Review: Just Like That



Nicola Rendell has outdone herself with her latest romantic comedy Just Like That.

Get ready to be possessed by Russ and Penny’s journey, because Nicola Rendell made me fall in epic love with this incredibly moving, tremendously sexy and infinitely satisfying love story!

Just Like That is about finding forever love in the most unexpected places and taking chances to hold it near to dear to the heart.  It is the epitome of picture-perfect romance!  It is SO swoon-worthy, passionate and dreamy!!!!  As I was reading this novel I was walking on sunshine, riding waves of utter bliss!

Ms. Rendell tells a lovely, heart-warming story that hits you in the heart at the same time that it demolishes your panties!!! Just Like That is OUT OF THIS WORLD kind of hot!!  Forget fanning yourself; you will need to dunk your head into a full bucket of water to get relief from the sweltering, overpowering, all consuming heat that Nicola Rendell brings to the table with this level of eroticism!!!!  Penny and Russ light up the night, bring down the house and burn UP the sheets!!  My jaw met the floor, my skin flushed with heat and my heart played a game of hopscotch in my chest!

One word: RUSS!!! Sweet LORD, he is one of my favorite heroes in the known planet.   This man is romantic, he is strong and he is dominate.  Plus that dirty mouth of his is one for the ages!!!  Russ is confident, poised, commanding and so much more!!!  I am not going to lie:  I wanted his swagger all to myself!!!  I loved how he set out to make Penny his from the very start and worked hard to earn her affection.   Penny is one lucky woman!!!!!

Yes, I was consumed with Russ.  However for me, the best part of this novel was how intensely the events that transpire pulled at my heartstrings.  I laughed out loud at some moments and the romance lover in me teared up over other more poignant events in the story.

This piece of brilliance has it all:  fabulous characters, a strong plot line, red-hot sexy times that will leave you worked up and wonderful secondary characters, including a lovely four-legged friend that earned a special place in my heart. And then when you finally realize what “just like that” implies and the meaning of the title sinks in…..WOW!!!! Just wow, wow and WOW Nicola Rendell!!!!

Just Like That is a true treasure! I have no doubt that I will read it again and again.   It is one of those incredible romances that make you sad when you finally turn the last page.   Honestly I didn’t want to leave this couple behind.  I wanted, needed and CRAVED more Penny and Russ, even after reading the final line of the novel that made my heart sing! 🎶

This book is is THAT good!!!

So read it!!!

That is this Naughty Girl’s final word.

Overall:  This was a 10 star read for me!!!!!

Heat:   🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥/5 CRAZY hot flames that will have your Victoria Secret goodies in a state of complete combustion, JUST LIKE THAT!!!






“I bet I can untangle you.”

At an airport baggage claim, Penny Darling looks up from her knotted mess of ear buds to find the sexiest hunk of man she’s ever seen. He’s got a military haircut, a scar through his eyebrow, and he’s rocking a pastel pink dress shirt like only a real man can. But Penny is on a man-free diet so she leaves the airport without succumbing to his delicious double-entendres…or his dreamy dimples.

PI Russ Macklin can’t take his eyes off Penny. As she sashays out of the airport with hips swaying and curls bouncing, he suspects they may share more than just sweltering chemistry. That suitcase she’s rolling along behind her? It looks a lot like his.

Because it is.

When he tracks her down, he holds her bag hostage in exchange for a date. Their night begins with margaritas and ends in urgent care, and Russ proves that Cosmo’s theory about a very particular type of orgasm was oh-so-wrong.

In Penny, Russ finds a small-town sweetheart with a very naughty side. For the first time ever, he’s thinking about picket fences. Penny finds in Russ a loving, caring man who understands the power of massaging showerheads.

But Russ is only in Port Flamingo for a week. They agree it’ll be a fling and nothing more. Because really, they can’t fall ass-over-teakettle in love just like that…

Can they?

99k words. HEA. Dual POV. No cheating.

Featuring a big drooly dog named Guppy.



In my shopping cart, I’ve got assorted gifts: a box of wine, like I saw in her fridge; every kind of salt-and-vinegar potato chips they sell; a box of Dots; some Kama Sutra warming massage oil because I couldn’t fucking resist.

And that just leaves one more thing.

I put my basket down by a display of cupcakes and clear my throat. “I need to get something written on a cake.”

The baker turns around. She pulls her hairnet off her head and says, “I’m leaving for the night, sir. I can take your order, but it’ll have to be for tomorrow.”

This part can’t wait. Penny needs to know I’m not sleeping on this. She needs to know I listened to every single thing she said—every last detail, every last word.

I lean forward, putting my hands on the curved glass case. I glance at the baker’s nametag and then look her in the tired, baggy eyes. “Jacquie. It’s urgent. I fucked up, and I need to apologize.”

“The bait shop has some nice carnations. Usually.”

“Already tried that. Didn’t take.”

She gives me a stern stare, like if the blue carnations didn’t do it, I must really be in the shit.

“Jacquie. Please.”

She inhales long and hard, pursing her lips tight. “I’ve got my bowling group in twenty minutes.” She points backward toward the freezers, and I see a turquoise bowling shirt hanging on the back of a door. “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t have time.” She starts undoing her apron, which is a smudgy, colorful explosion of frostings. “Like I said, come back tomorrow. I’ll be glad to do whatever you’d like then.”

I pull out my wallet and open the billfold. “I’ll pay your overtime. I’ll pay your lane fees. I’ll buy you a new goddamned pair of bowling shoes. Whatever you want.” I put a fifty on the counter, next to the crumbly remains of some free cookies. “I just need a cake, tonight, with a message written on it.”

She looks at the money and then back at me.

“Jacquie. We’re talking about…” What the hell are we talking about? Chemistry? Sparks? That feeling in my gut that I’ve never felt before? Happiness? No, it’s more than that, and there’s only one word for it. “Love, Jacquie. We’re talking about love.”

Holy fuck. As soon as I say it, I know it’s true. Just a few days with Penny and I’m saying the word I’ve never said before—the one I never thought I’d ever say at all.

She lowers her nose, crumpling her chin into her throat. “Love?”

“Love. Like love-at-first-sight, different-planet, just-like-that love.”

She sighs hard, considering the cash. And then finally she untangles her hairnet from her palm, slipping it over her crunchy curls. “Five minutes. Pick out your cake. I’ve only got time for writing, though. No extra flowers. No balloons. No decoration. No sprinkles. We’re clear?”

“Jacquie, you’re a life saver,” I say, and pull a small round cake, decorated with pink roses, from the display shelf below. I slide it across the bakery case as she reties her apron. Then she takes a pad of paper and hands me a pen.

“Print what you want. Nice and clear. No cursive. I’m not letting one of my cakes become a hashtag bakery fail, all right?” She puts on a pair of plastic food service gloves and pops the lid off the cake. She sets it on a pedestal to the left of the register.

I pick up the pen and look at the blank pad, thinking about what I want to say and how.
It isn’t Shakespeare. It’s the truth. Six words does the job. When I’m finished, I put the pad on the other side of the case. “There.”

Her gloves crinkle as she reads it, and then she recoils a little. She gives me a shame on you shake of her head. “Sir, this is a family establishment. I can’t write that on a cake.”

I pull another fifty out of my wallet. “How about now?”


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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