Title:
Souls Unfractured
Series:
Hades Hangmen #3
Age group:
New Adult
Genre: Dark
Contemporary Romance
"For fractured souls are like magnets.
Drawn to collide into an impossible bliss…"
Labeled a ‘Cursed’ woman of Eve from birth, Maddie has endured
nothing but pain and repression at the hands of The Order’s most abusive elder,
Moses. Now living with her sister in The Hangmen’s secluded compound, finally,
Maddie, is free. Free from the suffocating faith she no longer believes in.
Free from endless years of physical and mental torment.
Just… free…
At age twenty-one, the timid and shy Maddie is content to live
within the confines of her new home—safe from the outside world, safe from harm
and, strangely, protected by the Hangmen’s most volatile member; the heavily
pierced and tattooed, Flame.
Flame.
The man who ceaselessly watches over her with his midnight dark
and searing eyes. The man who protects her with a breath-taking intensity. And
the man who stirs something deep within her numbed heart.
But when circumstances conspire for Flame to need HER help,
Maddie bravely risks it all for the broken man who has captivated her fragile
soul.
The Hangmen’s most infamous member, Flame, is ruled by one thing—anger.
Plagued by haunting demons from his past, an all-consuming rage, and isolated
by an abhorrent hatred of being touched, Flame's days are filled with
suffocating darkness, pierced only by a single ray of light—Maddie. The shy,
beautiful woman he cannot purge from his thoughts. The woman he has an
overwhelming need to possess…
... the only person who has ever been able to touch him.
Flame’s mission in life is to protect Maddie, to keep her safe.
Until a trigger from his troubled past sends him spiraling into madness, trapping
him in the deepest recesses of his disturbed mind.
His Hangmen brothers fear that Flame is beyond saving.
His only hope of salvation: Maddie and her healing light.
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I couldn’t take my eyes off his face. I had never
looked at men. After what I had endured at the hands of males, I could not
think of them as handsome. I had given no thought to the matter at all. I
simply did not think like that. I had never felt butterflies in my stomach. I
had never felt my heart flutter, had never felt myself losing my very breath. When
Lilah and Mae would talk of Ky and Styx, when they would blush just describing
their love’s faces, eyes, lips, I did not comprehend.
But standing here, over Flame, right now,
staring at his anguished face—his sharp features: slightly crooked nose, full lips,
dark short beard, and those soulful eyes, those incredibly long black lashes—a feeling
previously unknown to me bloomed in my heart, filling me with light. With an
incredible heat. This close, I felt a tension spark between us. I felt
something magnetic.
I… I wanted him as my
own. In this moment, seeing the man who had become the center of my world,
breaking, I wanted nothing more than to save him. To gift him the peace he so
richly deserved, even if it meant sacrificing my newly-awakened heart in the
process.
On a loud hiss, Flame’s body stiffened.
My grip tightened on the handle of the knife. It felt like a ton weight in my
hand, but I knew what I had to do. For Flame, I told myself, You must do
this for Flame.
Steadying my shaking grip, I raised the blade,
leaving it suspended it in the air. I inhaled deeply, then looked down at
Flame. His beautiful eyes stalked me. With tears filling my eyes, I whispered, “Flame…
I know you are lost
right now, but I want to save you. I want to save you as you have so often
saved me.” I swallowed the lump clogging my throat and continued. “I know you want
eternal peace, but… but… I cannot…
I cannot take your
life.”
Tears streamed from
my eyes, but I lowered my mouth to a few inches from his ear. “I know the flames
pain you greatly. And I know you live with pain. I know you no longer want to
live. I…”
I sniffed back my
emotions as Flame became eerily still. “I have been there too. I have felt the
urge to fade, to never wake again. But then something happened to me. Someone
happened to me… You.”
Flame’s erratic breathing blew against the hair
falling over my face, but he did not move. His body was completely and utterly
still.
Rearing back slightly, I searched his
glazed eyes and prayed to the Almighty that he was seeing me. That he could
hear my words. I itched to run my fingers through his hair, like I had seen Mae
do to Styx, but I held back.
“I have watched you, Flame. I have watched
you as you have watched me. And I have seen you free the flames. I have counted
with you from my window as you have administered the slashes to your flesh,
releasing what you believe runs within you.” My legs began to
shake as I lifted the knife, and lined up the blade over his arm. “I will not take
your life, but I will help you release the flames. I will stay here with you,
in this room, until you come back to me.”
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.
Stalk
Tillie Cole:
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