Hail Mary by Nicola Rendell
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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“Frankie Knuckles is his name.”
“Jesus,”he says with a snort, looking at the picture. “What a bruiser.”
Not exactly. He’s 13 pounds, allergic to wheat, afraid of aluminum foil, and carries a half-stuffed drool-crusted panda bear around with him everywhere he goes.
“Do you like dogs?”I ask, as casually as I can muster.
In my head, I swear to God, I hear the theme song from Jeopardy. This is a moment of truth. I’m not sure I’ll ever see this guy again, but I’d like to. I’m not sure I’ll ever know his lips on mine, but I want to. But this question, the dog question, this could be a deal-breaker. I find non-dog lovers to be very, very suspicious. I once heard Ted Bundy disliked dogs, and I thought, Of course he did. But this guy, Jimmy, he’s so perfect that we’ve got to be headed for a catastrophe. This might be it. Just my luck he’s going to say, I’m allergic, or I have twenty-nine cats, or I’m really into snakes.
“I fucking love dogs.”
And the crowd goes wild!
“Me too,”I say, smiling. It’s an understatement, but I don’t want to get pegged as crazy dog lady quite yet. With a non-greasy finger, I type in my passcode. “He’s a Brussels Griffon. And everybody says he looks like an ewok, but I’ve never actually seen Star Wars, so I can’t weigh in on that.
”He scratches his head and glances at the bar. “Never?”
He clears his throat. “I mean, I don’t want to be rude, but do you live under some kind of rock? Are you a hermit? Because I could totally be into that, but you know, full disclosure…”
Oh Lord. I could be into that. I swallow hard. Wait. What was the rest of that sentence? Right. Star Wars. “I just never saw it growing up, and now it’s sort of a thing. I’m not morally opposed to Darth Vader or anything. Just…never got around to it.”
Jimmy shrugs his massive sexy shoulders. He’s in a navy-blue thermal Henley and a gray Bears hoodie zipped halfway up. I’m pretty sure I can smell Bounce fabric softener tangled up with the Ivory soap smell. It’s hard to tell through the hickory smoke. It’ll require further up-close investigation. I’m definitely on board with that.
“Fair enough,”he says. “I guess it’s possible to not have seen Star Wars. Maybe? Did you grow up in Amish country?”
My giggle comes right from the depths of my stomach. “I grew up mostly in Vermont. My aunt was an apiarist.”
I feel like a jerk immediately. He probably thinks I’m quizzing him on his vocabulary…“
Holy shit. Bees?”
And the crowd goes wild again! “
So many bees. We didn’t have cable, but I can talk your ear off about honey.”He slides his lower jaw off to one side and looks me up and down. “Honey, huh?”
I snatch up my beer and take a gulp. He grins. “It’s okay. I see your lack of Star Wars and I’ll raise you. I’ve never seen The Princess Bride.”
He snickers into his beer. Did he just laugh at a second-wave feminist reference? I might love him already.