Friday, August 26, 2016

Stripped Bare by Kalinda Grace


Night after night, Tesla Jones dances on stage.
She’s beautiful, unbridled, and unattainable.
Or is she?
Billionaire Jax Monroe is determined to find out.
Powerful in both the boardroom and bedroom, Jax isn’t used to being told no.
There’s no deal he can’t close.
No woman he can’t charm.
Until now.
When an indecent proposal becomes desperate infatuation, Jax and Tesla find themselves

Stripped Bare.

Kathie's Review:

THIS is the novella that brought me back into the blogging game. I was approached by Kalinda Grace to edit her first book. She had seen my name on several other books, and thought her work might appeal to me. She was right! This is sweet, charming, a bit steamy, and thoroughly enjoyable to read in an afternoon.

I really liked how strong Tesla was. She has her moral compass, and she doesn't deviate from it. No matter how much money might be on the table...or the stripper pole! 

Jax is one of those alpha males that can LEARN. I like that in my hero. He did something really stupid...but he learned from his mistake. I enjoyed his learning curve. 

While Stripped Bare is short, it was satisfying. It had a beginning, middle, and an end. Not all novellas can do that. I think Kalinda Grace is going to be a wonderful author to keep on your watch list. I know I want more from her...soon!

FIVE bookmarks, for sure!




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EXCERPT
I feel powerful.
Even as his finger slides between my breasts . . . stinging me, burning me . . . I feel powerful. Because he asked permission, and I granted it.
The decision was mine.
Jax doesn’t have to know that I’ve dreamed of his hands, and his fingers, and his lips. He doesn’t have to know how tempted I am to say yes.
I writhe on his lap, swaying to the music, and he groans roughly. His hands grip my hips, crushing me harder against him, and I feel him. I feel all of him.
He wants me. There’s no denying that.
But I’m a naked girl dancing on his lap. Of course he wants me.
Jax trails his nose against my throat, and the sensation causes me to cry out. He breathes me in, making my body tingle and crave and tremble. His quiet groan vibrates against my neck as my hips grind against him.
“Does that feel good, Tesla?”
I whimper, because it does. It feels amazing.
“Imagine how good it’d feel . . . without the barriers. Without the rules. Without the clock. This could be us, in my bed, in those heels, and I could touch you. Really touch you. The way I’ve wanted to touch you since the first time I saw you on stage.”
My fingers find his hair, and I pull roughly, causing him to growl my name.
“If you’d just been a gentleman. Maybe asked me out to dinner. Asked for my number. I wanted you to ask. I’ve wanted you to ask for weeks.”
“I’m not a gentleman, Tesla.”
It’s a confession.
A warning.
Our eyes lock, and I see him. I really see him. He’s handsome and rich and used to getting his way. His touch scorches me. His eyes radiate through me. He makes me feel beautiful, sexy, and desired.
But it’s not enough.
No matter how good it feels to be held by his strong hands, and no matter how good it feels to grind against him . . .
I’m not this girl, and I never will be.
There’s a knock on the door, and I leap from his lap, leaving him confused and breathless and very, very aroused.
I struggle to catch my breath as Rick’s voice slices through the music.
“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Monroe. But your driver’s here.”
Jax growls, and I have no idea if it’s because he’s angry or horny.
Or both.
Probably both.
I reach for my shirt and jeans, desperate to be dressed and out of this room. The clock says I still have thirty minutes, but fuck it. I’ll tell Rick to dock it from my pay.
“Do you know what’s really sad, Jax Monroe?”
He shifts uncomfortably in his chair. “What’s that?”
“You could have had me for free.”
I walk out.



Kalinda Grace enjoys the little things in life. She loves the cool side of the pillow, the sound of rain on a tin roof, and restaurants with drive-thru windows. When she’s not chained to her laptop, she’s either watching college football or binge-watching her favorite shows on Netflix. Kalinda hails from the Midwest. Stripped Bare is her first novella.

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