When three college besties meet three hot guys in Vegas, anything can—and does—happen. Book Four in the New York Times Wild Seasons series that began with Sweet Filthy Boy (the Romantic Times book of the year that Sylvia Day called “a sexy, sweet treasure of a story”), Dirty Rowdy Thing, and Dark Wild Night.
For two people ambivalent about dating and love, they sure get naked around each other an awful lot . . .
London Hughes is very content to surf daily, tend bar, hang out with her group of friends, and slowly orient herself in the years after college. Everything’s going great and according to the non-plan.
But when a wave knocks her for a loop one morning, then Luke Sutter’s flirtatious smile knocks her for another that evening, she veers slightly off course…and into his path. Sure, he’s a total player, but the Why not—it’s only one night is a persistent voice in her ear.
For his part, Luke’s been on hookup autopilot for so long that he rarely ever pauses to consider what he’s doing. But after an amazing time with London, he realizes that he hasn’t been moving on from a devastating heartbreak so much as he’s been drifting to wherever—and whomever—the current takes him. With London he wants more.
Every relationship involves two people…plus their pasts. And as much as she enjoys her fling with Luke, when London learns about his past—more specifically, who’s in it—everything becomes the brand of complicated she strives to avoid. It’s up to Luke then to change some things in order to try and ensure he’s not something she’ll outright avoid as well.
This series has always been my guilty pleasure, I could read it over and over again and never get bored, I thought I could never pick a favorite out of it, but I’m a goner for Wicked Sexy Liar. It was so much better than I expected!
“I think you don’t like how much you like me,” I say, unable to keep from smiling. “You can’t fit me into your Barfly Box of Shame. You want to dismiss me as a dickhead player, but then you think I’m hot and fun and you like watching me eat nachos.” London turns her face back up to me, smirking. “Nailed it.” “Apt phrase.” I pause, tossing another chip into my mouth before saying, “You sort of want to kiss me right now.”
London’s life is easy, she does what she wants to do while figuring out exactly what she wants to do with her future. She doesn’t trust men because she’s grown up with her father cheating on her mother and her long-term boyfriend cheating on her; not the best of luck there. So, when she catches Luke’s eyes, and he starts flirting with her, she’s not thinking about anything serious, just some fun, if even that. What she wasn’t expecting was how much fun Luke would be. He’s this big, hot, sweet, and funny dork, you’ll fall hopelessly in love with. But just like London, since he broke up with the girl he wanted to spend his life with, he’s not been looking for a relationship; he’s mainly been having casual sex, and now he wants London. But, again, he had no idea how much a night with London would be fun.
“I’m trying to have a moment here.” “With my breasts?” “Your breasts.” He sits up, nips at my neck before sucking gently. “Your neck, your mouth, your whole body.” His lips trail closer to mine, brushing across. “You.”
London and Luke are adorable; their first night together isn’t exactly how a one night stand should be like. They talk and laugh way too much, and it all becomes more intense than it should be. Luke is the first one to give up on his rules. He likes London, so why not? It’s not easy, but I loved how he slowly figured out his feelings, how he showed his vulnerability, and how he went from college boy to man by the end of the book. Same goes for London, but she has to deal with Luke’s reputation, and trusting him isn’t easy, and there are also more complications. Staying away from him isn’t an option, though. She loves being with him, talking to him, and generally teasing him.
“Lucker?” Mom asks me, ignoring this. “You have a girlfriend?” “No,” Margot answers for me. “There’s a girl who refuses him, but he loooooves her.” “Are you twelve?” I ask. My sister winks at me.
Luke is a feminist. He doesn’t say it and then act like a possessive prick; he actually shows how much respect he has for women. It shows in the way he adores the women in his life, his sister, his mom, his grams and London. His family dynamic was amazing, their love for each other was palpable. And same goes for the previous books’ characters. Lola is London’s roommate, so the all gang shows up a lot, and I was happy as always to read about them.
She pins me with a wary half smile and I watch as she fights it, finally giving in and letting the grin take over her entire mouth. My chest feels hot, pulse too fast. It’s like the anticipation before a match but definitely better. Whatever it is, it makes me drunk on her. Being near her, making her smile makes me feel incredible. She can see it and I let her. I’m fucking drunk on this girl.
Usually when I read a book, I do with a straight face, with the occasional smile or tear or whatever, but this one…with this one I was constantly pulling a face; either a dopey smile, a frown, a pout, a burst of laughter or a sob. My heart was so full at times and it ached so badly at others. It was really fluffy and emotional; perfect. I just, please, read this book!