After everything blew up on Christmas, Liz walked
away from me, and I let her. She said she needed space and a chance to pursue
her dreams. But we both knew she was running from the mess she made. Now the
political campaign she used as an ex- cuse to leave is bringing us back
together and I’m proving to her what she really needs—not just the hot nights,
greedy hands, and undeniable physical chemistry. What she really needs is
something real. What she really needs…is me.
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Reckless and Real #1
Release: December 2014
He talks dirty to me, but I don’t know his
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
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About the Author
Once a college English professor, I now write full
time. I live in rural Indiana, where, when I’m not writing, I get to hang out
with my husband and two kids--a six-year-old boy and a two-year-old hellion, er, girl. Not surprisingly,
reading and writing remain my favorite activities, though both come in bits and
pieces these days, not the big hunks of time I en- joyed before I had children.
When I’m feeling virtuous, I like to go running (I use that word liberally. I’m
really, really slow) or do yoga. Don’t worry, I’m always careful to balance out
such activities with a hearty serving of ice cream or a chocolate martini.
Twitter: @writerlexiryan; https://twitter.com/writerlexiryan