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To the reader: Contents includes love, sweetness, naughtiness, honey, champagne, and an HEA. Safe.
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.”
In Hail Mary, Nicola Rendell does a great job of creating a hero and heroine who are passionate about life and their careers, and while they meet under unusual circumstances, the sucker punch to the heart they feel just by being in one another’s presence isn’t something they want to let go of, even if Mary makes Jimmy work for it!
At face value, Mary Monahan and Jimmy Falconi don’t seem like a good match. Mary’s quiet and easy going demeanor doesn’t really mesh with Jimmy’s stardom and action packed life, but there’s something about each other that they want to explore, so despite Mary’s misgivings and a bit of a conflict of interest, they pursue one another and boy do their bodies and minds connect!
Despite some missteps along the way, Mary and Jimmy’s issues stem from those around them not from each other, and while it should be easy to block out the exterior noise and focus on what they have together, Jimmy’s profession and his deadbeat twin make that an arduous task and prompt actions being taken that just might be game changers in the worst possible ways.
Hail Mary is a witty, steamy, and somewhat angsty sports romance story that’s perfect for any sports enthusiast. Football is used as the backdrop to the story and the close-up moments of the sport blend nicely with what’s happening off the field between Mary and Jimmy. There definitely is an insta-love aspect of the hero and heroine’s relationship, but Rendell illustrates that even though they might be in sync when it comes to passion and sexual desires, there are still obstacles to maneuver around and Jimmy might just need to throw the ole hail mary when he feels likes things are out of his control, both on and off the field.
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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.