Jasinda Wilder has a gift for storytelling, there is no question about that. You can tell by each and every book she writes. But when you look at them all, you see how truly awesome that gift is. Because Jasinda can write hot, sexy and fun books (Big Girls Do It, Delilah’s Diary, Biker Billionaire, and more), a beautiful war romance (Wounded: on sale for $.99-see my 5 star review), a rip-the-heart-out-of-your-body NA (Falling Into You, Falling Into Us) and now Stripped, a Pretty Woman meets Footloose story with intense romance that kept me reading all night long.
Grey was brought up the daughter of a Pastor. But not just any pastor, her grandfather was also a pastor. Her dad was as strict as they come, and refused to let her even take dance lessons at the local dance school, until her mother, the only person who ever really understood her, softened him up a bit and let her try. She was an amazing dancer, and dance was the only way to express her need to be free. But Grey soon discovered filmmaking was what she really wanted to do. When she presented her dad with the scholarship she was awarded to go to film school…
“I expected better of you, Grey.” His voice suddenly hard and whip-sharp, and I flinch. “I really did. Film school? That’s worse than any lewd dancing. You would be working with the scum of the earth. People who think it’s okay to glorify murder and dishonesty and sexual perversion.”
When there was nothing left to make her stay home, Grey decided she was going to California and taking the scholarship, forcing her father to disown her. Grey had been brought up so sheltered that she had never even had a boyfriend, and now she was off to college to fulfill her dreams, all alone.
Grey had an amazing opportunity as an intern at a film studio. Her college grades were excellent. But her scholarship ran out. She was left with $400 and her tuition and nobody to turn to– room and board were due quickly. There were NO jobs to be had after weeks of searching. Desperate, Grey, who was brought up to barely show an inch of skin, takes the only job she could get.
“Daddy was right. He said I’d fall into a sinful life, and I have. I just got a job as a stripper. I’m not going to glorify it by calling it “exotic dancer”… I’m going to do it, though. I won’t go crawling back to Macon, Georgia.”
This demure young lady, who was brought up with no rock music, no makeup, no boys, and to be seen but not heard is forced to become a stripper to keep a roof over her head.
Then one night, Dawson Kellor walks in to the club. People’s Sexiest Man of the Year, and the hottest Actor in Hollywood.
“Sharp features, penetrating hazel eyes, dark hair somewhere between brown and black. Tall and ridiculously ripped, with sculpted arms and a broad, hard chest. He’s Brad Pitt and Henry Cavill and Josh Duhamel and so much more.”
And he’s looking at Grey with possessive hunger like she’s never seen before. Guys can look, but they can’t touch at the club. But when he reaches for her…well, she just can’t find a way to stop him.
We’re still dancing together, moving to the music. I’m staring up at him, lost. “I don’t–I don’t do extras. You can’t touch me.”
“Yet here I am, touching you.”
His palms slide like lava over my naked hips and I’m trembling, frightened, terrified. Consumed.
“You don’t belong here”
Dawson and Grey meet again, and he is so sweet and protective of her. He takes care of her. He carries her to her dorm room in front of the whole campus. And Grey feels things, things she knows she shouldn’t because of the way she grew up.
“I wan’t to slide off my chair and into his lap, and I want to kiss him again. The thought terrifies me. I shouldn’t want him. He’s…wrong. Wanting him is wrong. Sex is wrong. That’s been drilled into me since I was a small girl.”
The swoony, alpha movie star, Dawson, is used to getting what he wants, but this time, he wants more.
“I want to kiss you whenever I feel like it. I want to tell you when you’re being ridiculous. I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you. I want to hold you. I want to be yours. I don’t know you, like, at all, but I want all this. It’s total craziness. I feel like I should be admitted for saying this to you. Fuck, I should have my man-card revoked for being all emotional and girly and telling you my feelings. But… I’m nothing if not honest. So there it is.”
A little personal story: I have met a few strippers in my day. A virgin stripper is not as unbelievable is you may think. I used to sell advertising for the local paper in an area that had private-room ‘strip’ clubs (well, that’s what they say….but the tissues and lotion were provided). I had to collect advertising money every week, and since General Hospital was often on and it was hot as hell outside, I’d stay and chat a bit. Most of the girls were single moms or putting themselves through college or nursing school. A lot were gay. But one girl was thrown out of her house at 17 and worked there for 3 years. She never kissed a guy. After seeing the sleazes that came in, sadly, she wasn’t sure she ever would.
“I’m not the kind of girl he’s used to. I’m not an L.A. girl. I’m not an actress or someone sexy and confident and sure of who I am. I’m a mess. A confused, embarrassed, shameful mess. And he’s the god of Hollywood.”
- I love a Cinderella/Pretty Woman type of story.
- A very addicting read.
- Grey was believable as the innocent stripper.
- Jasinda has a way of writing that really makes you feel as if you are there. I get a full movie in my head more than with most other authors.
- The internal wars Grey had with herself seemed very real.
- I ran the gamut of emotions throughout the book.
- One of the longest, most intense, hottest, most romantic, erotic, sensual lovemaking scenes ever. (Enough time to grab BOB and finish! lol)
- TURGID!!! CLEFT!!! Oh, Jasinda can write sensual scenes but her choice of words often kills the mood for me. The word cleft was way overused (have you ever referred to your vagina as a cleft?), and please…turgid??? (Please see my posts Wicked Book Girls Night: Dirty Words 1 & Dirty Words 2)
- Besides the wording, the love scenes are great, but a little too over-the top mushy-lovey to me after a while. I got bored. Give me some hard, up against the wall, pull my hair sex…but that just may be my thing.
Rating: 4.5 stars, 5 Heat
Stripped is not another Falling Into You. It doesn’t totally gut you (though I did cry) but it also didn’t completely and totally blow me away. I would put it at a very solid 4.25-4.5 (I’m rounding up), because I honestly went back and forth 3 times between 4 and 4.5. I think I am also comparing it a bit to Wounded and Falling Into You by Jasinda which were EPIC books in my opinion.
I highly recommend Stripped, especially if you enjoy the Pretty Woman/Cinderella story. What girl doesn’t dream of the hottest Hollywood star coming to take them out of their miserable life?
“There’s something inside you, beyond that innocence. I see it. It’s… fuck. It’s bright as the fucking sun, but it’s hidden, because you’re miserable.”
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So how did I get myself into this situation, you ask? Simple: desperation. When you’re faced with being homeless and hungry or taking off your clothes for money, the choice is easier than you’d imagine. That doesn’t make it easy, though. Oh no. I hate it, in fact. There’s nothing I’d like more than to quit and never go into another bar again, never hear the techno beat pulsing in my ears again, never feel the lecherous gazes of horny men again.
Then, one day, I meet a man. He’s in my club, front and center. He watches me do my routine, and his gaze is full of hunger. Not the kind of desire I’m used to though. It’s something different. Something hotter, deeper, and more possessive. I know who he is; of course I do. Everyone knows who Dawson Kellor is. He’s People Magazine’s Sexiest Man alive. He’s the hottest actor in Hollywood. He’s the man hand-picked for the role of Rhett Butler in the long-awaited remake of Gone With the Wind.
He’s the kind of man who can have any woman in the entire world with a mere crook of his finger. So what’s he doing looking at me like he has to have me? And how do I resist him when he looks at me with those intoxicating, changeable, quicksilver eyes?
I’m a virgin, and he’s an American icon of male sexuality. I’m a stripper, and he’s a man used to getting anything and everything he wants. And he wants me. I know I should say no, I know he’s the worst kind of player…but what my mind knows, my body and my heart may not.
And then things get complicated.
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Jasinda Wilder is a Michigan native with a penchant for titillating tales about sexy men and strong women. When she’s not writing, she’s probably shopping, baking, or reading.
Some of her favorite authors include Nora Roberts, JR Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Liliana Hart and Bella Andre.
She loves to travel and some of her favorite vacations spots are Las Vegas, New York City and Toledo, Ohio.
You can often find Jasinda drinking sweet red wine with frozen berries and eating a cupcake.
Jasinda is represented by Kristin Nelson of the Nelson Literary Agency.
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