SWEET FALL SYNOPSIS!!!

Hey guys!

The months are counting down the Sweet Fall release date (August 26th!). I will have the cover reveal to you at the end of June, and right now, I am sooo excited to share with you the official blurb/synopsis for the third novel in the Sweet Home Series.

This novel has turned out to be so much more than I ever expected—dark, gritty, and a complete emotional roller coaster (some of it from my own experience). You will see more of your favourite characters from Sweet Home/Rome (yes, Rome and Molly!), and you’ll most certainly fall hopelessly in love with UA’s two most troubled characters, Lexi and Austin. Sweet Fall, however, can also be read as a stand-alone novel.

So, with out further ado, the synopsis for Sweet Fall…

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From the USA Today Best Selling Sweet Home Series, comes Sweet Fall; a tale of heartache, beating the odds and finding strength in the most unlikeliest of places.

We all have secrets.

Secrets well buried.

Until we find the one soul who makes the burden of such secrets just that little bit easier to bear.

Lexington “Lexi” Hart is a senior at the University of Alabama. Surrounded by her best friends, her loving family and having fulfilled her life-long dream of making the Crimson Tide cheer squad, everything is going exactly as she always dreamed it would. But beneath her happy exterior, demons lurk, threatening to jeopardize everything Lexi has worked to achieve. When events in her life become too much to cope with, Lexi finds herself spiraling down into the realm of her biggest fear. Lexi falls hard, victim once again to the only thing that can destroy her and, on the way, she falls straight into the dangerous tattooed arms of a guy from the wrong side of the tracks.

Austin Carillo, starting Wide Receiver for the Alabama Crimson Tide, must get picked in this year’s NFL draft. He needs it. His brothers need it. Most importantly, his mother desperately needs it. Brought up in a world where the poor are forgotten, the sick are left to fend for themselves and no hero miraculously appears to pull you out of hell, Austin had no choice but to make a living on the wrong side of the law—until football offered Austin the break to get his life back on track. But when a family tragedy drags him back into the clutches of the gang he believed he had left far behind, Austin finds himself falling. Falling back into criminal ways and falling deep into a suffocating darkness. Until a troubled yet kindred spirit stumbles across his path, where Austin quickly finds he is falling for a young woman, a young woman who might just have the power to save him from his worst enemy: himself.

Can two troubled souls find a lasting peace together? Or will they finally succumb to the demons threatening to destroy them?

New Adult/Contemporary Romance novel—contains adult content, sexual situations and mature topics. Suited for ages 18 and up.

Can be read as a stand-alone novel.

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I hope you’re all as excited for this novel as me!

As always, teasers will come closer to the release date, and the cover will be out soon… it’s solo beautiful.

Much Love, Folks!

Tills x

THE HADES HANGMEN SERIES!!!

Hey all!!!

Okay, let me start off by saying that I have been blown away by the success of IT AIN’T ME, BABE. I wasn’t sure if people would like my little pursuit into the world of Dark Romance, but thank the Lord you did!!!

Now, as much as everyone loved Styx and Mae, several other characters sparked the interest of you lovely readers and you pretty much began campaigning for more… for a series. Seriously campaigning!

I always had a loose plan for where the series could go (after all, the witness testimonies of ex-members and current members of NRM’s I have collected over the years, are vast), both with the Hades Hangmen and The Order. But I wanted to be sure I could do the characters and the issues that would need to be covered, justice. This topic means so much to me, and I didn’t just want to rush something out for the sake of quick sales. I respect my readers—you guys deserve a quality book, and I respect the sensitive subject matters involved too much to do that. I want my novels to mean something to my readers, for you to get lost in the pages, to inform, to teach and mostly, to move people emotionally.

Well guys, after all your persistence, messages/posts/tweets of support, your endless pimping of IAMB and your relentless campaigning, I am happy to announce that the Hades Hangmen WILL be made into a series!!!

*cue fireworks and yelps of glee*

The next novel in the Hades Hangmen world will be released later this year. At the moment I have three more books in mind for our luscious men in leather (so four in total), but that is not set in stone… there could be more! Who knows? Maybe more characters will crop up and make us fall in love with them too! ;)

So without further ado, the reading order for the Hades Hangmen Series:

IT AIN’T ME, BABE (Hades Hangmen #1) — Story of Styx and Mae. Available Now!

HEART RECAPTURED (Hades Hangmen #2) — Story of Ky and Lilah. Fall/Winter 2014

SOULS UNFRACTURED (Hades Hangmen #3) — Story of Flame and Maddie. Early 2015

DEEP REDEMPTION (Hades Hangmen #4) — Story of Rider. 2015

I am literally bouncing up and down on my seat right now. I am so excited to write these books and take us deeper into the lives of the HH MC and the twisted secret world of The Order.

One thing is for sure guys, it’ll be one hell of a ride!!!

I hope this has made you happy! After all, it is because of YOU that this is happening, so I think this calls for an early TGIF drink of celebration for us all!!!

So hold up your drinks for a toast, and in the words of the heart-stoppingly handsome, Ky (*cough*, Travis Fimmel), “Live Free, Ride Free, Die Free!”

Much Love, my Hot Coles!

Tills xx

 

 

TEASER #3

Okay, folks!

Here we go, the final teaser before IT AIN’T ME, BABE releases on Monday!!!

*Cue screams of excitement*

I cannot wait for you guys to read it. Once again, I want to stress that this novel is a DARK ROMANCE and contains taboo subjects. It is NOT Sweet Home/Rome, but in my opinion, it is still pretty awesome!

Please enjoy the teaser below:

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As I pushed off the wall, I noticed a red pool on the asphalt beneath my feet. Blood lay below Lois. Red streaks were dashed all over the inside of her thighs.

Lois caught my hard stare and, frowning, she glanced down to her knees. “What…? Shit! Is that blood on my legs?” She jumped up and tried to wipe the red liquid from her skin. “Where the hell’s it coming from?”

I tracked the blood with my eyes and noticed a thin, fresh stream coming from around the back of the dumpster.

“Jesus! Is there a dead body out here again?” Lois said, trying to cover herself with her arms. Bitch was too soft for this kinda shit.

Without paying her any attention, I rolled the blue dumpster to the side, revealing the source. A bitch’s body—young, black hair mangled around her face. Slim body covered in mud, her white dress ripped and sopping with blood.

I searched for the wound… Her leg.

A huge, gaping gash, deep enough that her muscle was exposed, some pitted fuckin’ rag attempting to stop the flow.

It weren’t working for shit.

Checking her pulse, not able to find even a lick of movement, I could only surmise one thing: bitch had croaked.

I turned to Lois, who was hovering behind.

“Is she dead?” she asked.

Go get Ky, Pit and Rider, I signed.

Lois ran for the door, hand over her mouth.

Moving forward, I pushed the stiff’s hair from her face and immediately let out a long breath.

Christ.

She looked like she used to be a fuckin’ stunner under all the mud and shit—creamy skin against that long black hair, big pink lips, killer frame. Damn shame she’d gone to the boatman, she’d have been one hot fuckin’ bitch.

Reaching into my pocket, I laid two dimes on her eyes. Poor bitch needed to pay up to go to a better life.

I put one arm behind her back, one behind her legs, and lifted. She weighed almost nothing. She was fuckin’ tiny.

Ky, Pit and Rider burst outta the doors behind me. My VP rolled his eyes and groaned as he pulled up his zipper—brother must’ve been busy.

“Not another one of ’em! I know. I’ll kill a bitch and dump the stiff on the Hangmen. Cocksuckers. Fuckin’ had to tear myself from underneath the licking twins for this shit!”

I tipped my chin at Pit, the prospect moved forward and I dumped the bitch in his arms. Get the van. You’re gonna dump the stiff. Usual place. Make sure the coins stay on, I signed. Ky translated, still pissed he’d been dragged away from his sluts.

And then I fuckin’ froze—lungs stopped, eyes bugged, heart jumped—froze. The bitch in Pit’s arms flinched and moaned, dimes slipping off her face to clatter on the ground.

“She ain’t dead!” Pit blurted. As usual, statin’ the fuckin’ obvious.

“Shit! We gonna dump her? Or we keeping her here? The Feds are watching us, Styx. Viking said we got two agents stationed undercover half a mile away. The good ol’ senator’s still on our backs. It’ll be risky to carry some bloodied bitch outta here without being pulled and questioned. Ain’t got those fuckers on the payroll.” Ky slapped my back and pointed to the bitch. “Could be a message from someone, or she could’a been planted to put us in shit with the law.”

I heard what Ky was saying, but I couldn’t stop glancing at the bitch’s pale face. She looked familiar somehow, but I couldn’t place from where.

Shaking my head, I looked to my best friend. Yeah. No getting out tonight. Bitch is gonna have to stay. Fuck! Just what we need.

I looked over to Rider, who was standing silently behind Ky. Brother had almost as much to say as me. Rider was ex-marine and fully trained as a medic. Saw some shit he couldn’t deal with in Afghanistan and left. Fortunately for us, all the brother wanted to do when he got off service was ride and serve this club. Rider could stitch something fierce and even operate if need be. Saved our outlaw asses more times than I could count.

I indicated for him to take possession of the half-dead stiff. He would see what’s up and either be able to fix the bitch or not. Hell, it’s not like death was a stranger around these parts. Sent more brothers to Hades this past year than are still standing in this club, fuckin’ war. Death’s a cycle. Sooner or later we all gotta meet the boatman, pay up for the fucked-up shit we’d done in this life.

Rider reached for the bitch, when suddenly, she jerked in Pit’s arms, her eyes springing open, fixing right on mine, pure fear bursting through for less than a second before shuttering down again.

Fuck me. Those eyes. Even through all the blood, mud, and shit on her face, those eyes fuckin’ shone—ice-blue, like a goddamn wolf’s. Only seen one pair of eyes like that before…

I couldn’t help but think of that fuckin’ young bitch from behind the fence fifteen years ago. She was one of the only folks I ever spoke to in my life. Hell, I’d spoken to her. That howled fuckin’ volumes. She was number three. Ain’t talked to none since.

A long, pained groan slipped from her mouth, causing me to refocus.

Shit.

Ky moved to pull her from Pit’s arms. “Give her to me. Gonna dump her in your room, Rider, then get back to licking Tiff’s and Jules’s pussies. Fuckin’ bitch ain’t cockblockin’ me no more tonight.”

I watched as Ky touched her skin and all I could see was that young bitch behind the fence. Fuck! What if it was her? Nah, impossible. Load’sa bitches have those eyes. Right?

Right?

Thinking I’d pulled my shit together, I relaxed. But when Ky took her in his arms, I fuckin’ lunged for him and grabbed his arm in my hand, dropping it only to sign, Back the fuck off. Give her to me.

My VP stepped back, his eyebrows bunched, trying to read my mood. “What the fuck?” he said out loud. The other brothers frowned in confusion. Lois’s red-lipped mouth dropped open.

Shaking my head, I signed, Back off. Give her to me. NOW.

Ky looking confused as all hell, put her in my arms, and raising up his hands, backed away. Pit gaped at me like goddamned fish.

“What the hell, man? I’m back, I’m back. Okay. Calm the fuck down!”

I cradled the bitch to my chest, some possessive voodoo shit taking over my mind, body… my fuckin’ soul.

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So there you have it, guys!

2 DAYS TO GO!!!!

#ItAintMeBabe

Tills xx

IT AIN’T ME, BABE — TEASER #2

Hey folks!

Not long how until It Ain’t Me, Babe releases!

ONE WEEK… ARGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Until then, please enjoy teaser #2!

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A long sleeveless flowing gown of white stared at me as I huddled against the cold wall on the floor of my room with my legs pulled firmly to my chest.

A gown. A white marital gown mocking me, teasing me, telling me by sundown today I would be married. The seventh wife of Prophet David. The wife revealed to him by God. I would be the one to bring eternal blessings to all in The Order—his chosen people. I would help redeem the status of the Cursed, absolve us of our sins.

Leaning my head against the gray brick wall of my quarters, I closed my eyes, imagining what it would be like to be free. What was life like outside of the great fence? Were people truly evil out there? Did everyone on Earth want to inflict harm on us? Did men really just want to possess and ruin women?

I did not know. Sometimes I doubted Prophet David’s teachings, but I would never say that out loud. No one questioned the teachings—at least those who wanted to avoid punishment. I knew nothing of life beyond these walls, and after tonight, my duty would be as head wife. I would never be able to leave.

Rubbing my shaking hands down my face, my stomach flipped. I just could not do it. And worse, I had no idea where my oldest sister was. My blood sister, Bella, who disappeared weeks ago—no sign, no contact, simply vanished. No one would tell me where she had gone. After too many days of silence, I had begun to fear the worst. Brother Gabriel knew something. The way he looked at me, smirking, almost gloating, gave it away. He had grown obsessed with Bella over the years, but she never returned the sentiment. You could see in his eyes that he wanted her to pay for her indifference toward him.

A sharp knock interrupted my wayward thoughts. Sister Eve walked into my room, clutching a garland of fresh white flowers in her wizened hand. She spotted me on the floor and stomped in my direction.

“Get up, you insolent child. Why are you not in deep prayer? Do you realize the significance of this night, of your marriage; the significance to us all?”

I was jerked off the floor as her hand gripped my upper arm and pulled me to a standing position. Sister Eve, one of the twelve Originals and the woman I both feared and disliked most, was here to aid me in my preparations. The feeling of dislike was mutual. The envious jealousy seeping from her large, aging body was so intense it thickened the humid air around us.

I was one of the four Cursed. One of four females classed as too tempting to men. One of four who were segregated from the rest of the commune, as it is believed the devil had a hand in our creation. The four consisted of my blood sisters Bella and Maddie, our friend Lilah, and me.

“Sister Salome! You best pull yourself together and get dressed.” Sister Eve wrenched me closer to whisper in my ear, “You are not worthy of Prophet David in my eyes, but God chose you as the seventh wife and I cannot doubt the revelation.”

I bowed my head. Sister Eve was a superior and I did not want to face the punishment of disobedience. Lashes, lots and lots of lashes.

“Yes, Sister, I understand. I will begin to dress immediately.”

She walked to the table and laid down the floral head garment, fragrant vanilla oil, and white ceremonial sandals. She held the edge of the table for a few seconds before facing me, lips tight, hesitation in her stance.

“You will need to take special care this evening in your consummation.”

I swallowed back the bile rising in my throat. Prophet David had a disease. Puss leaked from huge, gaping sores all over his skin and I had been instructed on how to care for him, but the duty made me feel sick at the thought.

“Prophet David, due to his ailments, finds it difficult to become… aroused sexually. You will need to take great care in preparing him for your joining this eve. Your union will change the fate of us all and must be sealed under God’s eyes. You must fall pregnant to complete the prophecy.”

My legs wobbled as I thought of what I must do. Prophet David was in his seventies, very overweight, and apparently smelled… badly. When I was thirteen, he declared I would be his wife when I reached the age of twenty-three—the Lord revealed it to him whilst he was in exile out of the The Order. My fate was sealed from that day forth.

Sister Eve took my chin in her hands. “You understand, Salome?”

I bowed. “Yes, Sister.”

She nodded curtly. “I must go to the altar. I shall return within the hour to bring you to your wedding. Be ready.”

With that she exited my room.

Sinking to the floor once more, I resumed my staring at the long white gown. Trepidation swelled in my stomach as I thought of the task I must endure. I had no idea why I was deemed worthy, but then I would not wish this duty on anyone else.

I dressed quickly in my gown after pouring anointing vanilla oil on my naked skin. Letting my long hair down from my wrap, I placed my flower garland upon my head and crept to the door, searching for a disciple guard. The hallway was deserted, so I quietly ran along the corridor and out into the courtyard. The entire house was empty and silent and I needed to breathe fresh air.

“Salome!” A loud whisper sounded from the west side of the building. Turning my head in search, I spotted Delilah. Picking up the bottom of my gown, I ran forward, ushering her behind the tall brick wall, out of sight.

“What are you doing here? You will be punished if you are found!” Checking over my shoulder, I failed to immediately notice Lilah’s red eyes and flushed skin.

“Mae…” Lilah whispered, softer this time, her quiet tone sending chills down my spine.

“What? What is it?”

Reaching out, Lilah’s hand encased mine and squeezed. I knew in an instant what was wrong.

Bella.

“What has happened to her?” I asked quietly.

“She… she… Maddie and I just found out where she is being kept…”

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That’s all for now! More this week!

Tills x

It Ain’t Me, Babe — Teaser 1!!!

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Hey all!

 

Okay, it’s time for the teasers to begin!

 

It Ain’t Me, Babe (IAMB) releases in just TWO WEEKS!!!! *cue screams of excitement*

To celebrate, please find below the first of many teasers coming your way. I am BEYOND excited for this release. IAMB is dark, gritty, taboo in parts and a rip-roarer of a tale.

The first teaser is taken from the prologue. Two children meet and it forever changes their lives…

 

So without further ado… I am happy to present, teaser one…

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“You stay here, River. Got it?”

Turning up the air-conditioner in the truck, I nodded and signed, Got it.

Slamming the driver’s side door, my pop and the prospect headed off into the woods, the first body bag of the four dead Mexicans being carried by them.

Waiting until they were all out of sight I jumped out of the truck, my feet making a crunching sound as they hit the dried grass.

Tipping my head back, I breathed deep. I loved being outdoors, loved being on the back of my pop’s bike, loved being anywhere away from people expecting me to talk.

Making my way toward the bed of the truck, I snapped a long spindly branch off a nearby cedar and began whacking the reeds around me just for something to do. Sending stiffs to the boatman could take hours—digging, lime, and cover-up—so I made my way toward the trees and set to searching for snakes in the high grass.

I don’t know how long I walked, but when I lifted my eyes, I found myself deep in the forest, the air around me completely still and me completely lost.

Shit. Pop’s instructions were as clear as day. Stay here, River. Got it? Hell, he was gonna kill me if he had to come looking. The rules for dumping stiffs were simple: dig, dump, dodge.

Searching around me, I spotted a rise and headed for higher ground. I intended to work my way back to the truck before my pop turned up and got pissed.

Using the trunks of the trees to hold on to, I climbed the steep hill and, when I reached the top, began dusting the dried mud and bark scum from my jeans. When they were sorta clean, I scanned the horizon and frowned. About two hundred yards ahead was the biggest goddamn fence. My mouth dropped at its size; it was higher and wider than anything I’d ever seen before. It reminded me of prison, with curls of razor wire wrapped ‘round the top wall. I looked all ‘round me, but there were no signs of life, nothing to be seen behind the fence but more forest. I wondered what it was. We were deep in the boonies, miles and miles from the outskirts of Austin, miles and miles from anywhere. Folks don’t really come this far outta town… they know better. My pop said only bad things happen ‘round these parts: death, disappearances, violence and other unexplainable things. It’d been that way for years; that’s why my pop chose it as a drop site.

Now completely distracted from finding a route back to the truck, I began wading through tall grasses toward the edge of the fence. Curious excitement buzzed through me. I loved to go exploring, but then I jumped out of my skin when, suddenly, something behind the fence caught my eye.

Someone was there.

I froze, focusing my eyes on the outline of a tiny slim person, the small frame of a young chick dressed in a long gray dress, her hair pulled back in a funny style at the back of her head.

She looked ‘bout my age. Maybe a couple ‘a years younger?

Heart beating fast in my chest, I crept toward the chick, her tiny, frail-looking body drowning in the dark material of her dress as she curled herself in between the roots of a large tree. Her shoulders were shaking as she cried, her body shuddering with sobs, but not making a sound.

Dropping to my knees, I threaded my fingers through the links of the fence and stared. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t—couldn’t—speak to anyone but Kyler and Pop. Even then it weren’t often.

I closed my eyes, concentrating on trying to loosen up my throat, fighting to free the words that never wanted to come. A battle I always tried to fight but one I rarely won.

Dropping my mouth, I set to relaxing my face muscles when the tiny chick froze on the spot and her eyes locked on mine. I stumbled back, my fingers slipping back through the fence. She had huge, blue eyes rimmed with red marks. Her small hand moved to her face to wipe at her wet cheeks; her bottom lip quivered and her chest heaved hard.

From my new position, I could see her hair was as black as coal and her skin so pale. I’d never seen no one like her before. Then again, I didn’t know many kids my own age; no one did in club life. There was Kyler, of course, but he was my best friend, my club brother.

Suddenly, the chick panicked; her face blanched, she shot to her feet, and her head turned back toward the forest. I scrambled to the fence again at her movement, the metal screeching at the contact. The chick froze and looked back, gripping a branch as she watched me.

Who are you? I signed real fast.

The girl swallowed nervously and tilted her head. Cautiously, she edged forward in silence, curiosity etched on her tiny face. She was staring at my hands, watching me sign, her dark eyebrows pulled down real low.

The closer she got, the more my breath came short and I felt warm all over. Her jet-black hair was tied in a tight knot at the back of her head, covered by a weird white cloth. I’d never seen anyone dressed like her before. She looked so strange.

When she stopped ‘bout two yards away, I sucked in a breath, squeezed my stomach muscles tight, and signed again. Who are you?

She didn’t speak, just stared at me blankly. Goddamn it! She didn’t understand ASL. Not many folks did. I could hear just fine, but I didn’t speak. Ky and Pop were the only folks who could translate for me, and right now I was on my own.

Sucking in another deep breath, I swallowed and tried really hard to work loose my throat. Closing my eyes, I thought through what I wanted to ask and, holding a slow, controlled exhale, I tried my damnedest to talk.

“Wh-wh-who a-are y-y-you?”

As I fell back in shock, my eyes widened. I’d never been able to do that before, speak to a total stranger. My hands fidgeted in excitement. I could talk to this chick! I could talk that made her number three.

Driven by curiosity, the chick moved closer still. Only a few feet away, she slowly knelt on the forest floor, her head cocked to one side, just staring at me with a funny expression on her face.

Her big blue eyes never once moved away from me. I watched her slowly scan me from head to toe and then back again. I thought about what she must be seeing: my dark, messy hair, black T-shirt and jeans, heavy black boots, and leather cuffs on my wrists showing the Hangmen patch.

As her eyes met mine once more, her lips seemed to curve upward slightly into a small kinda smile. I crooked my finger in her direction, urging her to come closer.

She quickly turned, searching all ‘round her. Seeing we were alone, she stood up—slowly, as before—and she inched forward toward me, the bottom of her long dress dirtying on a patch of muddy ground.

Now, as she stood before me, I couldn’t help but notice again how tiny she looked. I was tall, so she had to tilt her neck back to look up at me. As I pressed into the fence, my stomach churned. She looked so tired and her blue eyes winced in the corners as she shuffled toward me, like she was in pain.

Noticing she was uncomfortable, I pointed to the forest floor, indicating we should sit. She nodded her head, lowered her eyes and slowly, painfully, dropped to her knees.

She didn’t make a sound. Hoping for another miracle, I inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. “Wh-what i-is this p-p-p-place? D-d-do you… l-l-live h-here?” I stuttered, occasionally pausing and thinking through my words as I struggled to push them out. A wave of excitement washed through my stomach… I was talking… again!

Her eyes focused on my mouth, but she still kept quiet. Her black eyebrows were pulled tight and her pink lips were pursed in concentration. I knew she was wondering why I talked funny; everyone always did. She would be wondering why I stuttered. I didn’t know. I just always had. Gave up trying to fix it years ago. I talked with my hands now. Didn’t like being laughed at for having a stammer… but she wasn’t laughing at me… not even a little bit. She just looked, well, confused.

As I glanced down in embarrassment, I noticed her hands were right next to her side of the fence, only inches from mine. Without thinking, I reached through and ran my finger across her knuckles. I just wanted to touch her, make sure she was real. Her skin looked so soft.

With a gasp, she snapped her hand back as if my touch were fire and she cradled it next to her chest.

“I-I-I w-won’t h-hurt y-you,” I croaked as quickly as I could force out, worried about the terror on her face… a face that was the same shape as a heart. I didn’t want her to be scared of me. My pop told me that folks needed to fear me, had to distrust me so I’d be safe. Most folks in my world, I knew, would see my signing as a weakness, so my pop told me I had to toughen up and use my fists instead of words. Now folks just thought I was dangerous. Like Ky said, I was born to be feared: the Hangmen Mute.

But right now I wished more than anything that I could trade all that in just to know how to talk right. I didn’t want her to be afraid of me. Not the chick with the blue eyes—blue eyes the color of a wolf’s.

Sitting back in a trance, her wolf eyes drew me in. She looked like a ghost—no, a goddess—like the paintings on the wall at compound. Like the goddess Persephone, wife of Hades, the underworld God the Hangmen wore on their patch.

With a flicker of movement, the chick brought her shaking hand forward to the fence; the ice-blue and white flecks in her irises never broke my gaze, the whites bright as she stared at me.

I stayed completely still. The girl was like a frightened rabbit and I didn’t want to spook her. I’d never seen no one like her, my hands were getting damp and my heart was beating real fast.

Nervously, she ran a fingertip along my hand, a pink blush bursting on her cheeks. I fought to breathe, the too-fast thumping of my heart making me lose focus.

Bending my index finger, I hooked it softly ‘round hers and pressed my forehead against the hard mesh wire.

The girl pursed her slightly parted pink lips and wiggled the tip of her nose. I stopped breathing… She was beautiful.

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That’s all for now folks!!!!

 

Tills xx

UPCOMING RELEASES #1

Hey all!

Okay. I have lots going on this year, but the most exciting is all the new novels I have in the works.

I will be working on putting together all the blurbs over the next few weeks. As soon as they are done, they will be posted and added to my website and Goodreads.

So, here’s the first of my many 2014 releases, Thoroughly Whipped.

 

Amazon and USA Today Best Selling Author, Tillie Cole, brings you her new novel, Thoroughly Whipped. A laugh-out-loud, witty story of one—kick ass—woman’s quest into the sexual unknown.

We need an angle to hook in more readers, Faith. When we do, you can write about whatever you want! You have my word.

The sentence I’d wanted to hear for so long just came out of my Editor’s mouth.

And that’s when it all went wrong…

You want something to hook in the readers; BDSM. You can’t pick up a book these days without some rich alpha dude spanking the shit out of his sub girlfriend who gushes liters at his every command, even though, “it’s not what she’s into at all—but OMG!—she just sprung a leak and rusted the spreader bar!” We already live in Seattle—land of the Thoroughly Whipped! So, get your dildos to attention and leap on the flogging band-wagon! You want more readers, this’ll pull them in in droves!”

I should have kept my big—Jersey—mouth firmly shut.

As I lay here, trussed up in my all-too-tight hog-tie and cuff set, a ball gag snug between my teeth, I mentally spanked my own ass in contrition.

A Harvard degree in Journalism.

Graduated top of my class.

And currently submissive to the biggest prick on Earth.

Quade Sinclair circled my prezel-shaped body, blue-eyes smoldering, deep dimples popping and his bare, hard abs twitching in anticipation.

I hate the English bastard, I really, really do. He’s a pompous, sarcastic asshole. But, Lord help me, I can’t stop coming back for more. His built, cut body and thick dark hair sets all my juices flowing, and the worst part of it is, the sexy bastard knows it too…

WARNING: This novel can induce hours of panty-wetting, excessive lip smacking, gales of laughter and the urge to crack your ass with a double-sided whipper!

Erotic Adult Contemporary Romance. Suitable only for age 18 and up*

Released Summer 2014

 

Stay tuned for more, guys!

 

Tills x

IT AIN’T ME, BABE — SYNOPSIS

Hey Guys!

Okay, I have commissioned the cover for It Ain’t Me, Babe—woohoo!!!

Now just to clear up a few misconceptions about this novel.  When I wrote Sweet Home, I never for a moment expected the success that it has had.  I am beyond speechless with the love people have for Molly, Romeo and the gang and cannot wait to bring you the rest of the series.

I am working on Sweet Fall, the third instalment of the Sweet Home series, with Sweet Rome coming out in just a couple of weeks.

Many readers have been on either my Goodreads page or my social media and naturally had the question: What is ‘It Ain’t Me, Babe?’

IAMB, is a novel I began writing last year, just after Sweet Home (in fact, whilst SH was at the editor).  As I’m the majority of the way through it, I’m busy putting together the final few chapters and hope to get this out to you by April (maybe even before).

I ADORE this book.  It is a novel that has completely sucked me in and had me writing until the wee hours of the morning, sacrificing my social life and sleep as I didn’t want to stop putting the story to the page!

It Ain’t Me, Babe, is a stand alone novel (but with possible routes for either A) a sequel, or B) another character’s story).  However, right now it is a stand alone.

I have finally put the synopsis together. So please, without further a do, It Ain’t Me, babe…

 

A chance encounter.

 A meeting that should never have happened.

 Many years ago, two children from completely different worlds forged a connection, a fateful connection, an unbreakable bond that would change their lives forever…

Salome Blake knows only one way to live—under Messiah David’s rule.  In the commune she calls home, Salome knows nothing of life beyond her strict faith, nor of life beyond the Fence—the fence that cages her, keeps her trapped in an endless cycle of misery.  A life she believes she is destined to always lead, until a horrific event sets her free.

 Fleeing the absolute safety of all she has ever known, Salome is thrust into the world outside, a frightening world full of uncertainty and sin; into the protective arms of a person she believed she would never see again.

 River ‘Styx’ Jackson knows one thing for certain in life—he was born and bred to wear a cut.  Raised in a turbulent world of sex, Harleys, and drugs, Styx, unexpectedly has the heavy burden of the Hades Hangmen gavel thrust upon him, and all at the ripe old age of twenty-six—much to his rivals’ delight.

 Haunted by a crushing speech impediment, Styx quickly learns to deal with his haters. Powerful fists, an iron jaw and the skilful use of his treasured German blade has earned him a fearsome reputation as a man not to be messed with in the shadowy world of outlaw MC’s.  A reputation that successfully keeps most people far, far away.

 Styx has one rule in life—never let anyone get too close; not a chick, not even a fellow brother.  It’s a plan that he has stuck to for years, that is, until a young woman is found injured on his lot… a woman who looks uncannily familiar, a woman who clearly does not belong in his world, yet a woman he feels reluctant to let go…

New Adult Novel. Contains highly sexual situations, violence and mature topics.  Recommended for age 18 years and up*

 

Add it on Goodreads, guys, and stay tuned for the upcoming cover reveal and any other updates.

Tills :)

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