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Kenzie
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?
Kane
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.
Rachel's Review~
The one paragraph that grabbed me the most...
Only in being vulnerable can you find true love. That's the thing about love. Anyone can love you when you're young, beautiful, and life is perfect. But true love is loving someone in their shit. When you can love the dark, ugly parts of someone--that's real love. When you can watch them be stripped to the bones, and build them back up--that's love.
Holy hell...I'm still drying my tears. What an overly emotional read this was for me...talk about a roller coaster. I went from laughing out loud to hiding in the bathroom bawling like a baby!
Prescott Lane can surely tell a story! It was basically a LIFETIME movie! Stripped Raw is anything but stripped down. It has all the key ingredients of a fabulous story. The writing was amazing. So smooth and cohesive. The main characters are all so well thought out. From their quirks to their insecurities, Prescott Lane brings them to life.
Her words draw out every emotion possible. From the laughs to the true-isms (that's what I call the tidbits like this one)
~Sooner or later, angry sex turns into angry housework. That should be a warning label!
and sooo true...when I'm pissed I do the dishes :)
to the heartbreaking moments where tears are streaming down my face. I sat and read this over the course of an entire day. I started with coffee and Kenzie, got on the elliptical with Kane, sat and watched the afternoon news through Tessa's perfect take on life, and cried for the first time sitting in the parking lot, picking the kids up from school...and continued to cry, hiding in the bathroom, with Kane, Kenzie and Zoe. I literally hardly put the book down unless I had to. It was THAT GOOD.
Kenzie and Kane are an amazing couple...brought together by laughter, strengthened by tears.
Kenzie doesn't deal well with fear...or compliments...
She always has to be the tough one, the one everyone looks to to hold shit together. I completely understand where she's coming from...
~She thinks because she's scared, she's not tough. But it's not fear that makes us weak. It's how you respond. Some people let fear paralyze them, or they run from it.
Kenzie ususally doesn't face it. She runs when she thinks it may take a nosedive.
Kane is newly divorced, and hot and sweet as any book boyfriend should be. I mean this is awesome.
~You can make a woman's day just by paying attention or smacking her ass--either one seems to work.
As amazing as he is...he's hiding something from Kenzie...and when I found out what-OMG I cried, but for personal reasons. Been there, done that.
This story isn't only about Kane and Kenzie (or Ka Ka). It's also about Kenzie and her sister Tessa...she's got stage 4 breast cancer and opted to complete her pregnancy instead of getting treatment.
So you go from a woman that literally talks to her ass, oftentimes begging it not to jiggle, to a strong mother willing to give up everything for her baby..and she does, since her husband leaves her when she chooses her baby over herself...talk about a rock and a hard place, there is no winning decision there.
If this story doesn't give you the "FEELS" then I don't know what will. This is the very first book I've read by Prescott Lane and she's gained a fan for life.
5 Amazing stars
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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 www.twitter.com/prescottlane1 and http://instagram.com/prescottlane1 or at http://www.authorprescottlane.com
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