Author: Nicola Rendell
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 14th
A brand new dirty, sexy, funny standalone romance…
Lucy Burchett is the heiress to a notoriously disastrous family, and she’s left home for good. But when she runs a big, black pickup off the road, totaling it, she finds herself stuck in the middle of nowhere with the driver. He’s got a body to die for and a hair-trigger temper. Vince Russo looks like a felon, but he’s also pretty funny. He’s on the lam from the cops… and a psychopathic, Russian mob boss who wants to put his balls on a barbeque. Literally.
After a night of ill-advised cocktails and bathroom-wrecking sex, Vince just can’t get Lucy off his mind. But he’s got plans to rob her. And Lucy’s life is about to get a little bit criminal too.
But can a bad boy and a good girl really escape from their troubles together? Can they trust each other at all?
In the steady march of disasters that follow them west, they fight and they laugh. They tease and they’re tender. They’re either oil and water, or chocolate and peanut butter.
Except, they can’t run from the real world forever. And there’s a hell of a surprise in store for both of them…
The bar is called the Last Resort. It looks like a shack outside and smells like Pine Sol inside. It’s surprisingly crowded for a place in the middle of nowhere. I’m almost sure there’s a table of Hells Angels to my right as I walk in. Or ZZ Top impersonators with borderline personality disorders. One of them is carving a pentagram into the table with a knife while the rest of them sit watching and grooming their chest-length beards.
I find myself gripping Vince’s hand, not out of fear but really just to say, Would you take a look at that!
“’Murica,” he growls. “Fucking ’Murica.”
“Home of the brave,” I whisper back. His palm is warm and solid against mine. It’s possible mine are slightly clammy. I feel like given the hotness factor, I’m doing pretty much awesome.
The only open spots are two seats at the bar. He pulls my stool out for me, takes my purse, and hangs it on the hook under the bar as I sit down. The back of his hand brushes against my skin while he studies my face. He isn’t smiling, but his eyes are.
Low and beasty, he says, “You’re running away. Admit it.”
I tuck my hair behind my ear and raise my eyes to his. Sideburns just past his ears, and I find myself staring at the place where his stubble leads into his hair. “Maybe.”
“We got that in common at least.” He spins a cardboard coaster and watches me. I feel heat come up into my cheeks, and his smile turns a little harder, a satisfied tightness.
“Something tells me you’re not running away from your dysfunctional family,” I say.
“Something tells you right.”
“So what are you running from then?” I ask. His thigh presses against my knee. I let my fingers slide up the seam of his jeans.
“Right now?” he says, running his hand up my neck. “Not a goddamned thing.”
Nicola Rendell Bio:
Nicola Rendell writes dirty, funny, erotic romance. She likes a stiff drink and a well-frosted cake. She is at an unnamed Ivy and prefers to remain mostly anonymous for professional reasons. She has a PhD in English and an MFA in Creative Writing from schools that shall not be named here. She loves to cook, sew, and play the piano. She realizes that her hobbies might make her sound like an old lady and she’s totally okay with that. She lives with her husband and her dogs. She is from Taos, New Mexico.
She is the author of Professed, a #1 Amazon bestseller in erotica.
Giveaway: $50 Sephora GC
Good news, Peaches. Professed wasn’t a fluke! Nicola Rendell is the real deal as evidenced by her stellar second novel, Confessed. I loved Professed so much that I couldn’t wait to dig into Confessed, but I was a bit nervous too. What if Confessed wasn’t as great? So you can imagine my utter delight when my love for Confessed actually surpassed my love for Professed! I know! I can’t believe it either! Nicola Rendell is a seriously gifted wordsmith and storyteller. Confessed is so perfect, so delightful, so dirty, and so delicious that I can’t think of a thing to say to do it justice, but I’ll try.
At its core, Confessed is romantic and raw and passionate and intense with so much heat and heart. Not to mention the hotter than hot left-hand-worthy sex scenes. The writing is crisp and smart without being pretentious or wordy, and the story is fast-paced with complex characters. Plus, I’m in awe of the author’s use of the word f-ck in so many different ways and flavors that I can -hear- Vince’s gravely voice when he’s saying it to Lucy whether it’s in exasperation or love or during sex and … damn … is it ever hot.
Speaking of that sexy man, Vincent Ramírez Russo is the ultimate bad boy hero. Like for real, guys. He’s not that pretend bad boy we see in so many novels. He’s bona fide, and I want to know everything about him. Like just how bad is he and can he teach me, I mean Lucy, to be bad too? And for the love of all that is good and holy, please tell me more about his strong veined hands and those wrists and that -look- he gives Lucy and that sexy af belt buckle. Gah, I love him.
When my feisty Lucy Burchett quite literally crashes into Vince, she turns their world upside down. Who is this beautiful little minx filled with so many contradictions? She’s part sex-kitten-wild-child and part savvy rich girl all while being down to earth and genuine. She’s Ivy League, smart as a whip, and in Vince’s capable hands she’s honing her street smarts. When these two come together they are unstoppable, and I could feel the sparks jumping off the page. There will be hiccups, and I’m talking holy-shit-what-did-you-do-now kinds of hiccups, but watching these two figure things out is perfection!
Along with the amazing-ness of Vince and Lucy, this book is filled with so many little winks to the reader. From now on I’ll think of Phil Collins and peanuts and Peaches (*swoons*) and motherb-tch and Johnny Cash and unlimited data plans and New Mexico mesas and road trips and bobby pins, especially bobby pins, in a whole new light.
One more thing, and this may sound silly, but I feel like these gorgeous covers are a watershed moment in the romance genre. I mean, really! How can I ever take half-naked dudes seriously again? And I used to love half-naked dudes! These beautiful covers of Rendell’s have really raised the bar for me. It’s so refreshing to see a sexy and unique cover that I don’t have to hide on public transportation.
Just so you know, Nicola’s books will be the first ones I point to when I argue with my friends about just how smart smut can be. Confessed jumped to the top of my favorites’ list! Go give it a 1-click now! I know you’ll love it as much as I do!
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