Ila Rose's Birthday Blitz
High Heels and Naked Lies
By
Ila Rose
Kay Barrett is a thirty something mom to two beautiful girls who possess more money than God and everything materialistic most could hope for. She’s beautiful, generous, kind and absolutely hates her life. She’s tired of the constant pressure in maintaining the illusion of the perfect society wife while slowly dying inside from her turbulent past and tumultuous marriage to a man that has made it his mission to make her life hell. She’s given up on happiness and love, bending to her husband’s whims in every way; permanently at his beck and call to serve as his arm candy at a moment’s notice. On one such occasion she’s to join him for a business dinner to meet the new client her husband is so eager to impress.
Ryder Sinclair is mysterious, secretive and the air surrounding him shimmers with danger, testosterone and panty dropping sexuality. Tall, dark and handsome; his blue eyes pierce Kay clear to her soul. She finds herself curiously drawn to him in ways she’s never dreamed. Kay begins to change her outlook on life and questions the lifestyle that has caused her so much grief over the years, terrified her children will become unhappy clones of their troubled mother; living a life of ill hidden lies and lacking love that Kay has never experienced.
She decides to restructure her reality, beginning by changing herself. She decides to live her life; seeking out friendships with women she would never had thought to turn to, finding strength in their kindness and courage to face the challenges in the paradox that is her existence. She longs to live a life filled with love and strives for the courage to overcome her past; and she wants Ryder by her side as she does. However, it all becomes too much. Between the deception by her husband, the lies of her father and a mother she thought dead resurfacing Kay flounders. The lies mount, the stress bends her will and she starts to feel as if she’s fighting a losing battle against the constant emotional and physical attacks. All she ever wanted was to love and be loved yet the constant pursuit of her happily ever after continues to evade her desperate grasp.
Giving up would be so easy and the fight for the life and love she desires is grueling and unforgiving. Returning to the complacent and obedient wife she was before the discovering friendship, kindness and the true meaning of love would be so much easier. Battle worn and weary, will Kay turn her back on all she’s learned in such a short time? Will she be able to dig deep; standing up for what she deserves out of life and doing so with all the grace and dignity her upbringing has ingrained into her?
“Kay, please meet Ryder Sinclaire, Mr. Sinclaire, my wife Kay.” She studied what had to be the sexiest man she had possibly ever seen. He exuded sexuality and could easily grace the cover of a magazine and just as easily appear in women’s fantasies. His cocky smirk promised an unforgettable night of hot monkey sex, multiple orgasms and serious muscle tenderness the morning after. His black hair added to the bad boy image and Kay’s fingers tingled with the desire to run through it. His ice blue eyes threatened to happily drown you within their glacial flow. A dimple winked through the absolute perfect amount of five O’clock shadow. His black Armani suit, sensuality, confidence and charm was a statement to women that he’d promise them an amazing fuck and to all men that he’s not to be fucked with.
A male voice close to her ear scared the crap out of her and caused her to jump; which lead to her spilling her coffee all over her favorite cashmere sweater and her brand new Uggs. She gasped, she knew that laugh. Dear God in Heaven and sweet baby Jesus, please no, she prayed. Please not Mr. Hot and Sexy himself, anyone but Mr. Hot and sexy! Shit! No makeup, no hair products, no exterior armor and wearing my damned coffee and I run into the only man that’s turned me on since Magic God-damned Mike and now I look practically fucking homeless! So she did what any other normal sophisticated mother would do. She sat on her ass in the middle of the parking lot and cried like an infant in front of God and everybody.
“Love hurts. Men leave, Linda. And if you love them and they leave, it breaks you. I’m already broken; I couldn’t handle any more pain or dysfunction.” Linda wanted to weep for this poor young woman, for the life she’s had and the experiences she’s had to deal with. She had a feeling she knew what caused Kay’s fear of men and love. She also had the sudden urge to hurt the man that caused her friend so much hardship.
He traced the lines of her face, sliding it down her neck and gently pulled her closer. “Tell me no Kay, tell me to stop.” He breathed as his lips hovered over hers. Kay was lost, caught in his spell and couldn’t deny her body one second longer. “I can’t.” She whispered. Slowly and oh so gently he slid his mouth over hers. She had never experienced such gentleness, such care from a man. I don’t know how to go back to ten minutes ago and not know this feeling existed. Her lips were so soft and so ready for him that he was dying to taste the rest of her. He wrapped an arm around her small waist as he used his tongue to trace her lips lightly and as he finally got to taste her he knew he was done.
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Ila Rose is wife to one very lucky man, mother to four of the most amazing humans, and crazy to one and all. Ila has a large and boisterous family that shares in her insanity even as they add to it with inappropriate laughter, tasteless jokes and dance parties to old and forgotten one hit bands. She continues to defy aging although she has been known to take a sharpie to her grayish roots in moments of desperation. Ila lives in central Indiana and continues to insist that there really, truly isn’t a whole lot more than corn in Indiana. When she’s not busy alienating family while living like a hermit attached to the keyboard, she’s reading, watching Grey’s anatomy and Glee marathons and being silly with her kids. She loves to laugh often and usually at her own expense, music of almost any type and adores all things sarcastic or witty. Her debut contemporary romance novel, High Heels and Naked Lies is the first of the High Society Wives series and is probably going to be a New York Times best seller within a year. You should buy it before then. I hear it’s pretty good.
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