Fate. Hate. Love. Lies.
Which four letter word will change their lives forever?
Sydney Paige was never so mortified to hear the words "wrong number" in her life. She meant to tell off the guy who broke her best friend's heart, but unleashed her anger on a perfect stranger instead. And now her world is turned upside down by the captivating man who wants to keep her on the line.
Brian Savage is living a life he's quickly come to hate-until Sydney's wild rant has him hooked and hungry for more. Soon the sexy woman on the phone becomes the lover in his bed. But Brian has secrets, and the closer he lets Syd get, the harder it is to shield her from the devastating mistakes of his past . . .
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Review
**4.5 stars**
I love J. Daniels and her books, when I heard she had a new
one releasing I had to have it, no question about it. Nothing about Four Letter
Word disappointed me and I hung onto every word of Brian and Syd's story. The
perfect four letter word for their story is love.
Syd, this spit fire of a redhead is one my favorite
characters written by the author. After making a phone call to the wrong
number, Syd's life was on a course she didn't know she was prepared for or
needed. I loved the meeting she had with Brian and how their relationship
started. Syd loves fiercely and with her all. She's sweet, caring and helps
heals those important to her.
Brian, I love his character. After receiving a phone call
meant for someone else, he was intrigued. The spit fire on the other end did
all sorts of things to him and caused laughter, something that had been missing
in his life. Not wanting to lose this, he makes a bold move and does something
he isn't sure he should- making it one of my favorite stories by J. Daniels. He
loves just as fiercely as Syd and will do anything in his power to make her
happy and heal her.
Syd and Brian's story is adorably perfect. I laughed, I cried,
and hurt for them, but at the end I was happy with where they were and how they
got there. Every situation happens for a reason, Syd's misdial lead to them
both finding happiness.
About J. Daniels
J. Daniels is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Sweet Addiction series, the Alabama Summer series, and the upcoming Dirty Deeds series.
She would rather bake than cook, she listens to music entirely too loud, and loves writing stories her children will never read. Her husband and children are her greatest loves, with cupcakes coming in at a close second.
J grew up in Baltimore and resides in Maryland with her family.
Excerpt
Waves crashed
against the shore, some carrying surfers with them in the distance. A few feet
ahead of me, a small child kicked a sand castle and giggled with his father.
I sat down on a step
and slipped my sandals off.
The sand was warm
underneath my feet as I dug my toes into it, staring out at the world in front
of me. I rubbed a shell between my fingers as I watched a couple walk
hand-in-hand toward the pier.
They looked happy. I
tried to remember the last time Marcus held my hand, or even reached for it.
My chest burned when
I couldn’t conjure up an image in my mind.
I looked down at the
faint line marking my left ring finger. The token I was left with now that I no
longer wore my ring. It was subtle, thanks to my naturally pale skin, but to me
it stood out like embers glowing in the dark.
I hated it. I didn’t
need a reminder of how I’d failed as a wife. Or how Marcus stopped seeing me as
one.
Maybe I could coat
my entire hand in sunblock except for that thin strip. Burn the memory away.
The idea seemed
promising enough to consider.
From my back pocket,
my cell beeped with an incoming message.
I wiped the tear
from my cheek as I stood and palmed my phone, expecting to see Tori’s name lit
up on my screen.
I froze on the step,
my free hand on the railing as I stared curiously at the message and the number
it was sent from.
Wild Girl. Eaten
any innocent men alive today yet?
My lip twitched, the
hint of a smile.
I sat back down,
reading the message a second time as I remembered my conversation with this
stranger yesterday.
My accidental verbal
beat-down.
Jesus. I really let
him have it.
I couldn’t think of
the last time I was that embarrassed.
I told the guy to
remove a dildo from his mouth, for Christ sakes.
All in all, whoever
this was seemed to be a good sport about it. He could’ve laid into me and
cussed me out. Made me feel even more like a complete shit for dialing the
wrong number and not confirming the identity of my intended victim before I
tore into him like he owed me money.
He was more than
decent about the whole thing. Easily forgiving.
And now he was
messaging me out of nowhere and striking up conversation.
Wild.
He wanted to talk to
me.
Huh.
I tapped my thumb on
the edge of the phone case, then hovered over the letters of my keypad as I
stared at the message.
Did I even want to
talk to this guy anymore? Wasn’t this weird? We didn’t know each other. Our
encounter was a mistake. A one-time mishap, never to be repeated.
Right?
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