She by Kailee Reese Samuels

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Here's the thing with Kailee Reese Samuels - there's only one person that can do her, and that's the author herself. The reason why i say this is because her writing style is like nothing i've ever read before. It's lyrical and almost poetic, so i'm guessing that somewhere along the line and her development, she decided to move on from poems and into writing full length novels. And you know what? It really works.

Writing this review a few days after the release (three in actuality), i had the chance to see where her standings are for this book, and quite frankly, there's a reason why She is a bestseller and has that orange banner beside the title of the book. It's nothing like her Juliet series (or the characters derived from it), nor the Son of Saint series, or even her story A & E that tackled mental health. She was, well. It was heartbreaking. And it was also heartfelt. Also, it was incredibly difficult to get through this, not because of the content, nor because of the way it was delivered. Simply because it hits way too close to comfort for me.

I understood Joe's 'obsession' when it comes to Natalie - how one look, not even a full conversation, can profoundly change your destiny to the point where you derive from what you personally had planned for your future. How one person can either break or make you with a single word or decision. And i also understood Natalie - how the relationship with your parents can determine the type of person that you become in the future. This woman has gone through hell and back, and still she fights. Still she wants the best for her, for her family and especially for the ones that she loves.

This isn't the kind of book that you can plow through - it's about forgiving. It's about making your own destiny away from the ideals of your family. But most of all, it's about fighting for what you need to make yourself better.

Words are strong enough to describe why books like this are so important. Sometimes words just don't impact enough, but stories do, and She is it. It's the book you need to read at least once in your life to realize that you don't need any one else's blessing to do something that is just perfect for you. It's the book that will make you realize that life is about taking risks, of changing course from the path that had been set out for you from the beginning, but most of all, it's about falling so low that all you can do is go up.

Needless to say that this book should be recommended. Not everyone will fall down in awe with the writing style because it's so different from all the other authors, but it's absolutely worth it. In the end, you have to ask yourself one simple question: do you want a book that will impact you and make you think about yourself and your future while taking you on an unexpected journey?

If you said yes, then She should be on that journey.

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It started off innocuous enough. 

A simple nod here.

A cup of coffee.

And slipping off the ring.

A walk in the rain.

A hotel check in.

And a disappearance.

Don’t think about what is at home.

Don’t think about what this means.

She won’t feel a thing.

… Until she feels everything.

Kailee Reese Samuels writes dark, dirty lit. Her words may cause increased heart rate, hand sweating, and other issues. You are strongly advised to enter at your own risk. Not for the faint of heart. May cause triggers in some. Others may choose to ride again and again. You have been warned.

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It started off innocuous enough. 

A simple nod here.

A cup of coffee.

And slipping off the ring.

A walk in the rain.

A hotel check in.

And a disappearance.

Don’t think about what is at home.

Don’t think about what this means.

She won’t feel a thing.

… Until she feels everything.

Kailee Reese Samuels writes dark, dirty lit. Her words may cause increased heart rate, hand sweating, and other issues. You are strongly advised to enter at your own risk. Not for the faint of heart. May cause triggers in some. Others may choose to ride again and again. You have been warned.

At midnight, I step into the apartment. I grab a beer and notice her phone sitting on top of the egg carton. I shake my head.

She’s so fucking cute. 

She stashed her phone in the fridge so that she would behave.

I punch her code into the phone and scan the messages. There are none from Jacob Tramell, but sure enough in her contacts—he waits. I pull out my phone and add him to mine for safekeeping. Never know.

I want to know more, but I cannot rewind the past. I cannot undo what Natalie has done. I can only move forward.

Sipping my beer, I scout over her body tangled in the mess of lavender sheets. Her merlot hair splays over creamy naked skin as I ponder our catastrophe. I set the empty bottle in the trash and chuck my jacket and clothes as I make my way to our bedroom. Sliding on top of her, I hover over the grace she brings to my life as I kiss her shoulder.

“I fucking love you, Natalie.”

Her body arches up to greet mine with a swooping tilt of her ass and spreading of her thighs. With one smooth thrust, I bask in her lush warmth. Her wetness sheaths over my cock with a personal invitation to fuck her hard.

She is my home.

Her teeth clamp over her lip as her eyes close. “I am so…”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hiss, biting her neck and pinning her hands down. “You don’t get to say those words.”

With all of our lovemaking, I have cloistered my savage she witnessed at our wedding until now. I gave up caring about ten minutes ago when I decided to take what is mine and claim it as a possession. I am marking my territory.

“Your mind is mine,” I growl low, lingering with a languid roll. The ebb and flow of our bodies say enough about her own needs as Natalie moves with the wave.

The pulse of us captures my attention as I get lost in the rhythm and the daydream-like quality our essence expands. We are making love and fucking, merging our souls as one divine and holy being. “Your heart is mine.”

“Joey…”

“Hush,” I whisper as I put both of her hands under one of mine and grip her hip. “You aren’t getting away, girl.”

I speed up – faster and harder – driving my dick into her well as we search – for the answers – for the next path out of this quicksand in which we sink. Before us, the parchment enlarges, widening as her savory lips dip and milk against me. 

There has got to be a way out of this. 

There has got to be a way.

Her voice resonates and echoes through my soul as she demands to know if I have her—protected and safe. “Good enough for now?” 

“Yes,” I slur in the midst of fucking my very horny wife.

Upon my acknowledgment, she slicks over me with a deluge of greedy, insatiable want. My hard muscles pound into her softness, unforgiving and guarding what is mine. What I claim. The sweat builds on my skin adding to her glistening flesh. We are sliding. And thrusting. And fucking. 

She She/He – A Duet © 2018 Kailee Reese Samuels

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