Adult Contemporary Romance
FREE introductory novella to the upcoming release SOMETHING RECKLESS
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**Authorâs Note: This is a free introduction to the full-length romance novel SOMETHING RECKLESS, coming December 22nd!**
âYou need a good guy. A long-term guy. One who does dates and romance and emotional stringsâ¦Iâm just an asshole who wants to tie you up, make you come, and walk away.â
Samuel Bradshaw is a man with a reputationâthe kind of reputation that should have me running the other way. Instead, it has me searching for the shortest distance to his bed. I wonât 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.
Excerpt from SOMETHING WILD by Lexi Ryan
Â© 2014 by Lexi Ryan
Sneaking into this room seemed like a great idea when I was on the dance floor with him, his hard body pressed into mine, but alone in the quiet conference room, Iâm pretty sure this could be the most reckless thing Iâve ever done.
What if someone catches us in here? Hell, what if he doesnât come? What if he does? Iâve thrown myself at Sam before, and it didnât end well. He has no idea how hard I took his rejection, or the decisions I made after I left his room that night.
I should leave. I should . . .
The door clicks and then Sam steps inside, his eyes raking over me.
âHey,â I whisper. âYou came.â
He closes the door behind himself, turns the lock, then stalks toward me.
Thank you!the girlie bits shout. Stupid brain upstairs was about to ruin everything!
âAre you sure you want to do this?â His voice is a low rumble that I swear I can feel right between my legs.
Hell yes, I want to do this.
But I also donât. Because Samâs no longer some unrequited crush. Heâs a friend. And if this goes to hell, itâll make my life exponentially more awkward.
âWe need rules,â I say quickly.
He takes another step closer. And another. Until Iâm looking at his chest, smelling his aftershave. He tilts my chin up with his index finger then traces my lips with his thumb. âHold that thought?â
I nod, nearly breathless at nothing but the touch of his thumb skimming my lips.
âI need to do this first.â He cups my jaw in his big hand and brushes his lips over mine. My lips part in surprise at the gesture thatâs almost . . . sweet. He deepens the kiss, slanting his mouth over mine and sliding his tongue inside.
He tastes like beer, and I want to get drunk on this kissâto overindulge until I canât see straight, to imbibe until sobriety is a distant memory.
This is how kisses should be. I love the way his hand slides into my hair as he samples my lips, love how his kiss manages to be simultaneously gentle and demanding. Itâs the kind of kiss that makes your toes curl, the kind worth remembering in five years when youâre lonely and bored and wondering if kissing had ever been so sweet.
When he pulls back, his eyes are hooded, darker. Sexy as sin. âNow, what were you saying?â
I have no idea. âRu . . . rules?â I manage.
âAh, yes. Well, Iâve never done well with rules, but tell me yours and Iâll see what I can do.â
I take a breath and try to figure out a rule that isnât just Kiss me like that every time, or Please donât make me fall for you.
âYou keep looking at me like that,â he warns, âand Iâm going to kiss you again, and we may never get to discuss these rules of yours.â
Right. âWe canât tell anyone,â I say. Cally and my sisters will try to make more of this than the one-night stand I know it to be.
His expression shifts and becomes unreadable. âOkay. What else?â
âThis doesnât change anything between us. Weâre friends.â Something in my chest objects to that rule. It feels like a betrayal. But I want to say it before he does. I have to.
âSex changes everything, Liz. Thatâs half the fun.â
âIt doesnât have to. I want us to still be friends after tonight.â
âOh, we can be friends.â His breath ruffles my hair as he skims his fingertips down my bare arms, sending delicious shivers through my body that land low in my belly and turn my insides to goo. âBut itâll be different.â
âWe wonât be able to look at each other without remembering what it was like. And if I have my wayââ He dips his head to my ear and tugs the lobe between his teeth. A shudder rocks through me. ââevery time you look at me, your panties will go damp as you remember what I did to you.â
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author Lexi Ryanâs 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 childrenâs latest antics.
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