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Check out the exclusive cover reveal and excerpt for Wicked Sexy Liar the fourth novel in the Wild Seasons series by New York Times bestselling author team Christina Lauren.

The Wild Seasons series follows three college best friends who have a chance encounter with three guys in Vegas that changes the course of their lives! Of course anything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right? Wrong.

Wicked Sexy Liar is the story of surfer-girl London who falls for the charms of an on-again, off-again player Luke. The twist is, London later discovers that he’s the ex of one of the girls in her circle.

Luke, as Christina Lauren fans may remember, is the guy that broke Mia’s heart. And London lives with Mia’s best friend, Lola. So we’re eager to see how a romance between London and Luke could ever work out!

Here is the full cover reveal of ‘Wicked Sexy Liar’ by Christina Lauren:

Wicked Sexy Liar Christina Lauren

Read an exclusive excerpt from Wicked Sexy Liar below:

A throat clears behind me and I turn, finding myself now only a foot away from the eyes that were all the way across the bar only seconds before.

“What can I get you?” I ask, and it’s polite enough, delivered with what I know to be a friendly-but-professional smile. His eyes narrow and even though I don’t track them moving down my body in any perceptible way, I get the feeling he’s already checked me out, made up his mind and filed me away in the same way all men categorize women: Doable, or not. From my experience, there isn’t a whole lot of in between.

“Can I get another round, please?” he says, and motions vaguely over his shoulder. His phone vibrates in his hand and he glances down at it, tapping out a quick message before returning his attention to me.

I pull out a tray. I don’t know what they’d ordered since Fred brought them their first round, but I can easily guess.

“Heineken?” I ask.

His eyes narrow in playful insult, and it makes me laugh.

“Okay, not Heineken,” I say, holding up my hands in apology. “What were you drinking?”

Now that I really look, he’s even prettier up close: brown eyes framed with the kind of lashes mascara companies charge a fortune for and dark hair that looks so soft and thick I just know it would feel amazing to dig my fingers—

But I assume he knows this, and the confidence I noticed from across the room, practically saturates the air. His phone buzzes again, but he gives it only the briefest glance down and silences it. “Why would you assume Heineken?” he asks.

I stack a handful of coasters on the tray and shrug again, trying to nip the conversation in the bud. “No reason.”

He’s not buying it. The corner of his mouth turns up a little, and he says, “Come on, Dimples.”

At almost the same time, I hear Fred’s, “Dammit,” and hold out my hand, ready when he slaps a crisp dollar bill into it. I smugly tuck it into the jar.

The guy follows my movement and blinks back up at me. “‘Car Fund?’” he asks, reading the label. “What’s that about?”

“It’s nothing,” I tell him and then wave to the line of draft beers. “What were you guys drinking?”

“You just made a buck off of something I said and you’re not even going to tell me what it was?”

I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear and give in when I realize he isn’t going to order until I’ve answered him. “It’s just something I hear a lot,” I say. In fact, it’s probably something I’ve heard more than my own name. Deep dimples dent each of my cheeks, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say they’re at once my most and least favorite feature.

“Fred didn’t believe it happens as often as I said,” I continue, jerking my thumb over my shoulder. “So we made a little bet: A dollar every time someone calls me Dimples, or references said dimples. I’m going to buy a car.”

“Next week at this rate,” Fred complains from somewhere behind me.

Dudebro’s phone chirps again, but this time he doesn’t check it, doesn’t even look down. Instead he tucks it into the back pocket of his jeans, glances from Fred to me again, and grins.

And I might actually need a moment.

If I thought this guy was pretty before, it has nothing on the way his entire face changes when he smiles. A light has been switched on behind his eyes, and every trace of arrogance seems to just . . . evaporate. His skin is clear and tan and women must ask what kind of highlighter he uses because it practically glows, a warmth that seems to radiate out, coloring his cheeks. The sharpness of his features soften; his eyes crinkle a little at the corners. I know it’s just a smile but it’s like I can’t decide which part I like more, the full lips, white, perfect teeth, or how one side of his mouth lifts just a fraction higher than the other. He makes me want to smile back.

He spins a coaster on the bar top in front of him, and continues to grin up at me. “So you’re calling me unoriginal,” he says.

“I’m not calling you anything,” I tell him, matching his grin. “But I appreciate that it seems to be true, because I am raking in the cash.”

He considers my cheeks for a moment. “They are pretty great dimples. I can imagine a lot of worse things to be known for. Nobody calling you Peg Leg or the Bearded Lady.”

No way is this guy trying to be cute.

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Wicked Sexy Liar will be released on February 2, 2016. You can pre-order it now on Amazon.

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