So I was kindly provided with an ARC, which resulted in me screaming the house down, and you can find my review on the Reviews page HERE as well as on Goodreads. I want this blog stop to be truly Geektastic, so before we get to the book awesomeness I have the beautiful cover with the synopsis and buy links below!
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.
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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.
My life has changed completely. My days are full of doing what I love. When I decided to publish my work, I never dreamed it would make the best sellers lists. I write under a pen name also, so it is strange how people don’t know what I do each day and that I write. I like it this way. I like that I lead a double life! I am happier and more confident in myself than I was before too. It truly is a dream come true and I am completely humbled that people want to read my novels. It is the best feeling in the world.
2. How did Rome and Molly's story come to you?
Initially I planned it as a romantic comedy. I find writing humour easier than angst, but when I began writing, the novel took me in an entirely different direction than intended. I am thankful for that flash of intuition or divine intervention everyday. It also helped me expand my writing, and I haven’t looked back since.
3. Who are your dream cast for Rome and Molly?
I always imagined Taylor Kitsch (with his lovely long hair) as Romeo and Emilia Clarke as Molly. Lots of other readers have had other suggestions, but if there were ever a movie, that would be my ideal cast.
4. If you could live the life of one of your characters for a day, who would you choose and why?
I think I would be Molly. I would love to know what it truly felt like being loved so passionately by Rome. He adores her so much and needs her even more. Plus, I love Rome, so wouldn’t mind being paraded on his arm for all of Tuscaloosa to see! If not Molly, then Ally. She’s a sweetheart and I can’t wait to share her story with you all.
5. What can your readers expect next?
Well, I have books three and four coming this summer in the Sweet Home series. In April, I am releasing ‘It Ain’t Me, Babe’, a dark, gritty story of finding love in the most unusual places and how someone so completely unexpected can enter your world and flip it upside down. It involves a bad-ass biker, a Fat Boy Lo Harley and a lost girl on the run from a dangerous situation… oh, and it’s set in Austin, Texas, so more sexy accents and southern-boy irresistible ‘y’all’ drawls! To check out more of my upcoming novels, check out my website, www.tilliecole.com.
It doesn't end there minions, I also have one of my fav scenes for you below.
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.
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.
Okay and lastly there's a cool ass giveaway...