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Professed by Nicola Rendell Blog Tour

Posted on Aug 13, 2016 by in Book Tour, review |

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At a secret masked ball at Yale, Naomi Costa is literally swept off her stiletto-blistered feet by a man with a killer jawline, a perfect body, and an even-better kiss. They bust out of an emergency exit and have axis-shaking sex. He pours whiskey in her belly button and after they run out of condoms, they have to get creative. That kind of sex. 

The next day, she learns that he is none other than Dr. Benjamin Beck, a brand new member of the Yale faculty and the hottest thing to happen to academia since… well, ever. She has to take his damned junior seminar to graduate, but it gets worse. He’s also her College Master: her boss, her advisor, her everything. And he’s just moved in, right downstairs. 

They can’t stay away from each other. They’re either fusion or fission or both. They’re making out in libraries, hiding notes between stones, and sneaking off to nautically themed AirBnbs. Hear that sound? It’s the academic code of ethics going up in flames.

If they’re found out, he’ll lose his job and his reputation. She’ll lose her scholarship and be forced to return to the life of lobster fishing that she thought she’d escaped.

And they will be found out, yes they will.

So what the hell are they going to do?


To the reader: Things get damned dirty in this book. The characters curse, the sex gets explicit. It’s an erotic love story with fury. Be advised.

Other tasters’ notes: HEA. Sweet. Funny. Dirty. Muddy. Wet. Inspired by a real professor.

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I need to drink whiskey from that belly button. Screw every other idea I’ve ever had. Jack Daniels. Belly button. Naomi. That’s the only fucking philosophical logic I will ever need.

She’s still on the heels of her orgasm, and I want to leave her there just like she is, but I have to take her with me. I have to keep her close. I hook my head under her bound wrists and take her off the bed to bring her with me as we kiss—because I cannot stop kissing her, will not stop kissing her. With my hand behind me, I fling open the minibar and fumble around blind. Chips, nuts, pretzels, what is that, a roll of Mentos?

Jack Daniels, where the hell are you?

Grabbing what feels like the right little bottle, I turn to look down. Gin. I toss it towards the desk. Second try, and bingo. I’ve got it.

But I’m going to have to let go of her to open this damned bottle. Proof that the world is an unfair and unkind place. It’ll have to be done. I let go of her face, and it makes her moan, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she grips onto the back of my neck with my tie and hangs on even tighter through the kiss.

As I crack the lid, her eyes widen, inches from mine. I feel her cheeks rise as she smiles. With one last dip into her mouth, I force myself to break the kiss, ducking down to get my head out from under her bound arms.

We stand there staring at one another for an instant. Her pupils dilate, and that’s when I press her to the bed. “Hope you’re not ticklish.”

Even as she lands with a cushy thunk on the mattress, she’s giving me that all-trouble smile. She scoots back towards the pillows, her long black hair a gorgeous tangle behind her, the same color as my tie. There’s a tan line at her stomach, and it’s killing me.

“So ticklish. But I can take it.”

            I lie down at a right angle to her body, with my cheek to her stomach. I can smell her wetness in the air and on my fingers.

            “Ready?” I ask. I sink my cheek deeper into her skin. God, this skin. God damn, this superfine skin. I tip the bottle towards her stomach.

“Ready,” she says. I feel her whole body quiver. The ticklish before the tickle is the agony of agonies.

 When the whiskey hits her, she grips my hair tight. For one second, I resist all temptation: I watch it all unfold. The whiskey shivers, her body shivers, and then the shivers come out as a jagged gasp.

I lick it off, and she squirms and sucks air through her teeth. I suck it from her and growl into her body. Her feet hook around my calves. I move to her nipples, dribble on a few drops and smear them around with my tongue. I move to that perfect little depression at the base of her neck. Straight-up Naomi. Fucking heaven. Her skin, that hair, her sounds, the way her body moves under my mouth? Lemonade, when it’s too hot for anything else? I can still feel my first orgasm deep in my cock, but I’m hard again. She’s not only wrecked all my philosophies. She’s turned me into a goddamned teenager.

            I grab a condom, from my wallet this time, and tear it open. “We’re going to need more of these.”

            But she shakes her head into the pillows. She holds my stare as she slides her hands all over her body, red polish on porcelain. “Put it here. Put it everywhere.”

Christ. It’s official. I’ve been pussywhipped in record time.

And I don’t even know her last name.


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What I Thought

Not going to lie, I love a good student-teacher romance. To me the word FORBIDDEN in the romance genre just means sexy and hot and then I am instantly drawn in. Forbidden romance, I cannot resist. The secrets. The thrills. The excitement. It heightens everything. Keeps you guessing and I think this makes for an excellent read. Nicola Rendell got it spot on for me with Professed.
Naomi Costa, the daughter of a lobsterman, wants more in life than what her mum had. She wants more than to be a fisherman’s wife. So she is at Yale College, working numerous jobs just to get by. Upon receiving an invite to a secret society private masked party, Naomi is intrigued and goes along. It’s a party for people of all sexualities and kink to mingle, to be themselves. Naomi locks eyes with a hottie in a gold mask.
The hottie is Dr Benjamin Beck. A nihilist, he believes in nothing. He is at the party, enjoying his last night of freedom before arriving at his new place of work the next day. Ben starts to approach Naomi, from first glance and upon first touch, sparks fly, chemistry sizzles and the two cannot control themselves. Not even able to wait long enough to get back to Ben’s hotel room, they just about make it outside through an emergency exit before things become physical. Ben and Naomi then proceed to spend one of the most pleasurable and passionate nights of their lives together.
The morning after soon arrives, Naomi needs to get back to campus. Ben needs to get to his new job. They each think this was it, an exceptional night together, never to see each other again. Until that is, later on in the day. Naomi heads to work. Ready to help at an event to welcome the new master of Yale College, a new professor. Professor Benjamin Beck. A guy who, just hours before was tying her up, devouring her body, a guy she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about. Oh f**k!!
Can Naomi be around Ben after what happened between them? He’s her professor, her boss. What’s between them though is so intense, so new to them both, can they fight it? Or do they take a risk and possibly lose a career and a college scholarship?
Something at the end of the synopsis to this book caught my attention.

“Inspired by a real professor”

I would love to ask Nicola in what way. Is this like a true story? Has Nicola either experienced this situation or does she know somebody that has? Is Dr Beck a real person with a name change? If so, Woah….. Can I meet him?! In my head, he’s hot!
Nicola writes Professed from both the male and female perspective, although Ben’s chapters seemed a lot shorter than Naomi’s. This was ok though. Ben could get a little sappy at times ha ha. I loved Naomi’s character. She’s spunky. Quite entertaining. She made me laugh a few times throughout the book.

I knock again. I count the number of stones under my feet. Up above me, a squirrel throws an acorn and it clunks off my forehead.
Of course, that’s when he opens the door, when I’m pressing my hand to my head and whispering “A**hole!” at the tree.
“Hi?” he says. He looks up. The offender is gone. The acorn ricocheted off into the flower beds. I probably look like a lunatic.

I thought Professed coasted a little in the beginning couple of chapters, but once the story hits the juicy bits, which isn’t too far in, then it’s spot on from there and I was addicted. The erotica is detailed and sexy, Nicola knows how to write a great sex scene, it’s clear from the beginning that Naomi and Ben are naturally dom and submissive without it even being stated so, during erotica scenes it is hinted at spanking and tying up, but we aren’t given these scenes in detail. This was the only disappointment for me really. These could have been some seriously hot scenes for Professed, fitting in perfectly. Don’t get me wrong, what is written is still enough to get you hot under the collar due to the descriptive and skilled writing from Nicola, the emotion and intensity the characters feel shines through.
Professed brings everything you would expect and want from a student-teacher, forbidden romance story. Always keeping you guessing. Will they get caught out or will they get away with it? Is a happily ever after ever going to be on the cards for the couple? I will say a little more student/teacher/teaching action could have been added to up the intensity of the story being based in a college setting, not that you ever forget where the story is based. I just like to read a little of the professor trying to teach the student while all hot and bothered and struggling to concentrate because of it, but that could just be me.
I did thoroughly enjoy this book though and I cannot wait for Confessed, the next story in the series, to be released. Lucy, Naomi’s best friend in Professed was a great secondary character and I can’t wait to read her story.

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About The Author

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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.

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Author Interview

1sweet What is your favourite movie and why?

My favorite movie is Henry and June. Beyond being unbelievably sexy, I just love the feel of it. I could watch the trailer alone over and over again. I also adore Amélie and The Piano.

1sweet Can you tell us a joke?

You know, for someone who likes writing funny things I am a legitimately terrible joke teller. I always botch the punchline. Instead of a joke, I will give you this delightful Norwegian saying that my grandpa loved: Alt har ein ende, så nær som pølsa: Ho har to. “Everything has an end, except a sausage has two.”

1sweet Choose two celebrities to be your parents?

Oh my God. What an amazing question. Anne Bancroft and Dustin Hoffman, hands down.

 1sweetWhat would I find in your refrigerator right now?

There’s half of a chicken I roasted last night. Couscous. Half a bottle of white wine. Eggs, cream, a raspberry ricotta cake. Apricots. Olives. Two T-bone steaks. Brie cheese. Pink lady apples.

1sweet If you could of been told one thing that you weren’t told as a teenager, what would you like to of heard?

Listen to yourself; you are good enough exactly as you are.

1sweet Do you have any guilty pleasures?

I love a fresh french baguette with really good butter. Also, wine. All the wine. I love pinot gris, but I’ve found some top-notch boxed red wine…I’m not picky. You can make almost anything into a sangria. Avocados. I think I’m still stuck on the question about that’s in my fridge! Aside from eating, love a good British TV mystery. There are a few that I have watched literally thousands of times. Also, any audiobook narrated by Patrick Tull.

 1sweetCan you tell us a little bit about your latest release?

Professed is my first foray into erotica. At first, I thought I’d write dark erotica, because that is really what turns me on, but slowly the humor bubbled up and I found myself writing something that both turned me on and made me giggle. But not usually at the same time! Really good sex is pretty serious business.

1sweet Were you good at English and creative writing in school?

I certainly enjoyed it! I can say that much!

1sweet What is the hardest thing about writing?

The fear that you will never come up with a story that you love as much as the one you just finished.

1sweet Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer to see where an idea takes you?

I love the idea of being a pantser, as they say, but I am definitely one who works better from an outline. If I don’t have plot points to anchor me, I will go completely and utterly off the rails. I know this from a lot of experience.

 1sweetWho designs your book covers and do you think the cover plays an important role in the buying process?

Najla Qamber Designs does my covers. While we all like to say we don’t judge a book by its cover, we do. It’s inevitable. I think covers should represent both what’s inside the book and the aesthetic sense of the author. I think the cover of Professed does that really well. A cover is also an important artistic signal as to what might be inside. A well-crafted and alluring image is invaluable, especially now that a good cover can get excellent traction online. I also think that if obvious care, time, and precision has been put into a cover it bodes well for the level of writing on the pages.

1sweet Is anything you write based in real life experiences or is it purely all imagination?

I find professors in their late-thirties to be incredibly yummy. I may or may not be married to one. I have a working knowledge of Yale that is very helpful. I also write sexual switches because I find a shifting bedroom power dynamic to be a hell of a lot of fun.

1sweet Is there one subject you would never write about as an author? If so what is it?

I don’t think I could ever write a non-con rape scene. I don’t want to put myself through that, nor my readers. 

1sweet Do you have any strange writing habits?

I cannot write after sunset, but I don’t really know why. I can, however, write before the sun comes up… which I often do. I also block all social media using an absolutely fantastic app called SelfControl. I am naturally an introvert so all that interacting with the world can jumble the peace of my mind. I also drink a lot of tea but never coffee.

 1sweetWhat is one of the most surprising things you have learnt whilst writing?

My characters seem to exist as people of their own. They don’t come to me, as some writers experience; it’s more as if I go to them and follow them around the world, taking notes all the time.

1sweet Do you have any advice for future writers?

Stay soft, keep watching, and write the shit out of everything. Never stop. Never wait for the muse. Publishing and readership is subjective, but as long as you write for you, as long as your art is the best you can make it, then keep on cranking two thousand every damned day until you can’t go any further. When you get rejected, which you will, read this article. Be ambitious but be humble. Find the very best and most competent editors you can and listen to what they tell you. And always be grateful. Stay grateful for everything.

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