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Stripped

Release Date: 05/27/13
New Adult Contemporary Romance
strippped brendaAbby 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.

brenda rethortAbout 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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EXCERPT (#5)

Abby shuffled uncertainly. She was wondering if she should sit down and wait when Chris sailed through the double doors to the ER.

“Hey,” he said, grinning. “I’m finishing something up, come on back.”

Abby followed him to a row of chairs near the large desk area for the staff.

“I’ll just be a bit,” he said. When he walked behind the desk and sat down at a computer, he put on a pair of dark reading glasses, and Abby stared at him. Between the gold, messy hair, the matching stubble, the bulge of his arms from beneath his short-sleeved scrubs and now the glasses, she couldn’t look away. She imagined him sitting at her kitchen table, reading the paper in those glasses, and drinking coffee.

As the fantasy continued, his shirt disappeared, and he gave her a lusty, knowing grin as his eyes met hers. He sat the imaginary paper aside. It was about to get good, really good, when a voice next to her pulled Abby from her daydream.

“You looked lost in thought,” a man said. There was swagger in his smile, and Abby returned it politely. “May I?”

She nodded absently at the empty chair next to her.

“So, you come here often?” he grinned.

“Uh…”

“Hey, medic,” Chris called from the desk. “Beat it, she’s here to see me.”

Abby saw from the logo on his t-shirt that he was a paramedic. He raised his hands in mock defeat as he left. Chris finished his work and took off the glasses. Abby was a little disappointed to see them go.

“Hi,” he said, laying a hand on her back as he led her down the hallway. When he held open the door to the familiar sleeping room, Abby’s pulse quickened.

He flipped on the dim light again, and Abby’s eyes went to his lips as he approached her. She thought of their evening out, and how she had thought – hoped even – that he was about to kiss her as they stood on her front porch.

“I think I owe you a massage this time,” she said softly.

“No, I’m giving you one. Lay down on your stomach.”

Abby complied, eager to feel his hands on her again. She reached back to move her hair, but Chris’ hand stopped hers.

“Let me,” he said. He gathered her hair into his hands and piled it over one of her shoulders on the bed. Abby felt a tingle of anticipation as she waited. All night, she had been telling men to take their hands off her, but she wanted Chris’ to roam her entire body.

His touch was light and warm as he slid his hands under the back of her shirt. Abby sighed happily as he massaged her upper back, moving deftly up to her neck and shoulders. Her tension slid away as he worked, replaced by arousal.

She reached back and grabbed her t-shirt, pulling it over her head to allow him easier access. Chris inhaled sharply, his hands pausing against her.

“Is that okay?” she asked, confused. Wearing a bra with no shirt was second nature to Abby.

“Yes,” he said in a low voice, his hands wandering from her neck into her hair. She felt fatigue setting in as his fingertips massaged her scalp.

“I don’t want to fall asleep…” she murmured, drifting into restful unawareness.

 

 

 

 

 

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