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304 pages, Paperback
First published March 7, 2017











“I owned this sand. I owned every soul freed in this ring. In the Blood Pit, I was a god.”
“You are more,” he told me roughly. “My more. 152, my more.”
“Standing here with him now felt different. Something had shifted between us. It was indescribable. It was raw, but it made me feel alive.”
“You have made me feel, in here. You have made me want things I never dare let myself want. You have made me want to fight for survival, not pride. I no longer want to die on the pit’s sand, like a warrior. I no longer want to die at all. You make me want to live.”
“You are the Arziani Pit Bull. You are feared. But to me, you are safety.”
“You are in my heart. You are in my scarred soul. You are my male. My Ilya . . . I am not free if I don’t have you.”

You are someone. You’re more than a number . . .Since book one, Tillie Cole’s Scarred Souls series has blown me away. This series has elements that are gritty and raw, but they’re also so emotionally charged and beautifully written. They’re the type of romances that make you believe in that all consuming, healing, deep and true love.
I wouldn’t show weakness. In my twenty-one years in this hellhole, I had never shown him weakness. Because this was the motherfucking Blood Pit. Weak males died. Champions fell. Only the most brutal killers survived.
“You are Master’s new personal consort. You have been elevated to be his. And only his. You are no longer the property of other males, as you were before.”152 and 901 get thrown together in a strategic way. 901 finds 152 attractive. As much as he tries to hide that, it’s apparent to master and he uses that for his own personal gain. But what master never expects is for 901 and 152 to relate to each other and to fall for one another.
Just her and me, lost to the feelings. Two slaves, for one night freed from their Master’s chains.
“I thought having a female would make me weak. I thought wanting someone, being with something, needing her, would destroy my place here in the pit.” He paused, then said, “But since I let you into my heart, since I let you into my soul, you have made me stronger. I want more than fighting and death. I want more than this pit. And I want that with you. Only you.”
"She was like me."


"Last night I made her mine."Number 152 is a slave to the master of the Blood Pit. Her only job is to service him. When the master has a rebellious fighter, who refuses to yield to his demands he discovers a way to tear him down. He decides to offer his beautiful slave to him and then use her as a bargaining chip.

"Her attention only made me break more."901 is the champion of the Blood Pit. He is indestructible and always wins. Win the Master's Mona is locked in his cell she is under the influence of powerful drugs. If the champion doesn't take her, she will die from the pain. If he does take her, he will immediately be under her spell and be yielding to the master. When he realizes there is no way out, he gives in and takes her. As they grow closer together, the physical connection shifts into an intense emotional connection like they have never experienced before. Both slaves to the master, both only knowing their numbers, they find peace in each other. When the Master's wrath showers down on the lovers, it becomes a fight to the death for them to be able to stay together.
"Something had shifted between us. It was indescribable. It was raw, but it made me feel alive."Told in dual POV, Riot is a stunning conclusion to this series. Each book in the series has introduced a different fighter and their harrowing tale. Because this installment features all of the main characters and their fight to overcome, it is especially unique. I found both of the main characters to be well matched and fierce in their resolve. The evil is raw and gritty as the characters are abused sexually and physically by their Masters and guards of the Blood Pit. The fighting is bloody and similar to a Roman Arena where the Gladiators must fight to the death. The blend of action, tenderness, and raw passion make this series, an absolute must read for readers who enjoy the shock and awe of the battle and the beautiful connection when broken people become healed!







I bore no gratitude whatsoever to my master for condemning me to this hellish life. That I bore no gratitude for being drugged and forced to fight as a kid. That I bore no fucking gratitude to the male who bestowed on me a life of solitude, where having feelings toward someone else made you weak. - 901
He was the most intimidating male I had ever encountered. And I was trapped in his cell. Completely alone. In the unwelcome company of a killer. And there was absolutely nothing I could do. - 152

We didn't have names. Our numbers weren't welcome in this moment. Right now I was his beautiful, and he was my brave warrior.
"When it is me and you alone, there is no Master. When we are here, in your cell, there is no Blood Pit." A smile tugged on my lips. "There are no matches to the death. There are no quarters where I am held captive all day. There is your heart beating in sync with mine. Speaking the language of our old home, in the company of the male that is becoming my new home."
"Happy. Together, we make happiness."
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“You are the Arziani Pit Bull. You are feared. But to me, you are safety.”
He placed his hand over his heart and said, “You have made me feel, in here. You have made me want things I never dare let myself want. You have made me want to fight for survival, not pride. I no longer want to die on the pit’s sand, like a warrior. I no longer I want to die at all … You make me want to live.”
“I had a choice,” he argued. Then, with a surprising tenderness, he pressed three light kisses along my neck. When he raised his head, he said, “I chose to take you. I chose to hold you close.” He inhaled. “I chose to make you mine.”
I knew I wouldn’t fail. This was my family now. And we would all survive. We had to, there was no other choice.
Through tragedy, we were both stronger.
And through distance, our love was stronger.
She was mine.
I was hers.
Her, the girl, whose soul matched mine.
And I, the boy, who was made perfectly for her.