Title: Kinky Sex Magic
Author: Kailee Reese Samuels
Genre: Erotica, Romance
Release Date: February 14, 2017
Summary:Sex is sex. Love is love.
When Sal Raniero is contracted to find incriminating information on his former Mistress, the only payment he requests is the whereabouts of his best friend Iris Kettles. The friendship by day twists and turns into a turbulent love, but at night she craves his seduction.
Like a rogue eclipsed in the shadows, he stands guard, ready to attack. He’s following Iris, watching her eat and sleep, flirt and f@#k. Protecting and stalking, Sal keeps his submissive safe.
Fearing never deserving or earning his love and respect, Iris accepts her fate. She cannot let go with Sal. So she runs, unable to stop and face the truth in Sal’s eyes. His love unequal, he will always be there, chasing her down with relentless devotion. Pushing further away, Iris enters a dangerous game, confronting the men who want to hurt her body and hating herself for knowing the Master she truly needs to completely surrender.
KINKY SEX MAGIC is an author’s cut of select scenes from the novel Juliet. Kinky Sex Magic is new material unavailable in Juliet.
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.
The moment they walked into the club behind Banks Art & Co., Iris feared she had gotten in over her head. Her senses ignited with the sights and sounds. In the waiting area, a gruff man who seemed to know Sal checked them in.
“She yours?” The man assessed Iris.
Sal glanced at Iris propping on her crutches and gripping his hand. “Tonight she is.”
Safeword?"
“Dandelion, Sir,” Iris smirked.
“They have comp tonight so be warned. I put you in the Downbelow, south room. You doing alright, Raniero?” the man asked almost compassionate.
“I’m getting there. Break-ups are hard,” Sal took Iris' tag, wrapping it around her wrist. His face close to Iris, she watched him attach the tag. Surprising Iris, he blinked up and revealed, “But things are improving.”
“She's a beaut.” The bald man touched his beard. “Keep an eye on her.”
Iris blushed, unsure of how to take his compliment, feeling a bit like an animal or piece of property.
Sal smirked, “I won't be taking my eyes off of her.”
The black double doors opened up to a world different from Juliet or Lakeside. With a heavy beat thumping, the lights spiraled about the room.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” The word came out, but it wasn’t without fear. She wanted to bite her lip, her finger, her arm—anything to forget that she was not the Iris Kettles she knew. The upgraded, transformed, and hard fought for girl who went through hell left her unsettled.
Sal took her crutches and handed them to the man. “You ready?”
Iris smiled, nodding once. Tossing her over his shoulder, Sal carried her into the fray of the crowd. Running into people he knew, Sal never stopped for long. But it wouldn't have mattered if he had.
Iris fixated on the stage as the slaves presented one after another with beautiful, fluid movements. After being mesmerized by the slaves, when she finally looked around, the amount of people in the club shocked her.
Stopping to chat with a group of about five or six friends, Sal greeted them cordially and warm. A girl with long, dark blue hair came up from behind and shoved a pair of cat ears on Iris' head.
“She's a doll, Raniero!” The girl chimed, walking off all giggles and smiles. Iris caught a glimpse of his smirk and noticed the slightest hint of blush.
He knew that girl well.
Behind the jukebox-shaped bar, four stories of glass encased dungeons packed with people loitering outside on each of the balconies. Sal walked into a secluded alcove of elevators.
“Hey, Darrell!”
“Good Evening, Mr. Raniero! Where you headed?”
“South,” Sal winked.
“Great choice. And who is this?”
“This is Iris.” The elevator opened and before the door shut Sal muttered, “Bring me a bottle of pink, and no interruptions from anyone, please.”
“Yes, Sir. What about Penny? She was looking for you earlier.”
“No, no one,” Sal shook the man’s hand in some sort of bro-gesture Iris didn’t comprehend. She bit her lip and waved with two fingers.
Riding in the elevator, Iris tried to ignore how absolutely gorgeous the man holding her was. Drowning in his scent, she would happily just ride up and down in the elevator all night. “Sal?”
“Ya, Angel?”
“Don't rush me.”
“I would never. I promise we are going to have fun.” And much to her surprise, his hand swatted her ass once. “Trust me. Let go. I’ve got you.”
“She yours?” The man assessed Iris.
Sal glanced at Iris propping on her crutches and gripping his hand. “Tonight she is.”
Safeword?"
“Dandelion, Sir,” Iris smirked.
“They have comp tonight so be warned. I put you in the Downbelow, south room. You doing alright, Raniero?” the man asked almost compassionate.“I’m getting there. Break-ups are hard,” Sal took Iris' tag, wrapping it around her wrist. His face close to Iris, she watched him attach the tag. Surprising Iris, he blinked up and revealed, “But things are improving.”
“She's a beaut.” The bald man touched his beard. “Keep an eye on her.”
Iris blushed, unsure of how to take his compliment, feeling a bit like an animal or piece of property.
Sal smirked, “I won't be taking my eyes off of her.”
The black double doors opened up to a world different from Juliet or Lakeside. With a heavy beat thumping, the lights spiraled about the room.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” The word came out, but it wasn’t without fear. She wanted to bite her lip, her finger, her arm—anything to forget that she was not the Iris Kettles she knew. The upgraded, transformed, and hard fought for girl who went through hell left her unsettled.
Sal took her crutches and handed them to the man. “You ready?”Iris smiled, nodding once. Tossing her over his shoulder, Sal carried her into the fray of the crowd. Running into people he knew, Sal never stopped for long. But it wouldn't have mattered if he had.
Iris fixated on the stage as the slaves presented one after another with beautiful, fluid movements. After being mesmerized by the slaves, when she finally looked around, the amount of people in the club shocked her.
Stopping to chat with a group of about five or six friends, Sal greeted them cordially and warm. A girl with long, dark blue hair came up from behind and shoved a pair of cat ears on Iris' head.
“She's a doll, Raniero!” The girl chimed, walking off all giggles and smiles. Iris caught a glimpse of his smirk and noticed the slightest hint of blush.
He knew that girl well.
Behind the jukebox-shaped bar, four stories of glass encased dungeons packed with people loitering outside on each of the balconies. Sal walked into a secluded alcove of elevators.
“Hey, Darrell!”
“Good Evening, Mr. Raniero! Where you headed?”“South,” Sal winked.
“Great choice. And who is this?”
“This is Iris.” The elevator opened and before the door shut Sal muttered, “Bring me a bottle of pink, and no interruptions from anyone, please.”
“Yes, Sir. What about Penny? She was looking for you earlier.”
“No, no one,” Sal shook the man’s hand in some sort of bro-gesture Iris didn’t comprehend. She bit her lip and waved with two fingers.
Riding in the elevator, Iris tried to ignore how absolutely gorgeous the man holding her was. Drowning in his scent, she would happily just ride up and down in the elevator all night. “Sal?”
“Ya, Angel?”
“Don't rush me.”
“I would never. I promise we are going to have fun.” And much to her surprise, his hand swatted her ass once. “Trust me. Let go. I’ve got you.”
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 characters ramble and putting them into situations that push the boundaries.
Creativity is the way to change.
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