One shy lost
soul.
One silent lonely heart.
One love to save
them both.
Life has never
been easy for twenty-year-old Levi Carillo. The youngest of the Carillo boys,
Levi is nothing like his older brothers. He isn’t dark in looks or intimidating
to everyone he meets. In fact, he’s quite the opposite. Haunted by a crippling
shyness and the tragic events of his past, Levi spends his days with his head
buried in his books, or training hard for his college football team. Too timid
to talk to girls, Levi stays as far away as possible and completely on his own…
until he saves the life of a troubled pretty blonde, a troubled pretty blonde
that might just be the exception to his rule.
Elsie Hall is homeless.
Or at least that’s all anyone ever sees. Everyday is a fight for survival on
the cold streets of Seattle, everyday a struggle to find food and keep warm.
Alone in life—a life that’s dangerous and cruel—her will to keep going is an
ever-losing battle. In her world of silence, Elsie has given up hope that her
life will contain anything but constant struggle and pain… until the beautiful
boy she has severely wronged comes to her rescue at precisely the right time.
New Adult novel—contains
sexual situations and mature topics. Suited for ages 18 and up.
My Review 5 stars and then some...
I am sad to think about this being the last book in the Sweet Home Series. I fell in love with the first book in this series Sweet Rome and therefore fell in love with Tillie's words. This book took me to a whole new place. Meeting Tillie is on my bucket list.
Levi...my dear sweet Levi, my heart bled for this boy. For a young man who had a rough start in life and now has two famous brothers and a football career that will take him to the NFL, he is incredibly shy. But this one girl, something about her speaks to him and no matter how nervous he is, he knows she is like him. He can't explain it but he is drawn to her and for him it takes him off guard.
"I don't know what you don't speak, you might not want to say. But I like you, Elise. I more than like you. You're the only girl I've ever been able to speak to." He took a deep breath, "And I'd love to know you more."
I love Elise. Her story brought out the mother in me and I wanted nothing more than to keep her safe. I wish I could tell you more about her but I am afraid it will spoil the emotions you will feel while reading. I couldn't think of any two people meant for one another than, Levi and Elise. Tillie blended these characters and made a love story written in the stars.
"Because I was pretty sure that my home was beginning to look like it was with this sweet soul-wherever it may be."
Levi...my dear sweet Levi, my heart bled for this boy. For a young man who had a rough start in life and now has two famous brothers and a football career that will take him to the NFL, he is incredibly shy. But this one girl, something about her speaks to him and no matter how nervous he is, he knows she is like him. He can't explain it but he is drawn to her and for him it takes him off guard.
"I don't know what you don't speak, you might not want to say. But I like you, Elise. I more than like you. You're the only girl I've ever been able to speak to." He took a deep breath, "And I'd love to know you more."
I love Elise. Her story brought out the mother in me and I wanted nothing more than to keep her safe. I wish I could tell you more about her but I am afraid it will spoil the emotions you will feel while reading. I couldn't think of any two people meant for one another than, Levi and Elise. Tillie blended these characters and made a love story written in the stars.
"Because I was pretty sure that my home was beginning to look like it was with this sweet soul-wherever it may be."
I enjoyed every word in this book. Tillie created a series of books that will forever stay with me.
EXPERT
“It’s me, I’m back,” I said
loudly as I approached, trying not to startle her. The girl didn’t move, and
for a minute, pure panic surged through my veins that something was very wrong.
But when my feet stopped
before her, she jumped, a hoarse cry leaping from her throat. I stepped back,
as those huge blue eyes fixed on mine. Her breathing was erratic. Droplets of
sweat ran down her cheeks.
“Sorry, I called out that it
was me. You didn’t hear.”
The girl weakly pulled the
scarf off her neck, the skin underneath flushed and red. When she looked at my
handful of goods her eyes widened. Taking it as my chance to explain, I
crouched down and held out the coffee with cream and sugar. The girl’s brow
furrowed, causing me to prompt, “It’s for you.”
She swallowed, and my cheeks
heated with nervousness at the look of sheer gratitude on her face. Clearly
seeing I wasn’t lying, she fought to straighten her weak body and sat further
up against the wall. I resisted the urge to help her as she fought for breath.
But I stayed back. She’d just been attacked. She didn’t want my touch, even if
it was kindly meant.
The girl’s hand lifted up. I
thought she was taking the coffee, until her hand landed on her large hood and
she slowly pulled it back to reveal her face.
She kept her eyes downcast and
ran her tongue over her broken lips. My breathing was held captive in my
throat, until she looked up and I released the pent up breath. I could see that
she wasn’t as young as she looked. Something in her eyes told me she was near
my age, which I quickly realized would make it almost impossible to get her
help. She wasn’t underage. I couldn’t make her go anywhere she didn’t want to.
The silence between us became
thick and stagnant. I pushed the cup forward to her hand. The girl, regarding
the cup like it was a lifeline, slowly reached out and took in her frail grasp.
For a moment I thought she might drop the large cup and I steadied the bottom
so it didn’t spill.
As my hand balanced the
coffee, I could feel the magnitude of her trembling. Placing my coffee down on
the ground, I shuffled forward helping her bring the coffee to her lips. As the
first taste of the liquid hit her lips, her eyes closed and she took in a
stuttered labored breath.
“You okay?” I asked quietly.
The girl opened her eyes. Her head tipped to the side, studying my face. She
hadn’t heard me. Clearing my throat again, I repeated, “Are you okay?”
The girl watched my lips, and
flickering her focus back on my eyes, she gently nodded her head. Helping her
rest the coffee on her bent knee, I leaned back, then passed over the bag of
food. I realized that she was intently watching my mouth as I lifted the bag
and deliberately said, “Sandwiches and cookies.” My cheeks blazed under her
attention, and my stomach tightened with nerves. This was the most I’d ever
spoken to a girl in my life, and it seemed that she was even more introverted
than me.
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.
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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!
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