IRIS (The Wild Side #2) by R.K. Lilley

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IRIS (The Wild Side #2) by R.K. Lilley

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She was the soothing chaos. Like that first taste of anesthesia, before you lost your senses. Or the venom that numbed you before it killed you. I really couldn’t decide which.
She was a feast, and I was a man starved.

The Wild Side Series Reading Order

  1. The Wild Side
  2. IRIS (The Wild Side #2)
  3. Dair – Coming July 2014

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IRIS (THE WILD SIDE #2)
ARE YOU READY FOR A TWIST?
Who is Iris? Where did she come from? Where has she gone?
Alasdair Masters has more questions than answers about his new, too young obsession, and when he finds out she’s been lying to him, from their first meeting to their last one, he’s more confused than ever about her feelings, her intentions.
And what’s just as confusing are his own feelings. Has he turned something purely physical into something emotional in his own head? Is any of it mutual?
The only thing he doesn’t question is whether he’ll keep going back for more.
DAIR
Me, I was simple. I was order. A very neat, efficient machine that ran on nothing but air.
Me plus anyone else, well, that was another matter. And me plus Iris, that was a monster of a machine, with all gears going at different speeds, some spinning off their hinges, just going mad, but it was a wonderful madness, at full throttle, misfiring in all directions.
It felt wonderful and dreadful.
I was breaking down, and it felt amazing.
And terrifying.
This book is intended for readers 18 and up.

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About The Author
Kyleigh Jane
I suppose I was introduced to romance at an early age. When I was around 10 years old, I happened upon a highlighted and dog eared copy of “The Joy Of Sex” on my mother’s bookshelf. I was shocked. I was fascinated. Maybe it was the 1970s power muffs, maybe it was the mustaches, maybe it was phrases such as “tongue bath”, who knows. As a teen, hiding Danielle Steel and VC Andrews paperbacks, I think I was drawn to reading romance/erotica because I felt like I was reading something I wasn't supposed to. Something forbidden. As an adult, I enjoy the truth of love. The triumph and tragedy. The build and the break. I'm drawn to stories with grit, and substance, and meat on their bones. The format breakers, the unusual. I’m always searching for that next great read. The story that burrows deep into your guts, and changes you.