Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Release Blitz + ARC Review: STRIPPED DOWN by Emma Hart


What do you get when you mix a bottle of tequila, a single mom moonlighting as a stripper, and her sinfully sexy boss with an impulsive side?
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Married. You get married.

Rich. Demanding. Hot. Crazy.

That was Beckett Cruz in a nutshell.

Not to mention wild, determined, dangerous, and forbidden.

He was my bossand, after a drunken moment of insanity, my new husband.

An annulment was impossible... so was keeping him.

I was taking my daughter and leaving, determined to give her a quieter life.

But Beckett Cruz had never taken no for an answer.

And he wasn't about to take mine.

What happens in Vegas... might just keep you there. 


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My Review

★ ★ ★ ★ 

Looking for a romance that is sexy, funny, and that will melt your panties right off? Stripped Down is your book.

Nothing like a new Emma Hart book. She manages to create a story that blows the previous one out of the park every time. Her writing style is unique. She manages to write something that is equally hilarious, hot as hell, but as that romance we all love.

If you thought West was wickedly hot, he has nothing on Becket.  His dirty talk alone had me melting into a fucking gooie little puddle.


“Tell me your pussy isn’t mine when I’m deep inside you like this. Tell me it isn’t mine when I’m fucking you so hard you’re speechless. Tell me it isn’t fucking mine when it’s clamped around my cock so tightly it never wants to let me go.” He tugged my hair. Tight. His mouth brushed my ear. “Tell me your greedy little pussy isn’t mine when it’s begging me for more and you’re screaming my name so fucking loud Los Angeles can hear you, filthy girl.


... ... ... um... Yep, it would have been over for me.

I loved Cassie to the core. She was strong, badass, sweet, sexy... she was that chick. She did what she had to do for her child, and to help her parents. Not to mention her firery personality. I was her cheerleader to the finish.

Emma Hart has written another sexy gripping book, and at this rate, I am not sure what to expect next. Go grab your copy now



Beck? I managed to get his name out just before he opened the front door. Yeah? He spun back to face me, his dark eyes unreadable. I turned my face to the side so I could see him fully. You don't have to go, I said softly. You can stay. Only if you want to though. He rubbed his hand down his face, his eyes never leaving mine, then walked back into the kitchen toward me. I stood up away from the fridge as he stopped right next to me. Slowly, he touched his hand to my face, his fingertips teasing my hairline. His dark gaze searched mine, and my heart jumped into my throat as the usual tingles his touch sparked danced down my neck. Then, he slid his hand into my hair, allowing the blonde strands to fall away from his fingertips. Do I want to go home to my big-ass house with its cold emptiness? he asked in a low voice. Or go to the club where half the girls there still see me as a mountain to be conquered? Not particularly, Blondie. I'd rather stay here. Even if there will be a demand for movies and water and foot rubs from a tiny, sick person. You can. My voice was quiet, like his. Even if my internal screams from self-preservation and vulnerability were deafeningly loud as they told me I was a fool, that he had
to go, that this would never be enough for him. Do you want me to? His question was... honest. Raw. Hesitant. Like he didn't want me to answer. Do I want you to stay here in my tiny house so my daughter can fall more in love with you than she already is? Not really. But... Don't be a fool, Cassie. Don't admit you want him to stay. He's just going to hurt you. I don't exactly want you to go either. For her, or for you? I don't want to answer that question. If I kissed you right now, would you ram your knee into my cock? I'd briefly consider it, but I probably wouldn't do it. His lips twitched to the side. You just answered the question. Then, of course, he cupped the back of my head, and he kissed me. It was slow, sweet, gentle. And I didn't consider kneeing him in the balls for a single second. Beck pulled back and trailed his hand down my arm before he finally let me go. I'm going home to get changed and then come back. Do you need anything while I'm gone? For CiCi? You? I don't... I sighed and chewed back my pride. I meant to go to the store today after work to get some stuff like bread, milk... important stuff. But now I can't. I can get it. Just tell me what you need. I bit the inside of my lip, then nodded. Okay. Let me write it down. I walked through into the front room with him hot on my heels and grabbed the notebook and pen from under the coffee table. A few things were already scrawled down, so I added a couple more things, including more medicine. I tore the sheet off the notebook, stood, then gave it to Beck. Let me get my wallet. He grabbed my wrist, stopping me. I'm not taking your money. I lifted my gaze to his. You can't pay for my groceries. I can and I will. You can't and you won't. I can and I will. You can't and you won't. I can do this all day, baby. I'm stubborn as fuck. His eyes told me he wasn't lying. And we all know I'm a brat about the word no. So, I can, I will, and I'm going to. If I can't help you by buying a measly eight items, I'm an asshole who shouldn't be allowed around other people. You can't buy my groceries, I repeated. It was a lame argument. I was going to lose, but I'd fight until I went down. Beck's eyes twinkled as he leaned in. Don't worry. If you really want to pay me back, I'll take a blow job. I imagine your lips around my cock will be a pretty good thank you. My jaw dropped as he backed off with a wink. Mouth open already, Cassie? Enthusiasm. I like that. I snapped my jaw shut and glared at him. You're a dirty pig. I know. But I've got fifty bucks that says you'll be sucking my dick by bedtime. If you don't agree... He shrugged one shoulder, his lips curved in that dangerous smirk. If you're lucky, I'll bite it. I'll take that as I'm in for a good time. One more wink, complete with expanding grin, and he was gone.

 Motherfucking asshole.

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w 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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