BLOG TOUR - RAZE BY TILLIE COLE
Author: Tillie Cole
Age group: Mature new adult
Genre: Dark contemporary romance
Release date: 30th December 2014
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To take back life, one must first face death...
One man stripped of his freedom, his morals...his life.
Conditioned in captivity to maim, to kill and to slaughter, prisoner 818 becomes an unremorseful,
unrivaled and unstoppable fighter in the ring. Violence is all he knows. Death and brutality are the
masters of his fate.
After years of incarceration in an underground hell, only one thought occupies his mind:
revenge...bloody, slow and violent revenge.
Revenge on the man who lied.
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Revenge on the man who wronged him.
Revenge on the man who condemned him and turned him into this: a rage-fueled killing machine.
A monster void of humanity; a monster filled with hate.
And no one will stand in the way of getting what he wants.
One woman stripped of her freedom, her morals...her life.
Kisa Volkova is the only daughter of Kirill ‘The Silencer’ Volkov, head of the infamous ‘Triad’
bosses of New York's Russian Bratva. Her life is protected. In reality, it’s a virtual prison. Her
father’s savage treatment of his rivals and his lucrative and coveted underground gambling
ring—The Dungeon—ensures too many enemies lurk at their door.
She dreams to be set free.
Kisa has known only cruelty and loss in her short life. As manager of her father’s death match
enterprise, only grief and pain fill her days. Her mafia boss father, in her world, rules absolute. And
her fiancé, Alik Durov, is no better; the Dungeon’s five-time champion, a stone-cold killer, the
treasured son of her father’s best friend, and her very own—and much resented—personal guard.
Unrivaled in both strength and social standing, Alik controls every facet of Kisa’s life, dominates
her every move; keeps her subdued and dead inside...then one night changes everything.
While working for her church—the only reprieve in her constant surveillance—Kisa stumbles
across a tattooed, scarred, but stunningly beautiful homeless man on the streets. Something about
him stirs feelings deep within her; familiar yet impossibly forbidden desires. He doesn’t talk.
Doesn’t communicate with anyone. He’s a man beyond saving, and a man she must quickly
forget...for both their sakes.
But when weeks later, out of the blue and to her complete surprise, he’s announced as the
replacement fighter in The Dungeon, Kisa knows she’s in a whole lot of trouble. He’s built, ripped
and lethally unforgiving to his opponents, leaving fear in his wake and the look of death in his eyes.
Kisa becomes obsessed with him. Yearns for him. Craves his touch. Needs to possess this
mysterious man...this man they call Raze.
“God bless you, child… God bless you… You always take such good
care of me.”
I smiled at the old man as he delved into his care package,
immediately eating the ham sandwich that was tightly wrapped in saran
wrap. He had been here at this spot for years. Well, I corrected myself, at
least the three years I’d been serving with the church. Pav said this old man
had probably been living on these streets for at least three decades. He
always hid down here in this small alley, like a scared mouse afraid to leave
his hole. I’d snuck away from my group against orders, but I couldn’t leave
him without his food parcel. Something about this old man spurred me on to
save him. He always looked so… broken, so sad.
I could relate.
“Kisa? Kisa, where are you?” A distant voice attracted my attention. I
instantly recognized it as that of Pavel.
Glancing down to check on the old man, I smiled when I noted he was
wrapped up in warm blankets and buried under a mass of boxes hiding him
Rolling my eyes, I groaned when Talia’s frantic voice joined that of
Glancing toward the growing gathering of volunteers at the end of the
long alleyway, I started to jog their way, when suddenly, a scruffy, bearded
man ghosted out of the darkness, tripping me to the warm, wet ground with a
deliberately outstretched foot.
With no time to scream, I hit the ground, my palms scraping against
rough asphalt. Suddenly, my attacker's weight pressed down on my back as
he tried to snatch my purse. He stank of alcohol and stale body odor. I
fought back a retch. I didn’t recognize him as one of the homeless who
frequented this alley. And he had absolutely no idea whose daughter he was
“No! Get off me! Help!” I tried to scream, but the man's weight on my
back stole my voice from sounding out in the empty alley. The volunteers
hadn’t seen me here being attacked, too far out of sight in the darkness to
witness the crime.
My attacker kept yanking on my arm, making me see spots. I tried to
free my arm from its place underneath my stomach, to release my purse, but
it was trapped.
Then I abruptly stilled as I felt a sharp blade caress the side of my
“Hand over your purse, bitch, or I’ll cut your fucking throat,” the low-
toned voice ordered, but I couldn’t free my arm. Fear spread through my
The blade pressed farther into my neck, and I closed my eyes,
expecting the worst. Suddenly, I heard a deep roar and my attacker was
hauled off me, his strangled protest muting mid-wail as a crunching sound
echoed around the towering walls of the alley.
Frantically crawling forward to escape the noise, I scrambled to my
knees and flipped over on to my ass… and immediately stopped breathing at
the scene before me.
My attacker was pinned against the wall as a huge hooded man
pounded his face and stomach with clenched fists. I couldn’t take my eyes
away. The hooded man was relentless, each punch delivered with precision,
his chest heaving in excitement and his feet rocking from side to side as he
relished the outlet for his aggression. He was enjoying the fight… He was
getting off on violence…
I recognized the signs from watching Alik rip apart his victims in the
Crawling to the wall of the alley, I used the hard brick to stumble to
my shaking feet and whipped my head to the hooded man.
I shuffled to my feet, my eyes never leaving the hooded man who now
had his hands on the man’s jaw.
As I realized what he was about to do, I lurched forward and shouted,
“No!” But with a sharp jerk of his large hands, a loud snap ricocheted off the
walls. My attacker’s lifeless body dropped to the ground at my feet—neck
I stared at the unmoving body. Death didn’t usually faze me. I’d seen
many dead bodies in my lifetime, more than most undertakers see in their
whole careers, but the ease with which the hooded man killed filled me with
fear and dread. It was obvious he had killed before; no first-timer was that
smooth in the kill.
My eyes drifted up to the hooded killer, who was eerily still. He faced
his victim, fists clenched at his sides, his packed chest rhythmically rising
and falling under the sweatshirt that clung to his heavily muscled torso.
He was close to me. So close that I could feel the heat radiating in
waves from his body. My breathing was labored and I wanted to get the hell
out of here. But I couldn’t move, caught in hypnotic rapture as I stared at the
strange man who loomed menacingly before me.
He took a step forward, my body bracing for attack, then he took
another step closer. My back hit the wall as I drew back in fear, and the
hooded man took one final step until he was almost flush against my chest.
My eyes were wide as I stared at his dark form and my breath came
slow at the close proximity. The hooded man never moved, just stood still
before me like a statue.
He was huge; wide and tall. Only the bottom half of his face was in
view—his full lips, his stubbled, strong jaw… the bare top of his wide chest,
demonic-looking tattoos covering his beautifully defined high pecs.
His head tilted up and more of his face hove into view. My heart
began to pound harder as I waited to see his face, but the material from his
hood hung low, shielding his eyes.
I watched as the man’s teeth ran over his bottom lip. Mustering a
modicum of bravery and clearly defying all of Alik’s rules, I cautiously
edged forward and blurted, “You… you saved me.”
My hands were shaking, my legs and voice, weak, and as dangerous
as this man seemed, his body too tense and rigid, my fear waned. It seemed,
as we stood here toe to toe, he wanted to study me, be closer to me.
The hooded man’s jaw tightened and his head tilted to the side, as if
contemplating what I’d said. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, his aura
animalistic, feral, yet it somehow… wasn’t.
I couldn’t explain it.
Amazon & USA 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
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
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
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...
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