Friday, 11 October 2013

Stripped Blog Tour - Excerpt & Giveaway

Title: Stripped
Author: Brenda Rothert
Pages: 262
Release Date: 05/27/13
Genres: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Abby Gillis is used to being called a promiscuous, uneducated whore. It’s all in a day’s work when you’re a stripper. Since her job allows her to support her siblings, 24-year-old Abby takes it all off in stride. She’s never had trouble keeping men at arm’s length – until she meets ER physician Chris Reneau, who is sexy, sweet and interested in more than what’s beneath her clothes. As their relationship unfolds, Abby becomes increasingly aware of the desire building in her for the first time, and of her yearning to be wanted by the one man who truly sees all of her.

Commitment-averse Chris finds himself in uncharted territory. He wants Abby, that’s clear, but he can’t accept not having all of her. As the distance between them erodes, he tries to convince Abby to give up stripping for a chance at something real.

As the two of them get closer, Abby realizes that truly baring it all has nothing to do with her body. Chris makes her feel more exposed than she ever has, and she has to grapple with what’s left when her notions about herself and those around her are stripped away, leaving only the naked truth.

Excerpt
As she wound a leg around the top of the metal pole, Abby closed her eyes briefly. Her favorite part of the song was approaching, and it never failed to move her. 

She pressed her hands to the cool surface of the stage, balancing herself before parting her legs into the splits. A chorus of gasps was quickly drowned out by the deep hoots and hollers of onlookers.

The lyrics of ‘Angel of Harlem’ led Abby as she approached the row of men eyeing her eagerly, clutching dollars readily. She was an angel in devil’s shoes, she reminded herself as she bent toward a man who licked his lips in nervous excitement. Tonight this song was her anthem.
As bills were tucked into the snug string of her panties, Abby smiled seductively. The only rea
son she worked at Mickey’s was for the money, and she always did what it took to bring in the most.

The stubby fingers of a large, red-faced man trailed down her thigh after he tucked his money in. She moved away from him smoothly. 

“Hey, baby,” breathed a man with a receding hairline as he pushed a bill in with a lusty expression. Abby bit her lip and gave him a tantalizing smile. She swung her long hair up with a swish as she stood, giving one last glance over her shoulder.

As she left the stage, Abby pretended the cheers she heard were for her dancing. She smiled to herself. Maybe just a little bit for the dancing? 

“Hey, I got us a table,” Abby’s friend Sam said. “Bachelor party.”

“Sweet,” Abby said, plucking the dollars out of her panties and pushing them into her locked backstage container.

“Loser buys the winner lunch,” Sam said, raising her eyebrows in challenge. Abby smiled. Sam was competitive, and men gravitated toward her. But Abby liked their friendly competitions. They kept her mind off some of the more unpleasant aspects of working at Mickey’s.

“Ready?” Sam asked, smacking Abby’s behind lightly. Abby replaced the bra she’d discarded during her dance and joined her friend. 

“Hey, how’s Sara?” Sam asked in a low voice as they made their way across the club.
“Better. She hasn’t thrown up since lunchtime,” Abby murmured.

“Hi, boys,” Sam purred as she arrived at a large table of around a dozen men. “I’m Lacey, and this is my friend Nikki.”

Abby waved flirtatiously at the mention of her stage name. She was protective of her real name, sharing it with very few people who worked at the club.

“Fuck, yeah,” one of the men said, eyeing the women salaciously. A pop song blared as one of the other dancers swung her way through her pole dance on stage. 

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 About the Author
Brenda Rothert lives in Central Illinois with her husband and three sons. She was a daily print journalist for nine years, during which time she enjoyed writing a wide range of stories.

These days Brenda writes New Adult Romance in the Contemporary and Dystopian genres.
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