Welcome to my stop in the Sweet Rome by Tillie Cole Blog Tour!
Title: Sweet Rome
Author: Tillie Cole
Series: Sweet Home #2
Publication Date: January 20, 2014 (Self-Published)
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Synopsis:You met Romeo Prince in the Amazon & USA Today bestselling novel, Sweet Home. Now hear the story from his lips: unbarred, uncensored and raw to the bone.
It makes me laugh when I hear that folk think Mol and I rushed into it too fast, spouting that we couldn't possibly have felt what we did for each other in such a short space of time. I say, how the hell would they know? We made it, didn't we? She became my whole life, didn't she? And as for my folks not being real, being true? Tell that to me aged ten, eleven, twelve — damn, all my bastard life — when I was never enough, when I was beaten until I bled for being too good at football and not being everything they'd dreamed: the perfectly dutiful son. Tell that to thousands of kids around the world getting wailed on by asshole parents for whatever stupid reason; tell them that evil don't exist in their eyes.
Fuck Romeo and Juliet: this is the story of me and my girl, from my lips. No mushy sentiment, no cheese, just the plain, hard truth, and, because I'm feeling generous, I'm going to let you in on more of our story too.
Sweet Rome is a New Adult Companion Novel to Sweet Home — contains adult content, sexual situations and mature topics. Suited for ages 18 and up.
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Excerpt:Five minutes later and back upstairs, I sighed as I saw Molly was still writing furiously and looking beyond exhausted, a huge stack of notes piled up on her right. My entrance finally broke her from her philosophy zone and she looked up at me in shock.
“We need a break,” I told her sternly.
“How long have we been in here?” she asked with a yawn, stretching her cramped muscles and rubbing at her eyes under her black frames.
“About six hours,” I answered in a reprimanding tone as I handed her a bagel.
“Yep, crap,” I answered with a laugh, her exaggerated accent amusing me to no end. I'd never known a Brit before Molly, and sometimes the things she came out with and the way she pronounced shit was fucking hilarious.
I couldn't take my eyes off her as she sat on her seat, and more importantly, I couldn’t take my eyes off Molly's tongue as it ran along both lips as she stared at her food. I tightened my hand on my coffee death grip, imagining that mouth licking around the tip of my cock. And when she took a sip of her cappuccino, moaning out loud in satisfaction, the bastard lid popped off, the hot liquid scalding on my chest.
"Shit!" I shouted, launching to my feet, pulling the boiling, wet material off my gray shirt.
“You okay?” Molly asked, one eyebrow raised.
"Just… don’t make those kind of noises around me, Mol,” I instructed tightly, moving to adjust my now rock-hard cock in my jeans. Molly's breathing grew labored at my words and her breasts pushed against her dress. I wanted her so damn much, but she wasn't like the other girls. She wasn't just a fuck, didn't give her pussy to anyone wearing a Tide jersey. And more shockingly, I was quickly realizing that I wanted her for more than just one night.
Yeah. Imagine that. My feelings for her were spiraling out of control, confusing the absolute crap out of me.
Taking a seat, we both stared at each other in silence, the tension pulsing once more, until I cracked my knuckles and stretched out my arms, saying, “You must be nearly done now. I’ve never seen anyone work so hard at anything. I have no doubts you’ll make one hell of a professor.”
Losing the flush to her heated cheeks, she shrugged. “I love studying. It keeps me occupied.”
“From thinking about other things.”
“Like?” The desolation that appeared on her face at that question cut me to the core.
“Bad things… upsetting things… things from my past.”
I felt that pain, knew that pain, so I reached out and took her hand that was resting on the table in support, throwing all caution to the wind and confessing, “So studying does for you what you do for me?”
Her hand shook slightly in mine, and she looked anywhere but at me. I pulled on her hand, jerking her closer. “It’s true. You’re doing something to me, Mol.”
About the Author:Tillie Cole is a Northern girl through and through. She originates from a place called Teesside on that little but awesomely sunny (okay I exaggerate) Isle called Great Britain. She was brought up surrounded by her English rose mother -- a farmer's daughter, her crazy Scottish father, a savagely sarcastic sister and a multitude of rescue animals and horses.
Being a scary blend of Scottish and English, Tillie embraces both cultures; her English heritage through her love of HP sauce and freshly made Yorkshire Puddings, and her Scottish which is mostly demonstrated by her frighteningly foul-mouthed episodes of pure rage and her much loved dirty jokes.