Synopsis:
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…
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Excerpt:
I
walk a mile down the road to a dive bar that makes last night’s The
Last Resort look respectable. This place doesn’t even seem to have
a name. It has a busted window held together by duct tape, and bullet
holes in the walls. There’s a sign nailed to the entrance that says
NO CONCEALED GUNS.
I
shove the door open with my shoulder. Inside, the air is heavy with
smoke. There’s a whole shitload of fake wood paneling, and there’s
a television on in the corner. It’s tuned to Fox News.
Fucking
great.
But
whatever. I’m not here to watch TV. That’s for fucking sure.
There
are a few people at tables, but only one guy at the bar, in a dirty
wife-beater T-shirt. I take a seat way down from him on the corner.
Bars like this, they’re like urinals. There’s an etiquette to
this shit.
The
bartender is a big thick guy with a handlebar mustache and a couple
of old, faded tattoos on his arm. Looks like he got pardoned but was
in jail too long to be saved.
He
puts a coaster in front of me.
“Tequila,
straight,” I say, pulling out a cigarette. The bartender doesn’t
stop me. Give a shit about smoke-free laws down here, apparently.
“Keep them coming.”
No
answer as he turns, takes the bottle from the rack, and puts it down
in front of me. He puts a glass beside it. “You look like you need
it.”
I’m sure I fucking do. I light the cigarette. The sound of her door slamming is still stuck in my head. I called it: No way I deserve someone so beautiful, so sweet and warm. I had her for twenty-four hours, not even. That’s all I deserve. “Women, right?”
I’m sure I fucking do. I light the cigarette. The sound of her door slamming is still stuck in my head. I called it: No way I deserve someone so beautiful, so sweet and warm. I had her for twenty-four hours, not even. That’s all I deserve. “Women, right?”
He
nods and starts wiping a glass. “Best and worst things in the
fucking world.”
I
raise my glass and down a double.
The
tequila burn is good. Takes my mind off her for a second. But then
the bartender puts a bowl of peanuts in front of me and boom,
I’m thinking about her again. Her and that necklace. It looked like
a Planter’s peanut. What is that shit? A peanut? Why the fuck does
she have a golden peanut on her neck?
I
don’t know. But I really, really fucking wish I did.
About the author:
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.
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