Blog Tour: Sweet Rome by Tillie Cole — Review | Excerpt & Giveaway

O Romeo, Romeo…

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Title: Sweet Rome

Author: Tillie Cole

Genres: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Publication Date: Self Published on 30th January 2014


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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.


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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Tillie Cole is giving away a Kindle Fire HD. This is open internationally.

There will also be 30 mobi or epub copies of Sweet Rome given away.


Sweet Rome

5 sweet stars!

Read the first book  – Sweet Home – of the series first.

Sweet Rome is the second book of the series and this one is told from the male’s POV, Rome Prince. Now, I usually don’t like books that are a repeat story because basically it’s just the same story with a few extras and mostly boring.

Not this one.

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.

Rome’s story is so unique and touching that it needed to be told and his book was both heartbreaking and beautiful.

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“We are better together, than apart.”

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Molly Juliet Shakespeare and Romeo Prince are back and I swooned all over again with their story!

Just like the first one, I loved every single word. Like I said on my review for the first book, kudos to the author for such an amazing writing that captivated me and if it was any other book I might have rolled my eyes a couple of time but not with this one!

We were both tragic, both pretty fucked up. But we could be fucked up together, balance it out.

Even if this book is the same story, it seemed so different than the first one. Rome’s POV was heartbreaking and due to the plot, there was – in Rome’s favor for his book – a gap in which the characters were apart for a while and Rome’s POV was like an extra on their love story.

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.

Swoon worthy and just as amazing as the first book, read it and fall in love with Molly and Rome.


Before I knew it, I was back on the field. You got this, Rome. You got this, I told myself, trying like hell to psyche myself up. If ever sports psychology was to work for me, for my team and for my school, well, its time had come.

And then it was on. Snap. Catch. Pop.

The ball sailed toward Carillo, not even coming close to his outstretched hands, and instead spiraled straight into the crowd. Whatever amount of heart I had left in this game immediately sank into my stomach as the fans began to fall to their seats in exasperation at my shit execution of pass plays.

I could throw better in pee-wee football.

Turning away from my equally frustrated teammates, I caught a glance of the Jumbotron, expecting to see my fucking horrendous replay, but instead saw a fight break out in the lower student section of the stands, right near where Ally was sitting, and I witnessed some chick get pummeled to the floor by the douchebags. A brunette chick, who, when the crowd cleared, sat up, stunned, holding her nose.

Recognition hit me like a damn truck.

Shit. Shakespeare!

Acting on pure instinct, I unsnapped my chinstrap, tore off my helmet, and charged off, completely ignoring the entire on-field coaching staff screaming at my back and my teammates staring at each other in absolute disbelief.

Jumping the barrier into the stands, I pushed my way through the student body, shrugging off grabs at my jersey and ignoring the chicks trying to rub up against me.

A path appeared before me and at its end, Molly peered around, looking so fucking hot in a short white dress and brown cowboy boots that showcased her tanned legs to perfection. But that didn’t distract me from the panic seeping into my veins at the thought of her being hurt… because of my shit pass.

“Shit, Shakespeare! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” Dropping my helmet to the floor with a crash, I powered through the crowd to Molly’s flushed-with-embarrassment face and without thinking, grabbed her flaming cheeks in my hands—my sanity, once again, gone without a trace.

Large golden eyes darted everywhere, clearly expressing her lack of comfort at being put on display, but fuck that; I needed to know she was okay. And more than that, it quickly hit home that she’d shown up. Shit. She’d come here for me… because of that note… She’d actually done as I’d asked…She’d actually come for me.



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