Blog Tour | Something Reckless by Lexi Ryan (@writerlexiryan)

22 December 2014

Atomr Tours kindly gifted me an ARC of Something Reckless by Lexi Ryan. Read on to find out all you need to know about the book and what I thought of it!

Aduly Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 22nd December 2014
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.

Something Reckless is part one of the Reckless & Real series. Part two, Something Real will be released in 2015.

Wow! I really emjpyed reading this book and its prequel novella, Somwthing Wild. Lexi has created a great collection of characters and keeps you guessing until the very end and I love when books do that! You think you know where it's going and then WHAM! It's not who you expected at all.

When the book opens we meet Lizzy Thompson who is having an online relationship with an anonymous stranger on an app called Something Real. It's a dating site and the premise is that you get to know someone without seeing them. After sleeping with Sam Bradshaw, her childhood crush who refused to sleep with her at seventeen, at a wedding party two years previously Lizzy hasn't been lucky in love. She signs up for numerous sites and has a number of dates with no luck.

However, she meets someone on Something Real and due to a number of small connections is convinced it's Sam. While she's chatting (as she thinks to Sam) they rekindle their relationship, if you can call it that, and they both seem to realise they love one another but during this all Lizzy is still talking to this guy online but it isn't who she thinks it is. 

I don't want to say anymore on that because I don't want to ruin it for everyone. What does follow is great reading a day Chrsitmas Day after Sam and Lizzy are together after many ups and downs and hook ups during the book it all comes to an impressive head. I loved that finale of this book and the ending leaves it open to so many possibilities! I can't wait to see what happens in the next installment and see who Lizzy choses.

"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 thread. "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.
"Hoe slutty is this underwear of yours?"
I lick my lips. "Oh, it's damn near whorish."
"Let me see it, Liz."
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 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 analyse 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 whne 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 meda 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 cathches as he takes the fabric path over the curve of my tailbone and down, his fingers bring 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 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."
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. Find her on Facebook or Twitter to chat about books, TV, and her children's latest antics.

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