Raze by Tillie Cole
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.
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.
|5 One Of The Best Books I’ve Read All Year Stars
Raze by Tillie Cole is her latest standalone novel.
I’m a lucky little bunny and I was given a copy of Raze in exchange for an honest review.
I’m a massive fan of Tillie Cole and to my knowledge I’ve read all of her published work. So when the email came through about an Arc of Raze I instantly jumped at the chance and the form was filled in before I even read the blurb. Given my fangirl status I figure I love this author, I will love this new book.
And then I was putting together the promo post for my blog and I reread the blurb and the excerpts and I had a full blown panic!!
This is a DARK Romance, now I’m all for a bit of the dark side but just recently anything I’ve read that has been described as dark elements has scared the crap out of me.
Understandably I was a bit leery at if I could stomach, rape scenes and torture and abuse so I’ve put off reading this book until the absolute last minute (It’s the 28thof Dec and my review is due 30th Dec).
It’s 2am on the 29th and I just finished this book, I had to read it tonight the idea of not finishing it was unthinkable!! I’m crying!! And thinking Gemma your such an idiot!!! This is a Tillie Cole book so yes it might be dark and violent but it’s got a love story that will turn you inside out and break your heart!!
I’m crying so much I’m struggling to type, but I need to do this now while it’s still fresh in my mind.
Raze is one of the most warped, horrifying, beautiful, soul clenching love stories I’ve ever read. I will never forget this story, this love will be one that sticks in my mind, that I can’t romanticise but it’s so poignant that that it will haunt me forever.
Writing a review without giving away any spoilers is going to be nigh on impossible so I apologise for my vagueness.
Raze is a monster that was once a boy. And this book allows its readers to witness his journey back to his humanity. To say that we are reading a story just doesn’t seem appropriate enough, because once you start this book you are no longer reading, you are immersed into this violent, disturbing world where right and wrong have blurred. Good and evil are not clear cut, but the one thing that is pure and clean in this horrifying universe? Love truly Conquers All.
For me a romantic through and through this is a love story. I can overlook the death and violence and say that revenge is just Karma writing a few wrongs because as far as I’m concerned this story is about two lost souls reuniting.
I’m still crying lol god I’m an idiot!!!
This story touched my soul, Tillie Cole you are an evil genius and you get me every time.
If I could give Raze 6 stars I would but as I can’t I’m going to give it a massive 5 stars and carry on crying.
Alik wrapped his arms round my waist and pulled me to his damp chest, the impact robbing me of my breath. He held me in place by the back of my head.
“You’re gonna make the perfect wife, Kisa. I’ve been wanting you in my bed, sleeping beside me, for too fucking long. I hate sending you back to your father every night, not being able to fuck you for hours, tying you to the bed, making you scream, making you bow down to my every command… fuck you until you can’t walk. Been wanting to fully own you, to possess you, to release you from the Pakhan’s grip and have you under my complete control… for toofucking long.”
Alik loosened his grip on my hair, his harsh blue eyes losing their anger for the briefest of moments.
“Yeah,” he replied. Slapping me hard on the ass, he pressed a bruising, owning-me kiss to my swollen lips. Alik swiftly broke away and, walking back to his bedroom, shouted over his shoulder, “Serge is downstairs. He’ll take you to church.” I relaxed but stiffened when he ordered, “Only after you change. Don’t you dare go out looking like that. I’ll seriously lose my fucking shit if you do!”
“I won’t. I love you, baby. Always,” I blurted. This stopped Alik in his tracks.
He turned, jerked his chin, a flicker of a smirk curling his upper lip, and he said, “Myshka, I love you too.”
My shoulders sagged with relief at his show of affection. I calmed. It was during these tender moments that I glimpsed the small amount of humanity in Alik. These were the moments I cherished. Even as children, Alik was uptight, always angry, always wanting to inflict pain on others; he frequently did on other kids. His papa had raised him to be this way. I understood it; it was how Brava men had to be raised. But years of fighting and killing in The Dungeon had hardened him to the point where the kinder side of his personality grew weaker and weaker, the dark steadily and surely blotting out any light that remained. In this Bratva life, and with what Alik did for a living, it was essential he be this way. However, I wished his softer side would linger a little longer.
It was stupid of me and, to others, inexplicable. But I loved Alik in my own way, well, as much as my shredded heart would allow. I wanted him to have peace. He was so tormented… so dark inside that I just wanted to help ease that.
Lost in Alik’s light, beautiful smile, my heart soared, floating on a loving hope that I would see some good in him, that I’d finally got through to him, but my reverie soon dissipated when, as always, his brief moment of gentleness was overwhelmed by harshness.
Alik’s insane desire to possess me came to the fore as he warned, “Anyone even looks at you tonight or even speaks to you, you tell me. And act appropriately. Don’t speak to men… only Father Kruschev. Don’t want my woman looking like a whore. ”
I nodded dutifully. His eyes narrowed as they drank in my body. “Wear something that covers you, all of you. I don’t wanna have to kill some fucker for staring at your tits. You’ve got to think about these things, Myshka. When you’re my wife, when I own you completely, there’ll be no mistakes. I’ll whip you into shape soon enough. You’ll be an example to all the Bratva wives.”
“Okay, baby,” I whispered in trepidation.
Alik ran his teeth over his bottom lip, eyes leaden, his cock hardening and bulging under his towel.
“Get out of here, Kisa, before I fuck you against that wall and make your papa even more pissed at me for being late.”
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.