Review! Tour! Truth in Pieces by R.C. Boldt

Once I step across the threshold of this house, everything I thought I knew about my life will be permanently altered.

Professor Olivia Wright finds herself in the sights of Nico Alcanzar, one of Miami’s largest cartel leaders, who plans on using her to draw out his rival. As she finds herself fully immersed in a lifestyle she never expected, she also finds herself falling for the glimpses of the man beneath the darkness. But they both know there’s really only one way things can turn out for a relationship like theirs. However, when the truth is finally revealed everything they thought they knew is completely upended.

I realize that was probably the lamest summary but this is one of those books where the less you know going in, the better. Besides, even if you think you know something, it’s probably going to be wrong anyway. There were several twists, a few I guessed but the biggest one, I had NO idea about. None. Zero. Zilch. It took me completely by surprise and I have to say, I was so pleased with the direction things went. I enjoyed the first part, but I was a little lukewarm on Nico. After the twist, however, I liked his character so much more. And that’s all I’m going to say about that. In fact, that’s probably all I’m going to say in general. If you enjoy a book full of intrigue and suspense that’ll keep you guessing, I think you’ll really enjoy this book!


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.”

 

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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