BLOG TOUR: Choose Me by RC Boldt

Choose Me by RC Boldt

Release Date: May 21, 2019

Choose Me, an all-new standalone coming-of-age romanceby RC Boldt.

Wearing the nicest suit I own, I stand in the very back with a flask full of whiskey in my inner pocket. I put on a brave face as I watch her walk down the aisle.

Because it’s too late.

I refuse to be the bastard who makes her cry on her wedding day, but I’m dying to tell her what I’ve always known. She’s my best friend, but she doesn’t realize she owns my f*cking heart and soul, too.

Each step down that aisle takes her farther away from me and brings her closer to him, forcing me to face the truth: I’ve fallen in love with someone who can’t be mine. If she’d just turn around, maybe she’d realize I love her more than he ever could.

I won’t ruin her perfect day, but my broken heart begs me to try and convince her.

Choose me.

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Oh my lanta!! RC Boldt killed it y'all!! I am completely smitten with Hollis. His insecurities have just touched my heart. Magnolia is his best friend and always has been. They are more than just friends though; they are the other halves to the other. They both know it. They are both too scared and dance around it. Hollis is there for Magnolia unlike anyone has ever been there for her. He loves her and she knows he's always beside her.

I loved the friendship between two people from vastly different lifestyles. I loved that these two didn't let other relationships pull them apart especially during those high school days when so many conflicting emotions come at us. I adored how they both just knew what the other needed and did it. RC Boldt layered in some secrets and lies with a bitter mom and a snobby, upper class mom that thinks she's too good for those lowly blue collar families. Her writing was superb... it's hard to believe some might have been dictated to a husband or a machine. This story was delicious and has some of the sexiest and HOTTEST scenes I have ever read... like EVER. READ!!! I legit wiggled in my seat reading some parts of this book.

I loved the way we started at present day and went all through their lives and friendship. We got to see all the important milestones and a few major heartbreaks. We got to see them fight and make up... but they were always there for each other. Really, RC Boldt was brilliant in keeping my attached to this story. I was so invested after just that first chapter. The writing was vivid and clear, fun and angsty... some of her best writing yet!

I received an ARC of this book with the hope that I would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... my opinions.

 

Excerpt:

“Hollis?”

I startle at the male voice calling my name. When I turn, I find a guy about my height wearing a button-down shirt beneath a sport coat and a pair of pressed slacks. He regards me with a mixture of surprise and recognition while I have no idea who the hell he is. He steps closer with a smile.

“Sorry to catch you off guard,” he apologizes and holds out his hand to me. “Grant Stevenson.”

I shake his hand warily. “Hollis Barnes.” I pause before adding, “But somehow, you already knew that.”

He grins, and if I’m being completely honest, I don’t detect any douchebag vibes. “I recognized you from one of the photos Magnolia has in her room of the two of you.”

It takes all my control to suppress the jolt that zigzags through me at his words. She still keeps a photo of us?

His eyes crinkle at the corners, and he lifts his chin to gesture to me. “Although I have to be honest, the ink and beard initially threw me off.”

A surprised laugh escapes me, and I slide my hands into my pockets.

Grant steps closer and glances around before lowering his voice. “I’m actually glad you’re here. I know you and Magnolia haven’t seen one another in a while, but you’re her oldest friend…”

Oldest friend. Not best friend. I don’t miss the phrasing. Although I don’t feel it’s intentional, it cuts deep just the same.

“I’m nervous as hell, and I’m hopin’ you can tell me if she’d like this.”

It takes me a moment to realize what he’s pulled out of his pocket.

A velvet ring box and a packet of Pop Rocks.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I resist the urge to rub at the center of my chest, where searing pain radiates.

He flicks open the box to reveal a ring with a large diamond that’s fancy as hell. Something Mrs. Barton would love and deem appropriate. But Magnolia? Hell no.

“Her mom helped me pick it out.”

Exactly.

“And I know she loves Pop Rocks since she always has a pack.”

Not the strawberry flavor.

But he’s trying. I can see the nervousness in his expression. The hope. The excitement.

I can’t crush this guy. He’s exactly what her parents have always wanted for her. The kind of guy who doesn’t get his hands dirty. The one with money and connections.

The one who can give her the future her parents expect her to have. The one who won’t come home with rough hands, callused to hell and back from working on a project that’s for a high-end client or due to be auctioned off to a car collector with more money than they know what to do with.

The man who wears button-downs like they’re second skin. Designer clothes.

So caught up in my thoughts, I don’t immediately realize that he’s pocketed the items and is gazing in another direction. When I turn and follow his focus, catching sight of her weaving through the crowd, I take advantage of the moment and let my eyes drink her in. She’s…so goddamn beautiful.

Her long blond hair spills down her back, and even beneath the shapeless graduation gown, her sleek, tanned legs peek out from the bottom hem, her heels accentuating her toned calf muscles.

When she catches sight of Grant, her entire face lights up, and…goddammit.

I can’t do this. This was a fucking mistake. It’s like someone’s performing open heart surgery and just cracked my chest open without anesthesia.

About 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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BLOG TOUR: With A Hitch by RC Boldt

With A Hitch by RC Boldt

Release Date: March 19th

With A Hitch, an all-new standalone contemporary romance by RC Boldt

She’s playing it safe. He’s playing for keeps.

DARCY

Growing up in the foster system, I learned the hard way that lasting love doesn't always come easy. Dating in the modern era can be daunting; the bar scene and dating apps leave you wondering if there's any hope in sight.

That's where I come in. Helping you break the “swipe-right” cycle, I’m dedicated to matching you with the love of your life.

Finding Mrs. Right for Dax Kendrick should be a piece of cake. Except nothing about this man is simple.

DAX

The NFL has given me more than I ever imagined—a roof over my head, food on the table, and a chance to provide for the family who sacrificed everything while I chased my dreams.

Maintaining a squeaky-clean image for my sponsors when my paycheck and the fruits of my endorsements are all the women want is a hefty challenge.

I’d nearly given up when I hired Darcy Cole. Yet the more I’m around her, the less I care about finding my perfect match.

Because it might be right in front of me.

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Eek! I can't help but be excited about With a Hitch by RC Boldt! I have a serious obsession with hilarious books and RC Boldt is hilarious! She makes me literally laugh out loud and I know lol is said a lot but I don't really think people do it as often. Don't you think we'd be laughing all the time? But, and this is a pretty big BUT, RC Boldt's writing and humor is different than other authors. Somehow Mrs. Boldt is able to give us a fall outta your seat laughing mixed with real emotion. She weaves her words with love... with a deepness that most RomComs/Sports Romance does not possess or can't even accomplish.

It's a gift.
You either have it, or you don't.
RC Boldt is rockin it!

Now, I did laugh... a lot. But this book is not her Blue Balls or Clam Jam type of funny. With A Hitch is packed with high impact emotions. Boldt had my feelings bouncing all over the table... I felt like a beer pong at a frat party. I felt so much confliction and emotions from this story that at times it's easy to forget how easily this author can make me smile since she also reaches in and rips my heart out.

Dax and Darcy are magnetic. They have so much baggage between the two of them. I really enjoyed the slow burn and the lovely way they built a real solid friendship. It’s something else that makes RC Boldt’s story even more relatable and more realistic. Boldt's creativity and storytelling could keep me entranced for days! Dax is a character that I lost myself in... we might all lose yourself in his swoony ways. He really packs a punch in With a Hitch!

I received an ARC of this book with the hope that I would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... my opinions.

 

Excerpt:

DAX

* * *

“Where’s my favorite girl?” I call out, entering my childhood home.

“I’m here, Uncle Dax!” my niece, Violet, hollers through the house just before her quick footsteps follow.

My parents refused to let me buy them a new house once I started putting money in the bank. Mom didn’t want the neighbors to think she and Dad thought they were better than anyone else. This means my parents, my sister, and niece, all still live in the fifteen-hundred-square-feet home I grew up in.

I did pay off their mortgage as well as my sister’s student loans before I set up a college fund for my niece, much to their dismay. But let’s be honest, it’s the least I could do for a family who’s always been there for me.

Dad refused to retire from the hardware store, but I at least got him to agree to go from full-time to part-time a few years ago. It took some aggressive bargaining, but when I’d shown him how well the account I’d started for them with my financial planner had been doing, he’d finally relented.

“Hey! I thought I was your favorite girl!” another female voice protests.

“Well, I don’t know,” I hedge. “Depends on if you made any chocolate chip cookies.”

My mother promptly swats at me with a laugh, the little crinkles at the corners of her eyes becoming more pronounced. The guys always say I resemble my mom, and even though I know they say it in more of a shit talking, you look like your mama kind of way, it’s still true. She and I have the same smile, and although her skin is darker than mine—my dad’s the odd man out in the family with fair white skin—there’s no mistaking me for being her son.

I pull her close for a hug, and she pats my back, mumbling, “I swear, you just keep getting more muscles every time I see you.” The top of her head barely reaches my shoulder, and her dark hair seems like it has more gray threaded in it each time I see her.

“Don’t give him a bigger head than he already has.”

My eyes catch sight of Violet and my sister, Ava, entering the small kitchen. Mom releases me, and Violet rushes past her mother intent on getting to me first. I bend and scoop her up in a big hug.

“Uncle Dax, I missed you.” Her whispered words wrap themselves around me.

“I missed you, too, love bug.” God, I swear, she’s growing like a damn weed lately. Once I set her on her feet, she starts talking a mile a minute.

“Oh my gosh, Uncle Dax! You’re not going to believe what happened the other day in gymnastics camp. That girl I told you about—the one who was saying my hair was weird and stuff—well, I finally had enough, and I did what you told me to do.”

All eyes are suddenly on me. Trust me when I say this is not what a man wants in this household because it normally means I’m in deep shit.

“Uh, remind me again what I told you?” I say slowly, praying to God above that I hadn’t made some idiotic, off-the-cuff comment as a joke, and she took me seriously.

Violet gives me one of those old people are so forgetful looks. “You said I could use sarcasm because most people who are mean and rude don’t understand it, and it’ll go over their head and be a beautiful inside joke for you and everyone else who doesn’t have shit for brains.”

“Violet,” my mother and Ava say in unison, flashing me a stern look.

Violet grimaces. “Sorry. But I was quoting him.” Then she picks right up. “And then you said I should let it roll off my shoulders like it doesn’t bother me.” She grins happily. “Well, I did a combination of the two. And she’s totally left me alone ever since.” My niece pumps a fist in the air. “Go Team Kendrick!”

“Way to go!” We exchange a high five. Sobering, I school my face in a stern expression. “Remember not to cuss, though. It’s not ladylike.”

Her sweet face peers up at me, so adorably cute with such seriousness that it takes all my effort to not break into a smile. “How about ‘crap’?”

“Uh…” I flick my eyes to Ava, who makes a face before shrugging. “I think that one can be okay, as long as it’s not overused.”

Violet nods. “Noted.” God, this kid is such an old soul sometimes. “I’m going to practice my backflips for gymnastics some more out back.” In a flash, she’s gone.

I sag against the counter. “Man, two minutes, and I’m exhausted.”

My sister sidles up beside me and snickers. “As if Mr. Gatorade himself ever gets exhausted.”

I toss her a sharp look. “Seriously? One advertising campaign for a sports drink, and you’re giving me sh—”

“Ahem!” our mother clears her throat pointedly.

“Crap.” Mom nods in approval, and I continue. “About it?” I place a palm flat against the center of my chest, feigning sadness. “Where’s the love?”

She shoves at me playfully. “You get enough love from all your admirers.”

Mom huffs. “You need to settle down with a nice woman.”

“Speaking of a nice woman…” I press my lips thin, trying to figure out how to best tell them I decided to use a matchmaking service, but decide to throw caution to the wind. “I hired a professional,” I blurt out.

As if in slow motion, my mother turns around slowly from where she’s stirring something on the stove. My sister’s jaw goes slack. And they both gape at me.

Just the reaction a guy wants.

My mother’s expression is horrified. Not quite what I was expecting, but then again, she’s always been a spitfire.

“Dax Allen Kendrick! I forbid it!”

I rear back, confused as hell. “Why would you forbid it?”

Her jaw drops, and she gasps indignantly. “Why would I forbid it?!” She turns to my sister, her voice increasing in volume. “Why would I forbid it?!”

“Say it again, Mom. Not sure we heard you the first time,” my sister deadpans.

If my mother didn’t have a freaking wooden spoon in her hand, I’d let out the laugh aching to break free. I got to know that sucker really well through my early years, and even though I’m older, I don’t put it past my mother to come at me with that thing.

Speaking of which, my right ass cheek starts to throb in remembrance at the mere sight of that spoon.

I hold up my hands. “Calm down, Mom.” Shit. I didn’t expect this reaction. “Look, she’s great at what she does and—”

The hand holding the wooden spoon rises another inch, and I flinch in response. “Don’t you tell me what she’s great at, young man!”

I look at my sister, silently pleading for help. She merely shrugs, wide-eyed, with an I don’t pretend to understand her look.

Great. I’m left to fend for myself once again.

“Can you just put that thing”—I gesture to the spoon in her hand—“down, so I can explain?”

My mother’s lips purse like she’s just bit into the sourest of lemons. Her eyes practically spew fire at me. “Fine.” Her tone is curt. “But you’re not too old to get swatted with it, young man,” she warns with a pointed look.

My hands fly to my ass protectively, and my sister snorts. I glare at her, and she simply sticks her tongue out at me in response.

Some things never change.

“Okay, so Ivy, Becket’s wife—”

My mother’s expression instantly softens. “Such a sweet girl, that one.” Then with a stern look, she adds, “You need to find someone like that.”

I draw in a deep breath, praying for patience. “Ivy’s business partner, Darcy, runs a matchmaking service and—” At the odd expression on my mother’s face, I stop. “What’s that look for?”

“Oh, honey.” She lets out a long sigh before spinning around to tend to the saucepan on the stove.

I stare at my sister expectantly. Her lips twitch as though she’s attempting to restrain a smile. I wave her on. “Say it.”

She snickers. “Mom thought when you said ‘professional,’ you meant prostitute.”

I whip around to stare at my mother. “Are you serious?!” What the hell? “You really think I’d hire a freaking prostitute?”

“Apparently so,” my sister chimes in with a smirk.

I toss up my hands in exasperation. “I can’t believe you think I’d resort to that.”

“Well,” my sister starts, “you have been single for a while.”

“That doesn’t mean I’d hire a prostitute for fu—” Mom’s head whips around in warning, and I correct myself quickly. “For God’s sake.”

“What’s a prostitute?”

Fucking hell. Violet’s just come back inside.

“Nothing.” That’s my mother’s response.

“A person who makes bad choices.” My sister’s no-nonsense response.

“A woman who sells—” This time, I really do get swatted with the wooden spoon. As if it doesn’t sting enough against my bare forearm, I now have a line of pasta sauce on it too.

I grin and make a show of licking the sauce off my skin. Mom hates that.

She raises the spoon threateningly, and I hold up my hands in surrender. “I just want to be loved. What’s a guy have to do to get some love these days?”

“Pretty sure you already know what you have to do to get some love,” my sister mutters under her breath.

I jab an index finger in her direction and give her a sharp look. “Watch it, or I’ll tell Mom who broke that angel statue she brought home from a garage sale.”

Ava’s expression morphs into astonishment. “You swore you’d never bring that up!” Her lips curve suddenly in a devious smile. “As long as I never tell Mom what happened to that pair of booty shorts she got you for twenty-five cents.”

“What shorts?” my mother asks.

I stare at her in complete disbelief. “Seriously? You’re more worried about the hideous shorts that put my junk on display than the statue she broke?”

My mother sputters. “But you said you loved those shorts!”

I glance up at the ceiling, hoping for divine intervention, which, of course, never comes. “Mom,” I say with exaggerated patience. “The shorts were cut so high I would’ve had to wax.”

“Well, you could’ve said so,” she huffs, turning back to the stove. “They were a great deal.”

“I’m sure they were a steal for a quarter.” My sister snickers at my sarcastic response, and we burst out laughing.

Our mom’s been a fan of garage sales for as far back as we can remember. Sometimes she brings home some decent stuff, but more often than not, it ends up being some hideous “treasure.”

Hence the shorts.

“You two are gonna get it!” Mom warns, raising that infamous wooden spoon once more.

Man, it’s good to be home.

About 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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COVER REVEAL: With A Hitch by RC Boldt

With a Hitch by RC Boldt

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: March 19th

Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling

Photographer: James Critchley

Model: Amo Lidder

She’s playing it safe. He’s playing for keeps.

DARCY

Growing up in the foster system, I learned the hard way that lasting love doesn't always come easy. Dating in the modern era can be daunting; the bar scene and dating apps leave you wondering if there's any hope in sight.

That's where I come in. Helping you break the “swipe-right” cycle, I’m dedicated to matching you with the love of your life.

Finding Mrs. Right for Dax Kendrick should be a piece of cake. Except nothing about this man is simple.

DAX

The NFL has given me more than I ever imagined—a roof over my head, food on the table, and a chance to provide for the family who sacrificed everything while I chased my dreams.

Maintaining a squeaky-clean image for my sponsors when my paycheck and the fruits of my endorsements are all the women want is a hefty challenge.

I’d nearly given up when I hired Darcy Cole. Yet the more I’m around her, the less I care about finding my perfect match.

Because it might be right in front of me.

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About R. C. 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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COVER REVEAL: The Good Samaritan by RC Boldt

Title: The Good Samaritan

Author: RC Boldt

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Design: Cover Me Darling

Photo: James Critchley

Model: Charlie Garforth

Release Date: September 18, 2018

Blurb

The biggest story of her life is the one he wants to hide.

I’m homeless by choice.

I have no intention of returning to my former life after what I’ve done.

This - living among the filth and discarded remnants of others - is what I deserve.

As atonement for my sins, I give back; I help those who cannot help themselves. But it’s always under the guise of anonymity.

Newspaper headlines throughout the city are clamoring to discover my identity.  Including the beautiful woman who manages to see through my “armor.”

She has the capability to put my entire life at risk.

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RELEASE BLITZ: Ditched by RC Boldt

Title: Ditched

Author: RC Boldt

Genre: Contemporary/Sports Romance

Release Date: April 3, 2018

Blurb

He’s playing for the heart she’s had sidelined for years.

IVY HAYES


Dating can be a rocky journey. Once the new shine wears off,
you may end up with a case of buyer’s remorse.

That’s where I come in. I set the backdrop and coach you through the breakup.

Don't want overblown drama, hard feelings, or a drink tossed in your face? Then I'm your fairy godmother, child.

BECKET JONES


As an NFL quarterback, endorsement ads and the media pandering after me are all part of the game.

Ivy Hayes is the first woman who doesn't care about my  money and the notoriety that goes along with it.

But I'm a long-term guy, and she operates strictly in the now. Which means I need to bring my A-game.

Otherwise, I’ll end up getting ditched.

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Let’s just get this out of the way, that cover… it’s lickable! Like I’m hoping it’s in matte because it’ll looks super gorgeous, but I kind of want it in glossy so I can lick it… like several times! I have this thing for back and shoulder muscles and Becket’s are out of this world hot! You know what makes this even sexier than it is? The fact that Becket is the SWEETEST and the most CARING male character I have ever read about… even more so with him being a sports star. He deserves a place on the Book Boyfriend Hall of Fame! Like top spot! Becket is just the entire package wrapped up in a pretty bow! We’ve got this sexy as sin football player who helps and gives back to the community, loves his family and friends, is completely panty-dropping adorable with kids, and is just so charming and witty. It shouldn’t be fair! I kept waiting for his evil, serial killer side to unleash, but alas, I never saw it!

I just adore how this all started, with previous characters from “He Loves me… Knot.” Seeing previous characters is always so refreshing. It’s like meeting old friends for tea! The back and forth text messages were perfect and so completely realistic to everyday life that I felt like I was spying. Ivy is so different from Becket. She’s so aloft and guarded. However, when she starts to drop her walls, we see another side to Ivy. I have to mention the secondary characters especially Tank. I really picture him as this HUGE 300 lb football player with this soft and caring heart with an amazing ability to cut through tension with his humor. 

So besides this being a completely heart-warming and adorable romance, this book made me think and reevaluate myself. I now believe whole-heartedly that everyone deserves an “I love me” room. It doesn’t hurt to love yourself and to be proud of your accomplishments. I just loved the way it made me reconsider how I think of myself, how I value myself. Be sure to follow the link at the end of the book for that extra scene… I think we might get a bit of a hint for what’s coming up next for RC Boldt!

I received an ARC of this book with the hope that I would leave an Unbiased Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my opinions are just that... my opinions.

Author Bio

RC Boldt currently lives on the southeastern coast of North Carolina, 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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