Title: Souls
Unfractured
Series: Hades Hangmen #3
Author: Tillie
Cole
Age group: New
Adult
Genre: Dark Contemporary
Romance
Release date:
11th August 2015
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BLURB
"For fractured
souls are like magnets.
Drawn to collide into
an impossible bliss…"
Labeled a ‘Cursed’ woman of Eve from birth, Maddie has endured
nothing but pain and repression at the hands of The Order’s most abusive elder, Moses. Now living with
her sister in The Hangmen’s
secluded compound, finally, Maddie, is free. Free from the suffocating faith
she no longer believes in. Free from endless years of physical and mental torment.
Just… free…
At age twenty-one, the
timid and shy Maddie is content to live within the confines of her new home—safe from the outside world, safe from harm
and, strangely, protected by the Hangmen’s most volatile member; the heavily pierced and tattooed,
Flame.
Flame.
The man who ceaselessly
watches over her with his midnight dark and searing eyes. The man who protects
her with a breath-taking intensity. And the man who stirs something deep within
her numbed heart.
But when circumstances
conspire for Flame to need HER help, Maddie bravely risks it all for the broken
man who has captivated her fragile soul.
The Hangmen’s most infamous member, Flame, is ruled by one
thing—anger. Plagued by haunting demons from his
past, an all-consuming rage, and isolated by an abhorrent hatred of being
touched, Flame's days are filled with suffocating darkness, pierced only by a
single ray of light—Maddie. The shy,
beautiful woman he cannot purge from his thoughts. The woman he has an
overwhelming need to possess…
... the only person who
has ever been able to touch him.
Flame’s mission in life is to protect Maddie, to
keep her safe. Until a trigger from his troubled past sends him spiraling into
madness, trapping him in the deepest recesses of his disturbed mind.
His Hangmen brothers
fear that Flame is beyond saving.
Excerpt 1
Gathering my floor-length dress in my hands, I walked into the body
of the church, rushing forward until the bright sun from the open entrance lit
up the dark wooden floor.
“I won’t say it again. I need you to leave or I’ll call the police.” Pastor
James was talking when I arrived at the large doors. The man from the choir
immediately saw me and tapped her on her arm.
Pastor James turned round and paled. “Maddie, darlin’, stay in the
church and call your sister, or even better, Mr. Nash.”
Her face betrayed her fear but her protests quickly turned to white
noise in my ears as I reached the exit and saw, waiting below, at the edge of
the busy road was him… Flame. He was pacing back and forth. As always, I
counted his steps. Eleven to the right, eleven to the left.
As I drank in how he looked, I feared my legs would collapse. That
confusing sensation of my stomach swooping hit me as my eyes focused on
his leather-clad legs and the Hangmen cut partly covering his bare torso.
His strangely cut dark hair was in its usual state of disarray. His skin
was pale and he had lost weight. I frowned. His muscles were twitching
more than usual. His hands clenched into fists more than normal. His lips
were muttering something inaudible from this distance, yet… he was still
Flame. He was still the man who protected me. He was still the silent
shadow that kept me safe.
The man I had missed with the most incredible fervor.
His friends, Viking and AK, stood off to the side. Viking, the
enormous red haired brother, looked distressed as he talked to the dark-
haired AK, and when he ran his hand through his hair, he turned and his
attention locked on me.
Viking’s large chest deflated in what looked like relief and he said
something to AK. AK looked toward me and threw a small tired wave.
But I did not have the time to spare for them. All I could concentrate
on right now was Flame.
I winced as I caught sight of white gauze on the side of his neck. The
gunshot graze. The bullet that should have hit me if he had not thrown
himself in its path...
... to protect me.
Flame’s pace increased. I could see his hands shaking as his fists
became impossibly tight. Then, with a corded neck, he began to scream. His
croaked and rough voice made it to “MADD—” before his eyes whipped to
the top of the stairs.
Where they collided with mine.
Flame’s bellowed call caught in his throat and his body came to an
abrupt stop. He staggered on uneasy feet as though he was too tired to be
standing. But that midnight stare remained. His hands stopped shaking, his
wide bare chest pumped at a heady speed, yet a strange kind of calm seemed
to flow over him.
I wanted to speak to him.
I wanted take his hand in mine and thank him. Thank him beyond
words for saving my life.
But I could not. I did not have the courage.
AUTHOR BIO
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.
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