Genres: Dark Romance
Dark Contemporary Romance. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, disturbingly sensitive and taboo subjects, offensive language and very mature topics. Recommended for ages 18 and over.
Where do I begin to describe this book and just I feel about it? I really don’t know and I was a little unsure about some of the content as I read it but I read it none the less and I am glad that I did. The creative mind of Tillie Cole is one that will have you completely baffled and wondering what, when and how the hell she comes up with these stories. I can truly say that I am glad that she writes these thoughts and limit provoking books as I am sure the world would be a little duller without her kind of dark.
This book as I said will provoke you, make you feel things that you have never felt before and caused a deep rage that you find hard to control. I was angry at the world as I read this book. I was angry for the people in this story but also because I know that the world hides this stuff on a daily basis in plain sight but we just don’t see it for looking.
This story is Amazing, twisted and messed up but it’s a book that will stay with me for a long time to come and one that will see me looking at the world a little differently. After reading this book I will be a little less likely to turn a blind eye to a lot more.
This is a huge recommendation from me but be warned it not for the faint of heart or for those that have triggers. Go read this and enjoy……. Tick Tock!
Reviewed by Donna
Oh my this title is so apt! This author always stuns and amazes me with how she can create such dark stories where you feel every emotion deep inside!
Ellis lives at her family estate with her father and six uncles, her mother having passed away, a Mrs Jenkins was in charge of her day to day care. The groundskeeper’s young son, Heathan, came to live with him there and became firm friends with young Ellis. This is their story!
Tillie Cole does warn that there are possible triggers and that it’s a dark story…and it is! This is not a story that accepts the inappropriate behaviour, rather it highlights the disgust for it.
Very clever use of names from Heathan and the prisoner’s nicknames to the ‘Uncles’ personas given by Dolly and Rabbit. The whole correlation is genius!
The lead characters are so very different yet so easy to feel empathy for and compassion. There are some parts that are quite humorous like this thought of Heathan’s….
‘Dolly turned, and I saw the cashier try to make sense of what Dolly had said. Non-killers, I thought. So f***ing boring, living their mundane little lives.’
As well as some great vocabulary that is used expertly, like ‘bonkers’.
A few mysteries are wound through the story where, like a jigsaw puzzle, bit by bit is pieced together. The pictures are not pretty, they are devastating but answer many questions.
This is a very fast paced story and one that will blow your mind! Tick Tock! Tick Tock! Take the time to read this incredible tale.
Reviewed by Robyn
Another fabulously dark psychological thrill ride by the wonderfully talented Tillie Cole!! I can’t begin to explain how this book made me feel… a story in which two characters had their souls completely destroyed and found in each other a f*&ked up bond that only the two of them could comprehend. Two unlikely friends… Dolly and Rabbit who were so cruelly ripped apart by a tragic twist of fate as children, only to be reunited 11 years later all grown up with hearts so black and vengeance on their minds. This was a book that will have you rethink all the fairy tales you were read as a child… down the rabbit hole we go!!
Reviewed by Nat
Rabbit pulled the car to a halt. There were no sounds coming from this house. No screams or crying. Everything was just . . . silent.
Rabbit’s hands slid from the wheel, and without looking at me, he said, “This is where we’ll be staying for the next several days.”
I leaned forward and looked out of the window. “Your home?”
He shook his head. “The first stop on our adventure.” I looked at him and found his silver eyes were already on me. “We have many stops to go.”
My heart fluttered in nervous excitement. “And this is number one . . .” I whispered, more to myself than Rabbit.
Rabbit opened his door. I was still staring at the woods surrounding this place when my car door opened too. Rabbit stood, rabbit-headed cane in hand, waiting for me to leave the car. I swallowed back the nerves that were creeping up my throat and stepped out. The ground crunched beneath my shoes.
“This way.” Rabbit held his arm out toward the house. I fell into step beside him. I glanced all around us, searching for any sign of people. As if reading my mind, Rabbit said, “There is just you and I here for now. We will meet more people when our journey truly begins.”
“It has not begun?”
Rabbit led us to a wooden door and paused. Gripping the head of his cane tighter, he faced me and said, “Soon, darlin’. Before we go, we must prepare.” He opened the door. “But first . . . tea.”
My breath caught in my throat. Beyond the threshold lay the most perfect tea-party spread one ever did see. “Rabbit!” I gasped. My hands flew to my mouth. I took a step forward into the house and onward into the magical room just beyond. As I passed Rabbit I looked up to see him watching me. I moved swiftly to the long table in the center of the wooden-paneled room, and my eyes widened as I beheld the spread. A white tablecloth lay over the table. Tall seats were positioned around it—eight to be exact—and at each seat was set a plate, a teacup and a saucer. I ran my hand over the cloth and smiled at the silver-domed dishes in the center of the table. I looked behind me to find Rabbit, but he was nowhere in sight. Turning back to the table, I lifted the first silver dome to peek at what was underneath. My mouth watered when I saw strawberry tarts. Smiling in excitement, I skipped to the next. Victoria sponge. Desperate to see them all, I removed each cover—cucumber sandwiches, Bakewell tarts, Battenberg cake, carrot cake . . . so much cake! All of England’s finest delicacies.
A floorboard creaked behind me, and I turned to see Rabbit walking back into the room. I opened my mouth to ask him where everything came from, but then I spotted what he held in his hands.
“Tea?” I asked as Rabbit placed the silver tray, which held a teapot, a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar, on the table. I walked closer and closed my eyes as I inhaled deeply. “Earl Grey,” I whispered, smelling my absolute favorite tea in the entire world.
“Only ever Earl Grey for my little Dolly,” Rabbit confirmed and pulled out a chair for me. I sat down, and Rabbit tucked me in. He took the seat a few places down and gestured to the food. “Help yourself. After all, this tea party is in your honor.”
A giddy laugh escaped my throat as I reached forward and carefully selected a variety of cakes and sandwiches. When I had filled my plate, I took the teapot and poured myself a cup. Rabbit watched me with a peculiar look on his face. His lip was hooked at the corner, and his eyes were . . . soft. His eyes were never soft, always hard and focused, but as he looked at me now, they were almost gentle.
I swallowed, unsure what this strange feeling in my stomach was. I pressed my free hand to my stomach as a comfort against the strange tingling sensations inside. “Tea?” I offered, my voice barely above a whisper.
Rabbit nodded; not a word escaped his mouth. His gaze became more intense as I moved beside him and poured the steaming liquid into his cup. As my arm neared him, I felt him stiffen in his seat. Only a sliver of air prevented our limbs touching. His breathing grew labored as he watched me pour.
But we didn’t touch.
Clearing my throat, I placed the teapot back on the tray and moved to take my seat once again. Just as I took a step, an image floated into my head. Of me and Rabbit. Lips touching. My entire body tensed.
I heard Rabbit’s ragged breathing behind me. Goosebumps broke out along my body, chasing one another up my arms and up to the back of my neck. Shaking my head clear of the image, I sat back down.
I raised my eyes and found Rabbit watching me intensely. I lifted my teacup toward my lips. Rabbit did the same, but just as the lip of the teacup almost reached his mouth, I shouted, “Rabbit!” He froze. “Your little finger!” I scolded. I lowered my cup and shook my head. “You cannot drink tea without raising your little finger, silly!”
Rabbit exhaled, then bowed his head. “You’re right, darlin’. How could I forget?”
After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her first novel.
Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her characters.
Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.
When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.