A couture wedding dress designer to the rich and famous, Lexi LaCroix’s image means everything. Raised on the wrong side of the tracks, her years of polish and hard work are finally about to pay off. But crossing paths with a sexier-than-sin, bad-boy biker who makes her realize how much living she’s sacrificed for her success, one touch is all it takes to threaten her carefully choreographed life.
Jax Chamberlin has been screwed over by gorgeous gold-diggers one too many times. Though he runs his own stunt company, all of America knows his Hollywood face even years after he’s given up acting. Finding a woman who doesn’t plan to use him as a stepping stone to success is virtually impossible, so when the charming and mysterious Lexi offers him a chance at a totally anonymous hook-up during an out of town trip, Jax accepts. Only Lexi is more sextacular than charming, and Jax wants more. Lots more.
But Lexi’s got a major hang-up over his renegade lifestyle. And if she finds out his connections could catapult her to the top of her career, he’s afraid the fantasy woman he’s falling for might just end up like all the rest.
Lexi has worked long and hard to get to where she is. She’s a former model with no college education. She used her earnings from modeling to fund her ultimate dream of owning a dress shop and making original wedding gowns for the rich and famous. She’s done that and more all on her own. She’s had bad luck with men and her last ex douchebag tried to destroy her hopes and dreams. Since then, Lexi made a vow to herself, she’d never give anyone, especially a man, the chance to destroy all she’s worked for. Now she is going to New York to discuss a potential partnership with one of the most famous designers in the world for a new line and she can’t let anything or anyone get in her way. Not even the hot “Biker Boy” she sees in front of the airport terminal, that makes her whole body heat up just from his dark stare.
Jax is a retired actor turned stuntman. He’s had his own share of heartache from the opposite sex. His last ex girlfriend not only cheated on him with the competitor, but also gave away some secrets that cost him and his stunt team, the “Renegades” a huge contract that would’ve put some serious money into all their pockets. He’s decided to take a break from the Hollywood hotties he keeps falling into bed with, who use him for his connections. This trip to New York is his chance to get his head clear and not even the gorgeous blonde with her beautiful blue eyes will tempt him into falling into old patterns.
When a little kid bumps into Jax and causes him to spill his coffee all over himself, he knows his day is doomed to be hell. Then he gets a text message from a mysterious stranger and everything changes.
UNKNOWN: You’re in luck. I just read a survey that women in New York are most turned on by the scent of coffee. No joke.
Jax stared at the message, confused. Then at the identification, showing ‘blocked number’, even more confused. It was really late— or early, depending on how he looked at it— and he’d desperately needed that coffee. His mind spun but couldn’t find traction. His cell number was unlisted. Only his family, his Renegades, his friends, and the women he’d dated had it. Everything related to work went through a separate cell or the office phone. No one who had his phone number had a blocked identity, but those bastards he worked with could hack, rig, and wing anything they got their grimy hands on. Had to be one of them fucking with him. So typical. Jax returned a text to unknown.
JAX: Then I’ll finally be more popular at Kiss N Fly than you are . Don’t hide in the shadows, you prick. Come keep me company.
Lexi had watched “Biker Boy” get soaked with coffee and her heart melted when he pulled out a toy car for the kid instead of yelling. Using a phone app that Rubi has prototyped, Lexi is able to point her phone at strangers and their numbers will appear next to them. She uses it on “Biker Boy” and when his number comes up, she takes a chance. What harm could some anonymous flirting do?
UNKNOWN: And while I do love coffee— both the scent… and the taste— I have no doubt I’d prefer the scent… and the taste… of something…more personal.
Jax stared down at the message . Heat gathered low in his gut. “Whoa.”
I seriously loved the text exchanges between Jax and Lexi. Something about flirting via text/message/emails, makes it so much sexier. Maybe it’s the reading, the anticipation and the images written words can conjure up. That’s what makes Skye Jordan the Queen of Erotica! She gives us just enough to create an erotic image in our minds, but she leaves just enough out to let our imagination take us to where we want to go. We can either get hard core or soft core, it’s how far we want to push our own naughtiness.
When I was reading I unfortunately had to stop when my husband took my kindle so I would come to bed. Yes…I know right!? How dare he!!?
“You like it?” he asked, voice rough. “Or you want me to stop?”
“Love it.” Lexi’s eyes closed. Head fell forward. She swallowed. The only thing keeping her from pushing his hand between her legs and using it to cut this wild need was her own mortification of doing so. “More. Please.”
Instead of giving her more, Jax turned his hand over, took hers, and guided it back to the door handle. “Hold on, baby. You’re gonna need it.”
One of his feet pushed between her high heels and eased one of her feet to the side. His hand slid into the heat between her legs, and Lexi’s whole body exploded with the electric excitement of his touch. Her hips pushed forward. A moan rolled out of her throat.
“Easy, baby,” Jax whispered, his touch too light for Lexi’s needs. She pushed harder against his hand, and he pulled back. “You’ll get what you need. I promise.”
I really loved the story…not just the sex, but the honest and true, love story. So many erotica books focus on the sex only and a person can only handle so much before you start skipping past the sex scenes. “RECKLESS” was a hot and steamy LOVE story. Whether you love romances or erotica, you’ll love “RECKLESS” Unless you are the type who doesn’t like a book that has ANY indication of intercourse, this is the book for you.
I wish I could describe “RECKLESS” easily, but it’s not possible. So I will put my thoughts out there, bared, blunt and brutally honest.(forgive me if I make your ears/eyes burn, but if they do, this won’t be the book for you.)
“RECKLESS” is Erotica at it’s best. Whether you like to read about hard and fast fucking or slow and sweet lovemaking…it’s got it. Whether you prefer dirty talk and heart pounding sex or sweet promises and soul searching sex…it’s got it. Whether you are whips and chains or feathers and whip cream, this book will keep you entranced, enthralled, in love and in heat the whole way through.