BLURB:
What do you get when you mix a bachelorette
party, the queen of dating disasters, and a stripper so hot he was forged from
the fires of hell? Screwed. You get screwed....
Cocky. Commanding. Powerful. Relentless.
Those four words all summed up West Rykman
perfectly.
So did filthy, dirty, sexy, and addictive.
He was supposed to be my one night
stand...not my new marketing client.
He was definitely not supposed to be back
inside my pants, not that anybody told him that.
I knew one thing: What West Rykman wanted,
West Rykman got.
And he wanted me.
What happens in Vegas... might just make you
stay.
STRIPPED
BARE:
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REVIEW by Jeanine:
Emma Hart!!!!! I don't think I can say enough amazing things about this book. I LOVED it! West is my new book husband and I read A LOT of books...so that says a lot. The attraction and heat between West and Mia is ridiculously amazing! The sex scenes in this book are absolute perfection... PERFECTION! Yes, they could not be any better in my opinion. So well written. Amazing story about how these two met. AND, it's hilarious! Mia is freaking hysterical! She has the best personality and West... Jesus! This man has ruined all other book boyfriends for me. He's literally PERFECT.
Emma Hart, your amazing! I cannot freaking wait until August now for book 2! I am already in love with Beck and I have a feeling he's going to be a close second in my book husband category! Id give this more than five stars if I could! Amazing amazing amazing!!!!
EXCERPT
“You should have come and got me when that prick made you
uncomfortable.”
I turned to face him. “Are you seriously telling me off?”
We paused as the traffic stopped, and he cut his gaze to me. “I
couldn’t see you. I told you it wasn’t safe for you to go alone.”
I rolled my eyes. “He was only there for two minutes. I would
have stabbed him with my stiletto before he could do anything.”
“And I believe you, but it doesn’t change the fact that he made
you uncomfortable.”
We turned a corner.
“I don’t want anything to happen to you just because you’re
determined to do market research.”
“Nothing happened to me.”
“Mia, it doesn’t change the fact that it couldn’t. He only left
because I showed up. I watched the entire fucking thing.”
“And you only came in at the end? Gee, thanks, West. Knight in
fucking shining armor right there, aren’t you?” I ran my fingers through my
hair and looked away. The light curls were still in place, although they were
more of a lazy wave, and I stared at my reflection in the side mirror. “We
should probably not do this again.”
“On the contrary, I was having fun until the end. I don’t have
fun much.”
“Looking out for me was fun? Yeah, okay.”
“I told you,” he said, pulling up outside my apartment block,
which was really more of a converted three-story house. “I don’t want anything
to happen to you. I’d feel bad.”
“Well, thanks. I’m gonna look over these notes in the morning
and I’ll e-mail you. Okay?” I paused with my hand on the door and glanced back
at him.
He was out of the fucking car.
Why was he out of the fucking car?
“Why are you out of the car?”
He smirked. Damn that smirk. “I’m taking you up.”
“Like hell you are.” I slammed the door and walked around the
sleek Audi to stand right in front of him. I looked up at him and caught his
gaze. “I can make it in and out of an elevator.”
“I’m sure you can. But I’m still taking you up.”
“No. You’re not!”
“All right, then.” He grabbed my waist and lifted me.
A shriek escaped between my lips as he swung me upward and over
his shoulder. I scrambled to keep hold of my purse, but he ignored me as he
carried me inside and pushed the elevator button.
“West! Put me down right now!”
He ignored me again and tightened his grip around my thighs when
I tried to wriggle down. His strength was crazy. I was stuck there.
“Put me down! Now!”
He shook his head, this time acknowledging my words. But that
was it. A fucking head shake.
“This is hardly professional!” I yelled, my voice echoing off
walls of the metal box that was the elevator. I couldn’t believe he’d slung me
over his shoulder like some kind of caveman.
Yo, Wilma, Betty? Fred and Barney escaped. I found one of them.
“West Rykman, I swear to a god I don’t believe in that, if you
don’t put me down right this goddamn second, I’m going to tear your balls off
with my bare hands and shove them up your ass!”
The elevators doors opened, and he took the few steps toward my
door before finally, slowly, lowering me back down to the ground.
“Ugh!” As soon as my feet hit the floor, I stepped back and
glared at him. “How dare you manhandle me?”
He fixed his bright, Caribbean-blue eyes on mine and curved his
lips. “I told you I was taking you upstairs. I didn’t tell you I was walking
you up.”
“You’re an animal.”
“You weren’t coming up alone. I was raised a gentleman.”
That made me stop rummaging for my keys and raise my eyebrows in
disbelief. “You take off your clothes for a living, and the first time we met,
you flexed your cock against my face.”
He grabbed my waist for a second time tonight and spun me against my door. I dropped
my purse in my shock, but I couldn’t reach for it because he’d cupped my chin
and forced me to look at him.
“And the second time we met,” he said in a low voice, “you
flexed my cock against the back of your throat. What point are you trying to
make, angel?”
“That you’re no more a gentleman than I am a lady,” I shot back.
“Now, let me go so I can go inside and consider how we continue this
professional relationship.”
West searched my eyes for a long moment before dropping his
hand. He took half a step back, and I went to reach for my purse, but he
changed his mind.
He smoothly spun back to me, and no sooner had I met the flash
of his blue eyes than he had his mouth on mine. I let out a quiet moan when he
swept his tongue across the seam of my lips and wrapped one arm around my
waist. He pulled our bodies together, my shoulders pressing into the door, and
kissed me deeply.
My head swam. I couldn’t make head or tails of this, and
although it was wrong, so wrong, I couldn’t stop.
The kiss was hot—oh god, so hot—and my whole body felt like it
was on fire as I wound my fingers in the collar of his shirt and held him
closer to me. His fingers twitched against my back as one of his hands slid
down and cupped my ass. He squeezed, pulling my hips to his. His erection was
obvious, pushing into me, and I whimpered into his mouth.
God, I wanted him.
He pulled away from me as abruptly as he’d kissed me, but he
didn’t move. His mouth eased its way across my jaw to my ear, and his hot
breath skittered across my skin when he paused there.
“I might call you angel, but I have a feeling you’re going to be
my own personal sin, Mia O’Halloran.”
He kissed the tender spot just beneath my ear, making me shiver,
and released me. I struggled to control my breathing as I watched him walk away
toward the stairwell. He paused at the top, and I sank my teeth into my bottom
lip.
He turned.
Dropped his gaze to my mouth.
Met my eyes.
Disappeared.
I sank back against my door. I could still feel his touch. His
taste lingered on my lips, and although it wasn’t anything incredibly specific,
he was there, teasing me without being near me. I brushed hair from my face,
picked my purse up, and dug for my key. I found it and let myself into the dark
apartment.
I locked the door behind me and walked to my bed. I’d barely
undressed and retrieved my phone with its alarm before I buried myself beneath
the sheets.
Shit.
Author Bio:
By day, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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