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382 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 10, 2020

"You're all fucking tapped," Ollie snarled, tapping his head. "Fucked in the head."
"A correct assessment," Freddie said, the look in his eyes just fucking daring Ollie to strike.


He’d kill anyone who threatened this firm in a second, hysterically laughing the entire time. He was also a paranoid schizophrenic and had spent a few years in and out of the loony bin, which had done sweet fuck all but make him more deranged and off-kilter.
Vinnie looked beside him. And he smiled, but this wasn’t his manic smile. This was a true smile. One he only ever had for her. “I promise, treasure,” he said again to thin air. “I won’t get hurt. I never get hurt. I never want to see you upset.” My sister. Vinnie hallucinated my sister. Had done since she’d died and her death had worsened his issues.
Vinnie ran a hand down her imaginary face, caressing nothing but empty space . “You always worry about me, Pearlie-girl. But I’d never leave you, just like you’ll never leave me.” For all intents and purposes, Vinnie was in a relationship with my sister’s ghost and had been for years. It was the only relationship he could probably actually ever have.
"You're the devil, aren't you? Hell is your domain. You could just walk right in."
I sparked up a cig, then placed it in Cheska's mouth. She took it from me, and I lit my own.
I pulled out a cig and sparked it up. I took a long drag, trying to listen to whatever was happening inside.
I pulled out a cig and sparked up the bloodstained stick. I took in a long drag and turned to the soldiers and my family.

And, despite it all, my stupid self was still madly in love with him.
"I love him," I said again, stronger this time, with more conviction. "I have always loved him. No one else. Only him."
She sipped her brandy and let her cigarette burn down in its holder without taking a single drag.
“But tell me, how can you love someone you barely know?”
“I know him.”
“You’ve known him for all of five minutes.”
“I want you to make love to me,” I whispered. Arthur stilled . He didn’t look up at me, though I knew he could feel my stare. With my hands on his cheeks, I guided his face to mine. His jaw was tight, eyes void of any emotion.
“I fuck,” he said, his hand leaving my waist and dropping between my legs. He pressed his finger against my clit. I stopped his movements with a grip on his wrist, and he told me, “I fuck and you scream, and that’s how it is.”
"Who was Arthur Adley?"


"He did more than fuck me; he consumed me, owned me. He wrecked me. He told me he would."Told in multiple POV, Lord of London Town is by far the best read of 2020! With action, suspense, passion, and a truly twisted plot, I was on the edge of my seat the entire read. This is the type of story that draws you in and you cannot put down until you devour every ounce of text. The character development is rich and the world that Ms. Cole has crafted is addictive. Arthur is dark and raw and frankly ruined. Cheska is the complete opposite of him and yet together the two are a perfect match. The strength and vulnerability that exist within Arthur throughout the read was constantly pushing and pulling as Cheska fights for the right to fight for her King! It is very rare that I find myself loving both main characters and in this case, Cheska and Arthur did not disappoint!
"I want to ruin you."Overall, Lord of London Town is so much more than an opposites attract trope. This blockbuster read with complex characters has a plot that doesn’t stop until the very last word on the very last page. With passion, intrigue, and suspense, Tillie Cole has once again delivered a perfectly crafted masterpiece and I am DYING FOR MORE!!! Don’t waste another second- everyone needs to meet the great Arthur Adley, Cheska, and the entire London Motley Crue!



I just can’t with these overly dramatic pseudo-mafia stories. What put me off, however, was the sexualisation of 13/14 yo.


There weren't many people in London who didn't know the Adley family. Knew that we were the London reapers. When we came calling, it was because you'd made a deal with the devil.







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Devil. That seemed a good title for Arthur. Most people were terrified of him. He was unapproachable, with eyes that could cut you where you stood. And he had the allure of Satan too. A magnet to sin and temptation, stirring wants and desires inside of me that were anything but chaste and holy. And if the rumours were true, he had the evilness of the dark lord too.
I loved him. I loved Arthur more than life itself. His darkness and his lifestyle meant nothing compared to that. I loved him despite the malice in his soul. I loved him because of it.
“Try your best to destroy me, Arthur. Try your best to break me apart. But I’ll still be here when you’re exhausted, my claws sunk deeply into your flesh as you drag us both to hell.”
“I won’t let you go,” he warned..
“You made me feel again. After so fucking long. After the blood and the death and all the dark thoughts …” I squeezed my eyes shut. “You made me fucking feel.”
“I am your queen. And you are my king. Your dark kingdom is now ours.”
“They have no idea what the fuck they’ve just started. They’ve opened the gates of hell, and the fucking devil and his demons are now leading the charge.”
We were here. Together. He had let me breach his high, impenetrable walls. I knew it would take time to hammer through the rest. But I wasn’t fazed by the task. I was inspired. To know all of this man. To have him love me and let me see his soul.
It was worth it all.










Devil. That seemed a good title for Arthur. Most people were terrified of him. He was unapproachable, with eyes that could cut you where you stood. And he had the allure of Satan too. A magnet to sin and temptation, stirring wants and desires inside of me that were anything but chaste and holy. And if the rumor's were true, he had the evilness of the dark lord too."
even as I walked to my window and watched his driver usher him away, I felt as thought my heart was in that car with him. He may not have wanted it. May have hated the very thought of it. But it was his regardless. Even if I never saw him again, it was his."
This broken king loved his broken queen."
