Giveaway & Excerpt…Stripped Clean by Ellis Carrington

Happy Friday, everyone!  

I am so happy to have an EXCLUSIVE excerpt from STRIPPED CLEAN by Ellis Carrington to share with you all today as well as a SIGNED PAPERBACK copy to give away to one lucky winner!

Good way to start the weekend if you ask me!

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Synopsis:

Carlos O’Shea is stuck. He knocked up a girl in college after a night of too much drinking and then married her to be honorable. With little money, fewer options, and no degree, he winds up cleaning the floors in a small town gentlemen’s club and thinking desperate thoughts about the handsome owner that’ll lead to nothing but trouble.

Greg Moorehouse only invested in a nudie bar to help his best buddy out of a financial crisis. Now his drug-dealing ex-boyfriend, his reverend father, and a parade of surgically-enhanced DDs are driving him insane. But what’s really stripped him of all good sense is his growing obsession with his married employee, Carlos.

They circle each other in a push-pull of misunderstandings and growing attraction. Carlos needs to get his boss out of his head, and Greg can’t abide cheaters and married men. So what are a strip club owner and the guy who cleans going to do with their undeniable desires?

Please note: This is an adult gay romance, for mature readers only. Contains explicit love-making between two hot-blooded men, angsty dark moments, and cupcake-baking exotic dancers.

Excerpt:

 

Greg Moorehouse had removed the button-down shirt he’d had on at the start of the party, and now wore a muscle shirt that said “Staff.” It showed how fucking amazing his triceps were. One of those tribal tattoos snaked around the top of one of his biceps, the sort of ink that Carlos would have blown off as overdone and lame, except on Greg it fit. The band was classic and understated, but sexy.

Carlos had given up long ago on the kind of lean definition Greg had in his arms. When he lifted, he got bulk and more bulk. He stood there admiring Greg’s upper body right up until the man opened his mouth again to say, “Don’t you have a wife to get home to or something?”

And it had been such a lovely party. For awhile there, Carlos had belonged somewhere. He hadn’t been the kid who wasn’t white enough, or the Spanish kid who didn’t actually speak Spanish, or the inexperienced guy pretending he knew stuff. He’d talked to Paris about the new tablet she was thinking about getting for her husband to cheer him up, and to Shane the DJ about music selections for the club, and to Ricky and a couple of the other guys about going shooting sometime. He’d spent so long working his ass off and dealing with a wife who was alternately depressed and anxious and barely speaking to him. For a couple of hours he’d considered the idea of having friends, and it had made him all warm and fuzzy.

Now though, he stood in the afternoon glow on the back deck of this really gorgeous house. Damn, he couldn’t imagine having the money to live in the bathroom of this place. He stared at a sun-kissed Greg who looked even more gorgeous, and couldn’t imagine having him, either. The shittiness of it injected steel into his veins.

Carlos squared his shoulders. “You know, you’re right. This isn’t my job.” He headed for the sliding door into the house, handing the bag of trash to Greg on his way. “Here. You want to be cleanup crew, then by all means.”

They’d gotten along well before. He didn’t know what it was that he’d done wrong. Maybe back in the kitchen he’d stared a little too long at Greg’s lips, and he was pretty sure that awkward silence had been his boss picking up on Carlos’s attraction. Maybe Greg was trying to head Carlos off before he made a pass.

Carlos shoved open the sliding door. Whatever Lacey might be up to, he would not cheat on her while they still had a home together. With or without the fact that he was tied down, it would be dumb as shit to put the moves on his boss. Despite all the things his father had said when he was growing up, Carlos was not actually dumb as shit. And he was tired of being treated as if he was.

By anybody.

“I’ll see you around at work, Mr. Moorehouse.”

 

 

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About the author:

Romance requires a hopeful ending and that is why Ellis Carrington is driven to write it. She loves to create original stories that are gritty, witty, and a little unexpected, just like the heroes who inhabit them. Her guys come in both human and non-human form because spirit guides and vampires deserve love too. Her favorite things are great friends, great music, and books that make her sob like there’s no tomorrow.

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