February 27, 2017





He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…Cole Mauricio.

Cole by Tijan is NOW LIVE!

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I shouldn’t have remembered him.

He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn’t know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all.

But I could feel him.

The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated.

The second time was different.

He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed.

That was just the beginning.

He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…

Cole Mauricio




Kara's Review

5 out of 5 stars

I’m a new and now a lifetime fan of Tijan. I love her writing style. There is always emotion mixed with humor, foreplay, sadness and friendship. I didn’t read Carter Reed (I know, hush up!), but we met Cole in Carter Reed 2. I have since purchased both books and will be reading them asafp!

Addison is still grieving after a tragedy one year ago. Her best friend Sia is trying to help her move on. When she gets a tip on an apartment opening in a highly exclusive building, the Mauricio, Addison has to see it. She’s always loved the building. There’s just something about it that calls to her. No one knows who owns the building and the three floors on the top are mysteriously occupied. When Addison and Sia go to their favorite restaurant and witness a group of men sauntering in surrounding a very sexy, very hot, very domineering man, Addison can’t take her eyes off him. Something she hasn’t felt in a long time starts stirring in her blood. When she sees him again in her building she can’t stop thinking about him. She has no idea who he is, but she wants to know. After the third time, he finally introduces himself as Cole. Just Cole. There’s a mutual attraction and it’s strong. Addison finally makes a decision and goes after what she wants. Cole. Flirting turns into dinner which turns into not being able to keep their hands off each other. He can’t tell her anything about who he is or his life. It’s up to her to decide if that’s enough. She can’t walk away from him. The connection is too strong. She craves his touch too much. When she gets a taste of his life and finds out who he is, she has to choose. Can she picture her life without him? Will her heart survive another loss? As I said, I didn’t know Cole before this, but it only took me point three seconds to get sucked into his eyes. To feel exactly what Addison felt when she first saw him. By the third meeting I was literally panting. I couldn’t get enough of this couple. The heat, the suspense. It was addicting. It’s a story about second chances, choosing to live again, friendship and loyalty.


It’d been so long since a man looked at me like that, like I was breathtaking to him, like he wanted to protect me, take me to bed, and laugh all night, all at the same time


My blush was at full force. I felt it creeping down my neck. “Neither. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You don’t?”

“I thought a friend was down here.”

“Friend?” He pointed to himself, stepping forward. “Me?”

No. I—” This was stupid. “Yes. You.

A smirk showed on his face, and he took another step closer. “Well, isn’t this a coincidence then?”

One side of his mouth lifted, and if I’d thought he was gorgeous before, the half-smile made him breathtaking.


I didn’t begin writing until after undergraduate college. There’d been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can’t blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I’m hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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