Cole
by
Tijan
Released:
February 27
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
He was the
leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…Cole
Mauricio.
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
Anne
Milne
Some authors are a definite read for me and Tijan is one of them I literally devour each book she writes, I can honesty say I have never read one that I didn't love.
We have met Cole in the Carter Reed series but there is no need to read them to understand this book although Carter is mentioned this is Cole's story. We get Cole's backstory and how it ties in with Carter, I have to say that i fell more in love with Carter when we find out what he did.
We meet Addison when with the help of her crazy friend Sia she starts to move forward with the her life after a bereavement. Sia gets told about this great apartment and Addison decides to move in when they visit a local restaurant they see some mysterious men led by a man that intrigues them both and that man is Cole.
I really liked Addison she's that perfect mix of vunerable emotionally but also strong willed and determined. Sia is the exact opposite she's flighty, flirty and takes risks where Addison is serious and thinks before making decisions but that all changes with Cole, for once she decides to roll with it and gives into her growing feelings for him.
Cole is a contradiction to most he's the tough ruthless Mafia boss who kills without a second thought, his life has been full of heartbreaking loss and after living in the shadows he is man no one wants to cross. With Addison we see a fun tender side of him that will make even the hardest hearts melt but his life is shadowed in secrets, secrets that can get people killed.
Yet again Tijan has blown my mind with this book, yes it's a book about Cole's life in the Mafia but it's a stunningly written love story, I know we are getting more from Carter and Emma but I hope we get more from Cole and Addison.
reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood
Becky Rendon
Cole has always been a bit mysterious. If you are a Carter Reed fan, you know more than someone coming in blind. Addison was blind. She may have felt the mystery, the power, but she had no idea.
Chance meets...
secret rendezvous...
chemistry unlike any other...
How can you resist?
It sounds sexy and alluring. But secrets have a way of revealing themselves and Addison is in for the biggest wake up call of her life!
So which path does she choose? Is it really that easy?
So now I need to fangirl...as a Carter Reed enthusiast, I may have "allegedly" squealed in delight at the mention of the hit man of my heart. I even got excited with mention of Emma.
So a toast to old friends and new, may mafia wars be few, and the orgasms be many!
reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood
Excerpt
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.
“Me?”
“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.
About the
Author
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.
Stalk Tijan
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