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
Five Stars
"Hey, Mol."
"Hey, you."
"You going to give up that lucky sweet kiss?"
"If that's what you want."
"It most definitely is."
**Photo by Sports Illustrated**
I was an undeserving motherfucker, completely worthless – I’d been told so all my life – but that only made what she said that much more special. To her, I was worthy.
I don’t think I’ve said it enough, so saying it one more time isn’t going to hurt:
I love you, Romeo Prince…so, so much.
Le sigh…
I seriously have the silliest smile on my face. I know I must look ridiculous, but it’s ok. I’ll own my sappy spirit right now because I’m on a high. When I heard Tillie was going to rewrite Sweet Home in my beloved Romeo’s POV, I went ballistic. Bal-fucking-listic. I fucking LOVED that book, but to read it from Romeo’s POV? Fuck. Yea. I dropped my current read and jumped right on in to this one. I had to have my dose of Romeo.
“It only took Romeo one look at Juliet and his fate was sealed. Maybe I’m just like my namesake, and maybe you’re just like yours.”
Romeo’s life was turned upside down when he ran into a flustered Molly just outside of the Philosophy lecture room. He didn’t know what to make of this girl, but as soon as they started to talk, he realized that this girl didn’t know who he was. Not to sound cocky, but he knew who he was, what he is to the University: He’s the star QB for the Crimson Tide – everyone knew who he was and everyone wanted a piece of him, except Molly.
“I like the way you are with me. I like me when I’m with you. I feel like I could tell you anything, that I could bear my fuckin’ black soul. You make me feel… well… you know… You get me?”
Molly was unlike any girl Rome has ever known. He can just be him around her with no pretenses or expectations. As they start to open about their pasts, Romeo begins to realize how much he’s changing because of her. The pressures of being who he is and what his overbearing parents expect of him, Rome has a tendency to blow his fuse; he seems to be constantly angry, but being with Molly just calms him. He no longer lashes out nor does he use sex for release. All he needs is her. With Molly by his side, anything is possible.
“I’m going to take you now. I’m going to show you what you mean to me, how much I want you, and show you that you’re mine. You get me, baby?
“I get you, Romeo,” she replied with that sweet damn smile that she reserved just for me.
My smile, my girl…my fucking life.
This was fucking incredible. It was like reading one of my all-time favorite books all over again. Reliving all my favorite scenes through my Romeo’s eyes just makes me all gooey inside. I’m sincerely one happy girl. Thank you so much, Tills, for the opportunity to read this ARC. I love it. I love it. I love it.
**ARC provided by author in exchange for an honest review**
Excerpt
Looking up through the thick crowd,
the first thing I noticed was a long line of pledges decked out in tight togas
and opposite them, a line of football players, most sporting hard-ons as they
waited their turn to kiss the blindfolded girl before them.
Shelly was such a child at times, and
I couldn’t believe she was having
these girls do this shit.
"What the fuck? You're actually
coming to enjoy the show? You feeling okay?" Austin said from his place
lounging against the wall, sounding more than shocked at my presence. I decided
to ignore him too as I searched along the line.
Bingo.
Molly was at the very end, standing
awkwardly, fidgeting nervously, but still looking her unique kind of hot under
that thick, black blindfold. And hell if my mind didn't wander to what I could
do with that piece of material and all the ways to make her scream.
Shelly walked past each pledge,
grinning and snickering as she went. I saw her signal to Brody MacMillan, the
worst-looking guy on the team—a guy who waits at least
two weeks before showering. His drunken face brightened and he stood before
Molly. On instinct, her hand flew to her mouth, and I knew she'd smelled him,
his body odor and his complete disregard for hygiene. Mac didn't care, though,
never had.
He leaned in, but my feet were
already moving, and just as their lips were about to touch, my hands landed on
his chest, and I launched him out of the way, his fat ass hitting the floor,
his flailing arms bringing down the table of spare blindfolds as he went.
"Move, MacMillan. I think you're in my spot," I said in a way that
invited no backchat.
I couldn't take my eyes off Molly as
her thumb went to her mouth. I was hard, real fucking hard, and couldn't wait
one damn minute longer to taste her.
"Ah n-no… B-bullet! Shelly said… said…" I glanced at him on the floor,
his beer belly flopping over his too-tight pants, eyes rolling all over the
friggin' place.
"I don't give a shit what she
said. Go get a fucking drink, or pass out, or something. You get me?"
He sagged to the floor, and I signaled for a few of the freshman
players to get him the hell out of this room and into a bed. "I-I get you.
I get you, man," he slurred as they dragged him out by his arms.
"Wait! Mac has to—"
I held up my hand and glared at
Shelly as she approached.
"Shut the fuck up, Shel!" I
bit aggressively, and she slinked back to her friends, face outraged and
seething at Molly. I still couldn't have cared less.
urning back to Molly, I edged in.
She still smelled faintly of vanilla, and I couldn't remember a time I wanted
to kiss anyone more.
Moving her hand from her mouth to my
waist, I almost groaned as her fingers inched up my sides, her lips parting on
a small breath. At that small reaction, I knew she was feeling this weird
energy too.
About Tillie Cole
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.
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