Overall: 6/5
Naughty Factor: 4/5
POV: Multi/1st person
Yet another EPIC love story for the Hades Hangmen MC. I love, love, LOVE a good triad love story, and Tillie Cole did a magnificent job of bringing this story to life while still keeping true to the MC feel of the series.
He liked her. I liked her. She liked us both. We lived a fucking strange life, but with Sia, I was sure there was at least a chance we could be something more.
Finding love and keeping it is no feat for a one percenter and the Hades Hangmen live knowing any day could be their last. Each haunted by their own pasts (even their women know life isnât always sunshine and rainbows), these men live a life theyâre willing to die to defend and protect and know theyâll have their brothers by their sides.
Love doesnât see color. Only pure hearts.
With Cowboy and Hush, that brotherhood bond is much stronger than just being MC brothers. With a history that stems from past and present social issues they end up finding the love theyâve longed for in Sia, a forbidden temptation with sass, feistiness and a tough exterior that would put any biker in their place. Being the sister of their VP, they know sheâs off-limits, but they feel a connection to her that overrides any fears they have a retribution from their VP and Prez. She becomes the air they breathe and theyâll let everything go to keep her in their lives.
Even though love created wrecks of us all, it had to beat the barren wasteland that was utter loneliness.
But inside, Sia is just as broken as Hush and Cowboy is the glue that binds them all-the three of them find something truly remarkable and outside the norm, especially in the MC life. The three of them share a deeper understanding of each and it only intensifies their connection and makes it that much more beautiful.
âYou, Cowboy, are the light that chases away the deepest darkness within us when it begins to creep in.â
This was a remarkable story and Tillie Cole told it brilliantly.
Meet the unforgettable characters in one of the most memorable MC series I have ever read… – Hades Hangmen MC series
I glanced over at Hush sitting beside me in the truck, staring out of the window. I tightened my grip on the wheel and shook my head. Iâd known the fucker for years, and I still couldnât believe how he refused to let anyone in but me. Since Ky had told us we were assigned to watch his baby sister, Hush had closed in on himself, as always. Fucking locked himself inside the head that was a damn fortress to breach. And I knew why, but the stubborn asshole was too proud to admit the truth.
I sighed, turning up the radio. But it took about two seconds for me to get bored. I was a loudmouth, I knew it, and the fucking deathly silence from my best friend was killing me. âYou get the stuff I left out for you this morning?â I asked. I knew he had. I watched him pack it, just to be sure. I just wanted to fucking talk. Wanted my friend back to the way he was.
Hushâs shoulders tensed, but then he muttered, âYeah.â
I sighed in defeat, laying my head back on the headrest. We were about five miles out from where Sia lived: a little ranch, in the middle of fucking nowhere. It reminded me of my childhood home. More rustic and less refined, but a ranch was a ranch.
âAt least thereâs a gas station close in case I need hard liquor during all this, hey, mon frère?âHush grunted, but he kept his head away from me. My fucking chest squeezed when I thought of his face this morning. My brother was dog tired. And I knew that shit wasnât good for him. His face looked paler than normal, and his blue eyes were dull as fuck.
Set off a shit-ton of warning bells inside my head. He was thinking too much.
It was Sia.
All of this, the moping, the silence, was because of the beautiful bitch driving alone in the truck up ahead. Fuck, I could barely think of her without wanting to wrap my hand in her long hair and pull her to my fucking mouth. Tasting her tongue, her tits pressed up against my chest. I looked at Hush from the side of my eye and knew the brother did too. Since weâd met her at Kyâs wedding, I knew on the spot I liked the bitch. Her damn sassy mouth, the confidence that oozed from her every move.
Her ass wasnât too bad either.
My lip flicked up in amusement as I thought back to yesterday and the VPâs little âtalkâ he had with me and Hush . . .
âShut the fucking door behind you.â Ky stood at the front of church, arms folded. Styx stood on his right, his face like thunder too. Hush was tense as he trailed behind. He shut the door. I slumped down to my seat and threw my hands up behind my head. I made myself real fucking comfortable.
Hush pulled his chair out. I smirked at his ramrod back as he stared at Ky, waiting for our VP to speak.
I brought my lazy gaze back to Ky and had to fight back a grin at how his eyes narrowed on me. âVP,â I said. âYou wanted to talk to us?â
âDamn fucking right I did.â Ky leaned his hands on the tabletop, palms flat. âNeither of you are gonna go near Sia except to protect her.â Ky got straight to the point. I felt Hush grow more tense. I didnât lower my hands from my head. Iâd known this was coming.
âYou watch her ranch. Take shifts in looking out for any trouble. Not an hour goes by when one of you ainât looking for that cunt, Garcia. Got it?â
âGot it,â I confirmed, just before Hush said, âYeah.â
Kyâs eyes locked on me. âShe is my fucking sister. Not one of you two assholes touches her in any way, got it?â He quickly sobered, and then said, âSheâs been through enough shit at the hands of a man. I ainât gonna tell you the fucking minute details, but she was fucking ruined by that bastard. Ainât even had a date since. Sheâs better on her own.â The cocky smirk I was wearing fell away at that bit of intel. Ky leaned further forward until he was almost at my face. âI will fucking kill anyone who hurts her again. And that ainât a threat.â His eyebrows drew together. âAnd it sure as shit ainât gonna be any of my club brothers. Especially the two sweet-talking Cajuns that have slut pussy creaming over their fucking accents on the daily.â
âOkay, VP,â I said in my thickest Cajun French. Just to see if I could turn Kyâs red face up a few shades more. I saw the guyâs hands roll into fists, but before he could start throwing them my way, Hush put his hand on my arm to tell me to shut the fuck up.
âAinât gotta worry about that, mon frère,â he said. âWe ainât going after your sister. We get it. Sheâs off-limits.â
Ky glared at us. As did Styx. Before Ky left church, he pointed in my face. âYou better be listening to your best friend out there, Cowboy. You donât wanna face me again if I hear youâve been sniffing around my sister.â
I laughed to myself as I thought of the VPâs veins throbbing in his neck, as if he could read my thoughts about his sister on my face. Hush turned around, his brows pulled down. It was a permanent damn feature these days. âTurn that frown upside down, mon frère,â I instructed and pushed my fingers against his lined forehead.
Hush batted my hand away. âWhat the fuck are you laughing at?â
âKy. Yesterday. His fucking tirade. The gris-gris he tried to put on our asses.â
Hush shook his head, exasperated. âWe got it good here at the club. Donât go fucking it up for a piece of pussy.â
I choked on a laugh. âA piece of pussy?â I winked. âThink Iâll tell Sia you said that when we pull up. Sure she wants to hear it.â Hushâs nostrils flared, and his hand went to his thigh and squeezed. It was how he calmed himself down. How I did if I saw it happening before he realized he was losing his shit. Especially in public.
I quickly lost my smile, and I blew out a long breath. âThatâs it though, hey Val? She ainât just any pussy, is she?â
Hush turned to look out of the window again. âShe is, Aub. Thatâs what you canât seem to get through your fucking thick skull.â He shook his head. âYou just wonât let it fucking drop. All the winks and raised eyebrows, the damn tapping of your motherfucking Stetson anytime sheâs mentioned or speaks to us. I told you before, and Iâll tell you again: I ainât interested. Just end your fucking games.â His shoulders tensed. âYou want her that bad? Fuck her. You want my written permission or some shit?â
âFuck you, Hush.â I was a pretty laid-back guy, but him speaking like that raised my forever-dormant rage from a one to a good solid three out of ten. âYou want me flying solo on this one, mon frère? It can be arranged.â He sat there, seething. I just let him. Fucking prick was as stubborn as an ox. First thing I ever noticed about him at sixteen years old.
SYNOPSIS
ONLY BOUNDLESS LOVE CAN SILENCE THE WHISPERS OF THE PAST . . .
A broken woman.
A damaged man.
A free spirit intent on saving them both.
Elysia âSiaâ Willis lives a solitary life. The only person in it is her big brother, Ky, vice-president of the infamous Hades Hangmen. She loves him, but she has absolutely no love for the outlaw MC he belongs to.
Raised in secret by her mother, Sia grew up separated from her brother and distant father. No one knew she even existed.
After the tragic murder of her mother, Sia spiraled into a rebellion against the rules of the Hangmen. A rebellion with dire consequences that now, years later, she still canât escape.
As she lives once again in secret, happy on her own at her secluded ranch, a devil from her past comes calling. A devil who wants to possess her once again and take her from the simple life she never wants to lose.
And he will stop at nothing to collect what he believes is his: her.
Valan âHushâ Durand and Aubin âCowboyâ Breaux have finally found a home in the mother chapter of the Hangmen. The notoriously private Cajun twosome have, for now, put aside what chased them from their beloved Louisiana. But as threats toward the club build, Hush and Cowboy are given a taskâprotect Elysia Willis at all costs. Cowboy welcomes the job of watching over the blond-haired, blue-eyed beauty.
Hush fights against it.
Scarred by events from his past and a secret that plagues his everyday life, Hush refuses to let anyone else get close. Only Cowboy knows the real him. Until a certain sister of the clubâs VP begins to slowly knock down his defenses, shattering the heavily built walls that guard his damaged soul . . . with his best friend leading the charge.
As lost and open hearts begin to meld, taking each other from indescribable pain to the never-before felt relief of peace, the newly-mended threesome must first endure one more rocky path.
Only then will they finally shake free of the shackles of their pasts.
Only then will they shed the bonds that have for too long held their happiness captive.
And there is only one way to survive that path . . . together.
Dark Contemporary MFM Romance. Contains scenes of violence and explicit sexual situations. Over 18âs only.
Tillie Cole hails from a small town in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.
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 doesnât need that extra square of chocolate.
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