Title: The Naked Truth
Author: Lacey Wolfe
Publisher: Southern Girl Press
Length: 222KB
Sub-Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Stripping
as a Profession
To the average person, being a stripper
isn’t exactly their ideal job. Or at least a woman stripper. It seems there is
a difference between men and women who strip, but I’m not going to get into
that right now.
In my latest novella, The Naked Truth,
Abigail is a single mother. In order to provide the best life for her daughter,
she strips. It might not have been what she grew up dreaming of doing, but what
can a girl do when a man is willing to toss money at you just so you take your
shirt off. I would imagine in some ways it might make the woman feel empowered.
Instead of work deadlines, all she has to do is show her breasts and grind into
a poll, and money is made.
So why do we usually look down on such a
profession? If there wasn’t a demand for it, it wouldn’t exist. If the patrons
that visit these places weren’t willing to drop high amounts for a simple lap
dance, then it wouldn’t be happening. But the fact is, men love women and their
bodies. And women love to feel appreciated.
I’m not a stripper. I don’t think I’ll ever
be that confidant in my body to do that as a job. I would imagine the women
doing this for a living have to be strong women. Most people don’t even like
getting naked for their significant other, yet these women can get on stage,
under bright lights, and entice their audience. That alone leaves me with
respect for them.
In The Naked Truth, even though this wasn’t
Abigail’s dream job, she also wasn’t willing to take slack from the hero of the
story, Josh on her profession.
To learn more about Lacey Wolfe and The
Naked Truth, visit: www.laceywolfe.com
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It’s amazing what one can find in strip clubs…
Josh Carter gets the shock of a lifetime when he
shows up at a place of ill repute for a business meeting and sees the one that
got away gyrating on the stage. Abigail Reese—the girl with so much potential,
the girl that took his heart along with his body one night long ago—what
brought her to this level?
Though stripping is not what Abigail set out to do,
it’s putting food on the table and a roof over her daughter’s head. But just
how much can she reveal to Josh without risking it all?
When Josh causes Abigail to lose her job, she has
two choices: come clean about her past and her situation or push him out of her
life as quick as he came into it. It’s up to her…only she has to think of her
little girl too.
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Excerpt:
Abigail
removed the yellow gloves and went in search of water to curve her thirst.
Whenever she was stressed out, she cleaned. As she sipped the water, pride
filled her that her place sparkled and smelled of lemon and bleach. Now to get
herself clean.
Setting the bottle down on the counter, she began to
lift her shirt up over her head.
Knock knock.
Abigail
pulled the edge of her tank top back down. She glanced at the clock and thought
it was early for the mail man to be here, but he might’ve been ahead of
schedule today. Then again, she wasn’t expecting a package at the moment, so it
probably wasn’t the mailman. She stood on her tiptoes and peeked through the
peep hole. Josh. What was he doing
here?
Opening the
door, she said, “Hailey’s at school.”
He held an envelope in his hand. He couldn’t
possible have the DNA test results already. Then again, he had money, so
anything was possible. “I’m here to see you. Can I come in?”
Abigail stepped back out of the way and let him
enter.
“It smells good.” He glanced around.
“I was cleaning. I was just about to wash up before
you showed up unexpected.”
He grinned. “I thought we could open this together.”
She eyed the white rectangle in his hand. “That’s
for you. Not me. I know you’re the father. You were the last man I was with.”
“Before you found out you were pregnant?”
She laughed. “No, as in you’re the last man I’ve
ever had sex with.”
“You don’t mean…”
“Oh, yeah, I mean it. I’m a single mother. I don’t
have time to date.” He was quiet and she found it amusing. She could only
imagine the thoughts running through his head. “Open it up.”
He set the envelope on the table next to him and
closed the space between them. “It was five years ago that you and I were
intimate. And in all this time, you’ve never gone to bed with another man?”
“You’re still on that?” Men.
His hand wrapped around her neck and he pulled her
face to his. “Do you have any idea what it does to me to know I was the last
one to touch you?”
She shook her head. “What does it mean to you?”
“How about I show you? Can I?”
She gazed at his lips and licked hers. Before she
knew what was happening, she nodded and his mouth crushed against hers. He stole
her breath when his tongue swooped in and met hers. She reached out and grabbed
his shoulders, bringing her body closer to his.
Her body burst with pleasure, the same way she felt
years ago. His arms wrapped around her and lifted her. Her legs intertwined
with his waist. Josh spun her around, setting her on the same table the
envelope was on.
He ended the kiss, but only to begin a trail on her
cheek, to her chin, neck, and collarbone. “Oh God,” she murmured.
She arched into him as his tongue licked the top of
her cleavage. Her core ached to be touched. She wanted this man badly. Instinct
kicked in and she reached out, yanked a handful of his dress shirt, and smashed
her lips to his. Her fingers began working his buttons. Once a few were undone,
she slipped her hand inside his shirt and across his firm chest.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered before his thumb
flicked over her nipple.
Abigail gasped and then went back to working on his
shirt. Just as she reached the last button, she looked up at him and saw the
passion in his eyes. But then she wondered what she was doing. Should she be
doing this with him? She barely knew the man and for all she knew, when he
returned home, she may hear from him again. She couldn’t risk it.
She pushed him away and hopped off the table.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“We can’t do this.”
He came up behind her. “We don’t have to do anything
you don’t want to.”
Oh, she wanted to. And her soaking wet panties were
all the confirmation she needed. But her heart couldn’t handle it.
“I think you should go.”
“What about the results?”
Abigail turned back toward him. “Like I said before,
those are for you. I don’t need to see them.” She left the room for the shower
she had originally set out for earlier.
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Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words,
whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a
child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and
fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a
published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has
the time to work on making her dream come true.
Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and
daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.
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