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Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Virtual Tour w/Interview - Unmasked Secrets (Strip Club for Women, #2) by Brenna Zinn

Unmasked Secrets
Strip Club for Women, #2
by Brenna Zinn
Date of Publication: February 17th 2017
Cover Artist: Croco Designs
Genre: Romance

From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Unmasked Secrets (Strip Club for Women, #2) . . .

My surprise and ever delight was the growth, depth, and length (okay, get your mind out the gutter) that Mack/Broc went through to make his on stage persona realistic. This was not a world that he was very familiar with but he had serious incentive to make sure he got this role perfect.

Hannah on the other hand had a different kind of change come over her for this read. Her professional life called for more structure and control. Her personal life she wanted to let that all go. In comes the Dom Broc, while at a bachelorette party she decides to take a little walk on the wild side. She finds doors open that she had not dreamed of opening.


I very much enjoyed returning to Iron Rods. It was fun and a bit exciting. I could almost feel the atmosphere settling in around me as I continued to read more. I found this one to be the perfect follow up to book one. It adds more to the series but does not require you to have read book one to make connections to the characters.

Strip Club for Women series:
Iron Rods – Strip Club for Women, #1
Unmasked Secrets – Strip Club for Women, #2
Trouble in Red Boots – Strip Club for Women/Hell Yeah!  Coming 2017
 




BLURB
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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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.”
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MY INTERVIEW WITH BRENNA ZINN
How would you describe your style of writing to someone that has never read your work?
Because I’ve written contemporary romance, romantic suspense, erotica and paranormal romance, I tend to flex my style to best suit the genre of story I’m writing. But there are elements to my style that stay fairly consistent.  I like to add just a touch of humor to my writing.  Sometimes, the humor might be situational.  At other times, the humor comes from the characters, particularly what they say.  Creating colorful, fully developed characters is also a part of my style.  I have a hard time writing until I know the personality of each character, how they feel about things they encounter in the story, and their backstory.  I like to make my settings vivid – I want the readers to feel like they’re there, in the action. I want them to smell the scents, feel the vibe of the setting, hear what the characters hear.  All of these elements contribute to my writing style.

What are some of your writing/publishing goals for this year?
I’ve got a busy schedule this year.  In addition to the release of Iron Rods and Unmasked Secrets (books 1 and 2 of the Iron Rods Strip Club for Women Series), I have 4 Kindle World novellas scheduled to come out before September, and the third book in the Iron Rods Strip Club for Women to come out in late fall.  My goal is to increase my readership and visibility.  I have had so many new readers write me and tell me they took a chance on one of my stories and were so glad they had.  Now they’re reading everything in my backlist.  Getting this kind of feedback makes writing worth while.

Do you feel that writing is an ingrained process or just something that flows naturally for you?
There’s a touch of both.  The stories naturally come to me.  My brain has a hard time not thinking in terms of stories and characters.  But there is a process, the actual sit in my chair and get words on paper process, that doesn’t come so naturally.  I’ve got too much type-A personality in me to sit still for too long.  Other things (like my gardens, my hobbies and my home) call to me, begging for attention.  When I’m writing, I have to turn a deaf ear to these distractions.  It’s very hard for me at times.

Do you have a character that you have been working on for a long time that still isn't quite ready, but fills you with excitement to work on the story?
I really do.  I have a paranormal story that I’ve started, but have pushed under the bed, so to speak, until I have my heroine just right.  Cahara is the heroine’s name, and she’s been made immortal to protect the sons and their sons (etc.) of Brian Boru, the last king of Ireland.  I don’t write paranormal often, so getting a chance to work on this story always feels like a special treat.

If you could spend one-week with 5 fictional characters, who would they be?
My first pick would be Merlin of Mary Stewart’s The Crystal Cave.  I’m a lover of history, and I cut my reading teeth on the Arthurian legends.  Getting a chance to visit with Merlin would be a real treat.

Then there’s Jamie Frasier of the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon.  He is my book boyfriend.  Oh, how I love that man.

If I weren’t married and wanted someone to keep me warm in bed, I would definitely choose Midas, from my book Touched by Midas.  In my mind, this half-Spanish, half-Angelo man is just about the sexiest man on the planet.

For kicks and giggles, I’d enjoy spending time chasing bad guys and eating donuts with Stephanie Plumb from Janet Evanovich’s One For the Money series.  Stephanie is a total nut who loves to eat and is willing to try just about anything once.  I think we’d get along swimmingly.

Lastly, I’d like to hang out with all the characters who work at Iron Rods, from my Iron Rods Strip Club for Women Series.  The story takes place in Austin, and there are some fun, crazy characters there.  And what woman wouldn’t want to have a few drinks and watch sexy men take off their clothes?

Where would you spend one full year, if you could go ANYWhere? What would you do with this time?
I’ve always been drawn to Ireland.  I don’t know why.  Something about the dark green of the rolling hills, the quaintness of the taverns and the good-natured people there call to my soul.  I recently discovered, through a DNA test, that I’m 25% Irish.  I never knew!  I can’t help but wonder if my DNA is what is pulling me to this country.  If I could go for a year, I’d explore, drink and try to find out where my ancestors came from.  I’d also love to have my mom and sister come with me.  I can’t imagine having a better time than with these two ladies that I love so dearly.

Can you share you next creative project(s)? If yes, can you give a few details?
I’m currently working on Trouble In Red Boots, which is an Iron Rods Strip Club for Women crossover book in Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle World.  In this story, readers meet Tegen, the daughter of Lyle Truitt, the strip club’s half-crazy owner, who is going through a bit of a ‘what am I doing with my life’ crisis.  The hero in the story is Chance, Lyle’s ranch hand, who has dreams of owning his own ranch.  Lyle puts Chance in a pretty tough predicament, and Chance needs to make some life-changing decisions of his own.  I’m really excited about this story, as I get to pull in some of Sable Hunter’s characters from her Hell Yeah! Series. It should be a fun, great read.

Thank you, Brenna for taking the time to share with my readers a bit more about you. You have a pretty full calendar for the year and I do hope that you enjoy the time and efforts you are putting into creating fantasy for all of us that read.

Thanks again,

TBJR

Author Info
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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Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Virtual Tour - Iron Rods Strip (Club for Women, #1) by Brenna Zinn

Iron Rods
Strip Club for Women, #1
by Brenna Zinn
Date of Publication: January 26th 2017
Cover Artist: Croco Designs
Genre: Romance

From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Iron Rods (Strip Club for Women, #1) . . .

Making dreams come true sometimes means making a sacrifice for something more filling. Texas native and dream chaser Tatum has one last chance to make her dreams come true before her time passes her by. She feels her height and lack of ready funds make her reach a bit too high. That was until she happens in to the Iron Rods strip club for a drink and a confrontation.

Bennett Truitt was seeking redemption or confirmation. He was not so clear on which one meant more. He was the son of the owner of the Iron Rods strip club. The club that took his father away from him. The father that neglected him at almost every turn. The father that had to pay. The pricing being the one thing he did love, Iron Rods.

Here we get our look in on the new beginning of the Iron Rods strip club for women. We get to see how this new awakening all started. We get to meet some interesting characters. Brenna brings us an assortment of characters that will make the journey forward with the club interesting to say the least. I am excited to see what comes up next for Iron Rods, now the new roster is set and the opening is nearing.

BLURB
During the golden age of Austin, Texas, women came from miles around to mix fantasy with flesh at Iron Rods strip club. But time moved on, leaving the club in disrepair and the dancers in sorry shape. Bennett Truitt, estranged son of the club’s aging and half-crazy owner, wants to replace the local landmark with shiny new condos against his father’s wishes. His Trojan horse is feisty Tatum Reynolds, his new hire as manager of the failing establishment. He’s sure she’s the train wreck he needs to run the business into its grave, but never underestimate the stubborn determination of a down-on-her-luck Texas woman.

After another rejection letter, Tatum stares fate in the eye and realizes she’ll never be a professional dancer on or off Broadway. Out of options, she accepts Bennett’s job offer to manage the strip club and is determined to return the run-down Iron Rods to its glory days, no matter what or who stands in her way – even if it means going toe-to-toe with the boss’ son.
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TITLE of Blog:  Iron Rods – the best little fictional strip club in Texas! from Brenna Zinn 

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.

This series, the Strip Club for Women 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. It’s the main setting. It’s the series’ foundation.  If you’ve ever been there, perhaps you can understand my love for the place I hope stays weird forever.

But there’s more to the series than just the place, so much more. The vivid characters who live in this series is what makes the books come to life, not to mention the crazy situations they get themselves into. When I drafted the plots to the first three books in the series (Iron Rods, Unmasked Secrets and Dirty Politics), I realized I had more interesting characters in them than the entire cast from Loony Tunes. This, as it turns, is a GREAT thing. Readers get excited about characters they can relate to and root for, and I think they’ll simply love the heroes, heroines and the secondary players they’ll read about.

The first book in the Strip Club for Women Series, Iron Rods, is available for order. The second book, Unmasked Secrets (which has BDSM elements) is out in February. There are two Kindle World crossover novellas that will also be out this year – Trouble in Red Books (part of Sable Hunter’s Hell Yeah! Kindle World, and Lone Star SEAL (part of Elle James’ Brotherhood Protector Kindle World). The third full-length book in the series is Dirty Politics, which will be out in January 2018.  Yes! It’s a lot of books, but you’re going to love them.

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Iron Rods is also available in paperback at CreateSpace.com

In the meantime, here’s a little taste of the story…when the heroine, a down-and-out Tatum Reynolds, meets the hero – Austin transplant from New York, Bennett Truitt. 
Watered-down drinks were the last straw. The wild concoction of emotions brewing within her bubbled over. The time for calm had passed. She needed action. Something to release the rage and hurt trapped inside. She’d had enough of being stomped on by life, and by God she would not sit still while this seedy little club stepped on her as well.

Tatum picked up both drinks and marched to the bar, fury feeding her temper. Something in her day was going to go right, and having a decent drink to dull her pain wasn’t too much to ask for. So what if Conan the bartender looked as though he could snap her in half. If he so much as blinked the wrong way, she’d jump over the counter and make him wish he’d never poured a drink in his life.
The bartender had his broad back to her and appeared deep in conversation at the end of the bar with another man she hadn’t noticed before. How she could have overlooked the stranger was a mystery.
The man looked up and made eye contact with Tatum. Out of nowhere, fire popped and sizzled through her, scorching senses that had been dulled by the oppressiveness of the club. For a mesmerizing moment, she stared at the stranger, unable to look anywhere else.
Black hair groomed to perfection, a handsome face with an honest-to-God square jaw and wearing the kind of slick suit and tie she’d only seen in magazine ads, he looked like a modern-day aristocrat. Some big shot who was completely out of place in a dive like Iron Rods.
Why such a good-looking man was here to do anything beyond strip she didn’t know and didn’t give a flip, she reminded herself. Tonight she was on a mission to forget her troubles and find some kind of satisfaction. If the stranger couldn’t help her in either regard, then he was little more than eye candy.
She plunked down the cocktail glasses. A harsh thud sounded as they hit the wood counter. The bartender glanced over his shoulder. His face still appeared impassive, though his eyebrows now arched a bit higher on his forehead.
“Yes?” he asked.
Tatum steeled her resolve and straightened her spine, hoping all six feet of her looked formidable to a man who probably crushed boulders with his bare hands. “If these drinks have a shot of pure vodka in them, then I’m the governor of Texas.”
The bartender said something to the stranger then turned around and made his way to where Tatum stood. Her skin grew cold as she noticed the hint of a grin pull at the corners of his lips. How could a person look more intimidating with a smile on his face?
“You saying I watered down your drinks?”
Though the music in the club was loud enough to vibrate through the floor and up her calves, she easily heard his deep bass voice. A tremor of fright added to the quaking in her legs. Scared or not, she’d started this and she wouldn’t stop until she had two cocktails to her liking.
“I’m saying there’s no more alcohol in these glasses than there is in the Colorado River down the street.” Allowing the full impact of her feelings to give her strength, she took a step closer and pressed her stomach onto the padded vinyl that trimmed the bar. “My friend spent a lot of money for these drinks and I aim to make sure we get what we paid for. So how about you taking that unopened bottle of vodka there on the back shelf and trying one more time?”
The large bartender’s nose flared and the muscles in his thick neck and arms flexed. Before he had a chance to say a word, the man at the end of the bar spoke.
“It’s okay, T. Do as the lady asks.”
The big man shot her a look that could have frozen hell. “Fine. As the lady likes.” Without breaking his glare, he roughly grabbed two glasses and dropped them on the counter before reaching for the vodka.
And just like that, the polished stranger in the fancy suit single-handedly shut down her attempt at blowing the steam she’d built up.
In a perverse way, Tatum didn’t feel appeased. She might have gotten her way, but pumped-up energy still surged in her system. If only she could punch a wall or kick over a chair. She needed to do something, anything, to relieve her bottled-up tension and lock down the pheromones that unexpectedly decided to show up to the party.
The good-looking man wasn’t making her struggle to calm down any easier. Over the stacks of papers littering the end of the bar, he stared at her, and not in a pleasing way. He appeared amused, almost smug, as though she had just provided his evening’s entertainment.
She pushed her attraction aside and allowed her irritation to hitch a half notch.
“Are you the manager here?” she asked, making her way down to the end of the bar.
He punched the end of the pen he held and tossed it onto an open file. “I guess you can say I am. Is there a problem?”

His tone sounded a little too bored for her liking. He might not be hard to look at, but he had pompous ass written all over him. “As a matter of fact there is. Have you taken a good look at this place lately? It’s a dump. The lighting sucks, the dancers aren’t good-looking and couldn’t dance to save their souls, and the bartender is serving lousy drinks.”
He tilted his head. “You don’t say.”
His prissy, holier-than-thou attitude provided just the spark she needed to stay ignited. “Yes, I do say. You should be ashamed of yourself and this place. It’s the worst club in Austin.”
“And yet you’re here.”
“I—” Tatum started, but faltered in the wake of his unexpected retort. She blinked several times, too flustered to speak. Weren’t managers supposed to be nice to their customers? Even rich, snobby managers?
The stranger stood and Tatum’s gaze continued up until her head tilted back. Powerfully built, he not only stood several inches taller than her, he dominated the space around her. Though he might not be as humongous as the bartender, he radiated a fierce but intelligent intensity that commanded her attention. Here was a man used to getting what he wanted.
“You think someone else can do better?” he asked.
Her mouth watered as she watched the play of muscles behind his snug shirtsleeves and listened to the deep voice that poured over her like warm molasses. Good Lord, the man was virile.
Not permitting herself to be influenced by intimidation or lust, she raised her chin and said the first thing that came to her mind. “I think a drunk monkey could do better.”
“You looking for a job?”
Her mouth fell open at his audacity. She might be fast on the uptake, but he was faster and better.
Perturbed, Tatum planted her fists on her hips. “You calling me a drunk monkey?”
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Author Info
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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