Standalone sexy, sweet, steamy rom-com
“I bet I can untangle you.”
At an airport baggage claim, Penny Darling looks up from her knotted mess of ear buds to find the sexiest hunk of man she’s ever seen. He’s got a military haircut, a scar through his eyebrow, and he’s rocking a pastel pink dress shirt like only a real man can. But Penny is on a man-free diet so she leaves the airport without succumbing to his delicious double-entendres…or his dreamy dimples.
PI Russ Macklin can’t take his eyes off Penny. As she sashays out of the airport with hips swaying and curls bouncing, he suspects they may share more than just sweltering chemistry. That suitcase she’s rolling along behind her? It looks a lot like his.
Because it is.
When he tracks her down, he holds her bag hostage in exchange for a date. Their night begins with margaritas and ends in urgent care, and Russ proves that Cosmo’s theory about a very particular type of orgasm was oh-so-wrong.
In Penny, Russ finds a small-town sweetheart with a very naughty side. For the first time ever, he’s thinking about picket fences. Penny finds in Russ a loving, caring man who understands the power of massaging showerheads.
But Russ is only in Port Flamingo for a week. They agree it’ll be a fling and nothing more. Because really, they can’t fall ass-over-teakettle in love just like that…
Dual POV. No cheating.
Featuring a big drooly dog named Guppy.
JUST LIKE THAT is now available to purchase below
Reviewed by Gitte & Jenny
4.5 unbelievably fabulous stars!
‘I don’t believe in much, but I do believe that guys who fuck with their socks on should be taken out back and punched in the face.’
Nicola Rendell has asserted herself as one of our favourite one-click Authors. We’ve read every single book she’s published and we’ve loved them all. Picking up Just Like That was our weekend treat and we excitedly read it in one sitting, swept up in this well-written, hilarious, sweet, romantic and passionate story. Oh and we have to give props for the most fabulously written pet. We’re not sure how Nicola knows our dogs, but Guppy is pretty much a caricature of our very own Joey and Floyd!
“Every night at about 5:55, he starts to hump his bed. It’s really best if you don’t interrupt him. And he doesn’t like when you stare.”
Now, we hate dieting, it’s a necessary evil, but no way would we go on a man diet like our Penny Darling did, especially when Russ Macklin is about. Our jaws dropped and we came over all unnecessary because damn that man was the epitome of lusciousness. No question, we have a new book boyfriend for that coveted shelf and we’re not letting him go.
‘He’s dark and sweet and funny. Russ Macklin is all the best things at once.’
Just Like That had everything that makes us smile and laugh out loud, we love this Author’s sense of humour and comedic timing, and as for those hot moments, well hose us down and turn us over because we’re done. Hot actually, doesn’t even come close, we were on fire, baby!
‘He’s dominant, knows what he wants, and is damned well going to take it.’
A chance meeting changed the lives of two beautiful people who immediately felt an intense attraction. Two people who had their own lovable quirks and were set in their ways. But the heart wants what it wants and love -of the soul mate variety- can’t be denied.
‘…then here comes this little tornado of a sweetheart, with her volunteering and her home canning, and her small-town heart, and her fucking adorable aprons, and wrecks me.’
Now, we’re not huge fans of insta love and this romance is as insta as it gets and for that reason we did find it hard to connect to the romance aspect in the first thirty percent or so. However, the seed was sown and we ultimately fell hook line and sinker the further we got into this story. It was all just so bubble-gum pink with a Bunsen burner thrown into the mix whilst it continuously tickled our funny bone. Nicola Rendell is certainly a queen of sexy romantic comedies, of that there’s no question. Words to the wise though, if you’re anything like us you may want to google a certain term…you’ll know what we mean when you read this story. Our only advice….proceed with caution and make sure no one can see your google result *wink wink – nudge nudge*.
“We’re in deep, Penny.”
“I never want to come up for air.”
She takes a sledgehammer in both hands and brings it down hard. The ball in the cylinder almost hits the top, but not quite. Penny raises one clenched fist in the air, cursing the ball through giggles.
“Your girl’s got some guns on her!” says the big guy running the ball-and-hammer.
I hand him another raffle ticket, and he tucks it into his front pocket, which is stuffed almost to bursting. My girl. It’s too soon for that, way too soon. But still, I like the sound of it. The ring to it. The simplicity of that beautiful fucking idea. “She sure does.”
Wham goes the hammer again, ding goes the bell, and the lights at the top come to life, slightly dimmed against the afternoon sun. “Yaaaay!” she cheers, beaming. “What’d I win?”
“Got your choice of a coconut,” the guy explains, holding one up that still has a $2.99 sticker on it from the grocery, “or a goldfish,” which he holds out in a plastic sandwich bag.
My snort sneaks up on me out of nowhere, but Penny is much more polite. In her eyes, though, I can see that sassy twinkle. What kind of shitty prize is a goldfish? So she chooses the coconut, smiling and laughing as the big guy drives a gleaming railroad spike into the top, and sticks a straw inside.
I grab my camera from around my neck—key equipment if you’re in the PI-location-scout trade—and make like I’m going to take a picture of her. At first, I have zero intention of taking a picture of her, because there’s a shitload of guys here who look seriously shady. That’s the best thing about local carnivals. Need a guy who “has the skills required” to unfasten an ankle bracelet? Carnival. Need to launder some money fast? Town fair. Need to get a sense of a crooked mayor’s potential known associates, criminal, personal, and somewhere in between?
Port Flamingo Boardwalk.
But in the frame appears Penny, beaming, holding her coconut up like the Stanley Cup. As soon as I see her in the frame, I get this instinctive desire to possess her. That woman needs to be mine. I grab a handful of shots of her. Flipping back through them, I get almost dizzy with her smiling face, adorable nose, her freckles, all that happiness shining back at me from the screen.
Fuck it. The mayor’s shady possible associates can wait.
She takes a long sip of the coconut water, and then she puts her glasses on her head and looks up at me. “You think this spot would be good? For the movie? Want me to show you something else?” She takes another sip through the straw, and her pink lips pucker up in a way that makes me think so fucking much of what she’d look like on her knees with her mouth working the length of my…
She really has no idea what she’s doing to me, none at all. “We’re not out of tickets yet.” I pull two more from my pocket. She pushes her bangs from her forehead, and I see the beginning of a sunburn. “But you’re getting some color.”
“I’m fine,” she says. “Don’t worry.”
She’s in the midst of trying to untangle her sunglasses from her hair—worse than the earbuds by far. I help her out, pulling the fine, long strands from the nose clip, being careful not to hurt her. What she doesn’t understand is that she makes me want to worry. She makes me want to take care of her. And I’ve only known her a day.
“I’ve got to stop doing that.” She folds them up and jams them in her purse. She squints into the sun. “You’d think I’d learn to get the ones without the nose pads. But nope, never. I see a pair of aviators, and I’m powerless.”
“You just need someone to look after you,” I tell her and take my hat off. I tighten the adjustment strap a few notches and stick it on her head, the bill slightly to the side. She giggles a little and then repositions it. The hat makes it so she has to lift her face right up to the sun to see me.
“How do I look?”
I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Sweet as marmalade. Now, how about you, me, and that roller coaster? Perfect for the first plot point.”
She grimaces and then she looks away. “Ummmm…” She clutches the coconut to her breasts and presses her fingers to her mouth. “What about palm reading?”
I glance at the tent. Hell, no. “Not really my thing.”
Penny snorts and gives me a shove. “What, are you chicken? Big bad Russ afraid of a lady with a scarf on her head and Palm Reading for Dummies under the table?”
“Fuck, no, I’m not scared. It’s a bunch of bullshit, is all.”
She puts her hand on her hip. “You think the hero of your movie is going to deny the girl he’s trying to win over a palm reading? Really?” She wiggles her eyebrows. “Really?”
Seriously, this woman. Every needle and poke makes me want her more than the last one. “All right, you little pistol. You’re on.”
HAIL MARY – Standalone
A sexy, naughty, emotional and fun standalone sports romance…
At a boxing gym in Chicago, Mary Monahan accidentally knocks out the most handsome man she’s ever met. After she wakes him up with a few slaps and some smelling salts, the very first thing he does is ask her out for ribs and beer. His name is Jimmy. He looks like a Gillette model. And he’s just too hunky to resist.
Jimmy “The Falcon” Falconi is mystified that Mary has absolutely no idea who he is. Mystified and refreshed. He is, after all, not your everyday NFL quarterback. He shops at Costco, has a soft spot for Pinterest, and is in the midst of an epic losing streak.
Jimmy falls for Mary fast and hard, the way he does everything—balls out and like it’s fourth and long. And he realizes he’s finally met his match. That stamina he’s so proud of? Doesn’t stand a chance against her Kegels.
But what they don’t know is she’s also his new physical therapist, recently hired by the Bears to work on his rotator cuff…and groin injury. If she can’t help him, he’ll be traded faster than they can say “offensive penetration.”
In spite of the thousands of internet memes featuring Jimmy’s face with captions like: “HEY GIRL, WANT TO TOUCH MY BALLS?” Mary finds herself falling for him and his unrelenting desire to make her his.
Until a toddler shows up at Jimmy’s door.
And throws their lives into total chaos.
To the reader: Sweet. Safe. HEA. This is a comedy that gets very dirty, so be advised. Other tasters’ notes: Hints of honey and champagne. And a feisty little dog named Frankie Knuckles.
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PROFESSED – Standalone
At a secret masked ball at Yale, Naomi Costa is literally swept off her stiletto-blistered feet by a man with a killer jawline, a perfect body, and an even-better kiss. They bust out of an emergency exit and have axis-shaking sex. He pours whiskey in her belly button and after they run out of condoms, they have to get creative. That kind of sex.
The next day, she learns that he is none other than Dr. Benjamin Beck, a brand new member of the Yale faculty and the hottest thing to happen to academia since… well, ever. She has to take his damned junior seminar to graduate, but it gets worse. He’s also her College Master: her boss, her advisor, her everything. And he’s just moved in, right downstairs.
They can’t stay away from each other. They’re either fusion or fission or both. They’re making out in libraries, hiding notes between stones, and sneaking off to nautically themed AirBnbs. Hear that sound? It’s the academic code of ethics going up in flames.
If they’re found out, he’ll lose his job and his reputation. She’ll lose her scholarship and be forced to return to the life of lobster fishing that she thought she’d escaped.
And they will be found out, yes they will.
So what the hell are they going to do?
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CONFESSED – Standalone
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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