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.
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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.”
REVIEW:
Secrets, wrapped in lies and chemistry. This is a story full of intrigue and suspense from the first page. A truly captivating book.
Nico and Olivia play a dangerous game based on secrets and lies. Nico is a known kingpin of a drug cartel and basically kidnaps Olivia, for her own safety, but for his own nefarious purposes as their story comes out in bits and pieces.
Olivia is a professor of psychology, what could she possibly be in danger of when Nico kidnaps her from her boring life? Finding out her biological mother is known as the Mother of Death and runs a rival cartel changes everything. Knowing Nico will use her begins to make more sense.
Neither are willing to give up too much of themselves, but as the game between them goes on, during quiet moments they show those layers beyond the walls they have built and some truths behind the lies. Could Nico and Olivia be more than what they show to the world?
The small truths almost hurt more than the lies they carry, for as much as they peel back the layers, having more is never a reality. The lies are too great and they will never be able to live beyond the danger.
Olivia finds herself falling for a known criminal. There is something about Nico that draws her in, even though she should stay far away. Unfortunately, her heart doesn’t listen and will probably break once he uses her like a disposable bargaining chip.
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest, voluntary review.
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.
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