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 now the anonymity ends. 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 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 nearly 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.
Lizzy Thompson’s life is sort of a mess: she’s in love (and in complete panty-melting lust) with a guy who likely hates her, her once good friend definitely hates her thanks to a moment of weakness and, she has no idea what she wants to be when she grows up. Her only consolation are the moments she spends online talking with her new “friend” known only as Riverrat69. The “relationship” with Riverrat69 started out as two singles looking for possible companionship but over the course of their time together the conversations have become decidedly less friendly and far, far naughtier. The online community Lizzy and Riverrat 69 belong to is a very small, closed group and Lizzy believes she knows who her suitor is even though they have never exchanged photos, real names or, met in person. If Riverrat69 is in fact her sort-of ex, Sam Bradshaw then Lizzy is both terrified and intrigued. But that’s getting ahead of ourselves . . .
Lizzy and Sam have known one another for most of their lives since Lizzy has long been friends with Sam’s sister, Della. For most of her life, Lizzy has lusted after Sam but after a failed attempt in college to seduce him, she has kept her distance. Mostly. There was that one wedding and that one night . . . . That one wedding and that one night was one of the most memorable for both Sam and Lizzy and though Sam doesn’t generally do attachments and entanglements, Lizzy is a woman he feels differently about and if he could just muster up the courage to tell her he’s willing to give something other than a one-night stand a try, he just might find a willing partner. As fate would have it, one of Sam’s other non-entanglements reappears at a most inopportune time and before he knows it, Lizzy is out of his life and he is left at a complete and total loss.
In the years since Lizzy and Sam last tangled with one another things have gone decidedly downhill for each. Sam’s job is about the only stable thing in his life, his father’s political campaign is limiting his extracurricular activities and, he’s recently begun dreaming about Lizzy, the one woman who once made him think about something more. Lizzy’s life hasn’t been much better. In the wake of leaving Sam, Lizzy turned to her friend, (and most unfortunately Della’s boyfriend) Conner for comfort and things went horribly wrong causing Lizzy to become all but a pariah in her hometown. With little to no direction in her life and most of the people she once held dear shunning her, Lizzy turns to online dating and “meets” Riverrat69. In one of the few strokes of luck she has, Lizzy also manages to be hired on as an aide to Sam’s father’s political campaign. Essentially, the only two things in Lizzy’s life that are even remotely considered bright spots are going to cause her a whole lot of darkness in the very near future.
For weeks, Lizzy does her best to navigate her new world. She loves her new job and is very good at it but she is also working with Conner, Della’s now-husband and constantly comes into contact with Sam. Della isn’t just cold, she is downright vicious in her hatred of Lizzy, Conner is stuck in the middle and wants nothing more than to put the whole sordid mess behind him and, Sam keeps acting decidedly interested in Lizzy. With each passing day, Lizzy grows more attached to Sam and becomes further convinced that he is indeed, Riverrat69. As events begin to unfold, Lizzy and Riverrat69 decide to meet in the real world, Sam and Lizzy share more than one amazing night together and, Sam’s past once again comes back to haunt him. The family drama reaches an all-time high and by the time you run out of pages, the shit has well and truly hit the fan. In fact, the shit has hit multiple fans and Lizzy once again finds herself and her life in shambles.
The Bottom Line: Something Wild and Something Reckless are exactly as advertised!! I very much enjoyed having the Something Wild prequel as I am a BIG fan of backstory and this prequel gave me a lot of good information about Sam and Lizzy and their shared history. Quite frankly, the shared history very much helped me understand the actions, reactions and, motivations of each character (not just Sam and Lizzy!) as I made my way through Something Reckless. Something Reckless really is just that, something reckless. Sam and Lizzy are both just floating through life and neither is happy being away from the other but old hurts and misunderstandings have kept the two of them apart. Their reuniting occurs under stressful, somewhat illicit and, somewhat misguided circumstances that totally backfires on them yet again. The sex is wild and dirty (just the way I like it!), the family drama is at just the right level so as not to be obnoxious (though Della is an obnoxious brat!) and, the ending is just cliffhangery enough to piss me off but only because I ran out of pages to read. I like that this series is intended to and will be short and sweet and am very much anticipating loving the conclusion of Sam and Lizzy’s story.
“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.
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.”
“You need a good guy. A long-term guy. One who does dates and romance and emotional strings…I’m just an asshole who wants to tie you up, make you come, and walk away.”
Samuel Bradshaw is a man with a reputation—the kind of reputation that should have me running the other way. Instead, it has me searching for the shortest distance to his bed. I won’t be the starry-eyed girl who thinks she can change a man like Sam, and despite what he thinks, forever is not what I need. I need the things he makes me feel, the way he turns me on, and the promise of pleasure in his eyes. This promises to be SOMETHING WILD.
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. Find her on Facebook or Twitter to chat about books, TV, and her children’s latest antics.