Unmasked Secrets Book Tour + Giveaway

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?

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Excerpt:

She was here for
a lap dance or more with the Dom. Time to get the party started.

Mack placed both
hands on her shoulders, then slowly squatted before her while letting his palms
drag down the outside of her breasts as he lowered himself before her chair.

Hannah let out a
moan.

A grin tempted
to show itself, but he held it back. She was getting into this.

So was he.

He continued on
a path down her waist, onto her thighs and stopped when he reached her
skirt-covered knees. Now crouched before her, he looked at her. Face-to-face.
Hers a study in heightened expectation.

When he pushed
his hands back up her leg, taking the hem of the skirt with him, a sigh escaped
her mouth and he nearly moaned himself. A dangerous amount of thigh now showed,
and what thighs they were. Firm but soft and went on for miles. His fingers
hovered so damn close to her hidden nest of curls, he could feel its welcoming
wet heat. His curiosity begged to take a quick peek beneath her skirt, but he
reminded himself he was a professional stripper. He was here for the customer,
and right now that customer’s gaze was locked to his.

He angled
himself between her bent legs, gently prying them apart to make himself room.

“So, tell me,
Hannah,” he started, the pads of his thumbs roaming over her warm skin, “what’s
yer pleasure tonight?”

“My pleasure?”
she asked dreamily.

“Would ye like
to take off yer top? Maybe yer skirt?”

Please say yes.

Once again, her
eyes widened and she swallowed a gulp of air. Her fingers flew to the open
collar of her shirt.

“No!” Her
high-pitched tone cut through the muffled music encapsulating the small room.
She shook her head and cleared her throat. “I mean,” she corrected quietly, “no
thank you. I’d…I’d like to keep my clothes on.”

Damn.

“Fair enough,”
he said, hoping he didn’t sound as disappointed as he felt. “This is yer party.
I want ye to enjoy yourself.”

Mack plucked the
hand she was using to hold her blouse and flattened it on his chest.

“Is this what ye
want?” He slid her palm down his abs, measuring her response. Her entire body
went limp, a small exhale leaving her lips. She offered him a timid smile.

He smiled back.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He searched her
eyes while moving her warm fingers over his stomach until they found the silky
top of his thong.

“Lower?” Even he
heard the gravel grinding in his voice.

Hannah bit her
lip. The sight of her teeth gnawing the plump flesh of her mouth was far more
erotic than he’d ever imagined.

After a beat,
she shook her head.

“No. Not lower.
I’m not ready for that.” She paused, and gifted him with a sigh. “Yet.”

Yet?

So there was
still some gumption in her. 

Excellent!

“Then let me do
a little dance for ye. Sound good?”

She nodded.

“Before I do, I
want ye to let yer hair down.”

The unsolicited
words flew from his mouth, his lips betraying his long-held wish. But even as
the last syllable slipped out, he was glad they had. The tight bun Hannah
perpetually wore had bothered him from the first moment he’d met her. 

 Her breath hitched.

“Are you
commanding me to take down my hair?”

Commanding?

Should he
command her?

The notion
certainly suited the situation. He was the Dom after all. Why the hell not?

“Aye, lass,” he
said, releasing his hold on her. “Now do as ye have been bidden.”

Goosebumps rose
on her arms. A sly smile spread across her face. Without any argument, she
reached for the offending bun and pulled the pins securing it in place. In one
whoosh, the long, blonde locks tumbled from the top of her head and spilled
over her shoulders, framing her face.

The stern
schoolmarm instantly vanished. In her place sat a sexy siren, and Mack couldn’t
deny her call.

“Does this
please you, Sir?” she asked.

Sir?   

What the hell is
she—

Realization
dawned in that moment. His heart skipped and his head damn near exploded.

Holy shit and
fuck me twice.

My
take-no-prisoner boss is into BDSM.

The titillating
discovery shook him so badly, he struggled to keep from falling back on his
ass.

Mack looked
around the room, checking to see if anything had changed. It must have.
Somehow, someway, he’d stepped into the Twilight Zone. His boss had become the
subordinate, and he… the Master.

“Sir?” She
prompted. “Did that please you?”

He stopped
himself from blurting out, “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m the happiest man in
the whole damn state of Texas,” and then jumping up and kicking his heels
together.

Never in his
wildest dreams could he have imagined Hanna Armstrong, his prickly, uptight
principal, having a kinky side. Who the hell could have predicted something so
absolutely off the radar? And just when and how often did she let her freak
flag fly?

Mack willed his
body and mind to behave, waiting several heartbeats until he reined in all the
childish excitement flooding his system before he continued. He was the Dom.
Stuff like this was supposed to happen to him all the time. He had to be cool.
Stay in character.

“Aye, it does
please me, Hannah.” He cleared his throat. “Verra much.”

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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One thought on “Unmasked Secrets Book Tour + Giveaway

  1. Definitely a hot one here! Great cover, intriguing excerpt. Lot of surprises there too. Thanks for the review! Whew, I need a fan here.

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