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.
The first time I met Heathan James he was picking the wings off a butterfly. When I asked him why, he turned his light gray eyes my way and said, “Because I want to watch it die.”
I watched as his gaze rolled back to the squirming wingless insect in his hand. Watched his lips part as the sad creature withered and died in his palm. A long, soft breath escaped his parted lips, and a victorious smile tugged on his mouth.
I once heard of the theory that the simple flutter of a butterfly’s wings, a tiny perturbation, that merest whisper of movement in the air, could start the process of building something much bigger; a tornado, devastating thousands. A tsunami crushing iron-heavy waves onto sandy shores, obliterating everything in its path.
As I looked back on the moment we met, this introduction to Heathan James, the man who became my entire world, the pulsing marrow in my bones, I wondered if his deadly act of ripping the wings from the bright blue-and-black butterfly started such a perturbation in our lives. Not a tsunami or a tornado caused by a simple flutter, but something much darker and more sinister, caused by stripping a beautiful creature of its ability to fly, to thrive. A path of destruction no one saw coming; the sweetest, most violent deaths carried out with the gentlest of smiles on our faces and the utmost hell in our hearts.
Heathan James was never the light in my life, but instead a heavy eclipse, blotting out the sun and anything bright, bringing with him endless, eternal night and murderous tar-black blood pumping through my veins.
Heathan James was the genesis of my soul’s reawakening . . . a soul not meant for peace, but one handcrafted for death and murder and blood and bones . . .
Soulmates forged in fire, under the watchful gaze of Satan’s mocking eyes.
Just a couple of sick fux . . .
4 – 4.5 Stars ~ Reviewed by Klaire Sutherland on behalf of KFF
Sick Fux is an extremely dark book in terms of subject and content. I would advise you to HEED the graphic warning the author has at the front of the book and decide if it’s for you or not. I’m no stranger to these kinds of stories, it’s often difficult to find a good, meaty read that makes you think twice about what you are reading. All too often an author will say this is ‘dark’ and I end up disappointed because it is in fact a shade of grey and not black, the way I like them. However, Tillie Cole’s Sick Fux sits right on that dark/black line. It’s not a taboo read by any means but the subject matters are difficult to digest at times.
To say this book is clever, is an understatement. The plot is intricate in places, yet simple at other times. Sick Fux is a love story you probably won’t have ever read before. In all its messed up-glory, there are sparks of sunshine and love that give the reader a semblance of hope for both Dolly and Rabbit. Heathen and Ellis were doomed from the start, but from those characters; born were two utterly complicated beings, who are dragged into their own little world. Both are slightly mad, if not ‘off their rockers.’ And that ties in beautifully with the fairy tale of this book. Tillie’s character development was second to none, she captured both Dolly and Rabbit beautifully and conveyed that to the reader so, so well.
The first few chapters of Sick Fux are heartbreaking – in every capacity. I started reading this at 11pm, and it was the worst thing to do. Tillie Cole sucks the reader right down the rabbit hole in those few chapters, creating the catalyst for what’s to come. I felt that up to chapter four was the best of this book, a really strong start that hooks the reader in completely. I’m not saying the book dived from there – it didn’t – but I was hard pushed to find the same emotion from there on until I came to the last few chapters.
I had some technical issues with this book, like some things felt like repetition and such. While Tillie Cole penned some amazing and awe-inspiring sentences, I found some to be just ok. Felt that there were places where it could have been better. At times it read a little lazy and I didn’t understand why when so much of the writing was top class. The intensity of the story dropped a little through the middle for me. I expected to devour this book, struggle to put it down, but that was not the case. As much as the story pulls the reader from beginning to end with its fast pace, I found it all too easy to put it down and pick it back up again. Finally – the emotion. It’s there, but for me it was sparse, beginning and end being the two places I felt something more. With a book like Sick Fux I really would have liked to have felt that emotional connection the length of the book.
Did I enjoy it? Oh yeah, Sick Fux delivered on the promise of a dark read. The author managed no problem, weaving a beautifully clever and intricate piece of work. Her storytelling is quite stunning in this book. Sick Fux should romp up the charts with ease. For me though, it could have been a little ‘more.’ Highly recommended to those that like their reads with a whole lot of blood and gore. But please – heed that warning. This book is not for everyone.
Signed Copy of Sick Fux, $50 Gift Card to Amazon or iTunes, and Book Swag
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.