Title: Sweet Hope
Author: Tillie Cole
Source: ARC Provided for honest review
Release Date: March 29, 2015
Synopsis
My name is Ally Prince and I've always been unlucky in love. I don’t know why, I just always… have.
When all of my best friends were falling for their soul mates in College, I was left behind. I was Ally, the pretty cousin of superstar quarterback, Romeo Prince. I was Ally, the best friend to the most amazing group of girls I've ever known—a title I loved, but one I became tired of 'just' being. And I was Ally, the one on which they could all rely.
But to me, I was Ally, the girl with the heart no one had claimed... And I was, Ally, the girl, who underneath it all, was heart-breakingly lonely
I LOVE love; the thought of it, the nervous excitement of falling for Mr. Right, the desire of someone becoming my entire world... of me becoming theirs. I’ve always wanted passion, heart-stopping, epic, life-changing romance... I’ve always wanted the fairytale… I’ve always wanted it all.
It just never seemed like I would get it.
For the past few years I've thrown myself into my career as a museum curator. I’m the best of the best, the person every museum wants to hire, so when an opportunity came up to move to Seattle, I jumped at the chance. My cousin and my best friend lived in Seattle and I needed a change.
I needed a new beginning.
I wasn't expecting to meet anyone in the Emerald City. I wasn't expecting to work closely with the reclusive new sculptor my all-important gallery design was centered around. And I certainly wasn't expecting to fall for him... heart-stopping, epic, life-changing love...
My real life fairytale come true.
My real life fairytale come true.
But, like in every fairytale, there’s a villain, a dark and tortured soul... I just didn't know that the villain and the hero in my story would end up being one and the same.
My Review:
Tillie Cole writes stories that consume your soul. She makes you fall so deeply in love with the world she has created that you are left feeling emotionally FUCKED at the end.
I love Elpi. I love him so fucking much. I want him to be real so I can save him and comfort him and make all his pain go away. I want to cuddle him and tell him to be brave, that life will be better because he has me.
Her writing is flawless, her character development is far out of this world, you question if she is even human. NO ONE SHOULD BE ABLE TO NAIL A BOOK LIKE THIS.
I am book broken and I FUCKING love it. I never want to be fixed. I never want the pieces of my heart to be fixed. Elpi and Ally will forever own those pieces.
Here is why Tillie Cole is a top author for me. She can write such different type of books and she fucking nails them. She writes stories exactly how they NEED to be written. She is real and her stories are real and she makes magic. She is a book magician and I will for ever be her biggest fan.
oh yea. See those amazing teasers? My girl Thessa at Sweet Spot Book Blog made those. SHE IS THE SHIT. I know.
Excerpt:
Elpi sat up on the bed, the sheet riding
low on his hips as he lit up a cigarette and held it between his lips, looking
like a darker, more disturbed version of James Dean.
He was living, breathing poetry. Not love
poetry, but the poetry which tears out your heart, rips it to shreds, pushes it
back into your chest, and makes you question what the hell just obliterated
your soul?
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him as I pulled
up my dress over my breasts, his man bun seductively awry, his ripped
tattoo-covered abs tensing as his arm moved up and down to hold his cigarette
as he inhaled. When he blew out the
smoke, small lines etched round his eyes; the severe effect screamed danger.
I was completely infatuated with this man.
Elpidio caught me staring as he scratched
his nails over the skin on his broad chest. His eyes lit with blatant desire,
and he flicked his chin. “Get the fuck outta here or you won’t be going nowhere.”
Exhaling a shuddering breath at his curt
demand, I strode to the bed, where Elpi balanced the cigarette on his full
bottom lip—an action that was beginning to destroy me at how damn sexy it was.
When I stopped a foot away, Elpi reached
out his hand to grip my hips, then jerked me closer until I lay sprawled over
his body. Releasing one of his hands, he moved his cigarette from his mouth and
blew out the smoke, the thick cloud billowing past my face, the rich tobacco
scent mixed with his natural musk eliciting a groan from the back of my throat.
“You’re fucking coming back tonight,”
he growled, making
sure I knew to obey his command.
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