Title: Heart Recaptured
Series: Hades Hangmen #2

Author: Tillie Cole
Age group: Mature new adult
Genre: MC dark contemporary romance

Release date: 14th December 2014



Even salvation can be delivered through the love of the damned

Beauty can be a curse.

Faith can be a cage.

Only love can set you free.

A few long weeks after being reluctantly ripped from the comforting embrace of her sacred prophets religious communethe only life she has ever knowna terrified Delilah is thrust into a world enveloped by evil and swimming in sin.

Steadfastly devout in her faith, and retaining the deep belief that her soul is innately tarnished as a branded Cursed woman of Eve,Delilah is determined to find her way home to her people in The Order and away from the corrupt and damned outlaw motorcycle clubThe Hades Hangmenwho hold her at their secluded compound for her protectiona 'protection' she strongly resents.

Delilah yearns to return home, convinced that only amongst her own people, and under the holy guidance of the Lords revealed prophet, can her Satan-spawned soul be truly saved. Conditioned her entire life to believe she is a witch... a life-long temptressthe devils whore... Delilah increasingly resents her beautiful face, her shapely body and her sensuous effect on men. But when a man of the motorcycle cluba deeply sinful yet stunningly beautiful manis charged with her care, Delilah begins to see that this dangerous and moralless sinner from the 'outside' may offer her something she did not know could truly exist: unconditional love.

Kyler KyWillis loves his life: a daily abundance of brotherhood, liquor, the freedom of the open road andbest of allhis pick of hot women. Raised a biker brat and now VP of the most notorious MC in the States, Ky has no shortage of club sluts warming his bed; a situation he takes full advantage ofuntil a certain blonde enters his lifea gorgeous pilgrim-blonde he cant get out of his heada pilgrim-blonde he and his club recently rescued from some backward religious cultand a pilgrim-blonde hes been ordered to keep the hell away from and his whorish hands off.

When yet another in a lengthy line of drunken blunders forces Ky to reluctantly take charge of the pilgrim-blondes care, he realizes that there could be more to this woman than just supermodel looks and a stacked set of tits. He begins to see that she could be the woman who could do the impossibletame his wild ways and capture his reluctant heart.

But the unyielding bonds of Lilahs past are strong, her peopledetermined and, with a new Prophet in charge and hell bent on revenge, they are mightily reluctant to let her go...



Excerpt 5

Another tear trailed down Maes cheek. I have no idea how to make her and Maddie want this life. There is no more commune, no more Order. I am unable to help herthem. What will happen to them if they cannot adjust?Her huge wolf eyes focused on me as Styx wiped at her cheeks with his thumb, his nose flaring with protectiveness. I need your help, Ky. Not for you to make this even more difficult. If they left me, I do not knowI do not know…”
Styx turned Mae in his arms and she cried into his chest. His jaw clenched and he glanced in my direction.
Great. He wanted to murder me again.
Running my hands down my face, I jumped to my feet, and Mae lifted her head in surprise.
Ill keep the fuck away from Lilah. I swear,I vowed.
Mae nodded, though her face remained blank. Thank you.
But Styx was still looking at meand I knew that look. He was plotting something. I went to leave the room, when Styx cleared his throat, his infamous take-no-shit look on his face. Styxs hands lifted to sign behind Maes back while her face was still tucked against his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
Go find Lilah. Shell be down by the river or in the apartment. Its the only two places she ever goes. Tell her youre fuckinsorry for practically assaulting her tonight. Right?
I nodded my agreement rather than say it out loud. He obviously didnt want Mae to overhear our conversation.A lift of his finger made me pause again, and I watched a smirk curl on his lips.
Im putting you in charge of her and I aint telling Mae. Lets call it youratonement for being a whore-assed fuck-up.
I rolled my eyes at his shit attempt at a joke, but I could tell my brother wasnt fuckinaround.

Excerpt 6

Cutting through the line of trees at the back of the compound, I followed the dirt path through the thick woods and toward the sound of the river. The pilgrim werent in Styxs apartment above the club, and according to Styx, if she werent there, shed be by the river. Hence, despite being fucked off my face, I was trying to go Boy Scout through the woods.
Only for Styx
It wasnt long before I heard the rushing of the river and I scoured the grassy verge to see where my favorite piece-of-ass Bible Shaker would be. Stumbling along the rivers edge, I drunkenly kicked stones into the water, when I heard a strange wailing sound. Backing away to skirt along the shadowed line of trees, I quietly made my way toward the sound, grabbing my 9mm from the back of my jeans. The closer I got, the louder the high-pitched whining came.
Clicking off the safety, I burst out of the trees and immediately froze in my steps, my gun pointed atLilah?
What. The. Fuck?
Lowering my gun, and tucking it back into the waistband of my jeans, I stared at Lilah flat to the ground, wailing some crazy gibberish shit at an ear-bleeding volume. With a violent jerk of her head, she suddenly began screaming, crying, and throwing her arms in the air, rocking back and forth, mumbling words I couldnt understand. It sounded like a whole lotta consonants jumbled together.
Complete fuckinnonsense.
Id never seen anything like it in my life.
I stood there like a dumbstruck dick, heart pounding, watching her lose her mind beside the river.
Holy shit, shed finally snapped. I had made her snap.
Styx was gonna scalp my ass!
Stepping back, I hid under the heavy cover of trees. Call me insane, but I wanted to be well out of sight of this possessive voodoo shit. Slumping to my ass, my back against a tree trunk, I pulled back a branch and just watched her.
The wailing and crying went on for a fuckinage. At one point her actions became so unnerving I nearly jumped out to grab her, convinced she was having a damn seizure.
But Lilahs wails gradually began to dim, her hands lowered, and I realized Id begun to breathe again. I hadnt noticed Id stopped. Taking long, deep breaths, Lilahs eyes fluttered open; they were red and swollen with all the strain of her crying and the amount of tears shed shed as shed kicked and screamed.

I could guess what my face looked likefucking confused. While I watched her pull herself together, I was sure Viking had slipped me a shroom again without my knowing and I was tripping like a hippie motherfucker at Woodstock, but after what felt like a shittinlifetime watching Lilah roll around on the grass, I realized I was copaceticand Lilah was a full-blown nut job.


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 farmers daughter, her crazy Scottish father, a savagely sarcastic sister and a multitude of rescue animals and horses.


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 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 theyre 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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