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.
5.0 "SWEET BECKETT AND BLONDIE" STARS!!!
Holysmudgepopsicles!!!! Stripped Down by Emma Hart IS FLAT OUT OVARY EXPLOSION TO THE ZENITH IN ALL CAPS.AND ITALIC.BOLD.UNDERLINED. ON A BILLBOARD ON THE STRIP.
(Oh, I might have used Emma's line up there ;) ...and forgive me with all the shouting..I just can't help it.)
Okay now, I just really do not know where to begin with my review. It really happened every time I finished reading Emma Hart's books. That feeling when you're so damn happy, you finished the book without even realizing it until you keep on turning the pages and then "seriously?I'm done?" but hell you enjoyed every moment of it but you cannot write anything to justify what you feel??? Yeah right! That's just how I feel right now. Hours have passed since I was done reading the book but my mind was blank and I am still dreamy with Beck... That damn hot piece of a man.. Oh, Rumor had it his nickname was God and could integrate the cobwebs on your entire vagina. ;)
I CALL DIBS!
Seriously though, Emma Hart could definitely write. I know it's not a surprise but every damn time I am left with awe after reading her works. Stripped Down is no different. You will be held captive with every words,intoxicating you in a good way and engaging you in every possible way. She's a great story teller and her words and lines held too much power. It was a fun and enjoyable read delivered on point leaving you a positive vibe and a great feeling. Her characters are just easy to love, one you can root for. Beckett is alpha male perfection, he was a live wire. Dangerous. Forbidden but above all HE IS SO MUCH MORE. Cassie on the other hand, is a strong woman that will do everything for her family especially her daughter. I get her hesitations and what she went through may haven't been expounded, but she definitely deserved someone like Beckett. She definitely deserved to be loved unconditionally. And it''s true, with her past, it's so hard to just trust someone your heart especially when it's not just only your's that is at stake but damn, this woman deserve all that happened to her with Beckett. And YES, I AM SO IN LOVE with these two. And their banters? It's just so hilarious I cannot help myself from laughing out loud. No only that because I was drown into a swoony pool of events that just made my heart burst with happiness and exploded my ovaries.
“No. You’re mine, Cassie Cruz. That isn’t changing. There isn’t a single part of your fear we can’t work through to make this work. Do you get that? You’re mine, no matter how unconventionally. You’re mine, and so is that little girl out there drowning my yard with pool water.”
And did I mention he is not just adorable-hot-as-fuck of a man but a dirty talker too?
“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, baby? Enthusiasm. I like that.”
And don't get me started with that COVER! Because man, it was just so damn HOT buckets of ice is not enough and I might have thought about selling my arm just to check what's behind that cloth and what do you think awaits you when you read the whole story?
Well, that pretty sure is for you to find out. I will not spoil you anymore of
it aside from what was written in the blurb. That drunken mistake.The accidental marriage that turned out to be something else. The fun journey. The hesitations. Everything.
What I can tell you though is that,
Stripped Down + Emma Hart = FANTASTIC
After reading the book you will be left grinning from ear to ear and a warm heart.
“It doesn’t matter how you came together. What matters is how you stay together.”
“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.
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.