Review + Excerpt: STRIPPED DOWN by Emma Hart @EmmaHartAuthor

Review + Excerpt: STRIPPED DOWN by Emma Hart @EmmaHartAuthor

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Review + Excerpt: STRIPPED DOWN by Emma Hart @EmmaHartAuthorStripped Down by Emma Hart
Series: Stripped #2
Published by: Self Published
on August 30, 2016
Genres: Erotic Romance
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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?
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 boss—and, 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.

my thoughts

One of my FAVORITE erotic romances of the year, and Emma Hart’s best work yet!

I’ve only recently discovered this author and I’m so grateful that I did. Her writing is exactly what I look for in a romance. Her heroes are TO DIE for and her heroines are kick-ass and genuine. Her love matches are spot on and she always gives us sexual chemistry that rivals other romance reads.

I absolutely LOVED Book One in the Stripped Series, STRIPPED BARE. But STRIPPED DOWN had this emotional impact on me that I didn’t see coming. There was such a realness to Cassie’s story that just hit home for me and I know it will touch the hearts of others as well. A single mom doing what she has to do to make sure her daughter never wants for anything. Stripping at The Landing Strip is a means to an end. Cassie is on the fast-track to save enough money and get the hell out of dodge. She wishes that she had better offers, but getting pregnant at a very young age has left her with very few career options. So she does the best that she can. On top of dealing with stranger pawing at her every night, her father’s health is declining which puts even more stress on her. Everything is getting to her, and others are noticing. That includes her boss, Beckett Cruz. When Beckett calls Cassie into his office and demands to know what’s wrong…shots are had, stubbornness ensues, and even MORE shots are had. Everything else is a blur until they wake up with rings on their fingers and a sketchy memory of how they became husband and wife.

“Open your legs.”

I bit the inside of my cheek.

His gaze snapped upward. “Cassie. Open. Your. Fucking. Legs.”

OMG! Did you just get chills? I did, and I’ve already read this part a dozen times! The heat is on to get an annulment, but with Cassie and Beckett, life isn’t that easy. After spending time together, and remembering what they do to each other, they start to grow closer. Cassie fights it with everything she has, but Beck is just too hard to stay away from, especially when he’s already won the heart of the most important person in her life.

“I do want you. And you want me. You’re just better at fighting it than I am.”

Deathly afraid of losing another person in her life, she tries to keep her distance from the alluring Beckett Cruz, but fate has other plans. When it’s time to sign on the dotted line, will Cassie find the courage to go through with it? Or has Beckett Cruz buried himself so far inside her heart, that she will have no choice but to surrender?

Emma Hart writes Erotic Romance like a fucking BOSS! Passion, kink, emotion, and sexual chemistry for DAYS…STRIPPED DOWN was an all around FANTASTIC read and one that I recommend for all the romance junkies out there. And believe me when I say, you will COMPLETELY lose your heart to the sexy Beckett Cruz.

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quote“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.



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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About Emma Hart

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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