Blog Tour with Review: Truth In Pieces by RC Boldt

October 26, 2020



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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RC Boldt has delivered an action pack plot twist that has left me not only stunned, but giving her a round of applause because it was executed nicely. Truth In Pieces was a story that started off with an illusion that you will be in control of the outcome because your feelings will be under control but let me school you on something right now: It won’t be and these characters will turn you upside down for better or for worse.

What happens when your seemingly normal life gets an interruption form the biggest drug cartel leader in Miami? It goes up in flames. For professor Olivia Wright, life as she knows it, is now gone and in it’s place is a dangerous and rude awakening. Now in the cross hairs of a long standing feud that has put her on the radar, Olivia must now come to terms with an arrangement that has the power to either put her life in danger, or sacrifice the most important thing that she has never given up. Her heart. Can Olivia and Nico survive? Or will someone get burn?


I have to say that I went into this story thinking that I was going to be getting a straight forward forbidden romance with a little bit of danger but I ended up getting so much more. I really liked the main characters and enjoyed seeing them when they were on top but also vulnerable. Everything was not always perfect but it showed that they just like us in a way and they made mistakes and learned from them.

Now as for the plot twists that I didn’t really see coming. I thought that I knew what was going to happen and in a way I was right but for the rest? I had no idea the author was going to drop that kind of bomb on me!!


This is my second book that ive read from this author and she’s quickly climbing up on my favorite author list. Her writing is effortless, her storytelling sucks you in, and you’re constantly asking yourself this question: When can I read more???????



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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  1. I haven't read from this author for a while, but now I know I'll be reading from her again soon. I need to meet Nico :) Fantabulous review, Sonya!! ❤️❤️