Blog Tour: Damnable Grace by Tillie Cole
EVEN THE BROKEN, THROUGH LOVE, CAN
FIND GRACE...
Secrets never stay hidden.
The burden of
guilt never lifts from the heart.
Born and raised in The Order
of David, Sister Phebe knows nothing but cult life. Head of the
Sacred Sisters of New Zion, Phebe was groomed from childhood for one
purpose: to seduce. Prized as a harlot, as a New Zion whore, Phebe is
taken from the doomed cult by Meister, the notorious leader of the
Aryan Brotherhood. Taken as his possession. Taken to be the woman who
will obey his every sexual demand. Under his heavy hand, Phebe finds
herself in a place much worse than she could ever have imagined...
with absolutely no one to help. And no glimpse of hope.
Xavier
‘AK’ Deyes is content with his life as Sergeant-At-Arms of the
Hades Hangmen. Leader of the infamous ‘Psycho Trio’ and
ex-special ops sniper, AK knows how to fight. Experienced in warfare
and schooled in military operations, AK is vital to the Hangmen. When
his Vice President needs help retrieving his missing sister-in-law,
Phebe, from a Klan-funded trafficking ring, AK volunteers to go in.
AK remembers the redhead from New Zion. Remembers everything about
her from the single time they met—her red hair, blue eyes and
freckled face. But when he finds her, heavily drugged and under
Meister’s control, her sorry condition causes him to remember more
than the beautiful woman he once tied to a tree. Saving Phebe forces
hidden demons from his past to return. A past he can never move on
from, no matter how hard he tries.
As AK fights to help Phebe,
and in turn she strives to help him, they realize their secret sins
will never leave them alone. Kindred broken souls, they realize the
only way they can be rid of their ghosts is to face them together and
try to find peace.
Despair soon turns to hope, and damaged
hearts soon start to heal. But when their deep, painful scars
resurface, becoming too much to bear, the time comes when they must
make a heavy choice: stay forever damned; or together, find
grace.
Dark Contemporary Romance. Contains explicit sexual
situations, violence, disturbingly sensitive and taboo subjects,
offensive language and very mature topics. Recommended for age 18 and
over.
“Well?” Ky asked.
Tanner ran his
hand over his head. The brother hadn’t attended one of our cookouts
or slutfests in weeks. Not that he ever entertained himself with
sluts—still too hard for his piece of pussy down in Mexico. He’d
been busy trying to track down Meister. Unlike most of the
white-power shit Tanner and Tank grew up with, this Meister was
untraceable and off the grid. As much of a computer whizz kid as
Tanner was, Meister was proving to be one slippery fucking snake to
pin down.
“Gotta be honest, I didn’t think I was anywhere
close to finding anything on this prick.” Tanner nodded toward
Tank. “We knew of him, of course. I knew he had dealings with my
father and uncle, just never met him myself. He’s Aryan
Brotherhood, but works closely with the Klan. And there’s nothing
on him. No email traces, no invoices, no texts. Nothing.”
I
gritted my teeth and glanced at Styx, who was listening closely. Ky
wasn’t originally gonna tell the prez about the plan to get Phebe,
because of his fucking wedding, but that didn’t last long. Styx
knew something was up with his VP. He read him like I read Flame and
Vike. So Ky fessed up, and Styx was all for the plan. He’d had to
push his wedding back by a month anyhow to get the pastor Mae wanted
to conduct the ceremony, so he had time to kill.
“But you found
something?” Ky translated as Styx signed.
Tanner sighed, the
black circles around his eyes showing how hard the brother had been
working. “I got something.” He shook his head, and my blood ran
cold. I knew whatever he had found wasn’t good.
Tanner opened
the file in front of him and threw a photograph toward the prez. Styx
looked at it, then gave it to Ky. “Some middle-of-nowhere ghost
town?”
Ky passed the picture around. Vike handed it to me, and I
studied it. It was an aerial shot, and the picture was grainy, but
from what I could make out, it was just a huge piece of land
scattered with decrepit old buildings.
I passed the picture along.
“Fucker owns this?”
Tanner faced me. “Yeah, or at least his
father did. He’s dead now, but the deeds are still in his father’s
name. Been in the family for decades. Took me a while to trace it.”
He shook his head. “Meister is notorious among the Klan. Right,
Tank?”
“Yeah,” Tank agreed. “Never met him either, but
we’d all heard of him. Prick has been mobilizing for years for the
race war they think is coming. Real serious, Oklahoma-City-bomb shit.
From what we’ve heard, the guy has a one-track mind when it comes
to advancing the white race. You think Hitler was fucked up? Well,
imagine if he had a kid who was one built motherfucker, with a
fucking carbon copy of his psycho mind; and you’ve got Meister.
Fucker ain’t even German. Just wishes he was, spouting German
phrases around like he’s born and bred Berlin. Delusional
asshole.”
“This ain’t gonna be easy,” Tanner finished,
looking at me, Vike, Flame, Hush and Cowboy. It was the five of us
who had agreed to go looking for Phebe. Hush and Cowboy nodded at me
to let me know they were still in.
“So he’s in this ghost
town?” Ky asked, translating Styx’s sign language again. “If
so, we’ll all just go in and get him, make the fucker talk and tell
us where he’s got Phebe.”
Tanner sat forward. “He ain’t
just living in the ghost town or hiding out. That’s where he has
his enterprise.”
“Enterprise?” Ky echoed. It was his own
question this time.
Tanner nodded. “From what I can tell, it’s
a fucking brothel. Members of the Aryan Brotherhood, Klan, or Klan
sympathizers, can go there for a night or a few days at a time.”
Tank shifted uncomfortably next to him. “Ain’t sure, but I’m
thinking it ain’t just getting your dick sucked and fucked. It’ll
be real fucked-up shit. If Meister’s reputation is anything to go
by, we would be walking into an organized, armed hellhole.”
Tanner’s eyes darkened. “I get the Klan has a reputation for
being full of backward rednecks. I ain’t gonna lie—growing up,
most of my father’s cronies were that way. Thick as fuck and
couldn’t do shit without screwing it up. Skinheads, lower-ranked
soldiers, you know?”
“But there were some members that
weren’t,” Tank continued. He cast an embarrassed glance at
Tanner. “We weren’t, for starters.”
Tanner nodded. “It’s
not the norm, but some of us were good. Smart, strong fighters, or
just outright fucking psychos. The skinheads and rednecks are the
foot soldiers. The likes of us, the likes of Meister, are the fucking
SS. The planners, leaders, the generals—the ones who believe in the
cause so much that they’re fucking lethal with what they’ll do,
what they’re capable of. Meister is true Aryan Brotherhood; he’s
preparing for war. He’s the real fucking deal.”
“And now
he’s in our neck of the woods to stir up shit?” I asked.
Tanner
nodded. “Comes from northern Texas. Never moved our way before. But
the Klan are building day by day, joining forces with other white
supremacist gangs—like the Brotherhood—and with the shit that’s
on the news twenty-four-seven, blacks and whites at each others
throats, he’s moved to the headquarters.” The brother’s jaw
clenched. “To my father and uncle, who’ll be protecting him from
being found out by the feds.” He sighed and ran his hand down his
face. “From what I can figure out, this ghost-town brothel of his
has only existed in the last year or so. He’s looking to fund
something.”
“They ain’t dealing guns?” Cowboy drawled. “I
thought that’s what Rider said the contract with the cult was
for?”
“Rider was sure it was guns. At least it was when he was
dealing with the Klan—it was all about arms. The Klan was selling
them on and taking a cut.”
“His fucking twin,” Hush spat.
“He changed the arrangement, didn’t he? When Rider was locked up
in cult prison?”
“Think so,” Tanner said after a few seconds
of silence.
“Then what the fuck are they dealing? What was Judah
giving them if not Israeli guns?”
“Women.”
Tillie Cole hails from a small town in
the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English
mother, Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue
animals. As soon as she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the
bright lights of the big city.
After graduating from Newcastle
University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies, Tillie followed her
Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a decade,
becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High
School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and
finishing her first novel.
Tillie has now settled in Austin,
Texas, where she is finally able to sit down and write, throwing
herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her
characters.
Tillie is both an independent and traditionally
published author, and writes many genres including: Contemporary
Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New Adult novels.
When
she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her
couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing
herself that she really doesn’t need that extra square of
chocolate.
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