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115 pages, Unknown Binding
First published June 27, 2014
“I know nothing about your past.”
“We aren’t defined by our pasts. We are who we are. You don’t have to know where I grew up, what year I was born, to know the woman in front of you.”



Iris is the 2nd novel in The Wild Series and naturally there are a lot and I mean a lot of pages filled with some very hot and sizzling sex between the older Dair and younger Iris. However, there’s definitely more of a plot in this one than the first book.![]()
So I am rather liking this series….although I did skim some of the many many sex scenes again…..jeez these guys spend more time in bed than out!!!!![]()
“She was soothing chaos. Like that first taste of anaesthesia, before you lost your senses. Or the venom that numbed you before it killed you. I really couldn’t decide which.”
“Which one was the real Iris?”
“Me, I was simple. I was order. A very neat, efficient machine that ran on nothing but air… 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.”
“We aren’t defined by our pasts. We are who we are. You don’t have to know where I grew up, what year I was born, to know the woman in front of you.”
“In a world full of lies, you were my truth. You were my light and my compass.”



“She was soothing chaos. Like that first taste of anesthesia, before you lost your sense. Or the venom that numbed you before it killed you.”
“It was Iris, but Iris was a stranger… It was like she was a curious, wild, imaginary creature, with the pieces of her just now put together, invented for my eyes, not how I remembered at all, because even when she’d been angry, she had never been cold… Which one was the real Iris?”
“I don’t have good judgment when it comes to you…”
“Maybe good judgement is overrated. Maybe it’s time for you to be bad.”
“It was both torment and solace to look at her again. An agonizing comfort. Me, I was simple. I was order. A very neat, efficient machine that ran on nothing but air… 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.”
“In a world full of lies, you were my truth.”