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.