by Nicola Rendell
Releasing November 28, 2016
5 Pop the Cork Crowns
Holly hell! What another fantastically dirty and fun ride Nicola Rendell has created with Hail Mary. The characters are wonderful, the story line is awesome, and the writing is superb. I loved every single thing about this novel!
These characters are completely, verifiably wonderful. Mary is everything I love in a heroine, but mainly I love her for her strength. Her strength to carry on for Jimmy, her strength to walk away when needed, her strength to overcome her fear, and her strength to be vulnerable in the bedroom. All of these aspects make her a top heroine for me, but I also love her because she is a unique character. Her love of books, television shows, and even her dog’s name, all just added depth to her character. Jimmy is the hero I love to love, and I particularly enjoyed the dirty and kinky twist Nicola Rendell adds to their bedroom game. He is sweet and kind, and just like in sports, goes after what he wants with full determination and aggression. This dominance, though, is tempered by his sweet personality, and I swear, even when he is saying the dirties things it sounds so romantic!
These two together are fantastic! Just like with her other novels, Nicola Rendell gives the reader more than just a physical connection. Readers get to witness them fall and connect on a personal and emotional level, which leads to heightened investment in the story. The chemistry on all levels is off the charts between these two, and I LOVED watching every single minute of their journey!
The plot and pacing of this story is sheer perfection. There is the emotional damage of past relationships, impending end of careers, crazy families, and more to contend with, and while that seems like a lot of conflicts and obstacles for one story, Nicola Rendell weaves it all together seamlessly to create an engaging plot that will hook readers from the start and keep them entertained until the end.
Nicola Rendell continues to create romance perfections with her third book, Hail Mary. It is hilarious, romantic, endearing, and a lot dirty, and this is what I love about her and her books. I honestly can’t wait to see what she creates next in that mind.
Side Note: There is a particular scene where extra props are used, which may deter some readers from partaking in all the joys of this book, but don’t let it! This particular scene pushed my reader boundaries, but not too far. It isn’t obscene, and it serves a purpose in demonstrating how much trust there is between the two of them. So while, it pushed my boundaries, I thoroughly enjoyed the book and it didn’t detract from my love of all things Jimmy and Mary.
ARC received in exchange for an honest review.
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: Contents includes love, sweetness, naughtiness, honey, champagne, and an HEA. Safe.
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With her hand in mine, I hail a cab on Fullerton. She isn’t saying much, and I like that. I like talking to her, getting dirty, watching her lose her words. Because I’ll tell you what, I’m planning on her losing a shitload more than that before I’m done with her. Losing everything to me. That’s the fucking plan.
The cabbie pulls off to the other side of the road a little way up from us and puts on his hazards to tell us he’s waiting. As we head for the crosswalk, I kick aside a drift from one of the plows, but it’s unsteady footing, icy and slick. As she begins to slip, her grip on my hand tightens.
“That’s enough of that,” I tell her, and scoop her up into my arms, newlywed-style.
She squeals and hangs on tight. She fits fucking perfectly in my arms, and I love the way she feels tight against me. Her fingers slip past my collar, and her fingernails dig gently into the back of my neck. “I can walk,” she says, mostly to my mouth. Then she raises her eyes. “It was just slippery.”
I don’t answer right away. I don’t want to come on too strong. I don’t want to scare her, but I don’t want there to be any fucking mistake at all about what I want or how I plan to get it. “I know you can. I’m sure you can do pretty much everything.”
Her eyes glisten, and I hoist her up a little higher in my arms. The walk signal starts flashing its hand as we get to the other curb. “I’m no shrinking violet.”
“Good. Because I’m going to need you to come strong for me tonight.”
Her body reacts before her face does, her back arching under my hand, that bend so delicate under my palm.
“Multiple times. Loudly.”
She presses her face to my chest and moans out what sounds like, “Who are you?”
“And you’re going to tell me what you like and how you like it. We’re not going to fuck around. Communication, pussycat. That’s the key.”
There go her words again. I’m getting to know that glaze in her eye, disoriented with desire. “And what about you?”
Now we’re even with the cab, but I’ve still got some things she needs to know. “I don’t come until you do. At least twice.”
She’s got no answer for that, so I bring her chin up toward me, stretching her pretty neck out with my thumb on her jaw. “You hear me?”
She nods. She breathes. She blinks.
“That’s how it’s going to go.”
“I think I can handle that.”
I laugh, sending a plume of steam out of my nose. This girl has no idea how badly I want her. How badly I need her. How fucking hard I am already to get inside her. “Yeah? You think so? You think you can handle me?”
Her eyes widen a little. “I think so,” she whispers.
Then I let her slip from my arms, such a fucking shame, but I’m not about to let her open her own door. As she gets into the cab—on the street side, the safe side—I say into her ear, “We’ll just see about that.”