Release Launch & Giveaway: The Wild Side by R.K. Lilley

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Release Launch & Giveaway: The Wild Side by R.K. LilleyTitle: The Wild Side
Author: R.K. Lilley
Publisher: Self-Published
Release Date: May 21, 2014
Genre: Erotic Romance
More Info: Goodreads
Purchase: Amazon US
Purchase: Amazon UK

Alasdair Masters is in a rut.  He just hit forty, has been nearly celibate for the past year, and his life has turned into a daily sequence of lonely patterns that revolve around avoiding human contact.   

His tidy life is turned on its head when a hot young blonde at the gym that’s been pseudo-stalking him decides to rock his world.  A very young blonde.  Way, way too young for him.  The problem is, he can’t seem to tell her no, and she just keeps coming back for more. 

It doesn’t help that he’s ninety percent sure she’s a criminal, and still, he can’t seem to turn her down.  What is a dull introvert to do when a chaotic cyclone that oozes sexuality comes twisting into his life?     

At first, he thinks she’ll give him a heart attack, but after his twenty-year marriage ended a year ago, he’s been a little lost, and when she comes crashing into his life, he realizes that he’s never felt more alive. 

Is a walk on the wild side just what he needs to get his on track or a disaster in the making?  Is it possible for someone that much younger to be just what he needs, or is she a fortune hunter, as everyone keeps telling him?  Is it his hormones telling him that the mysterious younger woman is the one, or could it be more?



Chapter Two

She kept her distance until I was on the last quarter hour of my routine, making my rounds on the machines.

“I bet you have some super special after workout drink you down after these sessions,” she told me as she approached my machine, her tone playful.

She got right up in my personal space, her breasts just inches from my face.

I looked up at her eyes, mine almost pleading.  She had to quit teasing me, whether or not she knew that’s what she was doing.

I grunted.

“Admit it.  You do, don’t you?”

My mouth twisted wryly.  She even had a good personality.  She was a sweet little thing.  She didn’t need to be.  She could have gotten by on sheer good looks alone.  “I have a little something I make.”

“It’s a drink, isn’t it?  I’d bet good cash you make it with a Vitamix, and it has kale in it.”

I coughed out a laugh.  “You aren’t wrong.  I’m pretty predictable, huh?”

She winked at me.  Fucking winked.  It was adorable, and I needed to get away from her.  “You’re a mystery to me.  I’m just throwing out guesses, trying to figure you out.”

“Now why would you do that?  I have to tell you, I’m about as boring as they come.”

She shook her head, her eyes soft.  “Not at all.  You seem fascinating to me, Dair.”

I wasn’t sure why, but that seemed to be my breaking point.

I politely excused myself and hit the showers.  I was the only one in there, and I did give half a thought to rubbing a quick one off, but I refrained.  I’d be home soon enough.

I emerged from the showers, clad in a fresh white T-shirt and black athletic shorts, to find Iris still hanging near the weights, still in her workout gear, dabbing at her glistening breasts with my towel.

Well, I guess she’ll be keeping that, I thought, giving it one last longing look before I turned on my heel and headed out.

I nearly let the door swing shut on her before I realized that she’d followed me, still in her workout gear, duffle bag in tow.  I held the door wide for her, a little worried at her beaming smile.

“You shower at home?” I asked, then wanted to take it back.  I did not need a visual of her showering.

“Yeah, usually.  Here.”  She draped the used towel over my shoulder.

My mind went really filthy with the things I’d be doing with it later.

“Thanks for that.  You just headed home now?”

I nodded, looking over at the parking lot, back at the gym, anywhere but at the too young girl that was too much trouble for my peace of mind.

“Have a good one,” I murmured and walked away.

“Wait,” she called out from behind me when I was halfway through the parking lot.

I stopped.  She was just a few feet behind.  Either she was following me, or she was walking somewhere.  My pearl white model S Tesla was the only car parked this far back.

I turned to her, and she was smiling at me, of course.

“Do you mind giving me a ride?”

I took a few deep, steadying breaths, wondering what to do.

Of course I needed to give her a ride.  If the poor girl needed to walk somewhere, she could hardly do it dressed like that.  She’d get abducted, for sure.

I wasn’t positive that I wouldn’t abduct her myself.

“Sure, honey.  Where you need to go?”

She pointed at my car, her eyes widening.  “Is that your ride?  It’s brilliant.  Wow.  A Tesla.  Just beautiful.”

I smiled, impressed that she knew what it was, and waved her on.

I loved my car, and I got a real kick out of her excited reaction to it.  She was good at making me smile.

“I’ve never been in one of these before.”

“I just got this one about eight months ago.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes.  I’m happy with it.”

“Whoa.  You got the seven seater?  You have any kids?”

I laughed.  “No.  I have no excuse, other than that the salesman was very good at selling me features.”

We were inside and belted before I looked at her again.  I could smell her in the small space.  She smelled so good that it was playing havoc with my peace of mind.  Like vanilla and some hint of what could only be her hot little body after a good workout.

I was shamefully happy that she hadn’t showered after the workout.  I had a very clear visual of me licking every bit of that salty sweet sweat off her, and since that wouldn’t be happening, I had a smell to obsess over in place of that.

She reclined her seat until she was lying down flat.  Her mouthwatering breasts pointed straight up in that position.  “That is so cool.  What is that called?  The glass ceiling?”

“An all glass panoramic roof.  Like I said, the salesman was very good at selling me features, even ones I didn’t need.”

I started the car, waiting for her to tell me where to go.  When we just sat there for a few minutes, I asked, “So, where can I drop you?”

She brought her seat back up.  “Aren’t you going to invite me back to your place?  I want to see your house.  And I’d like to try whatever concoction you make yourself drink after your workout.”

I smiled and shook my head.  “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Iris.  You are much too young to be inviting yourself to some man’s house.  Especially an old guy like me.”

“How old are you?” she asked, sounding only vaguely curious about that.

“Forty.  Old.  How old are you?”

“Twenty-four, Alasdair.  Old enough for any damn thing.”

I gave her a gimlet-eyed look, sure she was messing with me.  “I don’t believe you.  Prove it.  Show me your ID.”

She giggled like I’d just said the funniest thing, but she did bend forward to fish around in her bag, retrieving a small pink wallet.  “What?  You think I’m jailbait?”

“Something like that.”

She handed me a Nevada driver’s license.  I studied it, did some quick math, then studied it some more.  It was real, as far as I could tell, and it did place her at twenty-four.  I could hardly believe it.

“I’m still way too old for you.”

“Your cock doesn’t agree.”  Her tone was so innocent that it took me a moment to process what she’d said.

I flushed bright red.  “My cock doesn’t know what’s good for it.”

“But I do.”  Her voice was whisper soft.

I put the car in reverse.  “You sure about this?”

“Sure about what?  What’s the big deal about sharing a drink and checking out your pad?  Going by this car, I know you’re going to blow me away.”

I nodded tightly and kept my hands at two and ten, my eyes straight ahead.

I took her home.

It was insanity, but who the fuck could resist a girl like Iris?  Not me.

Even so, I told myself I’d humor her curiosity and then take her wherever she wanted to go.  I had absolutely no business doing more than that.  She was legal, thank God, but still far too young.  At least for that.

As though reading my mind, her hand went to my knee, her touch light.  “God, that thing is impressive.  I swear it has its own pulse.  I can see it beating.”

I nearly went off the road.  “Are you talking about…?!”

“Your cock.  You wear those big, thick clothes at the gym.  I had no clue you were packing such heat.”

“Knock it off,” I told her.

She dissolved into giggles, her hand falling from my knee.

“You’re just messing with me, aren’t you?” I asked her with a smile.  “You can tell I’m harmless, so you’re putting me on.”

Her hand touched the back of my neck, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.  She rubbed hard at my nape, and my eyes began to close with the pleasure.

I fought to pay attention to the road.

“I like you, Alasdair.  Can’t you tell?”

I didn’t have a good answer for that.  My ex-wife had done a number on me.  Married twenty years to the woman, doing everything I could think of to make her happy, and she’d hated my guts.  I couldn’t have been particularly likable.

Iris was friendly and talkative enough, but I noticed that she was not the sort to talk about herself, and I found myself talking too much, which was not at all like me.

“I live alone in a very big house.  It’s a waste really.  I should look for something smaller.  I was married when I had it built.  I didn’t intend to be alone when I designed the thing.”

“So you’re divorced?”

“Yes.  About a year now.”

“And you were married just the one time?”

I exaggerated a wince, shooting her a sheepish smile.  “I must seem so old to you, huh?  But yeah, just the one time.  For twenty years.”

She whistled.  “Twenty years?  What happened?”

I just shook my head.  I couldn’t talk about it without sounding bitter, and I didn’t want to come across that way.  Not to her.

“And you’re not old, Alasdair.  You’re distinguished.”

That surprised a laugh out of me.  “Oh, that’s rich.  Yes, I’m apparently very distinguished, and you’re young enough to be my daughter.”

“Only if you had me when you were sixteen.  Do you have any kids?”

“No.  I always thought I would, but time just slipped away.  I’m too old now, I think.  I like kids, though.”

“You’re not too old.  That’s ridiculous.  Look at your hard-on.  That thing looks like it wants to make babies right now.”

I sent her a censuring look and tried to make it convincing.

She just gave me an irrepressible smile.

We got to the gates of my community.  I waved to the security guard, and he nodded back, letting me in.  I saw him shoot Iris one quick glance, his expression indecipherable, as we went by.

“Oh, I bet we just started some good rumors.  ‘Alasdair’s brought home a young, scantily clad girl again.’”

I shifted uncomfortably, but couldn’t stifle my urge to correct her.  “Not again.  I don’t do this sort of thing.  Not ever.”

“Not ever?  And what sort of thing are we calling this now, Dair?  I’m dying to know.”

“Bring women home.  Especially very young women.  I’ve never done this.”

She beamed at me for that one.  “I like you.  You make me feel good.”

I could say the same for her, but I didn’t.  I was being enough of a beast already, bringing her home.

She whistled long and low when I pulled into my U shaped driveway.

I parked directly at the front door, the car ready to take her on the return trip.  Still just humoring her.

I kicked my shoes off in the entryway, tossing my gym bag down.

She copied me, tossing her own bag on top of mine.

“You can use my shower,” I told her, my eyes all over her naked skin.

“You’re a doll.  I’ll do that.  God, you’re tall.”

She moved to stand right in front of me, her hand up as though to measure.

I was over the six-foot mark, and she was just the right height to tuck her little blonde head under my chin.

I shook off that ridiculous image.

At her insistence, I gave her the grand tour of my oversized house.  I hadn’t taken pride in it in a long time.  It had turned into a rather large tomb for the bad memories from the last years of my marriage.  But oddly, I found myself taking that pride again as I showed it to her.  I had designed it, top to bottom, and I really did love the house.

It was a modern monstrosity at eight thousand square feet, but I liked my space.  Probably because I liked to spend ninety percent of my time in it.

She took particular delight in my large library, running her hands along the spines of the books in the classics section.

“I could spend a year in here,” she told me.

That had my brows raising.  I’d gotten the impression she was more of a wild party girl than a reader.  “You like to read?”

Her nose wrinkled like she thought that was the oddest question.  “Um, yeah.  Who doesn’t like to read?”

Good point.  I mean, there were people that didn’t like to read.  Logically, I understood that, but it had always baffled me anyway.

I meant to pick her brain about that more, but she was off again, and I was following, my eyes glued to her perfect little ass as I showed her the rest of the house.


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Other Books by R.K. Lilley


Bad Things (Tristan & Danika, #1) 

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Danika hasn’t had an easy life. Being insanely attracted to bad boys has never helped make it easier. 

One look at Tristan, and every brain cell she possessed went up in smoke. This man was trouble with a capital T. It was a given.
She knew better. Bad boys were bad. Especially for her. Considering her history, it was crazy to think otherwise. So why did crazy have to feel so damn fine?

For as long as she could remember, Danika had been focused on the future with single-minded purpose. Tristan came along and taught her everything there was to know about letting go, and living in the present. She fell, hard and deep. Of course, that only made her impact with the ground that much more devastating.

Bad Things is about Tristan and Danika, and their train wreck of a love story. This series can be read as a standalone, or with the Up in the Air series.

Rock Bottom (Tristan & Danika, #2) 

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Their love had the power of a runaway freight train, and the potential to be just as destructive. 
The tempestuous sequel to Bad Things picks up where the first book left off. Reeling from a profound loss, Tristan and Danika struggle to pick up the pieces and build a life together, but the hard habits of a lifetime are not so easy to escape. 
Rock Bottom takes us on a dual point of view journey through addiction and desire, through love and agony, and answers the question we’ve been asking since these characters were introduced in Grounded: “What happened between Tristan and Danika?” 

Even love couldn’t cushion a fall like ours. My love for Tristan was so big that I felt consumed by it, and even so, it was not enough to overpower our combined demons. 
I struggled. I yelled and screamed. I scratched and kicked. 
I fought like hell, but even the most determined fighters have to stop before they break. 
No one could say I didn’t fight for him. 
“I love you,” I spoke softly into his ear. 
He gripped me harder. “I can’t ever lose you, Danika. I’m not sure I’d survive it.” 
“You’ve got me. And I’m not going anywhere. Not ever.” 
I meant the words when I said them, but life had other plans for us. 
I’d have given my life for that fight. In fact, I very nearly did. 

She was the one. 
If I’d ever had a doubt, I didn’t now. She was the one I’d be thinking about, longing for, until I took my last breath. If I lost her tomorrow, I’d pine for her like a lovesick fool. 
This was the kind of love that only hit you once in your life. 

Lovely Trigger (Tristan & Danika, #3) 

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Tristan hit rock bottom, and no one felt the impact harder than Danika. She was forced to see, in the most brutal of ways, that love does not conquer all. Bruised, bloody, and broken she had to walk away.


Picking up the pieces of your life after a tragedy is a daunting prospect, and that’s considering you still own all of the pieces. But what if you don’t? What if someone else owns those pieces, and those pieces are a part of your soul?

You dig deep and work with what you’ve got. 

That’s what Danika told herself and believed, every single day, for years. 

Tristan and Danika’s love had failed every test that life had thrown at them. She couldn’t forget that, not for one second. And if those tests had been overly harsh, well, she wasn’t one to wallow in self-pity. The failure was the thing she had to focus on. The failure was the lesson. She had no intention of working so hard to make it out of hell without learning that lesson well. 


Over six years after the night that changed everything, Danika finds herself forced to spend the weekend constantly in Tristan’s company, as they attend the wedding of two of their dearest friends. It’s been long enough that she feels they can be friendly again without it destroying her peace of mind, but just a small amount of time in his presence has her remembering something she had forced herself to forget: There’d been a reason she’d gone through hell with this man, for this man, some true good to precede the bad. 

She shocks herself by quickly giving in to a hunger that she never imagined could still consume her.

Even the best intentioned denial has a breaking point. 


After everything that’s happened, the rise and the fall, the pain and the aftermath, can these two navigate the waters of acute regret, survive the trials of coming face to face with all that they have lost, and find the strength to try again?


In Flight (Up in the Air, #1) 

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When reserved flight attendant Bianca gets one look at billionaire hotel owner James Cavendish, she loses all of her hard-won composure. For a girl who can easily juggle a tray of champagne flutes at 35,000 feet in three inch heels, she finds herself shockingly weak-kneed from their first encounter. The normally unruffled Bianca can’t seem to look away from his electrifying turquoise gaze. They hold a challenge, and a promise, that she finds impossible to resist, and she is a girl who is used to saying no and meaning it.

Bianca is accustomed to dealing with supermodels and movie stars in her job as a first class flight attendant, but James Cavendish puts them all to shame in the looks department. If only it were just his looks that she found so irresistible about the intimidating man, Bianca could have ignored his attentions. But what tempts her like never before is the dominant pull he seems to have over her from the moment they meet, and the promise of pleasure, and pain, that she reads in his eyes.

Mile High (Up in the Air, #2) 

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James and Bianca’s tumultuous story continues in the sequel to In Flight.

James has initiated Bianca into a dark and drugging world of passion and pain. He taught her about her own submissive, masochistic nature, and she fell swiftly and deeply in love with the undeniably charming and impossibly beautiful Mr. Cavendish, but a painful misunderstanding and the return of the brutally violent demon of her past have combined to overwhelm Bianca, and, confused and hurt, she pushes him away. 

It’s been over a month since the shocking attack that hospitalized her, and since she told a distraught James that she needed space, but her feelings haven’t gone away. Even she knew that it was only a matter of time before he would cast his spell on her again…

Grounded (Up in the Air, #3) 

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James and Bianca’s story draws to a close in the explosive conclusion to the Up In The Air Trilogy.

After a short but earnest courtship, Bianca can no longer deny her feelings for James, and though she’s tried her hardest, she can’t help but see that he cares deeply for her, as well. In a completely uncharacteristic move, she has put aside her misgivings and agreed to live with the enigmatic billionaire. Is her leap of faith the beginning of something wonderful, or is it too much, too fast?

As James and Bianca feel a growing need for each other that neither can deny, circumstances beyond their control intervene, trying to tear them apart. Amidst the ever mounting threat of a monster who wants Bianca dead, and the constant pitfalls of an indiscreet past that James can’t seem to escape, can these two passionate lovers manage to find their happily ever after?

Mr. Beautiful (Up in the Air, #4)  (coming 2014)


Mr. Beautiful will be a male point-of-view novel for the Up in the Air series that tells the story of James, and Stephan, and their unwavering love of a woman that would make the two men family.

Lana  (companion novel)

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Lana can’t remember a time when she wasn’t hopelessly in love with Akira. Even knowing that he viewed her as a kid sister had never helped to dampen her feelings. One night together only made it worse. After seducing Akira, it became apparent that their love affair was hopelessly one-sided, and heartbroken, Lana fled her beloved island paradise.
Eight years later, Lana finally returns home, planning to stay briefly, and only for business, but her plans go quickly awry when she runs into the man she could never get over.


About R.K. Lilley

R.K. Lilley lives inTexas 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 Bad Things, Rock Bottom, In Flight, Mile High, Grounded, and the novella, Lana. She is currently working on the third book of the Tristan and Danika series Lovely Trigger due out March 11, 2014.

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