on March 29th, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
From the USA Today Bestselling Sweet Home Series, comes Sweet Hope.
My name is Ally Prince and I've always been unlucky in love. I don’t know why, I just always… have.
When all of my best friends were falling for their soul mates in College, I was left behind. I was Ally, the pretty cousin of superstar quarterback, Romeo Prince. I was Ally, the best friend to the most amazing group of girls I've ever known—a title I loved, but one I became tired of 'just' being. And I was Ally, the one on which they could all rely.
But to me, I was Ally, the girl with the heart no one had claimed... And I was, Ally, the girl, who underneath it all, was heart-breakingly lonely.
I LOVE love; the thought of it, the nervous excitement of falling for Mr. Right, the desire of someone becoming my entire world... of me becoming theirs. I’ve always wanted passion, heart-stopping, epic, life-changing romance... I’ve always wanted the fairytale… I’ve always wanted it all.
It just never seemed like I would get it.
For the past few years I've thrown myself into my career as a museum curator. I’m the best of the best, the person every museum wants to hire, so when an opportunity came up to move to Seattle, I jumped at the chance. My cousin and my best friend lived in Seattle and I needed a change.
I needed a new beginning.
I wasn't expecting to meet anyone in the Emerald City. I wasn't expecting to work closely with the reclusive new sculptor my all-important gallery design was centered around. And I certainly wasn't expecting to fall for him... heart-stopping, epic, life-changing love...
My real life fairytale come true.
But, like in every fairytale, there’s a villain, a dark and tortured soul... I just didn't know that the villain and the hero in my story would end up being one and the same.
New Adult Romance Novel—contains adult content, sexual situations and mature topics. Suited for ages 18 and up.
What can I say about Tillie Cole that I haven’t already said in all my reviews of her books so far?!?! I am seriously in awe of this woman and her storytelling skills. She is the type of author that just makes you feel and makes you want to stay up all night to finish her books. I think every single one of her books has not only pulled me out of a book funk, and then turned around and put me back in one with a big ole’ book hangover. She is just amazing!
Sweet Hope is the final book in the Sweet Home series and is NOT a stand-alone. In my opinion, this book needs to be read after reading at least the third book in the series, Sweet Fall; this will give you a little more background on the main characters.
“He was living breathing poetry. Not love poetry, but the poetry which tears out your heart, rips it to shreds, pushes it back into your chest, and makes you question what the hell just obliterated your soul.”
Aliyana (Aly) Prince, cousin to football superstar Rome Prince (from Sweet Home and Sweet Rome), is all grown up and working at her dream job as a museum/art curator. When she is given the opportunity to work with the secretive and reclusive up-and-coming sculptor Elpido, she is beyond excited and jumps at the chance. Something about his sculptures speaks to her and they have become a passion of hers. When she meets Elpi, she sees a broken man that she wants to help heal, but she also sees someone extremely special.
Elpi, oh poor sweet, broken Elpi! I fell in love with him almost from the start and he continued to tug at my heart throughout the book. He is a main character that you just want to see saved, but also can feel all the struggles he has gone through in his life.
“Aliyana… if you saw the real me… if you saw straight into my soul, you wouldn’t be sitting here with me now.”
Part of the beauty of this book is keeping its secrets– so my review will be spoiler-free, so that ya’ll can experience the magic of this story firsthand and go into it ‘blind’. Aly and Elip’s story not only grabs your heart, but makes it break over and over again. I don’t know how many times I teared up and just wanted to hug someone. This story and Tillie’s writing is almost poetic, in fact I messaged a friend of mine while reading it and told her she must read this series and Tillie’s books for this exact reason (is my fan-girl and stalker tendencies coming out yet LOL). Not only will you fall in love with this book, but you will enjoy- as I did- seeing what is going on with the other characters from the series. Plus the epilogue was the best! Tille Cole knocked another amazing book out of the park and I can’t wait to see what she comes up with next!!
“The most beautiful art is often born from the most desperate of circumstances.”
Elpi sat up on the bed, the sheet riding low on his hips as he lit up a cigarette and held it between his lips, looking like a darker, more disturbed version of James Dean.
He was living, breathing poetry. Not love poetry, but the poetry which tears out your heart, rips it to shreds, pushes it back into your chest, and makes you question what the hell just obliterated your soul?
I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him as I pulled up my dress over my breasts, his man bun seductively awry, his ripped tattoo-covered abs tensing as his arm moved up and down to hold his cigarette as he inhaled. When he blew out the smoke, small lines etched round his eyes; the severe effect screamed danger. I was completely infatuated with this man.
Elpidio caught me staring as he scratched his nails over the skin on his broad chest. His eyes lit with blatant desire, and he flicked his chin. “Get the fuck outta here or you won’t be going nowhere.”
Exhaling a shuddering breath at his curt demand, I strode to the bed, where Elpi balanced the cigarette on his full bottom lip—an action that was beginning to destroy me at how damn sexy it was.
When I stopped a foot away, Elpi reached out his hand to grip my hips, then jerked me closer until I lay sprawled over his body. Releasing one of his hands, he moved his cigarette from his mouth and blew out the smoke, the thick cloud billowing past my face, the rich tobacco scent mixed with his natural musk eliciting a groan from the back of my throat.
“You’re fucking coming back tonight,” he growled, making sure I knew to obey his command.