Author: Lexi Ryan
Publisher: Ever After, LLC
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 excuse 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.
Flirty Review: Four Lip Bites
It's hard to write this review because although this was a very good book, it was hard to pinpoint what exactly didn't match what I felt with book one. While I loved the sexual chemistry in book one and the drama and mystery that surround Sam and Liz, it seemed to be missing in book two. I get it though, this book had to go into a different direction. Sam is put in a desperate situation where he had to choose to help himself and the people he loves or let a scandal out into the public eye. He agrees to a fake engagement to Sabrina Guy in order to cover up the massive scandal. This doesn't put his and Liz's relationship in a very good spot. Although they both are in love and want to be with each other, all these circumstances arise that throw them apart.
I loved the issues that carried over from book one to book two. It was done very well. One was the issue of Liz fearing of being the "other woman" again. Sam effectivity made her that in book two whether he meant it or not. Also, I liked the foreshadowing of certain characters from book one brought about in book two. It was very well orchestrated.
I think this book made a good full-circle for the characters. We got the HEA we needed, seen the villains get their due, and all issues were wrapped up . The book just didn't give me the "wow" factor that book one did. I did love seeing that Nix and Max are going to be in the next series. I really wanted to see a happy ending for Max. He was one of my faves from the Here and Now series.
Something Real exerpt
Security had better not have let one of those asshole journalists from downstairs up to my floor. I swear, those soul suckers would do anything to get a new detail to add to their nothing stories. I open the door without removing the chain and feel as if I’ve been punched in the gut when I see the woman on the other side.
Liz is worrying her lower lip between her teeth and watching down the hall. Is she looking for Sabrina or trying to make sure no one sees her coming to my room? My insides twist at the sight of her—an internal tug-of-war between conflicting emotions. I want to pull her into my room and kiss her until she can’t see straight, touch her until she promises never to leave me again, and at the same time, I want to demand that she go back to her room because having her close makes me hope for things I can’t have.
I remove the chain and tug her inside by the arm before closing the door behind her.
“No one saw me,” she says, her eyes locked on the floor. “I made sure.”
“I saw you,” I growl. It’s painful to be this close—to breathe her air, to smell her perfume. I never knew how much it could hurt to want and be denied.
She swallows and avoids my eyes. “Is she here?”
“What do you want, Liz?”
She lifts her head and stares at me. “Is she here?”
“Sabrina’s on her way to meet her mom in South Dakota for a campaign stop.”
Her gaze dips to my bare chest and back up. “I’m surprised they didn’t ask you to go with them.”
“They did. I declined.” I sound like a fucking dickhead, and I make myself take two steps back so I don’t do something equally dickish. Like kiss her until she melts in my arms and forgets about the other guy, until we both forget that this is hopeless.
“I’m sorry that video was leaked. You didn’t deserve that invasion of your privacy.”
She has red lipstick on, and it matches her shoes. Ever since I saw her tonight, I’ve been picturing her on her knees in nothing but those shoes, those red lips stretched around my cock. I can’t help myself, and I skim my thumb over her bottom lip.
The second I touch her, she draws in a ragged breath. “You came to my apartment yesterday.”
I trail my thumb down her neck and over the red strap of her dress. “Probably for the same reason you came here tonight.”
“To talk about Sabrina?”
“You knocked on my door in the middle of the night to talk about Sabrina?” I follow the strap down and graze my fingers across her cleavage. “Is this about her, or is it about you and me?”
“There is no you and me,” she says. “We both know that.”
“There’s so much you and me, there’s no air left when we share a room. There’s always you and me.”
“Even when you’re making sex tapes with someone else?”
“And even when you’re keeping warm in another man’s arms.”