Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Blog Tour: Confessed by Nicola Rendell

by Nicola Rendell
Genre: Contemporary Romance

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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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?”

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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