Thursday, December 1, 2016

Blog Tour: Hail Mary by Nicola Rendell

 





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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.

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To the reader: Contents includes love, sweetness, naughtiness, honey, champagne, and an HEA. Safe.



4 Stars
Review by Lisa Kane

"Let me make you so happy you cry every day, now until forever."

Jimmy "The Falcon" Falconi is sparring with a feisty hot female boxer. Their verbal banter is as sharp as the punches getting thrown. Until Jimmy gets knocked out on his ass. This girl's got game! 

I"m somebody. But there's zero recognition in her eyes. No flicker of the fan girl. No sign she's playing it cool either. To her, I'm just a guy getting his ass kicked by a girl in pink gloves. 

Jimmy manages to finagle a date with Mary Monahan. She's no stranger to guys hitting on her. She's obviously not a fan of football or she would realize the guy she just KO'd-he's none other the star quarterback for the Chicago Bears. The quarterback who is in a major slump. The one that the Bears are thinking of replacing. Mary is the new physical therapist hired to work on Jimmy's shoulder. The team's  brought her in to get him out of his slump.

Jimmy is a good guy who has ome serious baggage. His number one piece of luggage holding him down-his scumbag brother Michael. This guy has not one redeeming quality. He is trouble and will do anything to take advantage of Jimmy. Just when you think things can't get any more complicated-Jimmy's about to discover the unexpected on his door step. I'm not going to spoil the story line but there are some real heartbreaking moments that involve neglect coming up in this story. Those are still playing around in my head. He is struggling not to lose his career and dealing with everyone else's problems. 

"I'm fucking petrified I will lose tomorrow. That my whole career will go down the drain. All my life I've been worried about tomorrow. The game that could change everything."

Both Mary and Jimmy are witty, smart, engaging and looking for the right person. (even if neither of them knows this yet) There's a little drama and angst in this one-not enough to give you heart palpitations, but enough to keep the story interesting. Hail Mary is a great read to fill those Fall days with lots of football talk and plenty of action! 


"Whatever you want. Whatever you need." His voice is crackly with tears. "Just don't give up on me. Not yet."
















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.”









A signed copy of Hail Mary and a $50 Sephora Gift Card
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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.


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