“I strongly admire the fact that Samuels brought mental illness to the forefront and turned it into a heartbreakingly beautiful and encouraging novel.” – Reader Review
“I am an emotional mess. This book ensnared me from the beginning and enthralled me to the end. The way this writer wrote this story just blows me away.” – Reader Review
What can I say about Kailee Samuels that hasn’t already been said? Her writing is just beyond anything you can read by most other authors. She brings out such emotions when you read her stories that sometimes it is hard to read her books. You almost have to physic yourself up to read her books. You know you’re going to cry, get upset, get horny, laugh, and at the end have your happy ending (you hope with every character).
This story takes on some issues that might be hard for some to read. I thought Kailee did an excellent job of combatting depression and such in this book. I loved this story and would reread it again.
I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review.
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.
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.
Genre: Romantic Suspense/Dark Romance
Release Date: January 25, 2018
She’s mine, I’m coming…
Bebe Hall is a heartbreaker. She’s the it girl of the moment, a partygirl nobody can stop in her path of self destruction. Bebe Hall isn’t the star of her own story.
She’s the star of mine.
My name is Miles O’Reilly. I’m a photographer. An agoraphobic. A millionaire. A womanizer. I’m confined to my apartment. I don’t leave. Ever.
But when she sees me with my latest online conquest in the window of my apartment, my attention shifts to Bebe.
And once I see something I want, I don’t give up until it’s mine.
Forever.Peep Show is a 90,000 word novel with themes of voyeurism and dark scenes
that may be upsetting to readers. If you are brave enough, come meet Miles.
He’s been waiting for you.
on too-high heels and too much vodka.
around my head, and my brown eyes glowed with excitement. At least my makeup was still in place, the perfect smoky cat-eye enhancing my looks, making me appear demure yet sexy. I’d perfected the art of it, making sure I always had
someone eager to buy me a drink.I sank down on my bed and pulled off the murderous black heels that had been
torturing me all night. But it was okay – I’d learned to handle the pain, and when I was dancing, it never mattered anyway.
back.I pushed myself off the bed shakily, and walked over to my window to let some fresh air in. There was nothing quite like a nice fall breeze to clear my head, and God, I needed some fucking clarity. I opened the blinds and looked outside, the street below me illuminated with streetlights. It was gone four a.m., and most of the lights in the apartment building next door were off. I lived in a nice neighborhood of townhouses, about three apartments per floor and three floors total. It was a nice place to live, and, of course, I wouldn’t have been able to afford it if it hadn’t been for my parents’ stack of cash in my bank account. Being a trust-fund baby definitely had its benefits.
the window, fucking her savagely, mashing her tits against the window, her mouth opened in an endless gasp as he took her from behind.My mouth gaped in surprise, and I moved a little to the side, hiding in the darkness and watching the show they were putting on with a smirk on my face. The woman had small but perky tits. Her skin was dark, almost ebony, a sharp
contrast to the pale man standing behind her, towering over her. She was tiny and curvy, and he was fucking enormous.
against his light skin.
silent scream. He fucked like a beast, and he looked like a monster. I fell in love with him right then and there.
have to do. Suddenly, I felt awake and sober, staring into the cold night outside and wishing I could swap places with the wild-haired beauty. I wanted him inside me.
shook as I dropped my phone and reached under the hem of my dress.The silver sequins felt cold and exciting on my fingertips, and I touched them gently before spreading my own trembling legs apart, slowly outlining the wet,
dripping shape of my pussy lips between my thighs.
them do this only on the other side of the street. And it was horny as hell.My fingers worked their magic between my legs, slowly teasing my cunt open and
finding my clit. I’d let someone kiss me at the club that night, but I didn’t bring anyone back with me, which was strange for me. I liked having someone to go home with. It made me feel wanted.
feeling of his features under my fingertips, and the push of his bulge against my tummy. But I didn’t let myself have it. I really didn’t do nice guys, because I wasn’t a very nice girl.
looked like she was out of breath, her chest heaving and her mouth open so wide.
girl was crying her eyes out, all the while coming all over his dick.Fuck!
closed and her breathing ragged, but his own gaze was firmly fixed on me.I panicked. Surely he couldn’t see me – my room was barely illuminated. But I saw them both so fucking well. He grinned at me. Two rows of perfectly straight, impossibly white teeth glaring in the darkness of the night. He ran his free hand through his dark, slicked back hair, and carelessly scratched at the stubble growing on his chin.
Then, he reached in front and pinched the girl’s nipple so hard she threw her head back in a scream I couldn’t hear.
eyes fly open in panic, glance across the street, and she saw me.I stared at her. I stared at them both, unable to move, my pussy juices dribbling down my thighs.
thing. When she shook her head, his hand wrapped tighter around her throat.And she looked at me sheepishly, and waved, just like he had. I’d never wanted to be someone else until that moment, when I wished with
absolute desperation that I was the beautiful petite girl next door getting her pussy slammed by a stranger.
holding her up as he spurted inside her. My fingers fell away from my body, my poor cunt spasming by itself, leaking down my thighs, ruining the sequins of my
dress and covering them in my own pussy juice.
her release out, her whole body shaking with pent-up orgasms.
dick faster, and it made me fucking ecstatic. He liked what he saw. And how couldn’t he? I was always sure to be groomed to 5 feet and 10 inches of polished, manicured and slutty perfection.I followed his fingers writing in the window and lifted my dress up, showing him my ruined panties. His eyebrows shot up and he smirked at me, licking his fingers and palming his shaft with fast, needy motions.
💗My god, I love Miles!💗
This book takes your breath away. I mean really. I felt for all of these characters the way you would for anyone. I absolutely loved this story. Even though all the pain they put each other through, and da!n did Miles mess up a lot, I was still rooting for him.
Bebe is a tragically beautifully written character that is put through so much that I was really waiting for her to break. Some were at her own hands, but when it came to what Miles put her through I really thought this was it. But she is a tough bi$ch. Loved that.
This book deals with so much addiction, drug overdose, phobia’s, love, sex, complicated love, self-loathe, and emotions that you don’t usually deal with. But man it is so worth it to read.
This is a must read story. I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review.💖💖
Two Super-hot billionaires for one sassy girl
I’m Sara, a good girl from Wales
Smart, feisty, and a virgin
PA for Blake and Declan
Self-made British billionaires
Joined at the hip but like night and day
One dirty and kinky… a playboy
The other deep, dark and brooding
Both Mr. Wrongs when I’m looking for my Mr. Right
They make me want things I’ve never wanted before
They make me want THEM
And when I discover their deepest secret,
I can’t help thinking…
Maybe two Mr. Wrongs CAN make a right?
“I drop to my knees and place the Nutella on the floor. Concentrating hard, I unzip his fly and curl my fist around the thick base of his cock. I unbutton his pants and pull them down.
He steps out of his boxers and takes off his dress shirt. Fuck, he’s hot. His stomach is tight, his abs clenched. And his cock, his cock! is at full-mast. Veined, thick, and so fucking beautiful.
I pick up the jar and warm it in my hands again until the contents are runny. Then I slip my fingers into it, coating them in the chocolate-hazelnut spread before working them up and down his length. I cup and massage his balls with my other hand.
“Fuck,” he groans, his knees bending.
I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste him. I stick out my tongue and lick up and down. “Mmm…”
‘Keep going,’ he pants.
Man, I love S.C. books just because of how different she goes with them. Yes, they are MMF books, but she brings such a great story into it that you have to read her books in one sitting.
This story started out with Blake and Sara starting a relationship. But knowing at some point we would get out the threesome. I was hoping as always with her stories that we would get some MMF, but this one was deeper. Childhood love between Blake and Declan made the story deeper.
Loved this story. A must add to your collection. If you haven’t figured it out, this book contains MF, MMF, MM relationships, and an HEA. No cheating.
I voluntarily read an advance reader copy for my honest review.