Author: Heidi McLaughlin
Title: Stripped Bare
Release Date: March 28th 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Number of Pages: eBook
Publisher: Love Swept
What readers are saying about STRIPPED BARE:
Stripped Bare is one of those stories that you know is going to be great from the first page. It's funny, extremely sexy, emotional and heartbreaking which all combine for a sensational second-chance romance read.
This is a modern day Pretty Woman but so much better! Richard Gere has nothing on Finn McCormick!!
Oh wow. I have been in love with McLaughlin's writing since the start but this one could very much be my favorite book now by her.
They donât call it the Strip for nothing. . . .
In this sinfully sexy Las Vegas romance from bestselling author Heidi McLaughlin, a man who has it all reunites with a woman who takes it all off.
Living in Sin City, Finn McCormick is no stranger to one-night stands, but the last person he expects to find losing big on the casino floor is a former high school fling. Even though Macey Websterâs clearly down on her luck, sheâs still a knockout, and sheâs dressed like a stripperâbecause she is one. Drunk off an unfamiliar cocktail of lust, pity,
and compassion, Finn offers to pay Maceyâs debts if she cuddles up to him around town . . . and does whatever he wants between the sheets.
Macey came to Vegas for one reason only: money. Sheâs got a young daughter to support, and the tips really are bigger in Vegas. But when she blows her earnings on blackjack, her guardian angel is the rich boy who once stole her heart and never called her back. Although Macey would love to turn the tables on Finn, she canât afford to refuse his propositionâand soon sheâs enjoying herself much more than she cares to admit. Maceyâs used to baring her flesh, but baring her soul will take far more courage.
Text Copyright Â© 2017 Heidi McLaughlin
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The stench of deep fry emanates from my clothes. I hate the smell and I know the other girls can smell it, but I ignore the looks theyâre giving me and hustle through the dressing room to my locker. The older women and the ones that have been stripping here longer always look down on the younger girls and the newbies. Iâm somewhere in the middle. I stripped here when I was younger, during my first trimester with my daughter, and then again after she was born when I had my figure back. Actually, stripping helped me tone as a result of all the pole work that I had to do. I took some time off after that, but I always come back because the money is fast and somewhat decent. Each time I leave, though, I say that itâs for good and that was the last time and yet a few months later, I always find myself back again, knocking on Lewâs door, and asking for my spot in the rotation back. Girls come and go around here and in this business you canât expect to make a lasting connection with anyone.
I strip down and throw my dress, apron and nylons into my bag as quickly as possible before the stench of grease becomes any more noticeable. I change into a thong and bootie shorts, add tassels to my nipples and cover them with a bra before slipping a tank top over my head and stepping into an old pair of cowboy boots that I picked up
at the secondhand store. I have an array of costumes meant to hit the mark on every fantasy a man can have. Cowboys, librarian, naughty schoolgirl . . . you name it Iâm doing it. I need the money. More so now than ever. My kid is getting older and sheâs seeing things she shouldnât, like her grandmother being so drunk that she canât get up to answer the door, or strange men in the house. Sheâs ten and shouldnât have to babysit an adult. Nor should she
have to live in the slums, but thatâs on me.
Seventeen and pregnant isnât how I saw my life. I had had enough of living with barely any food, no new clothes and the strange looks, so I swore that I was getting out. I was smart, got good grades in high school, but none of that mattered once I found out I was knocked up and the baby daddy had already left town. I tried to tell his mother, but she took one look at me and shut the door. Back then I didnât, but I do now. Iâd take that money and run right across the tracks, under the bridge and through the fucking blueberry bushes if it meant my kid wasnât going to be a victim of a drug deal gone wrong or end up with a drinking problem by the time sheâs a teen.
Morgan though, sheâs a good kid who loves to read and is a whiz at math. Sheâs all I have in this world and Iâll do anything I have to, to make sure she has food and clothes.
So I strip at night and wait tables during the day. Depending on the day or night, one pays better than the other, but theyâre jobs that I need. I have a goal. I want to move Morgan and I into a better neighborhood. One where kids want to play and not sell drugs. I want her to live in a place where she feels safe and doesnât need to hide in the closet of our bedroom because my mother invited one of her friends over.
My dreams for Morgan are unreachable, I know this, but I try every day to make them happen. I want such a different life for her that sometimes when I look out the window of the city bus Iâm on and I see other kids her age walking along the street without a care in the world, I imagine her being one of those kids. If only . . .
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