Sick Fux- Tillie Cole

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When Ellis Earnshaw and Heathan James met as children, they couldn’t have been more different. Ellis was loud and beautiful – all blond hair, bright laughs and smiles. Heathan was dark and brooding, and obsessed with watching things die.

The pair forged an unlikely friendship, unique and strange. Until they were ripped apart by the sick cruelty of others, separated for years, both locked in a perpetual hell.

Eleven years later, Heathan is back for his girl. Back from a place from which he thought there was no return. Back to seek revenge on those who wronged them.

Time has made Heathan’s soul darker, polluted with hatred and the thirst for blood.

Time has made Ellis a shell of her former self, a little girl lost in the vastness of her pain.

As Heathan pulls Ellis out of her mental prison, reviving the essence of who she once was, down the rabbit hole they will go.

With malice in their hearts and vengeance in their veins, they will seek out the ones who hurt and destroyed them.

One at a time.

Each one more deadly than the last.

Tick Tock.

Dark Contemporary Romance. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, disturbingly sensitive and taboo subjects, offensive language and very mature topics. Recommended for ages 18 and over.

Release Date: 9th October, 2017.

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What I think?

Holy SHITZ look who finally got out of her cave to talk about a fucking book. And what a book it was. I mean seriously, this book was the thing of nightmarish beauty, and I can’t fucking start with it. I read it like a week ago and I’m still reeling, and if that doesn’t tell you how freaking good it was, then babe you gotta reset your standards.

Let me start with Cole. I think we’re all aware that I’m a complete slut for her, I’ll read anything and everything she writes- even if it’s shit. Because COLE HAS WRITTEN IT! And I’m a FAN. Fuck that, I’m actually more than that, but this book! It was something else. Entirely.

Now that we’re done with that, let me talk about the story. I can find just one word for it-

D-I-S-T-U-R-B-I-N-G

Like seriously, this was easily the most fucked up shit I’ve read. And I’ve read a lot of those. And I’m not talking the god kind of disturbing, I’m talking about the kind of disturbing that makes you hate the world. So yeah, while I don’t give a trigger warning easily, this has big red glaring TRIGGER WARNINGS all over it. People heed it, because even I was on the verge of putting it down. And that should tell you something.

And just because of that, I’m going to be kind of vague about the story because you need to experience this book on your own, not after I have already spoiled stuff for you.

So let’s fall into the rabbit hole..

The first time we meet Ellis and Heathen, he was picking out butterfly wings because he wanted to see how it died. And that is just where I knew that I was hooked. Just like Heathen and Ellis were. Ellis was in love with Heathen’s darkness, and Heathen had fallen into Ellis’s make believe world of Alice in the Wonderland. And then this entire rest of the book takes place in the Wonderland, if Wonderland was the most fucked up place imaginable people.

I think what hit me the hardest in this book was not just the intense abuse, and the graphic scenes, but the way Cole had incorporated the entire Lewis Carroll cast. Alice in the Wonderland was a childhood favorite of mine, and how real, and close this book feels to the original only made it all the more creepy and impacting for me.

There were instances in the book where I felt that Heathen/Rabbit’s character had not been explained properly, but then I think that that was exactly what kept the mystery going for me. The Rabbit coming to rescue Alice from the room of doors, and then Alice’s battle with the Jaberwocky.. god those scenes just about killed me with their significance. And then Alice/Dolly exclaiming that Ellis had died..? B.U.R.Y  M.E. Because I wanted to cry for the girl who had lost everything and then avenged herself just to free herself. Chills people. CHILLS.

I honestly can’t say anymore about this book without giving anything away, other than, read this book if you can handle a little gore, a lot too much of abuse, and two people who took their fate by it’s neck and held a knife to it’s jugular vein and then threatened to slowly torture it like it had tortured them if it didn’t do their biding.

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

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—Excerpt—

Rabbit turned off the country road we were on and pulled onto a dirt path. Bushy tree branches curled above us to create a tunnel. I leaned my head back and caught the last rays of sun slicing through the leaves. When I lifted my head I saw a building up ahead. A house made from wood stood before us.

Rabbit pulled the car to a halt. There were no sounds coming from this house. No screams or crying. Everything was just . . . silent.

Rabbit’s hands slid from the wheel, and without looking at me, he said, “This is where we’ll be staying for the next several days.”

I leaned forward and looked out of the window. “Your home?”

He shook his head. “The first stop on our adventure.” I looked at him and found his silver eyes were already on me. “We have many stops to go.”

My heart fluttered in nervous excitement. “And this is number one . . .” I whispered, more to myself than Rabbit.

Rabbit opened his door. I was still staring at the woods surrounding this place when my car door opened too. Rabbit stood, rabbit-headed cane in hand, waiting for me to leave the car. I swallowed back the nerves that were creeping up my throat and stepped out. The ground crunched beneath my shoes.

“This way.” Rabbit held his arm out toward the house. I fell into step beside him. I glanced all around us, searching for any sign of people. As if reading my mind, Rabbit said, “There is just you and I here for now. We will meet more people when our journey truly begins.”

“It has not begun?”

Rabbit led us to a wooden door and paused. Gripping the head of his cane tighter, he faced me and said, “Soon, darlin’. Before we go, we must prepare.” He opened the door. “But first . . . tea.”

My breath caught in my throat. Beyond the threshold lay the most perfect tea-party spread one ever did see. “Rabbit!” I gasped. My hands flew to my mouth. I took a step forward into the house and onward into the magical room just beyond. As I passed Rabbit I looked up to see him watching me. I moved swiftly to the long table in the center of the wooden-paneled room, and my eyes widened as I beheld the spread. A white tablecloth lay over the table. Tall seats were positioned around it—eight to be exact—and at each seat was set a plate, a teacup and a saucer. I ran my hand over the cloth and smiled at the silver-domed dishes in the center of the table. I looked behind me to find Rabbit, but he was nowhere in sight.

Turning back to the table, I lifted the first silver dome to peek at what was underneath. My mouth watered when I saw strawberry tarts. Smiling in excitement, I skipped to the next. Victoria sponge. Desperate to see them all, I removed each cover—cucumber sandwiches, Bakewell tarts, Battenberg cake, carrot cake . . . so much cake! All of England’s finest delicacies.

My favorites.

A floorboard creaked behind me, and I turned to see Rabbit walking back into the room. I opened my mouth to ask him where everything came from, but then I spotted what he held in his hands.

“Tea?” I asked as Rabbit placed the silver tray, which held a teapot, a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar, on the table. I walked closer and closed my eyes as I inhaled deeply. “Earl Grey,” I whispered, smelling my absolute favorite tea in the entire world.

“Only ever Earl Grey for my little Dolly,” Rabbit confirmed and pulled out a chair for me. I sat down, and Rabbit tucked me in. He took the seat a few places down and gestured to the food. “Help yourself. After all, this tea party is in your honor.”

A giddy laugh escaped my throat as I reached forward and carefully selected a variety of cakes and sandwiches. When I had filled my plate, I took the teapot and poured myself a cup. Rabbit watched me with a peculiar look on his face. His lip was hooked at the corner, and his eyes were . . . soft. His eyes were never soft, always hard and focused, but as he looked at me now, they were almost gentle.

I swallowed, unsure what this strange feeling in my stomach was. I pressed my free hand to my stomach as a comfort against the strange tingling sensations inside. “Tea?” I offered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Rabbit nodded; not a word escaped his mouth. His gaze became more intense as I moved beside him and poured the steaming liquid into his cup. As my arm neared him, I felt him stiffen in his seat. Only a sliver of air prevented our limbs touching. His breathing grew labored as he watched me pour.

But we didn’t touch.

Clearing my throat, I placed the teapot back on the tray and moved to take my seat once again. Just as I took a step, an image floated into my head. Of me and Rabbit. Lips touching.

My entire body tensed.

I heard Rabbit’s ragged breathing behind me. Goosebumps broke out along my body, chasing one another up my arms and up to the back of my neck. Shaking my head clear of the image, I sat back down.

I raised my eyes and found Rabbit watching me intensely. I lifted my teacup toward my lips. Rabbit did the same, but just as the lip of the teacup almost reached his mouth, I shouted, “Rabbit!” He froze. “Your little finger!” I scolded. I lowered my cup and shook my head. “You cannot drink tea without raising your little finger, silly!”

Rabbit exhaled, then bowed his head. “You’re right, darlin’. How could I forget?”


About the author:

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.

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