Unngghh. Beck. Yummy yummy deliciousness.
Tequila is a shameless hussy. The dirty bitch made Cassie Gallagher hook up with her strip club boss Beckett Cruz. She made Cassie marry Beckett in a drunken Vegas rampage filled with all her alcoholic friends and his penis. And now an annulment is out of the question, what with the sex and all. So they're forced to divorce. Except neither seems to be very good at signing the papers. There's no way it can work out between a dirt poor single mom stripper and the über wealthy playboy.
No way.
Absolutely not.
Aw man, Ms. Hart is the MASTER! She somehow combines the erotic with the hysterical and turns it into this bomb-diggity little sexy masterpiece! I totally lusted after the dirty dancer turned businessman Beckett in the first book in the
Stripped series, Stripped Bare, and lawd have mercy, I can't stop drooling over him now (especially with that work of art cover…that deliciousness is my new wallpaper)! Cassie took some warming up to, girlfriend was meek and timid (despite the taking off of the clothing thing), but once she warmed up to Beck she was a spitfire. She was a terrific mom and daughter, doing whatever it took to put food on the table and spend quality time with her baby girl and help her parents during their time of need. CiCi was a fabulous dose of comic relief as only a rambunctious 6-year-old diva princess can be, and Beckett's caring attitude toward her only made me adore him more.
Beckett and Cassie had enough heat to light up the Vegas strip, and even though she fought the attraction with everything she had, she was no match for his cockiness, attitude and…attributes. Ms. Hart knows her way around the dirty talk, too. Witness:
"Tell me your pussy isn't mine when I'm deep inside you like this. Tell me it isn't mine when I'm fucking you so hard you're speechless. Tell me it isn't fucking mine when it's clamped around my cock so tightly it never wants to let me go." He tugged my hair. Tight. His mouth brushed my ear. "Tell me your greedy little pussy isn't mine when it's begging me for more and you're screaming my name so fucking loud Los Angeles can hear you, filthy girl. Until then… it's mine. And you don't get to play with it until I say so."
Bottom Line: Im gonna need a moment alone here. Hot dayum!! Pick up this dirty little ditty, STAT!
