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Marissa Carmel
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Marissa Carmel has loved writing ever since a young age. She has a duel degree in History and Political Science, but took as many creative writing classes in college as she could. She spent most of her twenties bartending, which is where she met her husband and a multitude of interesting people. When she’s not reading or writing, she’s hanging out with her family, experimenting in her kitchen or doing yoga on the living room floor.
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STRIP ME BARE
“I may have had more lovers than you, and I may take my clothes off for countless women, but you are the only one who can strip me bare.”
Do you ever stop loving someone just because they’re gone? Five years ago Ryan Pierce disappeared from Alana Remington’s life without leaving so much as a post-it note behind. He was the one she gave her heart to, her soul to, and her virginity to. So imagine her surprise when she finds him dancing at one of NYC’s hottest male revues as Jack the Stripper.
Ryan never stopped loving Alana, and now that she serendipitously dropped back into his life, he’s vowed never to lose her again. But being together has its costs, and challenges Alana isn’t sure she can handle.
She finally has Ryan back; but how in the world is she supposed to share the love of her life with half of the women in New York City?
Title: Strip
Me Bare
Author:
Marissa Carmel
Genre: New
Adult
Release
Date: October 10, 2013
Cover Art: Amber
Rendon - Novel Idea Design - http://novelideadesign.com
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We stop in front of some hanging crystals. They
clink as Ryan pushes them aside, “after you.”
I walk under an orange spotlight, into a small space with a white leather
couch deep enough to lie on and walls a warm golden yellow.
Ryan steps in behind me and presses his body flush
against mine. My mind races.
Is he really going to do this?
Am I really going to let him?
Can I even handle this? Five minutes ago he was
with another woman. Quite possibly in this same room doing God only knows
what.
“Why do you do this Ryan?” I expel. I know he
explained it in words, but I need to experience it to truly understand.
He ambles around me so close; the only thing separating
us is a whisper of air.
“I told you, the money,” he says as he unbuttons
his shirt.
“You said women too,” I watch him cautiously, my
gaze jumping between his eyes and his chest.
“That was before you walked back into my life.
You’re the only woman I want to touch now. The others, like you saw before,
it’s just an act. A business transaction. It’s what I have to do to get what I
want.”
“Doesn’t it make them feel used?” I flick my eyes
up at him.
“It mustn’t. They always come back.”
“You like it. I saw your face. That wasn’t an
act.”
Ryan stands right in front of me, his shirt
unbuttoned and dangling open. “I won’t lie to you Alana, I’ll never lie to
you,” his tone is hard, but seductive. “I do like the attention. But it’s not
real. It’s my job to sell attractiveness and fantasy, and I do it well. But
that’s all it is, fantasy and I know it. When I’m with you, that’s my real.”
My breath catches when he says the word real. I
can’t help but find the irony in his words; I’m exactly to him what he is to
me. Two people one and the same, both living a double life to get what they
want; a future and each other.
And that is what I want. A future, with Ryan.
I go to put my hands on his chest, but he steps
away shaking his head no. “In this room, it’s all about you,” he walks around,
stopping right behind me. “You have to tell me what you want Alana,” he
whispers in my ear and I almost go limp, the sound of his voice is erotic as hell.
I swallow hard, but can’t utter a single word,
because truth be told, I have no freakin’ idea what I want. At least, not in
this scenario.
Ryan starts to rub my shoulders. I think he can
feel my hesitation.
“Why are you so tense? This is supposed to be
fun.”
Fun? The word rattles around in my head. Fun - a
time or feeling of enjoyment or amusement.
Okay, let’s have some fun.
I turn around to face him and our eyes lock. “Show
me.”
“Show you what?” his tone dripping with
sensuality.
“Show me Jack the Stripper.”
Holy fuck!
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Muse- Madness
Run- Leona Lewis
I Know You Want Me- Pitbull
Troublemaker- Olly Murs feat. Flo Rida
What You Wanted- OneRepublic
(I Just) Died
in You Arms Tonight (Club Remix)- Cutting Crew
Counting Stars- OneRepublic
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