A good girl goes fabulously bad in the final book in New York Times bestselling author Sophie Jordan’s sexy New Adult romance series, in which three Ivy League suite-mates seek higher knowledge of just how far they can go.
Months after her boyfriend dumped her, Georgia can still hear the insults he hurled at her. Boring. Predictable. Tame. Tired of feeling bad, she’s ready to change her image, and go a little wild. What better way to prove her ex wrong than a hot night of sexual adventure at the secret campus kink club?
In the shadowy den of the kink club, she unexpectedly runs into Logan Mulvaney, her friend’s little brother. A player extraordinaire too hot for his own good, he may be younger, but the guy is light years ahead when it comes to sexual experience. Now he’s telling her to go home—“good girls” don’t belong here!
Georgia is tired of having others define her. She’s going to teach Logan a lesson he won’t forget—one white hot, mind-wrecking kiss...that leads to another...and another...and...Realizing she’s way in over her head, Georgia runs.
Only Logan won’t let her go. Everywhere she goes he’s there, making her want every inch of him. Making her forget who she is. Who he is. And just how wrong they are for each other.
Sophie Jordan grew up in the Texas hill country where she wove fantasies of dragons, warriors, and princesses. A former high school English teacher, she's also the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Avon historical romances. She now lives in Houston with her family. When she's not writing, she spends her time overloading on caffeine (lattes and Diet cherry Coke preferred), talking plotlines with anyone who will listen (including her kids), and cramming her DVR with true-crime and reality-TV shows. Sophie also writes paranormal romances under the name Sharie Kohler.
I received a copy in exchange for an honest review!
(You can read my review of book #1 Foreplay here!)
What I say (review): Aww I love this series! I've been waiting to get to know more about Georgia and am glad she finally got her own book. In case you haven't read the first two books Georgia is one of three Uni friends/flatmates featured in the series. Foreplay tells Pepper & Reece's story, whilst Tease focuses on Emerson & Shaw. The story follows Georgia as she tries to resist Reece's troubled younger brother Logan.
Sophie Jordan never fails to make me smile with her books and Wild is no exception. Some of Georgia's antics had me in hysterics - she really does have a knack for finding trouble. I loved her banter with Logan, who btw is going straight onto the BBF list! I did feel she was a bit mean and dismissive of him at times. Mainly because of his age and her expectations, but I could understand her reservations - expectations can be a b**th!
Logan is hot, demanding and determined. He's also vulnerable and kinda lost - I really wanted to give him a big cuddle and look after him. Even though he plays baseball I liked that he wasn't your stereotypical jock.
The secondary characters are an interesting mix (yes we see our old favs) - I wanted to smack Rachael for most of the book and hated how she seemed to bring Logan down. I'm still undecided about Annie, because on one hand she's a nightmare but she does make me laugh. The campus 'kink club' makes an appearance again but before you run off worried this is some sort of kinky BDSM story, then fear not, it really isn't. Poor Georgia!
There are some sweet and sexy scenes in Wild, but it's not fluff as some really sad and upsetting topics covered. Jordan handles them with grace and ease. I'm sad to see the series end, but am glad it went out on a high.
4 Stars in my Sky!
Read on for an excerpt & giveaway below...
“I gotta go,” I said hurriedly, turning to walk around the Jeep, ready to climb in the backseat, not even caring how obvious I was in trying to put distance between us by unnecessarily circling around the vehicle.
I felt him move behind me before I felt his hands on my arms. “No, you don’t,” he growled. “You don’t get to run away again.”
I squeaked as he hauled me back against his chest. My spine stiffened iron-rod straight against the wall of his broad chest. I felt my eyes go huge in my face. He was touching me. Again.And I was freaking out on the inside. I sucked in a deep breath, determined that my freak-out stayed internal only.
“Let me go. They’re coming.” My heart hammered violently in my chest and I didn’t know if it was because we were about to get busted by my friends or because his body felt so unbelievable against mine. Okay, fine. It was both.
His mouth brushed my ear as he spoke, spiking sensation to every nerve in my body. “Are you embarrassed, Georgia? You don’t want them to see me with you? Don’t want Pepper and Reece to know about us?”
“There is no ‘us.’ ”
“Oh, but there will be. We both know why you came tonight.” His fingers flexed, each digit a burning imprint on my forearms.
“Yeah?” Was that breathy croak my voice? “Why?”
“Because you haven’t been able to forget what it felt like to kiss me, and you want to know if the rest of it will be that good, too.” He bit down on my earlobe and a whimper escaped my lips. “It will be.”
An invisible band squeezed around my chest. I swallowed against my constricting throat. “Arrogant much?”
“It’s okay. I haven’t been able to forget either. I can still remember the way you taste.”
Oh. My. God.
I swallowed a moan and lurched free from him. Swinging around, I faced him and felt my knees go weak at the look in his eyes. Heavy-lidded and deep, his blue eyes looked almost indigo as they stared down at me.
“I know you probably think it’d be some great joke to bang one of your brother’s friends, but I’m not going to be another notch on your bedpost . . . some girl you screw once and forget about the next—”
He moved fast then, closing the space that I had established between us. Oh, yeah. He was a jock with ninja-fast reflexes. I needed to remember that.
I gasped as his hand slid around my neck, fingers burying in the hair at the base of my scalp. He lowered his head, dropping his forehead against mine until our breaths clashed and mingled. His fingers pressed and massaged the back of my head, shooting sensation straight to the core of me. Holy hell. Was that some kind of secret pressure point?