Sweet Rome (Sweet Home #2) by Tillie Cole


You met Romeo Prince in the Amazon & USA Today bestselling novel, Sweet Home. Now hear the story from his lips: unbarred, uncensored and raw to the bone.

It makes me laugh when I hear that folk think Mol and I rushed into it too fast, spouting that we couldn’t possibly have felt what we did for each other in such a short space of time. I say, how the hell would they know? We made it, didn’t we? She became my whole life, didn’t she? And as for my folks not being real, being true? Tell that to me aged ten, eleven, twelve — damn, all my bastard life — when I was never enough, when I was beaten until I bled for being too good at football and not being everything they’d dreamed: the perfectly dutiful son. Tell that to thousands of kids around the world getting wailed on by asshole parents for whatever stupid reason; tell them that evil don’t exist in their eyes. 

Fuck Romeo and Juliet: this is the story of me and my girl, from my lips. No mushy sentiment, no cheese, just the plain, hard truth, and, because I’m feeling generous, I’m going to let you in on more of our story too.



Sweet Home is one of my ultimate favorites. I almost died of happiness when I found out that there was going to be a second book in Rome’s POV. 

I understood Rome a bit more in this book. It showed me how he really loved Molly and how dedicated he was to her. I knew what was going to happen in the story, but it was still hard to read because I still felt bad for the both of them and all that they have been through. 

This book was everything I could have ever wanted. It was freakin perfect! It was told in Rome’s POV and I know that some don’t like reading a book with the same story but a different POV, but you have to trust me when I say that this was so much more! We get a glimpse of their life after Romeo gets drafted. Tillie Cole gave us so much more and my Romeo fangirl was put at ease and content with the book. 

My favorite quotes: 

“I wanted to show her my worth, that I was good at something. I wanted-no, needed-her to believe in me.”

“I get you, Romeo,” she replied with that sweet damn smile that she reserved just for me. My smile, my girl. . .my fucking life.”


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