Title: Juliet
Author: Kailee Reese Samuels
Genre: Erotic BDSM Romance
First Published: May 2015
To have and hold, love and cherish, til death do us part…
When an unexpected twist of fate hands Iris her worst nightmare, the world spins out of control. As she falls apart, Iris finds comfort in her unpredictable behavior. With mysterious clues hidden by her husband, Iris drives away from her life to uncover the world he kept hidden for years.
Small town Sugargrove, Texas is unlike anything Iris has ever experienced. Foreboding, dark, and sensual, the enchanting Juliet academy lures Iris with hopes of discovering who she really is. Making friends and meeting people, she delves into the treacherous world of her surrender. But when she encounters Salvatore Raniero, the sexy alpha male ignites her in unimaginable ways, haunting her every thought and showing her a new kind of high.
As she learns Sal is more than the mischievous sexual provocateur of Juliet, revealing a composed and thoughtful side, Iris wonders what else is hiding behind his mesmerizing ebony, emerald eyes. Pushing her into an even deeper erotic journey, Iris soars with her newfound freedom in the collar.
The secrets unfurl as the web of lies continues to grow, and Iris realizes she is not the girl she once was. Trapped between a lonely past and an unknown future, she is left with the daunting task of deciding what she truly desires and who she wants to obey.
A love story doesn't always go the way it should, sometimes the path to forever is a twisting, spiraling, and flying ride.
JULIET is Kailee Reese Samuels full-length debut novel.
The Story of Salvatore (SOS Series) is set within the Juliet world and provides further glimpses into Salvatore Raniero’s character and history.
Kailee Reese Samuels writes romantic suspense with an erotic flair. Let her words whisk you away, escaping with delicious guys, toe-curling kisses, and addictive stories.
WARNING: This book contains graphic BDSM, strong sexual situations, and explicit language. Contents intended for MATURE readers 18+ ONLY.
"This book is extremely frustrating, infuriating, extremely emotional and damn sexy. This book cost me two boxes of tissue..." ~ Kimmie Sue's Reviews
"This was a f*** awesome read from a new to me author. Just when I thought that I was going to be getting the same story about BDSM it turned on me and grabbed me by the collar and wouldnt let go." ~ LaGina, Amazon Reviewer
"A breath of fresh air in the world of erotic romance..." ~ Natasha Anne, Amazon Reviewer
“You’re easy. I want to Master you,” Mack goaded, smirking with his eyes sparkling in an all-knowing manner.
She couldn't help but notice the way in which he said that. He wanted to master her, not physically, but mentally.
“I could seduce you right now, regardless of how you feel about me,” Mack challenged.
Who the fuck does he think he is?
High on her happy from—Sal and Tank—Iris upped the ante. “Try me.”
Walking to the small cabinet, he spoke to her very soul. “People think seduction involves a touch, a kiss, a tangible variable. But it doesn't. Take for instance,” Mack meticulously poured two glasses of whiskey, her nemesis' liquid love. “…Sal.”
Speak of the devil, Sal entered a conversation he had no business being in. Handing her one, Mack held back restrained, cautious to not touch to her skin. His science unconventional, but curious Iris followed.
“Sal seduces you every damned time he sees you, and you do not even justify it. You choose not to play his game,” Mack illustrated. Taking a long sip, Mack closed his eyes as he swallowed. “But you should because he wants you, too.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Iris questioned, sipping the smooth, rich blend.
His eyes beckoned Iris as he tilted his head down ever so slightly, like a lighthouse in the night. “Every time you see him, you are turned on. And undoubtedly, your mind finds its way back to him as you fuck yourself every night.”
Her curiousness instantly manifested to anger, perhaps that had been his lure all along. Despite what she believed, what she knew, Mack had no right to insinuate these visions about what she did or didn’t do at night under the covers.
“I think it's time for me to leave,” Iris hastened, setting down her glass and starting to get up.
“Sit,” Mack urged, in the gentlest of ways, a simple command. “Tell me I am not right, and I will take you home right now.”
Her mind rushed through the memories of a photo book, counting the times she lusted for Sal, and done exactly what Mack described. Flushed with rage at his ability, Iris attempted to throw him off. “You're wrong,” Iris countered, slamming back the whiskey, “I’ve done it way more than that.”
Mack laughed at her, his eyes lighting up like he had scored a point. Her anger eased and Iris giggled at the brilliant idiocy of it all.
“You aren't going to get to him unless you learn to play his game.”
His lesson became an integral part of the night; the cheat sheet she needed. Iris asked, “Did he tell you to do this?”
“No, we hardly ever speak,” Mack declared, stroking his ginger blonde goatee.
“Okay, fine. Great Wizard, bestow your wisdom upon me and explain, how do I play his game?” Iris sassed, her sarcasm defiant.
“I’ll tell you the biggest secret of them all, after I seduce you,” Mack bragged, raising his eyebrows.
“You owe me the secret, Wizard,” Iris nagged slyly.
Despite the fire igniting between them, Iris didn’t forget his promise. Mack’s lips smirked as he leaned down, kissing her passionately. Iris momentarily thought about going for another round of his game.
“BDSM isn't a win or lose. It's a push, a pull, and a tug-of-war that is won mentally long before anyone comes. If you remember that, you will be on a more even playing field, but you have to play the game. And I assure you Sal's Dominant will come to play.”
Kailee Reese Samuels – JULIET – Playlist
1. This Woman’s Work – Kate Bush
2. Story of My Life – One Direction
3. The New Year – Death Cab for Cutie
4. Crazy – Tori Amos
5. Flawless – Beyonce
6. Klapp Klapp – Little Dragon
7. You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid – The Offspring
8. Closer – Nine Inch Nails
9. Pieces – Red
10. All Too Well – Taylor Swift
11. 4x4 – Miley Cyrus
12. Confident – Demi Lovato
13. Dance Me to the End of Love – Leonard Cohen
14. Fuck Em Only We Know – Banks
15. Shades of Grey – Delilah
16. Maschinerie – Pzychobitch
17. Last Hope – Paramore
18. Forever & Always – Taylor Swift
19. Misguided Ghosts – Paramore
20. Back to December – Taylor Swift
21. Figure 8 – Ellie Goulding
22. Future – Paramore
What the hell am I doing here?
Four months ago, Iris had a humble existence as a bookstore owner and wife. Iris deemed herself as exciting as cardboard. The more she cried beneath the steam of baptismal water, the more her boring paper exterior seemed to disintegrate down the drain. She had been so busy with her application and work. She went on her weekend interview as her life floored into the fast lane.
The thoughts of Sal came hard and fast as she did in her hand. She didn't understand why she clung to the man she knew she couldn't attain, but she did. He gave her hope, lighting her way into darkened future.
Iris opened the shower door and saw her image reflected back in the mirror, she knew her choices were to return to her paper thin existence or experience her rebirth. Wrapping the peach terrycloth robe around her, Iris headed towards Ella’s bedroom door.
Choosing the latter—emphatically, without question or doubt—Iris voted for the sliver of a chance to discover who she was.
With no guarantee, no certificate of marriage, no diploma, no making Ginger or her parents proud, no blue ribbon at the end, Iris took the chance at the possibility of learning who she was in the safety of these strangers. Handing her soul over to them with a devout trust and unshakable faith, Iris trusted that the world of Juliet would provide.
The bedroom door cracked open as Iris slipped inside. The giant glass windows dwarfed the chaise lounge where Ella sat reading. A pillar candle cast a twinkle as low instrumental music strummed. Iris cautiously approached and dropped the robe around her feet.
Pushing the black framed glasses up into her hair, Ella declared, “Do you have any idea how much I want to spank your ass red? But I won't until your application is approved.”
Iris shivered, “Do it, El. Please, spank me. I'm not asking as a candidate, but as a broken woman. Put me back together again, please Ma'am.”
Iris’ begging struck as untypical behavior, but with her evolution into uncharted territory, maybe begging embraced her true essence. She had no idea of her capabilities.
Setting her book down, Ella took a lengthy interest in staring. Iris thought her body to be forgettable, mundane, and grotesquely obese. She honestly had no clue, but Ella found her hair whispering the top of her ass cheeks alluringly seductive. Her curves only accentuated her femininity with her pretty face so round, pure, and innocent.
Before the older woman, Iris ignited, beautifully powerful and collapsible to Ella’s will. Being a submissive meant submitting to her desires, whatever those whims might hold, but Iris had no idea what those whims were.
The map spread before her directly—no way around, no short-cuts, no alternate path to her self-discipline—the only way relied on Ella, through the pain and past, holding sacred the only one who truly mattered.
As Ella facilitated her transport, her mentoring served like vehicle to surpass the distance between the cardboard girl and the growth spurt of her reemergence. With only one way to find out, Iris let go, trusting and jumping off the edge to fly.
Ella commanded, “Hands and knees, crawl to my bed. Make sure you keep your pretty face held high so I can watch your nipples harden, Girl.”
Embracing diversity. Coffee addict. Mango lover. Blueberry fetishist. Sweet peach tea crazy. Red wine devout. Whiskey deviant. Tattooed & pierced. Loves shoes. Collects rosaries. Fanatical organizer/cleaner/list-maker. Never sleeps. Hermit and recluse.
Storyteller.
KAILEE REESE SAMUELS has been spinning tales since she can remember. Her books are contemporary fiction with a no-holds-barred attitude. She adores listening to her character’s ramble and putting them into situations that push the boundaries.
Creativity is the way to change.
