AVAILABLE NOW!!! Truth in Pieces by RC Boldt! + MY REVIEW + Excerpt

Cross my heart, hope to lie.

Truth in Pieces by RC Boldt is now live!

From the author of Hell Hath No Fury, RC Boldt melds sizzling romance with this unique tale of intrigue and deceit that will keep readers guessing until the very end…

Ruthless. Cunning. Deadly. That’s Nico Alcanzar, Miami’s biggest drug cartel leader.

And I’ve found myself directly in his crosshairs. He plans to use me to eliminate his number one competitor.

I become embedded in his life where he watches my every move. Then, I find myself doing the unthinkable: I fall for the glimpses of the man beneath the dark, menacing exterior.

I want him. The criminal. The murderer. The lover. The protector. The man who never asked for my heart.

The further I fall, the more ensnared I become in his tangled web of lies, masking the truth beneath.

Because when it comes to the art of deception, nothing is as it seems.

 

Download today on Amazon, Apple, Google Play, Kobo, Nook!

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2xGhbSd

Apple: https://apple.co/2L0e7Do

Nook: https://bit.ly/2SIMKlz

Kobo: https://bit.ly/3cbkyPU

Google Play: https://bit.ly/2W8I0rx

 

Goodreads: https://bit.ly/3bR7M9S

 

 

MY REVIEW:

Just like its stunningly gorgeous cover this story will stop you in its tracks. And run over you with the powerful storytelling and passionate characters. From the first page I was sucked in with the vivid imagery of a life on the edge. The edge of danger and destruction and love. Olivia as the smart, sexy psych professor is a spectacular character. Strong, beautiful and brilliant. She shines in this story that has her in the grips of the deadly cartel boss Nico. What a panty melting stud! He can run his hands over me any day! And chemistry? Olivia and Nico’s is off the charts right from the first eye popping smolder. I’ll tell, I have a bad habit of sometimes flipping to the end and reading the last paragraph. BIG mistake in this case. I didn’t read the paragraph because landed on the author’s note. Huge surprise that sorta ruin part of the story for me even if I had an inkling that something was up. DON’T READ REVIEWS WITH SPOILERS! This story has tons of twists and turns and surprises that need to remain hidden until they are revealed at the right time. Moving on…this story is so good. One of the best and most intricate romance suspenses I’ve read. If you’re familiar with this author superb craftsmanship then you know that you’ll get a gem of a story with outstanding characters. Just a few things I could have done without but so minor it didn’t affect the story and to someone else they were probably some of the best parts. Real emotional heart squeezers. There were a few in the story right along with the scorching romance. Yes, Olivia and Nico set the sheets on fire a few times. One hot couple! This story has it all with the deadly suspense, complex plot, emotional family issues and a slow burn romance. A must read!

Excerpt

Confusion riddles me. I stare at him for a long beat before finding my words. “My

parents died in a plane crash years ago.”

“Your freshman year in college, to be exact.” His features harden. “But they weren’t

your real folks.”

Horror ekes past my defenses. “What?”

Deep brown eyes holding a slight tinge of gold assess me. “That’s enough talk for now.

Ain’t got time to waste. Need to get you outta here.”

“As I said before, no, thank you.”

His gaze turns glacial. “You don’t understand—”

“I understand just fine! You’re obviously a criminal.” I gesture between him and where

Goliath remains standing. “And I want nothing to do with any of this. I pay my taxes. I return my

damn shopping cart at the store while the other assholes leave them in the parking lot. I’m not

someone who gets involved with people like you!”

He lets my outburst settle in silence. His lips press into a thin, irritated line before he

speaks in a low, deceptively subdued voice. “Can’t tell me that fancy professor brain of yours

ain’t dyin’ of curiosity ’bout your folks. That you ain’t eager as fuck to find out if your real dad

was murdered.”

I flick my eyes to the gun holstered at his side. “How do I know you’re not lying to me?”

“I always follow through on my end.”

“Right,” I say derisively.

His expression turns ferocious. “You questionin’ my word?”

Bravely, I lift my chin while maintaining eye contact. “I’d be stupid not to.”

He stares at me for a long moment. Wordlessly, he pulls his cell phone from his pocket

and scrolls through it. When he stops, his eyes flick up to mine, eerily watchful before he turns

the screen of the phone my way.

I suck in a sharp breath at the sight of the woman pictured on the screen, shock

ricocheting inside me.

“That’s Johanna Santilla. Your mom.”

Oh, my God. OhmyGod. I’ve heard of that name. Hell, anyone who hasn’t been living

under a rock has heard of the Santilla drug cartel. They originated in Cuba and began calling

Miami home over sixty years ago.

No photos exist of Johanna Santilla—at least none that have hit the internet. Photos of

her father, Carlos Santilla, have surfaced since his death, but they’ve often been grainy and

slightly pixelated, like the ones featured on Dateline NBC and other true crime television shows.

As for Johanna, however, once she took over the cartel for her father years ago, it’s as

though all photographic traces of her were somehow wiped clean. According to rumors, she

decided to keep a low profile when word got out about the FBI poking around in her business.

With criminology being my specialty, stories such as these fuel my brain, making me analyze the

psychological reasoning these particular individuals employ. I recall learning that once Nico

Alcanzar came into power, taking over for Salvatore Vega, Santilla allegedly grew more

secretive. Authorities couldn’t gather enough substantial evidence to pin any murders on her,

and she’s remained elusive to them ever since.

My eyes lock on the photo of Johanna Santilla standing beside her father, Carlos. But

that’s not what has me struggling to draw oxygen into my lungs.

“She looks…” I’m unable to finish, so stunned.

It’s as though I’m peering into my future. It’s undeniable that we have the same dark

hair and facial features.

“That viral video put you on everybody’s radar. One look at you and nobody could deny

you weren’t the goddamn spittin’ image of her.” His eyes flick to the phone a second before the

screen times out and goes dark. “Luckily, I’m the first to track you down.”

 

Meet RC Boldt

RC Boldt enjoys long walks on the beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you’re in the mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can’t recall the lyrics to a particular 80’s song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost anything for a laugh, she’s your girl.

Connect with RC Boldt

Website: http://www.rcboldtbooks.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14543027.R_C_Boldt

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2Kq1H9C

Facebook: http://bit.ly/RCBoldtFB

Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/BBBReaders/

Instagram: http://bit.ly/RCBoldtIG

Twitter: https://twitter.com/RC_Boldt

Bookbub: http://bit.ly/RCBoldtBB

Book+Main: https://bit.ly/3jEf18z

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s