New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
Lexi
Ryan
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Adult
Contemporary Romance
Release:
December 22, 2014
Lexi Ryan
Monday, December 22, 2014
HAPPY RELEASE DAY: SOMETHING RECKLESS BY LEXI RYAN
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
Lexi
Ryan
Adult
Contemporary Romance
Release:
December 22, 2014
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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 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 could crumble.
Excerpt
from Something Reckless
“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.
“Yes.”
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.”
Copyright Lexi Ryan, 2014
Adult Contemporary
Romance
FREE introductory
novella to the SOMETHING RECKLESS
“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.
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.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
DUAL COVER REVEAL: SOMETHING RECKLESS & SOMETHING REAL BY LEXI RYAN
DUAL
COVER REVEAL
By
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author
Lexi
Ryan
Adult
Contemporary Romance
Expected
release: December 22, 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 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 could crumble.
Expected
release for SOMETHING REAL: February 2015
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not available.
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.
Monday, August 4, 2014
NEW RELEASE: ALL FOR THIS BY LEXI RYAN
Released August 4, 2014
New Adult Contemporary Romance
1) LOST IN ME is FREE through the ALL FOR THIS
tour!
2) ALL FOR THIS will be $2.99 on release day
and $3.99 thereafter.
**ALL
FOR THIS is book three in the Here and Now series. It is not a stand-alone and
it’s intended to be read after LOST IN ME and FALL TO YOU.**
What if you would
never remember the day you made the most important decision of your life?
That’s what
they’re telling me about the day of my accident—the day I put on Max’s ring and
chose him over Nate. I’m counting on the wisdom behind a decision I don’t
remember making.
Max is amazing—sexy,
sweet, and kind. I was starting to believe happily-ever-after might be in my
future after all. Then the unthinkable happened and my world imploded. If I’m
going to make this work with Max, I need my missing memories, or at least
answers from about those five days before my accident.
But what does
my future hold if those answers aren’t anything like I imagined?
Reflecting on Meredith: The Character We Love to Hate
If you’ve read the first two books of the Here and
Now series, you probably have some opinions about Meredith. You might have some
choice words for her as well. I know I do. When I first started writing about
her, I said, “Some people are just horrible.” But even horrible people have
their reasons—valid or not.
When I first “met” Meredith while writing Wish I May (William and Cally’s book), I
didn’t like her. At. All. When I
realized what roll she played in Hanna’s books, I liked her even less. You see,
in my mind, Meredith is very much like this girl I grew up with, let’s call
her…Emily* (*name changed to protect the not-so-innocent). “Emily” was horrible
to me, and I never understood why. She was wealthy and “popular” (a misnomer,
in my opinion, as the “popular” group was always a rather small percentage of
my school). I was from a struggling middle-class family and a bank geek. She
was blonde and thin and wore the nicest clothes. I was mousy and overweight and
wore my big sisters’ hand-me-downs. I never understood why she seemed to hate
me so much.
I went to school with Emily from grade school
through high school graduation, though we were in very few classes together
since I was in the advanced or “academically talented” classes. But she was
around just enough to make a mark on me. If I already had issues about my
changing body, Emily made them worse by mocking me when we changed in the gym
locker room. If I felt awkward and unwelcome in social settings, Emily made it
worse by tripping me in the bleachers at the Homecoming game and laughing with
her friends as I scrambled to my feet. Emily was a total bitch.
As a writer, of course, I look back and want to
know what her motivation was. Was I just an easy target? She could be Queen Bee
of her little group and show her power by making me feel small? Maybe. But I
like to think people are more complex than that.
I’ll never forget the day we were meeting with
advisors from a small private college. Emily desperately wanted to go to this
college. I’d already been admitted and knew I’d be going under and academic
scholarship. Emily hadn’t been admitted and she raised her hand to ask the
advisors if they would be willing to take a writing sample instead of basing
her entry on SAT scores and grades. I remember it so well. She said, “I can’t
take tests, but I’m not stupid.” And
then she turned and glared at me, and there was so much hatred in her eyes I’ve
never been able to forget it. You see, I had no idea that she struggled with her
grades or with taking tests. All I saw was a pretty, rich girl who was mean to
me. But I guess it was common
knowledge that I was quite smart. I was in all the advanced classes, praised
for my work, and I’ve never had the problem with testing that some students
have. I liked reading and writing and studying—something that may get you
mocked in middle school but gets you money when college rolls around. Never would I have imagined that my
success as a student had anything to
do with how Emily treated me, but in that moment, I knew it did. She resented
me for being able to do what she could not.
As I wrote All
for This, I realized the same was true for Meredith. She isn’t “just a
bitch.” She had her reasons. Does that make what she’s done right? Absolutely
not. But it does remind me of Emily and that look in her eyes when she said, “I’m not stupid.” I don’t hate “Emily”
anymore. I hope she’s doing well and that she is secure enough in herself these
days that she doesn’t have to humiliate others to feel okay about her own
weaknesses.
On a final note, I want to say this blog post is
probably the most personal one I’ve ever written. I don’t like to write this
much about myself—I prefer fiction, TVYM. But since this is for the final book
in Hanna’s series, it seems fitting. I’ve gotten so many letters from readers
who relate to Hanna and her self-esteem issues, and I’ll admit, I do too. Luckily
for me, I know all about finding the guy (or guys in Hanna’s case), that teach you to feel comfortable in your
own skin. My wish for you is that, if you see yourself in Hanna, you can learn
for her mistakes. You are more beautiful than you know, and the people who
bring you down aren’t “right” about you. They’re fighting their own demons.
Smile and carry on. (Unless they trip you in the bleachers in front of your
whole high school. Then you have my permission to start swinging…)
XOXO,
Lexi
Amazon
US: http://amzn.com/B00MDWI3X4
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
enjoyed 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.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
SNEAK PEEK: ALL FOR THIS BY LEXI RYAN
Releasing August 4, 2014
New Adult Contemporary Romance
Pre-order
NOW
**ALL
FOR THIS is book three in the Here and Now series. It is not a stand-alone and
it’s intended to be read after LOST IN ME and FALL TO YOU.**
What if you would
never remember the day you made the most important decision of your life?
That’s what
they’re telling me about the day of my accident—the day I put on Max’s ring and
chose him over Nate. I’m counting on the wisdom behind a decision I don’t
remember making.
Max is amazing—sexy,
sweet, and kind. I was starting to believe happily-ever-after might be in my
future after all. Then the unthinkable happened and my world imploded. If I’m
going to make this work with Max, I need my missing memories, or at least
answers from about those five days before my accident.
But what does
my future hold if those answers aren’t anything like I imagined?
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The following excerpt from ALL FOR THIS
by its very nature contains spoilers for the first two books in the Here and
Now series, LOST IN ME and FALL TO YOU. If you hate spoilers and haven’t read
the first two books, I recommend you don’t read any further.
EXCERPT:
Max
“How are you holding up? Did it go okay
with Nate last night?”
She stiffens at his name. “He asked me
to move to LA.”
Of course he did. “And what did you
say?”
She blinks at me. “I’m not leaving New
Hope. This is my home.”
“He wanted more than for you to move to
LA.” I take a step closer. I need to touch her. I wonder if she knows she’s
pulling away from me, if she can feel it like I can. It’s as if we’re connected
by a thousand little threads like those in a woven rug and they’ve been breaking
one at a time since the moment Nate came back into town. With every breath, I
feel another thread snap. “He wanted you.”
She shrugs. “I’m already taken.”
I draw in a deep breath. She lifts her
hand to my face and skims her fingers along my jaw.
I groan softly and slide my hand into
her hair as I lower my mouth to hers. She’s soft and sweet, and I need more of
her.
Taking a fistful of her skirt, I yank
her dress up around her waist and find the cotton of her panties. She gasps,
and I rub her through the fabric as her fingers curl into my back. My lips find
her neck and the skin in the sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder.
“Max,” she says. But it’s not the
normal breathy, needy whispering of my name. The word is a warning. A yield
sign. “Max.”
My hand stills and I pull back to look
into her eyes. I’m blindsided by the apology I see there. “Let’s move in
together.”
“What?” She blinks at me. If she’s
thinking I have the world’s worst timing with important proposals, she’s not
wrong.
“We could rent out our apartments and
use the money to rent a little place together. Someplace without those stairs
that scare the living shit out of me every time I think of you climbing them.
Someplace we can make our own.” I take her hand and squeeze. “You didn’t want
to move in together last spring because you knew your mom would flip if you
lived with a guy before marriage, but we’re not trying to maintain appearances
anymore, are we?” She looks at the floor, and I tilt her chin back up so her
eyes meet mine. “I could give two shits about appearances. I want to wake up
with you in my arms, Hanna. I want to know I’m going to be right there when you
need me, every time you need me. You and Claire are all that matter in my
world. I want everything that matters to be what I come home to every night.”
“I’m sorry.” She steps back. “I just
can’t. I’m too confused right now.”
My lungs burn as I fill them—it hurts
to breathe in a world where Hanna isn’t mine.
“I know it’s not fair. And I want a
future with you, but…”
“But you can’t stop thinking about
him.”
“I can’t move in with you right now,”
she says softly. “That wouldn’t be fair to either of us. It’s not that simple.”
“You keep saying that.”
I swallow back the rest of what I want
to say right along with my anger, frustration, and the betrayal I’ve never
allowed myself to feel. While I was waiting for her to take my ring, she was
with another man, and I was never allowed to be angry because that man died and
she needed to grieve.
I drag a hand through my hair and look
at the ceiling. “Was it that simple when you made love to him?”
“Can we not do this?”
Torment is etched across her face, and
I can’t stand to know I’m the one who put it there. I pull her against my
chest.
“I won’t rush you, but remember
something for me,” I whisper into her hair. “You put on my ring.”
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
enjoyed 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.
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