New York Times and USA Today
Bestselling Author
Lexi
Ryan
Adult
Contemporary Romance
Release:
December 22,
2014
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He talks
dirty to me, but I don’t know his
name.
He wants
to tie me up, but I don’t know his
face.
He turns
me on, but I couldn’t point him out in a
crowd.
I’ve
fallen for an anonymous stranger, and tonight the
anonymity ends. Tonight I want more than typed secrets and
texted promises. I
want something reckless. Heat. Passion. The thrill of being
entirely possessed.
Because I
suspect this anonymous stranger isn’t a
stranger at
all.
Lizzy
Thompson met riverrat69 online through Something
Real, a service promising to deliver meaningful
relationships by forbidding its
users to share names or photos until they’ve reached a
certain benchmark. She
was looking for love. He was researching an investment. They
hit it off. Talked
and flirted, hid behind screen names and cartoon
avatars.
Now
they’re breaking the rules and meeting in person.
But Liz is prepared. She’s picked up hints and followed
clues.
She’s
ninety-percent convinced she’s discovered the
identity of her dirty-talking online
friend.
She
wonders if her ex-lover Sam Bradshaw knows her identity
too.
When she
rolls the dice on one reckless night, her
chance at something real could
crumble.
Excerpt
from Something
Reckless
“You look
amazing in this dress. I’ve been pretending
all night that there’s something I want to do more than get
you out of it.”
“What
would you do with me if you got so
lucky?”
“I’d keep
you up all night, for starters.” He slides a
hand into my hair and traces the side of my neck with his
thumb. His groan
rumbles through me. “Tell me what you came here
for.”
I
thought that was pretty clear.
“I’m wearing extremely
slutty underwear. What do you
think?”
His
nostrils flare and his breathing goes thready. “I
think I’m going to have to up my game, because now I want to
see it.”
I have to
bite back a smile. “Good,” I say. My heart
thumps out a beat, probably Morse code for
please
and thank you.
“How
slutty is this underwear of
yours?”
I lick my
lips. “Oh, it’s damn near
whorish.”
“Let me
see it, Liz.”
I lift my
chin and prop my hands on my hips.
“Seriously? That’s all the seduction I get? Let
me see
it
?”
He steps
closer until I have to crane my neck to look
at him, and holy hell he smells good. “What game are we
playing here, Rowdy?”
he murmurs against my ear. “Is this the one where we pretend
we don’t want each
other and sleep alone . . .” His fingers skim down my
shoulder and my eyes
float closed. “Or is it the one where I make you come so
hard you scream my
name and tomorrow you act like you want nothing to do with
me?”
“Are
those my only choices?” I ask, but I keep my eyes
closed, focusing on the feel of his rough fingers dancing
across my skin. The
truth is, I don’t want to play either game. I’m done playing
games when it
comes to Sam. I’m done pretending I don’t want him when I
do, and I’m done
pretending our annual one-night stand is enough for me.
“Tell me
you aren’t going to run away in the morning.
Promise me you won’t shut me out
again.”
I don’t
know what that means, and I’m too scared to
analyze it. My eyes are still closed when he takes my chin
in his fingers and
tilts my face up to his, still closed when he brushes his
lips over mine and
when I open under him because I’m helpless to this man’s
kiss.
“Promise
me,” he repeats.
“I won’t
run away.” Then I unzip my dress and let it
fall to the floor in a puddle, and my boldness is rewarded.
Sam’s lips part and
his breath escapes him in a rush.
He steps
back and takes me in. The bra is strapless,
black lace demi-cups that lift my breasts until they threaten
to spill out. The
panties—what there is of them—are a thong in matching black
lace. Their fine
lace straps sit in a sharp V high on
my hipbones.
A ringlet
of hair escaped my up-do, and he takes it
between his fingers and twirls it around. I deserve a medal
for not melting
right here at his feet.
He hooks
his index finger under the black bow between
my bra cups. “Did you wear this for me?” His voice is a
husky whisper that I
can’t deny.
“Yes.”
His
fingers skim my belly, trace over my hip,
following the lace of my thong behind me to where the straps
meet at the small
of my back. My breath catches as he takes the fabric path
over the curve of my
tailbone and down, his fingers bringing every nerve ending
to life as they
pass. Electric pleasure whips through
me.
“Fourteen
months since I’ve touched you,” he says.
“Fourteen months since I’ve gotten to hear the way you
breathe when you’re
turned on, since I’ve gotten to listen to you scream as I
make you come. Tell
me you haven’t thought about
it.”
“I’d be
lying.”
“Don’t
lie,” he says, eyes hot and intense. “Just tell
me you want
me.”
Copyright
Lexi Ryan, 2014
Adult
Contemporary
Romance
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About
the
Author
New York Times and USA
Today bestselling
romance author Lexi Ryan’s
novels have been described as intense, emotional, and
wickedly sexy. A former
college professor, she now writes full-time from her home in
Indiana, where she
lives with her husband, two children, and a neurotic dog.
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