikey offers enough softness to draw him in. The two could not be more opposite, and yet, together they simply make sense. The supporting characters offer plenty of humor and intensity as the plot begins to unfold.
“We’re not enemies. We’re victims of circumstance, caught up in what we think we should be doing while consumed by what we want to be doing to each other.”Overall, PIKE is an absolute must-read for contemporary romance fans who enjoy a gritty hero and a quirky heroine. Preppy and King fans will be happy to be back with the gang again. As always, T.M. has left me dying for more. With the stakes, this high, Pike and Mikey are sure to have one epic fight on the horizon. I for one am ready and waiting for more!









When it comes to this girl, my instincts are at war. One tells me to punish. The other to protect. Only one can win.
Pike and I aren’t at war. We never were. We are what’s left over after the battle’s already been lost on both sides. We’re not soldiers. We’re carnage.

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“Do your worst."


When it comes to this girl, my instincts are at war.
One tells me to punish.
The other to protect.
Only one can win.
“What I hate about you most…” his eyes meet mine. “Is that I don’t hate you at all.” Pike brushes a hair from my face. “You belong to me,” he says, as if it’s a fact I should already know. His gaze is heated and determined. His bare chest rising and falling with each angry breath. “You have since that first night.”





