The Wild Side (The Wild Side #1) by R.K. Lilley
Date of Publishing : May 20th, 2014
Publisher: R.K. Lilley
Genres: Contemporary, Adult, Erotica
My Rating: ★
ARE YOU READY TO TAKE A WALK?
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?
I didn’t go into this book expecting to dislike it as much as I did. I’d heard a lot about it and in my honest opinion, it failed to deliver. Why?
Alasdair Masters is a 40 year old, recently divorced pervert. And I say pervert because clearly, he is one of those men of whom we hear about. They ogle women in gyms and straight out stare, sometimes making the women horribly uncomfortable. It’s honestly disgusting. (What happened to the #YesAllWomen hashtag ?! This guy is a creep!)
I do believe there is a certain part of the book where this happens:
“Her eyes were shut tight, as though in a grimace. She was biting her lip hard. That didn’t stop me.”
Dair—no matter how I tried—did not appeal to me. I don’t think he ever will. But there were his inner musings that caught my eye.
Maybe I reminded her of her dad. Or fuck, her grandpa.
These young folks, with that twerking, I thought, just like an old fart.
Meanwhile, my satellite radio was still playing that drunk song, the singer now repeating the words ‘surfboard’ for no reason that I could fathom.
Moving over to Iris. So many times in the book, Dair thought Iris was all smart and different and brilliant and blah; but all I could see was that she was a typical blonde bimbo. That’s what she was. A blonde bimbo. Every time she opened her mouth, she sounded immature and definitely not “smart and different and brilliant.”
“I’m still way to old for you.” “Your cock doesn’t agree.” Her tone was innocent that it took me a moment to process what she’d said.
Iris was untamed, definitely, but it seemed to me like some of the shit she did was over the top. She dressed provocatively in a gym for a 40 year old to notice her? He could have been an axe murderer/rapist/slaughterer/human trafficker, take your pick. But apparently she’s “wild” so that’s forgiven.
I don’t think so.
This book has about 85% sex and 15% of an actual plot. The sex isn’t completely blow-my-mind or fan-my-panties or anything. I’ve read better. I’ve read worse. And surprisingly, I was more intrigued by the plot more than anything else. I wanted to know what Iris was hiding from Alasdair and why she was with Dair, not how big her titties were and how he came within 30 seconds of being inside of her.
Oh and that’s another thing. He came after just 30 seconds of being inside of her. And when he apologized to her about it, Iris asked him not to worry and that it was really good for her.
There was a pissing match at the end of the book. Iris left. Dair is miserable.
But like I said, the plot intrigued me and if I do read Iris (The Wild Side #2) it will ONLY be because I want to know what happens to the characters. I don’t care about the characters, but I am curious about this “wild” lady.
I am also kind of a masochist.
About the Author
R.K. Lilley has been a writer since she can remember, but has held down some interesting jobs to pay the bills. For several years she was a first class flight attendant, and she always swore that she just had to write a book about it. Mixing her love of romance and all things BDSM, the Up In the Air Trilogy is her debut into the world of contempary romance and erotica. She is currently working on the final installment in the series.