Unmasked Secrets is book 2 in the Iron Rods Strip Club for Women
Series, but can be read as a standalone book. Hopefully you’ve already heard
about Iron Rods, the best little
fictional strip club for women in Texas.
If you haven’t let me fill you in.
Iron Rods
is the first book in a series about a rundown strip club for women in Austin.
At the beginning of Iron Rods, you learn that
the club is a bone of contention between the owner, Austinite and half-crazy
old man, Lyle Truitt and his estranged New Yorker son, Bennett Truitt. Suffering from neglect and mismanagement, the
club is in bad shape, including the shoddy dancers. Then Tatum Reynolds, a down-on-her-luck
University of Texas graduate with a Master of Dance degree, takes over and
begins its slow return to its former glory.
In book one, several strippers, past and new,
make an appearance. Book two, Unmasked
Secrets, features a masked stripper whose stage name is The Dom. I’d like to give you an
opportunity to meet The Dom, aka Mack
Garner. Mack has to keep his true
identity under wraps. When he strips, he
wears a mask, dyes his hair and speaks with a Scottish accent.
Interview
Interviewer: Hello Mack, if indeed that is your real
name. Congratulations on being selected as one of the strippers for the new and
improved Iron Rods.
Mack: Thank ye. And Mack is my real name. My accent
may be as fake as a three dollar bill, but I carry it off well enough. Dinnae
ye think?
Interviewer wipes mouth from the pooling drool: Yes.
Absolutely. Nothing like a good looking man with a Scottish accent.
Mack: The lasses seem to like it well enough. The
more they like what they see and hear, the more they like to tip. Ye ken?
Interviewer: Oh.
I ken, alright. So just between
us and everyone reading this blog, why the need for all the secrecy? I mean, really. It’s not like you’re an FBI agent or a guy
under the Witness Protection Program, right?
Mack: *chuckles* I ken what you’re doin’, Lass, and
it won’t work. What I will tell ye is
that I have a job where my work as a stripper would be frowned upon. And I dinnae want to lose my job.
Interviewer: Fair enough. Then let’s talk about how you got into
stripping. Have you done it long?
Mack: No, not at all. I’ve never stripped before, except maybe for
a few lasses I dated. And then it was
before I took them in my arms and had the kind of sex with them that curled
their toes. But I’m an actor, at least I tried to be, and as such, I have a
whole bag of acting tricks up my sleeve.
Interviewer: No stripper experience? That’s surprising. Didn’t Tatum Reynolds, the manager of Iron
Rods, make you the lead stripper?
Mack: Aye. She did. I’m as stunned as you. Clearly the woman has a keen eye.
Interviewer: *swallows hard* It wouldn’t take a keen
eye to see you’re an extremely handsome man with talent. So,
um, do you have a girlfriend? Any women in your life?
Mack: No girlfriend. The only woman in my life is my
boss and she about drives me crazy. She
has a stick up her backside that’s hard to get past. I wish she would lighten
up a bit. Get off my back and into my
bed.
Interviewer: Excuse me? I didn’t hear that last part.
Mack: *clears throat* I said I wish she would get
off my back and smile a bit. The woman never smiles.
Interviewer: Now that you’ve had a chance to meet
the other strippers, what do you think of the “Men of Iron Rods”?
Mack: For the most part, they’re a fine group of
fellas. There is one though that seems
to have a pretty fair-sized chip on his shoulder. Not sure what his problem is
– yet. But I have a feelin’ we may bump heads if he doesna watch his step.
Interviewer: Interesting. What’s this man’s name?
Mack: I dinna
know what his real name is. Dinna care,
really. His stage name is Angel. Thinks he’s the bloody star of the show. But
we all know who that is, now don’t we?
Interviewer *nodding furiously*: Yes we do. Speaking of stage name, what’s yours?
Mack: I’m The
Dom. Tatum has been saying that the
hot thing going on these days is BDSM.
What the bloody hell is BDSM?
Interviewer: Does she mean Bondage, Domination,
Sadism and Masochism?
Mack: Well, well now. I dinna ken for sure. Is that what that means? I had no bloody idea.
Verra interesting.
Interviewer: Tatum is right, you know. BDSM is extremely popular these days. I’m curious to find out what she has in mind.
Mack: You and me both, Lass. You and me both.
Interviewer: That about does it for our time
today. Anything you want to say before
we wrap up this interview?
Mack: Aye. My story, Unmasked
Secrets, is the second book in Brenna Zinn’s Iron Rods Strip Club for
Women Series. If you liked Iron Rods,
book one. You’re gonna love Unmasked
Secrets. But please note, Unmasked
Secrets can be read as a standalone book. Ye dinnae need to read Iron Rods to be able
to easily jump in to this series.
Click HERE to
purchase Iron Rods from Amazon.
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?
**Warning – this book contains BDSM elements, graphic sex and touches of humor.
**Warning – this book contains BDSM elements, graphic sex and touches of humor.
Here’s an excerpt from Unmasked Secrets. If this doesn't get your engine revving, then
seek emergency medical help because you might be dead. *grin*
Unmasked
Secrets
by Brenna Zinn. All rights
reserved.
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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Thank you for hosting me today. I really appreciate it and hope your readers give Unmasked Secrets a try. Cheers! Brenna Zinn
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