I’m a yes girl. Get your mind out of the gutter; I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about saying yes to whatever comes my way in life. So when I had the chance to move to Europe after college, I said, yes. When I had the chance to open my own lingerie line, I said, yes. And when my stepsister got diagnosed with cancer and needed me to come home and help her raise her daughter, I said, yes. That’s me, Kenzie — the yes girl! In every area of my life but one —Love. Always the first to leave a relationship. Will I be able to say yes to love — to Kane — to being happy? Or will I simply come undone and be stripped raw?
Don’t let Kenzie fool you! She’s a master at hiding behind a laugh and a smile. Being an attorney, I prefer the facts. This story isn’t as light and happy as my yes girl would have you believe. No laugh can sugar coat what we are facing: I’ve lost everything. I know what it’s like to be left raw. But sometimes that’s the only way to find love. To strip yourself down, let the other person see all your shit, and hope they love you anyway.
I’m the good girl, very responsible, girl-next-door type.”
Should I tell her I took the virginity of the girl next door? Probably not. “I think you’re more than that,” I say, taking a step closer to her. That wasn’t a line. I really mean it. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think so.
I inch even closer, but she looks confused — a little like she wants me to kiss her, a little like she wants me to screw her, but mostly like she doesn’t want me to do anything more. I can’t blame her; we only met a few hours ago. Deacon is wrong about the one night stand thing. This woman isn’t looking for a hookup. I’m not, either. One night with her wouldn’t be enough. So I take a step back, my fists clenched at my sides to redirect my energy.
“That was my first catalog,” Kenzie says. “I plan on doing two a year.” She reaches for a sketchbook on her work table. “This is what I’m working on for the next line. I’ll be photographing them pretty soon. The line is inspired by men’s clothing, so pinstripes and. . . .”
She keeps talking about the different fabrics, colors, and textures she plans to use. I have no idea what she is saying, but marvel over what I’m seeing — corsets and bustiers, vests with garter belts, bras, and G-strings. I love that these ideas, these fantasies, came out of her mind. She is so much more than she thinks, so much more than the girl next door.
Kenzie flips to another sketch, this one of a navy bra and panty set with stockings and heels. That will look perfect on her — especially bent over my office desk. My cock throbbing, I take a deep breath and try to focus on what Kenzie is saying. My eyes search the catalog pages for anything to distract me. “What’s this?”
“Cuffs,” she says, “like on a man’s dress shirt. But these double as handcuffs.”
Okay, that’s it. The arts-and-crafts show is officially driving me crazy. My dick is rock hard now, and I can’t take it anymore.
This book took me on an emotional adventure that I won’t soon forget.
Kenzie is a strong independent woman with a severe shoe obsession. Her lingerie line is taking off and she is getting her life in order. She has been hurt in the past, so she is guarded about who she gives her heart to. Then in comes Kane. This too sexy for words lawyer knows just how to get what he wants. He manages to present his case to Kenzie and the sparks begin to fly. Their relationship is flirty, and fun. As I begin their story, I’m all smiles and laughing out loud moments with these two. Then, wait, what is going on with Kenzie’s big sister Tessa? BAM! Grab the tissues, didn’t see that one coming so soon. On I go reading. Again, the fun and flirting, but these two poor souls cannot catch a break when it comes to alone time. Things start to get a little more serious. And BAM again! More tears. I actually had to put my e-reader down for a little while to get through this part. Back to reading. Happy, sad, stressed, angry, hurt, my emotions are all over the place. There were some “oh no he didn’t” moments and some “Kenzie, NOOOO” moments. Then complete and utter devastation! I mean full-on ugly cry. How will I get through this? How will Kenzie and Kane get through this and to the HEA they truly deserve? But have no fear, MS. Lane brings us through the ugly to a beautiful ending that will put all the shattered pieces of broken hearts (both character and reader) back together.
This story was a total page turner. I devoured it, using up any spare moment I had to read more and of Kenzie and Kayne’s story. This is one of the best ugly cry books I have read!
I give Stripped Raw a 5 star and 4 tissue box rating!
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Prescott Lane is the author of First Position, Perfectly Broken, and her new release, Quiet Angel. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and graduated from Centenary College with a degree in sociology. She went on to receive her MSW from Tulane University, after which she worked with developmentally delayed and disabled children. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren’t enough happily ever afters in real life. Connect with Prescott Lane at http://www.pinterest.com/PrescottLane1/ and facebook.com/PrescottLane1 and http://www.twitter.com/prescottlane1 and http://instagram.com/prescottlane1 or at http://www.authorprescottlane.com
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