Friday, June 27, 2014

Iris (The Wild Side #2) by R.K. Lilley: Release Blitz w/ Teaser & Giveaway



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.


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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R.K. Lilley lives in Colorado with her husband and their two beautiful sons. She's had a lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a stablehand, but swears she never knew what hard work was until she had children. She's been addicted to both reading and writing fiction since she can remember. She loves to travel, read, hike, paint, game, watch anime, and make the most of every single day. She is the author of the erotic romance novels In Flight, Mile High, Grounded, and the novella, Lana.

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We never stopped, didn’t take a moment of rest before it was time for her to leave.

I fucked her mindless.

I took her until we were both sore from it.


Flesh over-used, muscles strained.

She didn’t walk out so much as wave a white flag and limp away the next morning.

At least I was awake to see her go. I hated when she left as I was sleeping.

I made her look me in the eye and say goodbye.

“When will I see you again?” I asked, cupping her jaw.

I hadn’t been a tender lover to her that night. I’d been rough, and arduous, and demanding as hell, more demanding than even I knew I was capable of.

But regardless of my actions, she held a little tender place in my chest, one that only she’d ever been able to unbury and expose.

The lack of her had done nothing to bury it again.

I wasn’t sure what would.

What could.

She bit her lip, and I had to stop myself from kissing her.

I needed this answer.

I’d gone past needing all of the answers to just the ones that I couldn’t live without.

“Sometime in the next four days, hopefully not in the middle of the night again, I’ll come back to see you.”

I stroked her hair back from her face, studying her.

She looked worn out, tired, and well-fucked. I loved it and hated it.

With a frustrated sigh, I kissed her forehead, and let her go.

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