Blog Tour: Review & Excerpt: Stripped Bare by Emma Hart

 BAHAHAHAHA I AM SOO HAPPY AND IN LOVE WITHIS BOOK!! IT LITERALLY IS ONE OF MY TOP FAVORITES OF THIS YEAR ❤ 

Check out my review, courtesy of the lovely Insklinger PR ❤

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.

THIS IS THE BEST BOOK EVER!! It has the PERFECT balance of humor, angst and romance – not to mention how AH-MAZING the characters are!! This is a romantic comedy that YOU definitely NEED on your TBR!

Disclaimer: THIS IS 18+ only PARTY!! NO NO TO KIDDOS!!

“I have no idea how I’ve tolerated you for this long.” Allie sighed and put her glass down. “Because she’s the crazy to your straitjacket?” Jaz suggested, pulling three pairs of heels out of her suitcase.

“The one-click to your Amazon?” Lucie added cheerfully.

“The smut book to your Kindle?”

“The bra to your boobs?”

When one of the first interactions between the heroine and her best friends is one like the one you read above, YOU JUST FREAKING KNOW – that there will be some SERIOUS FREAKING ADORATION for the characters in this book – no matter how it actually ends up to be.

When Mia ends up at a strip club for her best friend’s bachellerotte party – the last thing she expected was to leave with the stripper who ended up giving her the HOTTEST FREAKING DANCE of HER LIFE.

But that’s exactly what she did.

And BOY, DID SHE HAVE FUN!!! 😉

“We have to work together, and I’m not interested in your innuendos.”

“Promises.”

“What?”

 “They’re not innuendos. They’re promises.”

“Again!” I stopped and put my hands on my hips. “This isn’t professional, West.”

 He stopped too and turned back to me. “West. That’s the first time you’ve called me anything but Mr. Rykman since you got here.”

“I got here yesterday and saw you for the first time not twelve hours ago!”

“And look how frustrated you are.”

Did she even think that she would face the man *stripper* who gave her the hottest night of her life? Of course not! Why should she? Why would she even have business with a man who takes his clothes off for a living?

Yes, because fate does seem to follow all logic! *tehehe*

When Mia realizes that the next big assignment that she has is for the exact same strip club, where *HE* works, she knows that she is in deep trouble.

But more than that, from the first encounter she has with West, she KNOWS that keeping her hands to herself will JUST NOT be possible.

Why?

‘Cause he is as hot as she remembered, but he is also intelligent, funny and keeps her on her toes. AND DID I MENTION THE CHEMISTRY IS OFF THE CHARTS?? 😛

“Don’t tell me you didn’t go to sleep thinking about me and what I could do to you, because you know damn well what I can do.”

 “Then I won’t tell you that.” I swallowed. “But that doesn’t change the fact that we’ve veered onto inappropriate territory once again.”

 “Mia, when you’re in the room, I never leave inappropriate territory. I’m constantly thinking about all the different ways I can make you come all over my c*ck again.”

And their interactions – are so hilariously adorable – that for the FIRST TIME, I didn’t even mind that I didn’t get  West’s POV , until the VERY END!

This romance was SO SATISFACTORY – like soul deep, seeping warmth kind of satisfying. The level of content reached is pure bliss – And I am not even exaggerating! Really.

Both, West and Mia as characters are quite well developed – they both have their quirks, their insecurities and best of all their demons to deal with.

Why is that good? 

Because, when the author made West and Mia have problems beyond the physical aspect, she made these characters three- dimensional – which made them more realistic than fictional – which in turn made them all the more relate-able and likable! 

That, with the way perfection that was the plot and it’s execution – made this book an absolute DELIGHT to read.

“You sound like a sixteen-year-old trying to impress the head cheerleader so she’ll suck his dick.”

“I’m a twenty-nine-year-old trying to piss off this hot marketing guru I know so she’ll suck my dick.”

“I’m not going to suck your dick, West. Our relationship is platonic now.”

 “Of course it is, but I can still try.”

I glared at him. “You’re getting on my nerves.”

“Good. The fact that I can’t bend you over that table and f*ck you is getting on my nerves.”

If there is one book, that you need to read to take your mind of reality – then PICK THIS ONE UP! You’ll not only end up feeling rejuvenated – you will also keep referring to West and asking your man, why he can’t strip for you like he did for Mia. [TRUE STROY! ;)]

First Emma Hart book for me, but definitely NOT THE LAST. She has a stalker in me, for life. 😀

⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐

 

“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.

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.