Title: Souls Unfractured
Series: Hades Hangmen #3
Author: Tillie Cole
Age group: New Adult
Genre: Dark Contemporary Romance
Release date: TBA
“For fractured souls are like magnets.
Drawn to collide into an impossible bliss…”
Labeled a ‘Cursed’ woman of Eve from birth, Maddie has endured nothing but pain and repression at the hands of The Order’s most abusive elder, Moses. Now living with her sister in The Hangmen’s secluded compound, finally, Maddie, is free. Free from the suffocating faith she no longer believes in. Free from endless years of physical and mental torment.
At age twenty-one, the timid and shy Maddie is content to live within the confines of her new home—safe from the outside world, safe from harm and, strangely, protected by the Hangmen’s most volatile member; the heavily pierced and tattooed, Flame.
The man who ceaselessly watches over her with his midnight dark and searing eyes. The man who protects her with a breath-taking intensity. And the man who stirs something deep within her numbed heart.
But when circumstances conspire for Flame to need HER help, Maddie bravely risks it all for the broken man who has captivated her fragile soul.
The Hangmen’s most infamous member, Flame, is ruled by one thing—anger. Plagued by haunting demons from his past, an all-consuming rage, and isolated by an abhorrent hatred of being touched, Flame’s days are filled with suffocating darkness, pierced only by a single ray of light—Maddie. The shy, beautiful woman he cannot purge from his thoughts. The woman he has an overwhelming need to possess…
… the only person who has ever been able to touch him.
Flame’s mission in life is to protect Maddie, to keep her safe. Until a trigger from his troubled past sends him spiraling into madness, trapping him in the deepest recesses of his disturbed mind.
His Hangmen brothers fear that Flame is beyond saving.
His only hope of salvation: Maddie and her healing light.
Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse Nuttall
Storyteller extraordinaire, Ms Cole has once again drawn me in and plucked at my heartstrings with an ease that is nothing less than commendable. Her writings never fail to enthrall me, never fail to leave me hanging in midair, never fail to leave me sobbing my heart out or jumping up and down for joy. If you haven’t read book one and two, It Ain’t Me Babe and Heart Recaptured, do! These two full-length novels will shine a light on the infrastructure of The Order, a religious sect and Hades Hangmen MC charter. In spite of the fact that the author is more than well-versed on the subject of Religious Studies, her knowledge is used in such a way that non-fiction becomes a plausible story with incredible dimensions. Another result is the compilation of her fantasy characters who you can’t help but believe in. I became more and more invested in their individual posture towards certain issues, understood each and everyone of their stances, simply because I felt I was inside the tale.
So I met and learnt to love the members of this tight knit MC club, and regardless how they went about their business, they were, or better said, are scrupulous in their own way. They seem to have an unspoken code of what is right and what is wrong. This detail is a completely different story in The Order. Even though the prophet, Cain, is trying his utmost to better the conditions for the kids and young women, envy and wrongdoings from a certain individual appear to rule. And I’d just like to say that the thought that these religious sects exist repulses me, I didn’t dislike Cain at all.
Cain ~ “You think this is okay? To rape children at age eight?”
Flame. This poor soul had suffered extreme abuse at the hands of his fanatically religious father. Made to feel worthless and believed to be cursed in God’s eyes, he did unspeakable things to his son. All this is explicitly explained and to say this put me on edge would be putting it mildly. Saved by two brothers in the MC club, AK and Viking will become his best friends, They know how to cope with his handicap like the rest of the members and value his expertise with knives. And blinking heck, does he do some atrocious deeds with them. Flame is on a mission not even he understands. He watches over Maddie, he wants to save her but he doesn’t know why he feels the need to act in such a manner.
Flame ~ “Your touch is poison. You’ll hurt her.”
Maddie is slightly younger than her cursed sisters. Mae and Lilah, young women from The Order who are now living happily with their respective men, Styx, the ‘prez’ and Ky. She too has been abused to such an extent by four members of the sect that my heart literally broke for her. This extremely shy lass has feelings for Flame which gradually grow. When Flame has a crisis, she insists on being by his side much to the dismay of his friends. This is the turning point in their relationship and I cried, I laughed and I suffered for both of them.
Maddie ~ “Flame, please. Do not do this. Not again. Do not take yourself back to that place. To the darkness.”
Now then; this story is not without it twists and turns. Flame is in for the surprise of his life, and it’s not all roses for this couple who are made for each other. Both their flashbacks saddened me on a tsunami scale; however, their thoughts and confessions are essential to comprehend what they had gone through. The White Cliffs of Dover are minute in comparison to the nail-biting cliffy and this is the interesting part, it’s not in the epilogue which far exceeded my expectations. Got you thinking, eh? So all I ask is that you don’t keep me waiting too long for Deep Redemption Ms. Cole. And eleven will never be just a number. Bravo!
The hand resting near her head inched forward in my direction. I stopped breathing as I thought she was going to touch me. But her hand stopped about an inch from mine.
I wondered what she was doing, when she said, “I like how your hand looks next to mine. It is so big and mine is so small. Yet I feel they look compatible.”
I focused on our hands and noticed that my hand was bigger than hers. Maddie’s little finger then extended, landing right next to mine. I thought of ripping my hand away, but something stopped me. I didn’t want her to touch me; I didn’t want her to be hurt. My touch only ever caused people to be hurt. But I left my hand where it was, our little fingers staring at each other.
“I sometimes imagine what our hands would look like, touching. What they would look like with our fingers intertwined. I wonder if it would make me smile. At times I daydream that it would be something we could do.”
Maddie’s voice was so quiet as she spoke. I couldn’t take my eyes off our hands. I tried to picture in my head what she described. I saw her hand reaching out for mine, but then I thought of how it would make me feel, and I shook my head.
“Our hands can’t ever touch. I can’t… I couldn’t do it.”
Maddie’s lips pulled into a half smile, but water filled her eyes and her voice hitched.
“Why are your eyes filling with water? Why is your voice breaking?” I asked, confused. I had to understand what she was thinking. What she was feeling. I didn’t know, and I had to.
“I am sad, Flame. It makes me sad to know that we can never touch.”
The muscles in my stomach pulled tight with the knowledge that I’d made her sad. Then that warm feeling I’d felt cooled and I no longer felt good. “I don’t want to make you sad. Not you. I just can’t be touched. It makes the flames worse. I can’t touch you.”
“It is okay, Flame,” Maddie said in response, then she looked up at me and added, “Because I cannot be touched by a man either. But I dream about it regardless.”
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Amazon & USA Today Best Selling Author, 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.
Having been born and raised as a Teesside Smoggie, Tillie, at age nineteen, moved forty miles north to the ‘Toon’, Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, where she attended Newcastle University and graduated with a Bachelor of Arts honours degree in Religious Studies. She returned two years later to complete a Post-Graduate Certificate in Teaching High School Social Studies. Tillie, regards Newcastle to be a home from home and enjoyed the Newcastle Geordie way of life for seven ‘proper mint’ and ‘lush’ years.
One summers day, after finishing reading her thousandth book on her much loved and treasured Kindle, Tillie turned to her husband and declared, “D’you know, I have a great idea for a story. I could write a book.” Several months later, after repeating the same tired line at the close of another completed story, she was scolded by her husband to shut up talking about writing a novel and “just bloody do it!” For the first time in eleven years, Tillie actually took his advice (he is still trying to get over the shock) and immediately set off on a crazy journey, delving deep into her fertile imagination.
Tillie, ever since, has written from the heart. She combines her passion for anything camp and glittery with her love of humour and dark brooding men (most often muscled and tattooed – they’re her weakness!). She also has a serious side (believe it or not!) and loves to immerse herself in the complex study of World Religions, History and Cultural Studies and creates fantasy stories that enable her to thread serious issues and topics into her writing — yep, there’s more to this girl than profanity and sparkles!
After six years of teaching high school Social Studies and following her Professional Rugby Player husband around Europe, they have finally given up their nomadic way of life and settled in Calgary, Alberta where Tillie spends most of her days (and many a late night) lost in a writing euphoria or pursuing a dazzling career as a barrel-racing, tasselled-chap wearing, Stetson-sporting cowgirl… Ye-haw!