IRIS (The Wild Side #2) by R.K. Lilley
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- Stars
- ★★★★★
- Heat
- Molten
Recommendation
You know what cookie monster looks like when you give him a handful of cookies? Yes, that’s exactly what I looked like when given a copy of Iris. Crazed. Eyes wild, fingers frantically swiping across my kindle. UNLOCK. UNLOCK! I tore through the story.
Dair and Iris are face-meltingly hot, and mind-bendingly complicated. If a book could give you blue-balls… well, it’s Iris.
BECAUSE WHAT IS HAPPENING?!
Just when you think you may have figured out what’s going on, you realize you don’t have a damn clue. This twisted followup has left us with more questions than answers, and I am dying for the next installment. I can’t get enough of this summer series.
Ridiculously hot, and completely addicting.
RK, you’ve created a monster.
MORE. GIVE ME MORE.
FEED MEEEEEEEEEE.
ahem. so sorry.
~ Kyleigh Jane [June 2014]
Iris is ridiculously sexy. No, let me change that to HOLY EFFING HOT.
There is so much mind-twisty confusion happening, I don’t know what’s true, what’s pretend, and which way is up. But even in all of that mind-twisty confusion, the chemistry between Iris and Dair made me squirm in my pants so many times that I needed to take *ahem* personal breaks.
~ Angie [June 2014]
Publisher synopsis
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.
Review published June 28, 2014