#BlogTour Cole by Tijan #5Stars @TijansBooks

Posted March 2, 2017 by Loredana in 2017, 5 Star, Book Review, Contemporary Romance, Mobster, New Release, Our Review, Standalone / 0 Comments

by Tijan
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Mobster

I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.



He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his nameCole Mauricio.

Cole by Tijan is NOW LIVE!

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I shouldnÔÇÖt have remembered him.

He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn’t know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all.

But I could feel him.

The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.

The second time was different.

He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed.

That was just the beginning.

He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name

Cole Mauricio

So let’s set up the litmus test to help you figure out if you’ll want to read this book (it’s all for fun…you really will want to read this book!).

  1. Do you like good writing which grabs you from the first paragraph?
  2. Do hot guys with the allure of danger mixed in with sweetness appeal to you?
  3. Are you drawn to well-written sex scenes which require a panty change?
  4. Does you like Carter Reed?
  5. Did Tijan write it?

If you answered yes to any of the above, I think this book will be a home run for you! ┬áJust when I think Tijan can’t write another book or character to top her previous works, she knocks me on my ass again.

Yes, we finally get the story about Cole (we met him in Carter Reed initially). ┬áHe’s this sweet boy next door that also happen to be the head of the mafia. ┬áTalk about a dichotomy. ┬áHe’s got a complexity to him and such a deep heart, not what I expected when you’re reading a mafia/mobster type book. ┬áThe anticipation of these characters together, their intensity, will have you holding your breath┬ájust to find out what happens next.

If you have yet to fall in love with Tijan, don’t hesitate, do not collect $200…get your copy today. ┬áIf you’re already a fan, this book is so worth the read. ┬áOh, and I mention we get another taste of Carter Reed?

Yeah…all that…5 stars!

Once inside the elevator, I stood to one side, watching him. He returned my gaze.

We still did not touch.

My chest tightened, hoping no one would call the elevator at that moment. We sailed past the lobby, the second floor, and stopped at mine. I put in the code, and the doors opened to my home.

I drew in a breath, filling my lungs again. God, it was time.

Stepping out with shaky knees, I bypassed the light switch. The full moon lit up my entire floor. I went to the kitchen and paused at the island. ÔÇ£Did you want something to drink?ÔÇØ I caught sight of the tequila and wine on the counter. There was more than enough.

Cole stepped up behind me and followed my gaze. ÔÇ£Were you going to have a party?ÔÇØ he asked, his breath coating the back of my neck.

I shivered, closing my eyes for one delicious moment. ÔÇ£I stocked up. I thought a friend was coming over tonight.ÔÇØ

His hand rested on my back, nudging my sweater aside to touch my skin. ÔÇ£He?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£She. Sia.ÔÇØ I looked over my shoulder. He was so close. ÔÇ£She stood me up for a date.ÔÇØ

A faint smile showed. ÔÇ£I need to send her a thank-you card.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Please donÔÇÖt sign it.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Why not?ÔÇØ

I turned around, easing my back against the island. Cole placed his hands on either side of me, trapping me in place.

ÔÇ£Because sheÔÇÖs slightly obsessed with you, though sheÔÇÖs in love with someone else now. She could circle back,ÔÇØ I joked.


ÔÇ£We saw you one night.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£When?ÔÇØ He leaned away, but his hands remained on the counter. It was like he was giving me breathing space on purpose.

ÔÇ£At GianniÔÇÖs. We went there the night I moved in.ÔÇØ

He didnÔÇÖt move, but I could feel him pulling away. A protest started in my head, but I bit back the words. He didnÔÇÖt reply. He was waiting for me instead.

I continued, ÔÇ£You came in with a bunch of men and went upstairs. That was it.ÔÇØ

His eyes narrowed. ÔÇ£Did you talk to anyone?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£What do you mean?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£The staff?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£About you?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£About anything.ÔÇØ

My forehead wrinkled. ÔÇ£Sia networked with the hostess. They exchanged cards. Sia said the girl was a model. She recognized her from the Gala. That was it. Oh, well, another server sat with us for a drink later on. But they mostly talked with Sia about the Gala and about photographersÔÇöstuff like that.ÔÇØ

He relaxed, his hands loosening their hold on the counter. I was scared to ask what he was so worried theyÔÇÖd told us.

ÔÇ£I donÔÇÖt know who you are.ÔÇØ I lifted a hand, placing it on his chest. His heart was racing, just like mine. My mouth parted in surprise. ÔÇ£If thatÔÇÖs what youÔÇÖre worried about.ÔÇØ

He glanced down at my hand and held still. He was thinking something over. I held my tongue, worried it was me, that he was second-guessing this night for us. I wanted to tell him there was nothing to worry about, but it sounded ridiculous. I really had no idea. So I waited it out, my heart pressing against my rib cage.

When he looked back up, the hunger was in his eyes againÔÇödark, primal, and more evident than ever. He took my hand and leaned in, closing the distance between us. With his other hand, he cupped the side of my face. ÔÇ£I wasnÔÇÖt second-guessing this. I want you to know that.ÔÇØ His touch was tender.

ÔÇ£What were you thinking about?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Something else, but it wasnÔÇÖt you.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£This is one of those moments where you wish you could tell me, but you canÔÇÖt? Not yet?ÔÇØ

The corner of his mouth lifted. His eyes moved from mine to my lips. ÔÇ£Something like that, yes.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Mmmm-hmmm,ÔÇØ I started to tease, but then his head dipped down, and his lips were on mine.

I gasped. The pleasure was immediate. His mouth was gentle, but as he felt my bodyÔÇÖs reaction, he applied pressure. His touch grew more demanding, then I was kissing him back. I wanted more. Someone groaned. That was me.

His hand slid around to the back of my neck. He held me in his grip as his mouth explored mine, opening over me and slipping inside. My hands grasped his shoulders, just holding on. All I could focus on was his tongue. I met his with mine and reveled in the sensation. But it wasnÔÇÖt enough. Need shot through my whole body.

My hands slid under his shirt and moved over his back and shoulders. His body was just as powerful as his presence. I felt the shift of his muscles. They trembled under my hands. The feeling was intoxicating. I had power over him, and I wanted more. I wanted to see how much power I actually had.

Pulling back, I studied him.

He was panting lightly. So was I.

I could see him wondering what I was going to do, so I reached back to the counter and started to lift myself. His hands caught the backs of my thighs, and he lifted me the rest of the way. Now sitting on the edge of the island, my legs parted, and he was back between them. His mouth went right to mine.

I couldnÔÇÖt get over what I was doing. I didnÔÇÖt care.

I didnÔÇÖt think I would care the next day, the day after, or however long this lasted. I had no clue. I only knew I had one night. One long night.

About Tijan

I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.


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