Wicked Sexy Liar by Christina Lauren 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.
Series: Wild Seasons #4
Genres: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Publication date: February 2, 2016
Publisher: Gallery Books
Format: ARC, 384 pages
How I got it: From the publisher
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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.
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.
Confession: I’ve been putting off reviewing Wicked Sexy Liar because I just don’t know what to say about it. Also, once I review it, it means the series really is over and I’m just not ready to let it go. I don’t think I ever will be. I originally read this one back at the beginning of December, immediately after I got my review copy. I went so far as to reread it the day before release because I needed another taste of Luke and London.
I fell in love with Wicked Sexy Liar the minute I picked it up. I connected immediately with London. I totally got her. (In fact, I might’ve related to her TOO MUCH, which did cause me some issues later in the book… but more on that later.) Though the reformed manwhore is something I’m a little tired of, when it’s done really well (mostly) like it was with Luke, I remember why I loved it in the first place. There’s something just kinda fun about watching a player tripping all over himself after realizing he has REAL feelings for a girl. I love the vulnerability that comes with it. And I love when the heroine makes the hero work to redeem himself.
I absolutely adored London and Luke from the very start and through to the last page. (Minus one little part.) I especially loved that we spend time inside both character’s heads because I’m not sure I would’ve loved Luke as much if I hadn’t seen his true self. I loved their chemistry and the banter. They were so perfectly matched. I know London was resistant because of the player vibes he was putting off and, you know, her own recent past experiences, but I don’t know how she resisted him. Player or not, he really was a great guy with a good heart. His inner dialogue, and even his conversations with his sister and London (when he was being truly OPEN), made me melt. I loved that he was finding himself again and falling for someone for the first time since things ended with Mia. It made my heart happy watching these two get to know each other and fall for each other.
There was only one part that didn’t work for me, and honestly damn near broke my heart. Bear with me, I’m gonna get spoilery right here. There’s this one scene that takes place after Luke and London slept together and have been hanging out as friends that made me so angry. He’s admitted he cares about her. She hurts his feelings and he goes out to a bar and promptly hooks up with and goes home with a random (and pretty trashy) woman. That was bad enough. Worse? They have sex. Even worse? During sex, she says something that makes him he realize HE HAS SLEPT WITH HER BEFORE AND FORGOT HER. I was equal parts sad and disgusted… and even a little hurt by it all. Now in Luke’s defense, he and London were NOT together. He didn’t cheat on her. She’d been telling him she couldn’t have anything more with him because she knew his type and didn’t trust him. They could be friends, but no more. Still? This is EXACTLY why she doesn’t trust him and he keeps saying he wants to be a different person? But what does he do? Reverts back to old behaviors that are, quite frankly, pretty gross. It tells me a lot about the guy you are/were when you literally can’t remember someone who your penis has been inside. Ugh. It was disappointing and, if I’m honest, the first time I read the book, it almost made me give it up. (You know when you bring your own past into a book and it can cause problems? Yeah, this was one of those times.) What I will say is that this event, while awful to me, was truly the catalyst for some real change in Luke. He was as disgusted with himself as I was. It was a wake-up call that led him to reevaluate his life and what he wants (and who he had become) and made him realize it was time to make changes. That’s what kept me going with the book. The second time I read the book, this part still made me sad, but I was able to bounce back a little sooner. I don’t know if it was my mood or because I knew what was coming and that the pain was worth it in the end or what.
When I say Wicked Sexy Liar made me feel all the feels, I’m not exaggerating. I went through all the emotions. Both times I read it. It was funny, sexy and sweet. There were parts where I felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and shattered on the ground, but it was always put back together. I was in it DEEP with Luke and London. Watching them overcoming their pasts to find something real together? Perfection. Having it all happen with my favorite characters from earlier in the series playing important roles? Even better.
My love for the Wild Seasons series knows no bounds. I know it’s one that I’ll continue to reread for a long time to come. These characters! The friendships and bromances! The sweet and sexy AF romance! It’s easily one of my favorite new adult series and I really can’t recommend it highly enough. I’m so sad to see it end though. I’ll never get enough of these characters and their stories. Hence all the planned rereads. 🙂
I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
I want to see her tender pieces.
Fuck. It’s been forever since I wanted tender.
This is why hookups never work for me. I don’t like having to mentally process it all after. I don’t like questioning my behavior, questioning theirs. There are too many rules to such a game that are purported to have no strings attached.
Mia was my best friend. We didn’t just share our first kiss and first touch and lose our virginity to each other – we were fucking in love. She was calm and quiet; I was outgoing and sometimes wild. She knew me better than I knew myself and that’s so fucking clichéd, but it’s the reality. I told her everything, and if I didn’t tell her something it was only because she already figured it out on her own. That kind of shorthand came from knowing each other as kids and growing up in synch. We shared history. Any other woman coming into my life would get the abbreviated version of me, but get held up to the same yardstick. And I know that, at least for now, any other woman would fail. It wouldn’t be fair.
I want someone who makes me laugh, who challenges me, who listens to me. I want that leg within reach while I drive. I want to wait until someone is done futzing around the house before we head to bed. I need to be someone that woman can respect and trust enough to spill the details of her day.
“Please.” I rub my thumb over the back of her hand. “Let me show you that I’m not the guy you think I am.”
“The problem is there’s no chance of that,” she says softly. “I like you, too. But not for me. You’re exactly the guy I think you are.”
“I don’t want to be,” I say, surprising myself a little.
The most fucked-up thought hijacks my brain: I don’t want to have sex right now. I want to kiss her. Just kiss. Just feel. I want to focus on the way she touches me, the sounds she makes when I touch her. We’ve charged through everything so far, and I want to go back and feel all of the Firsts with her.
“Fuck, I think I finally figured it out: falling in love isn’t about who makes you feel the best, but who could make you the most miserable if they leave.”
Have you read any of this books in the Wild Seasons series?
Which couple is your favorite?