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Monday, March 6, 2017

5* #Review Cole by @TijansBooks



He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…Cole Mauricio.

Cole by Tijan is NOW LIVE!

Full Blurb

I shouldn’t have remembered him.
He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn't know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all.
But I could feel him.
The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.
The second time was different.
He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed.
That was just the beginning.
He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…
Cole Mauricio
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Well Holy Crap! Tijan barreled into my life a few years ago and I absolutely fell in love with her writing and her characters. This book was bloody freaking brilliant! All I kept hearing in my head was Cole! Cole! Cole! I was completely immersed into the story within the first few pages. She has a way to get under your skin with her stories. Each word means something, each scene is reaching its way into your heart and soul. My body hummed with delight as devoured this and couldn’t wait too see where she was going to go with the story. So if you have read Carter Reed you know who Cole Mauricio is. But you do not need to have read it in order to read Cole. This is a standalone and you will get to know Cole’s backstory and how it ties into Carter Reed. Myself, I love mafia books and when you see one of your favorite authors writes one...you read it! So of course Carter Reed is one of my all time favorite books...he’s delicious and let me tell you Cole gives Carter a run for his money in all departments...looks, wealth, power, and dirtiness! The pain. The sadness. The loneliness. I wanted it wiped out, for just one night. One goddamn night Addison Bowman is still recovering from a devastating and heartbreaking loss. For the past few months she has barely been able to function. But with the help of her best friend, she might just have a fighting chance. In order too move she needs to put the past behind her and make some changes. Can Addison give up the last thing that ties her to the loss? Can she start truly living again? “There are things about my life that you don’t know. I’d like to share, but I’m in a position where I can’t. Not until I trust you.” Cole Mauricio leads a complicated life. His world is full of violence. To most he is ruthless, powerful and just has this presence that scares people. He has had some devastating heartbreak and loss himself, but he doesn’t have time to dwell too much on it, his life doesn’t allow it. Cole does what he does best, lives in the shadows but strikes when necessary. “I’m going to do everything you want me to do. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. If you want me to hold you, I’ll never let you go. If you want me to kiss you all night long, you’ll have to buy me chapstick in the morning. Anything you want, I’ll do. Except leave. That’s the only thing I won’t do. Addison and Cole were explosive from their first meeting. One look and that was all it took for her body to react and her mind to wander. Addison spies a mystery man one night and is intrigued by him. His presences is commanding, but who is he? When fate brings them together again, Addison can’t help but feel the tingles in her body. She is very aware that this gorgeous stranger is having an effect on her that she hasn’t felt for a long time. She senses he’s dangerous, but can’t help but be drawn too him. The bond that they started to form was deep and the instant attraction was magnetic! But everything isn’t always hearts and flowers. Not in Cole’s life. Cole’s dangerous and soon Addison will truly see a side of Cole she should fear or will she feel protected? Secrets, betrayal, and lies always come out and they are about to turn things upside down. Things you thought you knew, nope you don’t. Tijan takes you on a journey that might just alter the life of her characters….all of them. Who can you truly trust? Will Addison and Cole get an HEA? Or will Cole’s world destroy them? The secondary characters...I thought they add some more flair to the story. Her BFF Sia is crazy, but so protective. And of course a certain gorgeous Cold Killer makes an appearance...yummy! This book is just another reason why Tijan is a 1-click author for me. She entertains me, makes me love her characters and she isn’t overly dramatic with her storylines. She has just the right amount of dramatics that suck you in. I loved every second of this book and she put a spell on me. This book is truly outstanding, remarkable and wicked good! This will be a re-read for sure and I can’t wait for the audio! 5 Bloody Stars!!

Once inside the elevator, I stood to one side, watching him. He returned my gaze.
We still did not touch.
My chest tightened, hoping no one would call the elevator at that moment. We sailed past the lobby, the second floor, and stopped at mine. I put in the code, and the doors opened to my home.
I drew in a breath, filling my lungs again. God, it was time.
Stepping out with shaky knees, I bypassed the light switch. The full moon lit up my entire floor. I went to the kitchen and paused at the island. “Did you want something to drink?” I caught sight of the tequila and wine on the counter. There was more than enough.
Cole stepped up behind me and followed my gaze. “Were you going to have a party?” he asked, his breath coating the back of my neck.
I shivered, closing my eyes for one delicious moment. “I stocked up. I thought a friend was coming over tonight.”
His hand rested on my back, nudging my sweater aside to touch my skin. “He?”
“She. Sia.” I looked over my shoulder. He was so close. “She stood me up for a date.”
A faint smile showed. “I need to send her a thank-you card.”
“Please don’t sign it.”
“Why not?”
I turned around, easing my back against the island. Cole placed his hands on either side of me, trapping me in place.
“Because she’s slightly obsessed with you, though she’s in love with someone else now. She could circle back,” I joked.
“We saw you one night.”
“When?” He leaned away, but his hands remained on the counter. It was like he was giving me breathing space on purpose.
“At Gianni’s. We went there the night I moved in.”
He didn’t move, but I could feel him pulling away. A protest started in my head, but I bit back the words. He didn’t reply. He was waiting for me instead.
I continued, “You came in with a bunch of men and went upstairs. That was it.”
His eyes narrowed. “Did you talk to anyone?”
“What do you mean?”
“The staff?”
“About you?”
“About anything.”
My forehead wrinkled. “Sia networked with the hostess. They exchanged cards. Sia said the girl was a model. She recognized her from the Gala. That was it. Oh, well, another server sat with us for a drink later on. But they mostly talked with Sia about the Gala and about photographers—stuff like that.”
He relaxed, his hands loosening their hold on the counter. I was scared to ask what he was so worried they’d told us.
“I don’t know who you are.” I lifted a hand, placing it on his chest. His heart was racing, just like mine. My mouth parted in surprise. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”
He glanced down at my hand and held still. He was thinking something over. I held my tongue, worried it was me, that he was second-guessing this night for us. I wanted to tell him there was nothing to worry about, but it sounded ridiculous. I really had no idea. So I waited it out, my heart pressing against my rib cage.
When he looked back up, the hunger was in his eyes again—dark, primal, and more evident than ever. He took my hand and leaned in, closing the distance between us. With his other hand, he cupped the side of my face. “I wasn’t second-guessing this. I want you to know that.” His touch was tender.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Something else, but it wasn’t you.”
“This is one of those moments where you wish you could tell me, but you can’t? Not yet?”
The corner of his mouth lifted. His eyes moved from mine to my lips. “Something like that, yes.”
“Mmmm-hmmm,” I started to tease, but then his head dipped down, and his lips were on mine.
I gasped. The pleasure was immediate. His mouth was gentle, but as he felt my body’s reaction, he applied pressure. His touch grew more demanding, then I was kissing him back. I wanted more. Someone groaned. That was me.
His hand slid around to the back of my neck. He held me in his grip as his mouth explored mine, opening over me and slipping inside. My hands grasped his shoulders, just holding on. All I could focus on was his tongue. I met his with mine and reveled in the sensation. But it wasn’t enough. Need shot through my whole body.
My hands slid under his shirt and moved over his back and shoulders. His body was just as powerful as his presence. I felt the shift of his muscles. They trembled under my hands. The feeling was intoxicating. I had power over him, and I wanted more. I wanted to see how much power I actually had.
Pulling back, I studied him.
He was panting lightly. So was I.
I could see him wondering what I was going to do, so I reached back to the counter and started to lift myself. His hands caught the backs of my thighs, and he lifted me the rest of the way. Now sitting on the edge of the island, my legs parted, and he was back between them. His mouth went right to mine.
I couldn’t get over what I was doing. I didn’t care.
I didn’t think I would care the next day, the day after, or however long this lasted. I had no clue. I only knew I had one night. One long night.

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Author Information
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I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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