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Release Blitz with Review: Stripped Down (Stripped #2) by Emma Hart

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Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000037_00035]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.

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 My Review

“Beckett and West’s friendship was legendary. They were brothers from another mother, twins separated at birth, soul mates in the realest sense of the word.”

“He kissed me. Like there was no air left and kissing me was the only way to stay alive. Like he was sinking into an ocean and I was the only thing keeping his head above water. Like everything was wrong and I was the only thing to make it right. He kissed me like the world was ending around us and I was the memory he wanted to die with.”

“The sensations of Beckett Cruz swarmed me, swamped me, completely and utterly owned me, until I was nothing myself and, at the same time, someone I wasn’t.”

Hold on to your hats with this one ladies, because Beckett Cruz might just be Emma Hart’s hottest, and sexiest hero yet. Beckett Cruz takes HOT to a whole other level. So, sit back and get ready for one hot, sexy, and scorching ride…

Stripped Down is the second book in the Stripped Series, but it can totally be read as a stand alone. Stripped Down is fantastically written and sucks you in from the very first page. Now, I’m a sucker for accidental marriages and let me tell you, Beckett and Cassie’s story does not disappoint. Their story is fun and entertaining. It is captivating. It is sexy as hell. Their story will have you laughing your ass off one minute and swooning the very next.

I fell in love with Cassie from the very beginning. She is hard working and tries so hard to provide the best that she can for her daughter. She hasn’t had one single adult moment to herself and is one the best people anyone could know. She is very real and so easy to connect with and understand. Beckett is successful, hard working, determined, stubborn as hell, and isn’t afraid to go after what he wants. Together, Cassie and Beckett make one scorching team. Not only is their chemistry off the charts, sexy, but their banter is so much fun. They just love ruffling each others feathers and give just as good as they get.The moment they are around each other, you can just feel the tension oozing off of them. The push and pull between them is undeniable. They are like a stick of dynamite that you can’t wait for it to go off.  You know that they are going to be good for one another, you just have to wait for them to catch up.

Stripped Down is such a fun and entertaining read. While it is a super sexy read, there is more to this story than that. Stripped Down gives you a real insight into the struggles that a single mother has. It makes you understand just how much Cassie had to sacrifice just to make ends meet and put a smile on her daughter’s face. This story is filled with so much love and laughter, great friendships and families that stick together.

I loved every single second of Cassie and Beckett’s story. It had just the right mix of angst, drama, frustration and sexy good times. Fans of Emma Hart, you are not going to want to miss this one. If you like fun, sexy reads filled with lots of heart, then I’d definitely recommend checking this one out.

*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*


“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.


By day, NeDSC_9249w 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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