Thursday, April 2, 2015

REVIEW & BLOG TOUR: Sweet Hope (Sweet Home #4) by Tillie Cole **GIVEAWAY & 2 EXCERPTS**

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.

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.

New Adult Romance Novel—contains adult content, sexual situations and mature topics. Suited for ages 18+.

6 Emotional final endings stars

This is a spoiler free review but in order to understand this book please read SWEET FALL first

This story effected me so deeply I'm not sure if it's because I have read this series pretty recently but for me this was the perfect ending to an Outstanding, Deep and Beautiful series.

I was excited to find out more about Ally, the striking and beautiful woman we read in the previous stories. When we read her tid bits from the previous books I saw how beautiful she was on the inside (giving the extra mile) as well as on the outside, yet she was lonely and wanted what her friends had. She didn't just want a relationship but she wanted to NEED her man, she wanted something deeper something that was for her and in that this story is about a true love a story that through unlikely sources finds something deeper and something that from the outside people judge yet from the inside is right.

Ally is an art curator, she is there at forefront to work with the artists to make the pieces look right, to make them look how the audience should see them for the beauty they are. She is employed to design the work of sculpture artist Elpido the reclusive who she has followed for years the artist no-one has ever met who knows nothing about, this is her dream job and here she is taking this opportunity with both hands to create something that will make Elpido proud of his work

Elpi is a dark soul and comes to the gallery at night only to see how things are progressing in that Ally bumps into him, and slowly Ally begins to strip Eli of his troubles and try and understand what the pain in his pieces are all about. At night they begin to gain a friendship based on their loneliness.

Ally has watched her cousin (Rome) and best friend (Molly) fall in love and wants that for herself, she never expected to start to fall for a man that has a dark past yet she keeps going back to Elpi because there is just something so very special about him, something unique and different and something That she desperately wants.

Elpi has a darker past full of pain and he has done things that he's not proud of he is a broken man, a sinful man, a man that he thinks Ally should stay away from but again Elpi finds himself craving Ally likewise he has never felt like this before. These are two souls that want and crave each other, two people that find something in each other that nobody else can or has ever given them. Ally is Elpis light and what Elpi doesn't understand is Elpi is the same for Ally you can't help who you fall for. This is such a beautiful story about hope and chances about finding the right person for ourselves its about giving life a chance, giving ourselves a chance to breathe and believe that there is goodness in people who may look on the outside dangerous yet on the inside have hearts of gold. 

This was a character driven story about possibilities, about family friendships and LOVE a different raw kind of love and these slightly darker stories are always worth the read in my opinion I connect to them much deeper but that's just me.

I urge anyone who hasn't started to read this series to start and give it a chance because for me this one of the best NA romances out there. I will forever keep all these characters close to my heart. Thank you Tillie for giving us stories that mean something for giving us something to think about something to cherish for giving us LOVE and for endings and healing I LOVED EVERY DAMN WORD, but most of all thank you for giving us characters that gripped my every core and made me FEEL. 

That is all and thanks for reading my emotional review.

ARC gifted via Have Book Will Read in exchange for an honest review.

As the curtains closed behind me, I jumped in surprise when I caught movement ahead. 

My eyes slowly traveled upward to a pair of legs clad in black jeans, to a sculpted waist and torso covered in a short-sleeved black shirt splashed in what looked like marble dust.

My heart was in my throat as I drank in large arm muscles, sculpted and pronounced under heavily tattooed olive skin. My gaze drifted to a muscular tattooed neck, partially covered by a dark short scruffy beard and shoulder-length dark brown hair.


I had to blink to believe the man I’d wanted to meet for years was really standing right in front of me. I forgot how to breathe. I forgot how to speak, move, or anything else that should come naturally to a human being.

Elpidio’s head was down, avoiding my gaze, but I knew he knew I was there. Every inch of his body was taut, as if ready to spring. 

My voice failed to work as I watched his broad chest rise and fall. Then, with deliberate slowness, he exhaled harshly through his nostrils and lifted his head.

I nearly staggered back. 

He was… dark. There was no other adjective I could think of to do him justice. Dark, aggressively tattooed, and absolutely yet unconventionally… beautiful.

Elpidio was as inspiring to look at as his sculptures, and when his almost-black eyes pierced mine, I released a pent up shuddering breath. 

I thought my legs would give way as I watched those curious onyx irises rove all over my body. I trembled under his scrutiny, knees weak, heart fluttering.

Italian, I thought. Austin had been right. Elpidio definitely looked Italian.

It felt as though minutes passed in silence as we stood motionless, not knowing what to say. 

Trying to salvage a modicum of professionalism, I snapped out of my stupor and stepped forward, timidly holding out my hand. 

“Hello…” I said in a cracking voice. 

Elpidio’s stern gaze never once drifted from mine, his dark eyes stabbing. “I’m Aliyana. You… you must be Elpidio?”

In a second, I witnessed paleness spread on his cheeks and his eyes dropped to the ground, his shoulder-length brown hair falling to cover his face. He was protecting his anonymity. Vin had told me how uncomfortable he was with any acclaim or recognition. His mentor clearly wasn’t lying.

“It’s okay,” I rushed out. “I’m the curator of your exhibition. Your being here stays with me. I’m ethically bound to protect your anonymity if you so wish.”

Elpidio’s shoulders seemed to relax some at that, and sighing reluctantly, he raked back his long hair from his face and raised his head. 

This time I could see him more clearly. He was ruggedly edgy, and on his left cheek, he wore a tattoo of a black crucifix just below his eye. He simply screamed danger. His eyes were unnervingly assessing as though he had no trust in me, or toward anyone else for that matter. 

Suddenly, Elpidio reached forward and encased his hand in mine. When our hands touched, I lightly gasped, the heat of his palm searing. I’d forgotten I’d been holding my hand out to greet him, too entranced by his unrefined looks and silent temperament.

“Aliyana,” he said gruffly. My heart skipped a beat on hearing his husky drawl.

Straightening my shoulders, I forced my feet forward and suppressed my nerves. The closer I got to the end of the hallway, the more I doubted my decision to come here. It was his private space. He most definitely would not want me intruding.

But as I thought to leave, I heard the poetic sound of a chisel chipping away at marble and I stilled. 

I wanted to see him work. To observe an artist at work was a rare privilege. And more than that, I wanted, no, needed to see Elpidio again.

I couldn’t help it. I felt a pull within me that refused to let me turn round and leave.

Rubbing my lips together, I bent to place the box of text board drafts on the ground and crept forward to stand in the door-less doorway… And the sight that greeted me took my breath away.

Elpidio stood in the center of the room, dressed only in a pair of black ripped jeans, his top half bare, every inch of his olive skin covered in what looked like thousands of tattoos. There wasn’t one bit of naked skin showing. I’d never seen anyone so covered in ink in all my life. But aside from the tattoos, which had me gripping the doorframe with rigid fingers, were the thick defined muscles protruding over his shoulder blades, the cut pieces of flesh damp with the sheen of sweat, flexing with every blow from the hammer in his hands. 

His bulging thighs were rigid as he stood his ground, carefully sculpting the back of a marble slab which looked to be the image of a young boy with a larger boy at his back whispering in his ear.

The heavy rock music filled the room, and before I knew it, my feet were carrying my forward like a moth to naked flame. The closer I got, the more I noticed. 

Elpidio’s back was marred with scars. In fact, all of his skin had scars, both long and short, raised and flat, red and white. But one long, jagged scar ran along the back of his thick neck…  a neck that was visible now it was free from the curtain of dark hair which was tied on the middle of his skull in a loose bun.

That made me smile. I’d always thought his long hair was like his protection, his mask. It pleased me to see when he was sculpting it was pulled off his face… like he was free of all constraints, pouring his soul into his carefully-crafted masterpieces.

It was overwhelming to see such a ripped and tortured man so raw and unkempt, but passionate all at the same time…

Amazon & USA Today Best Selling 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.

Having been born and raised as a Teesside Smoggie, Tillie, at age nineteen, moved forty miles north to the 'Toon', Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, where she attended Newcastle University and graduated with a Bachelor of Arts honours degree in Religious Studies. She returned two years later to complete a Post-Graduate Certificate in Teaching High School Social Studies. Tillie, regards Newcastle to be a home from home and enjoyed the Newcastle Geordie way of life for seven 'proper mint' and 'lush' years.

One summers day, after finishing reading her thousandth book on her much loved and treasured Kindle, Tillie turned to her husband and declared, "D'you know, I have a great idea for a story. I could write a book." Several months later, after repeating the same tired line at the close of another completed story, she was scolded by her husband to shut up talking about writing a novel and "just bloody do it!" For the first time in eleven years, Tillie actually took his advice (he is still trying to get over the shock) and immediately set off on a crazy journey, delving deep into her fertile imagination.

Tillie, ever since, has written from the heart. She combines her passion for anything camp and glittery with her love of humour and dark brooding men (most often muscled and tattooed – they’re her weakness!). She also has a serious side (believe it or not!) and loves to immerse herself in the complex study of World Religions, History and Cultural Studies and creates fantasy stories that enable her to thread serious issues and topics into her writing -- yep, there's more to this girl than profanity and sparkles!

After six years of teaching high school Social Studies and following her Professional Rugby Player husband around Europe, they have finally given up their nomadic way of life and settled in Calgary, Alberta where Tillie spends most of her days (and many a late night) lost in a writing euphoria or pursuing a dazzling career as a barrel-racing, tasselled-chap wearing, Stetson-sporting cowgirl... Ye-haw!


  1. I love the sexy and sweet alpha football players

    1. We all do too, this is one of the best ones I have read though, this one is about a moody artist gotta love those too!! ~ Katy xo

  2. Tell us what you love about Tillie Cole's Sweet Home series. We'd love to know.

    I just ❤ college romance stories! This last book has been my favorite of this series though. We see the characters a few years out of college & how their lives are after their HEA endings.

    Tillie writes amazing Broken Bad Boys xo