Series: Sweet Home #2
Published by Self-Published on 30th January 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
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You met Romeo Prince in the Amazon & USA Today bestselling novel, Sweet Home. Now hear the story from his lips: unbarred, uncensored and raw to the bone.
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.
**Sweet Rome is a New Adult Companion Novel to Sweet Home — contains adult content, sexual situations and mature topics. Suited for ages 18 and up**
REVIEWED BY JOANNE
*An E-Arc was supplied to me in exchange for an honest review*
Ah Rome *sigh* I didn’t think I could love you any more after Sweet Home, but I was wrong.
I have to admit, I was a bit apprehensive about reading this book. I absolutely loved Sweet Home, and when I heard there was going to be another I was really excited. Then when I realized it was a retelling in Rome’s words, I wasn’t sure how Tillie Cole would pull it off. I had read it all before, what could Sweet Rome bring that was different? Well the answer to that is A LOT! Tillie Cole rose above and beyond my expectations.
When the story starts, there’s a flash back to Rome’s childhood, which is so heart-breaking. His sorry excuses for parents were absolutely horrible. I could have cried for the life he had growing up, and yet whatever they did to him, no matter how badly they beat him and belittled him they still couldn’t break him, and I loved that about him. He wasn’t a violent person, he wasn’t a horrible person. Yes, he liked the perks of being the QB but when he fell for Molly, he fell hard. Seeing the story through his eyes gave me a new insight into him. I loved reading how he felt when he first met Molly, and how it threw him the way he felt around her.
“Then she surprised me, gently taking my hand and sitting beside me. As I stared at her small fingers wrapped around mine, I realized this girl was turning into everything I needed but never dreamed of being able to get. On the surface, she was my exact opposite, but deep down, she was getting me like no one ever had before”
Underneath all the confidence and swagger, Rome is still that little boy, with a lot of love to give, waiting for someone to love him back. He has lots of offers, but he knows they’re all just wannabe trophy wives. He wants someone who ‘gets’ him, and Molly is ‘The One’.
I loved reading the events from the first book through a different perspective, although reading the sex scenes through the eyes of a very horny guy whilst standing outside in a very long queue was probably not one of my finest moments. Spending the morning with Rome certainly warmed me up! At least my red cheeks and flustered expression could be put down to the biting wind 😉
There is a lot more to this book than ‘just another version of Sweet Home’. We see what was happening with Rome during the times he wasn’t with Molly. We see the lengths his parents and Shelly went to in order to get him to comply with their scheming. And we also see his devastation when things crumble.
‘I sagged and said brokenly, “Everybody leaves me. Nobody ever has faith in me. I’m never enough… I’m never fuckin’ enough… What is it that makes everybody leave me…? What is it that makes them not love me enough to save me too?” ‘
After reading the first book, I knew where the story ended, so when we got to that part in this book I was ‘chuffed to bits’ (as Molly would say!) to discover that is not where this story would end. Tillie Cole treats us to more! We get a glimpse into the future of Rome and Molly and it was absolutely perfect!
5 stars from this Durham lass!
I snapped my eyes open, body stiffening at the old memory that haunted my dreams, my heart pounding in my chest and my breathing erratic.
It was only a dream… It was only a dream, I told myself over and over again as I pushed my long, sweaty hair from my eyes, breathing in deeply through my nose, trying like hell to calm the fuck down.
My alarm cut through my panic, the bastard thing blaring out its annoying tone at a stupidly high volume.
“Uhh! Bullet, turn it off,” a female voice moaned.
Dreading who I would find next to me this morning, I looked down, following the sound of the voice. Sprawled on my bare chest, was… was… fuck if I knew. Some random chick.
That familiar sick feeling burst in my stomach and I squeezed my eyes shut.
Hell, I needed to stop with the drinking and the fucking. This was my year— time to get serious, no more distractions, no more feeling like shit.
Lifting my head cautiously, I tested the severity of my hangover and winced at the bright morning sun shining through the window. Jesus, what the hell did I drink last night?
The chick groaned again at the movement, and I pushed her off me, her hung-over ass flopping to the mattress as I slid off the edge of my bed, sighing in disgust as I spotted the used rubber still on my dick. Nice.
Looking back, I tried to remember something… anything, a small bit of info about who the hell she was. There was nothing, just fragmented flashes of a party and being led to my room… then sweet. Fuck. All.
Same shit, different day.
I stood, stretching out my arms. Seeing a crumpled red dress on the wooden floor, I picked it up and threw it at Jane Doe’s naked ass. “I’m going to shower. Feel free to let yourself out.”
She muttered something unintelligible and gradually awoke at those words. Doing what I said, she put on her slip of a dress, scooped up her shoes, and smiled in satisfaction as she left the room. “Catch you later, Bullet. It was worth the wait. All the rumors about you were true.”
Hell, treat ’em mean, keep ’em keen. Or be the starting QB for the Tide and do whatever the fuck you like. They still come running back for more. It was a novelty to fuck the great Bullet Prince.
After my shower, I threw on my training shorts and shirt and, grabbing my cleats, headed down the stairs of the frat house. Austin and Reece were already waiting for my lazy ass in the kitchen, so I grabbed my shades off the island and slid them on, flipping a huge fuckin’ bird to Austin, who was laughing at my sorry state as he passed me a protein shake, and we headed out the door.