If I were a betting woman, which I most definitely am,
I would wager there are many of you who have seen a male stripper shaking his
bon-bon or going to a strip club for women.
Perhaps you were celebrating a birthday or a bachelorette party. Maybe you were simply in the mood to see some
great looking guys shed their clothes for your entertainment. Whatever the reason, you came, you saw and
you will have that experience to look back on for the rest of your life.
That said, let me ask you, what was your
experience? If you went to a strip club
for women, were you impressed with the club? Did the men who danced stir
something primal within you? Did you have a great time?
I’ve had the opportunity to visit a few strip clubs
for women. The first I ever visited was near Carbondale, Illinois when I was
getting my undergraduate degree many, many years ago in the 1980s. Let me tell
you, many of the strip clubs I’ve been to in the last ten years look as though
they haven’t changed a thing, not even the tables or chairs, since the club
opened who knows when. The clubs tend to
be dark, drab, and borderline disguising.
Sound familiar?
With this in mind, I set off to create a series that
brings to light the condition of a good number of strip clubs. In the case of Iron
Rods, a strip club for women in Austin, Texas, I wanted to write
about the typical rundown hellhole with terrible, out-of-shape dancers and
watered-down drinks. (Sound familiar?) Then, I imagined the fabulous characters
who work in the club or visit the club. From there I wondered what I would do
if I had unlimited amounts of cash to transform the club into a place women
actually wanted to go to. And in the middle of this craziness, I added one of
the hottest romances between a hero and heroine who couldn’t be any less alike.
Unmasked Secrets, the second book in the series (and
can easily be read as a standalone title), takes the reader into the world of a
stripper known as The Dom. The Dom, who wears a mask, dyes his hair
and uses a fake Scottish accent, is really a high school Drama teacher trying
to earn a little extra money for his Drama program. On his first night stripping, The Dom is asked for a private lap dance
by a woman who turns out to be his principal. She’s there for her sister’s
bachelorette party. And, she happens to
be interested in BDSM.
This series, the
Iron Rods Strip Club Series, is truly one from my heart, as well as my
imagination. Austin, Texas, one of my favorite cities in the world, is key to
the series. If you’ve ever been there,
perhaps you can understand my love for the place I hope stays weird forever.
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purchase Iron Rods from Amazon.
Unmasked
Secrets
Strip
Club for Women
Book
Two
Brenna
Zinn
Genre: Romance
Date of Publication: 2/17/17
ISBN: 1230001484786
ASIN: B01MU5JTDF
Number of pages: 150
Word Count: 62,000
Cover Artist: Croco Designs
Book Description:
Hannah Armstrong, the new
principal of Santana High School is a complete ball buster, so Mack Garner, her
drama teacher, thinks. Her cutbacks to his department’s budget will force him
to scrimp on his students—something he refuses to do. The stubborn woman won't
listen to reason so he's taking matters into his own hands. He devises a plan
to secretly replenish the money that is surefire, as long as he’s not found
out. By stripping under the stage name The Dom and using an ironclad disguise
at Iron Rods, Austin’s only strip club for women, he and his hard body will
have his program flush again and soon.
But Hannah Armstrong has secrets
of her own. The rigid, by-the-rules school administrator harbors dark desires
to surrender to the titillation of BDSM. She needs a man—a real man—who can
melt her inhibitions and master her. Exploring the lifestyle is a dangerous
proposition for a small town principal though. Any whiff of scandal would
destroy her career. She's nearly given up on the dream until she meets a masked
Dom at Iron Rods. The gorgeous male stripper so far away in Austin seems like
the perfect solution. Is there a chance she can satisfy her furtive fantasies
without being discovered?
**Warning – this book contains BDSM elements, graphic sex and touches of humor.
**Warning – this book contains BDSM elements, graphic sex and touches of humor.
Here’s an
excerpt from Unmasked Secrets. If this doesn't get your engine revving, then
seek emergency medical help because you might be dead. *grin*
Unmasked Secrets by Brenna Zinn. All rights reserved.
“Please tell me,” she articulated
each word slowly, ignoring his comment. “What will it take to get you to agree
to teach math classes this summer?”
“Now that is a very interesting question. Yes, indeed. I need to give this a
little thought.” He raised his head and brushed at the light stubble under his
chin. “Hmm… This may take a little while. When do I need to get back to you?”
Hannah flattened her palms on the
top of her desk, pushing her face within inches of his. “Take as much time as
you need.”
Garner tapped the pad of a finger
on his ripe lips. “I think I know.”
“Yes?” She prepared herself for
what he might possibly dish out. A raise? More money for his program?
Sex?
Her lower extremities spasmed at
the inappropriate thought. The scandalous ache in her breasts returned. Aside
from the silent scream from her nipples to be suckled and bitten, the muscles
in her bottom flexed with the desire to be spanked. The handsome blond with
enticing blue eyes must surely be phenomenal in bed. All rough handling and
forceful thrusts…
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it!
Her fantasies were rising too
close to the surface. In her office during school hours was not the place or
the time for imaginings of teeth bearing down on her skin or having her
backside reddened. She absolutely had to stop reading those erotic books.
Either that, or she had to find the kind of man who could properly relieve her
sexual misery. The sooner, the better.
Garner snapped his fingers in
front of her face. “You okay?”
Hannah blinked several times and
shook her head. Goodness gracious and heaven above. She’d zoned out. Zoned out
at work! Things were worse than she’d feared. “Absolutely,” she lied, fighting
both her headache and the erotic charges surging through body. “You were saying
something about what you want.”
“I want you to beg.” He offered a
sadistic smile. “I want you to beg me to teach math this summer.”
“Beg?” A wash of cream flowed way
down below, soaking her already moist panties. Her blood, heated and charged
with arousal, sprinted through her veins. Was she dreaming?
Was he serious?
Had Garner somehow divined her
dark secret?
Impossible.
She’d been so careful, saying
absolutely nothing to anyone, not even her closest friend or sister, about her
wicked desires. Which was exactly how things had to be. If anyone discovered
the principal of Santana High School had anything to do with the world of
bondage and submission, she could lose not only her job, but her career.
“Yes. I want you to beg.” His
gaze bored into hers. “I want you to know how I felt when I came into this
office and pleaded for you not to take money from the theater arts program.”
Though his demand raised the
hackles on the back of her neck—how dare he, her subordinate, think to
challenge her—an odd sense of relief mixed with sexual awareness swept through
her body. His demand, arrogant and self-righteous, was far better than his
having guessed her hidden desires. It also had her legs quivering with
excitement.
Would she give in to his extreme
bidding?
Did she have a choice?
Yes, of course she had choices,
but none that worked as well. And, truth be told, did she really she want one?
A full beat passed, feeling more
like minutes than seconds.
“Tick-tock, Ms. Armstrong,” he
pressed.
She licked her lips as her mental
debate continued.
Garner pointed to his watch. “You’re wasting
my prep period.”
“All right, “she said on a sigh.
“As you wish. Please, please, please teach math this summer.”
“No, no, no. You have to put some
heart behind it,” Garner insisted, his fist pounding her desk. “I won’t agree
to do anything unless I believe you’re sincere. I’m a trained actor, so it had
better be good.”
“Seriously?”
“I want to be convinced you really mean it. Otherwise, no deal.”
The muscles in her back and
shoulders tightened. Oh, I’ll give you
convincing, all right. You want me to beg? I’ll give you the begging
performance of the century. You’ll hand me an Oscar when I’m through, you
insolent son of a bitch. She regarded the man so many people adored and
reminded herself of her primary mission—dig the school out of its “Improvement
Required” status—then closed her eyes.
Drawing in a breath, she cleared
her mind of everything except the one man who had already mastered her in many
private fantasies. The elusive being to whom she would willingly submit.
Willingly beg.
The Dom of her dreams.
He, the powerful male both strong
and gentle, waited in shadowy relief in her mind’s eye. Though darkness masked
his face, she could make out the flogger in his hand. Its many strips of
leather dangled from a wooden handle.
Her Master raised the tool.
“Touch the tresses. Feel how soft
they are.”
His voice, low and steady,
enveloped her as if being wrapped in a comforting blanket, shielding her from
any doubts and fears.
“Yes, Sir.” She leaned forward,
her arm outstretched.
“On your knees,” he instructed.
“When I hold this flogger, you must always be on your knees to touch it. You
will show my most favorite tool proper and unfailing respect. Do you
understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Naked and unafraid,
she fell to both knees before him, and then ran her fingers through the long
pieces of lambskin. Unimaginably supple, the tresses were like velvet to the
touch.
“Place your hands on the floor.”
Without a moment’s hesitation,
she did so, splaying her fingers and bracing herself.
Her shadow Master moved behind
her, trailing the ends of the leather strips down her bare back and onto her
ass. Her nerves, heightened and tingling with expectancy, danced beneath every
inch of her skin. Her body ached, truly ached, to feel the biting sting of the
tresses.
“Now beg,” he ordered. “Beg me to
do what I know you want. What I know you need.”
Hannah’s eyelids flew open,
taking in Mack Garner. As though still in her dream, her mouth moved unbidden
and gave voice to words originating from her very soul.
“Please. Oh, God, please,” she
pleaded on an exhale, desperation tingeing her tone. “I want this so badly. I
need this. Please, do this for me.”
The smirk on Garner’s face
melted. His cheeks sagged. With the exception of the dazed look glazing his
eyes, which were now the size of baseballs, his face transformed to a blank
slate.
“Sincere enough for you, Mr.
Garner?” she asked.
About
the Author:
Brenna hails from the Lone Star
state where she lives with her husband and four dogs, three of which are as big
as long horns. She’s a fun-loving writer
who likes nothing better than to explore while she travels (no planned
excursions, please!), eat what others cook (it works out better for everyone
that way), and avoid the gym whenever possible.
Her journey through life has
taken her all over the United States, as well as many places throughout the
world. Using her travel experience as a guide and peppering in interesting
characters she’s met along the way, she loves nothing better than weaving tales
of romance and leaving readers yearning for adventures of their own.
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unmasking Secrets sounds like a spicy read! Thank you
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