Waiting on Wednesday: Stripped From You by Marissa Carmel

Posted May 14, 2014 by Holly in / 0 Comments

I can’t wait for June 1st when Marissa Carmel releases Stripped From You. Stripped From You is the prequel to her Strip Me Bare which I LOVED! Strip Me Bare was already out when Marissa and I discovered each other and after reading Strip Me Bare I could’ve kicked myself for not discovering her and SMB sooner! I loved Ryan and Alana’s story, I loved their love for each other. Despite their time apart the feelings they had for each other never went away. They reconnected and once they did they faced everything together. Every struggle, hurdle, and good time was faced together. These characters are more than you think they’d be and you can’t help love them. But anyway, we found out how things ended for Ryan and Alana in Strip Me Bare…in Stripped From You, we get to see how it all began! 
Keep reading for more info and I have an excerpt from Stripped From You <3

You know how it ends, now see how it all began… 
Prequel to Strip Me Bare

“It doesn’t matter how many women touch this body, only one woman has ever touched this soul.”


Ryan Pierce doesn’t come from much, doesn’t ask for much, and doesn’t expect much. And he’s come to accept that, until, Alana Remington. Alana is the girl who struck the match that lit his world on fire. She’s the girl who opened his eyes to more. Who made him believe that just because you have nothing, doesn’t mean you are nothing. And he loves her fiercely for it. But, just because you come together, doesn’t mean you stay together. One fateful decision rips Ryan and Alana apart and neither of them are ever the same again. 


For five years he’s regretted that decision, but the deep seeded anger, shame and resentment has kept him from reaching out. And over those five years, a series of moments have spun Ryan’s world in a direction he never saw coming. A world ruled by endless nights, infinite women and the name Jack the Stripper. A world, unbeknownst to him, that may just let two severed hearts collide.


“So.” Alana slips one arm around my waist, and we start to stroll. It’s hot and sticky out now. The humidity is so dense, it feels like you’re walking through a sauna. “You’re an artist and an athlete. What else are you good at?”

“I’m a pretty good dancer.”
“I already knew that. Although you never did tell me where you learned all your fly dance moves.” She bumps my hip playfully with hers.
“I used to promote nightclubs in the city.” I tighten my arm around her shoulders. “Spent most weekends my senior year on X dancing the night away.”
Alana looks up at me very surprised. I just shrug. “I was a teenager. It was fun. It all stopped after high school.”
She nods, understanding my past is my past. I’m not proud of it. But I’m not exactly ashamed of it either.
“Well, I can definitely tell you I’m not the only woman who appreciates the way you move.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about every woman who drools over you when you’re working behind the bar. I see how they all want you.”
I laugh uncomfortably. “No one wants me. And even if that’s true, I’m not the only one who’s wanted,” I accuse.
“What does that mean?” 
“It means I notice all the guys who want you too. Sometimes it makes me feel homicidal.” 
Alana stops walking and faces me. She slides both hands around my waist and looks up at me with a huge, appreciative smile. “There’s only one guy I want to want me.”
I stare down at her rapturously; my blood is flowing so fast it’s conducting sparks inside my veins. “It drives me crazy when you talk like that.” I forcefully lean down and kiss her; a deep, driven embrace that’s so intense a shock of heat passes between our mouths and rolls right over our tongues.
“Ryan,” Alana utters my name as her chest expands and contracts, working hard to recover oxygen.
“Ummm hmmm?” I press my lips to her forehead, trying to contain the ravenous desire to drag her behind one of these buildings and have my way with her, right up against a brick wall.
“There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Okay.” I look up and catch the carousel lights flashing behind her and am hit with an idea. “Is it super important?”
“Kind of,” she says as I start leading her towards the colorful horses gliding through the air.
“Where are we going?”
“On a ride.” I smile back at her.
“What?”
I stop to buy eight tickets, then pull her to the merry-go-round.
“You’re nuts.” She laughs as we walk up the three wooden stairs.
“Just a little, but definitely more so when I’m with you.” I pick her up and plop her on a purple horse with a black mane. She’s sitting sideways, holding on to the gold pole with one hand. It’s late, so not many people are out, and almost no one is riding the carousel. Suddenly the music starts to play. The ground starts to move, and the horse starts to bob up and down with Alana smiling on top of it. Yes, this is exactly why I wanted to ride the merry-go-round, so I could bring my dirty fantasy to life, and watch Alana go up and down and up and down. Riding the horse, the same way I want her to ride me. She never takes her eyes off mine, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think she’s hip to my game. I can see the burning lust reflecting in her eyes as she kisses me lightly each time the horse dips down. I want her so badly I can feel it in every swollen cell in my body. Without any accord of my own, I run my fingertips up the inside of her leg, loving the feel of her soft skin under my touch. With her eyes trained on mine, I slide higher and higher until my hand slips under her little jean mini skirt.
“Ryan,” Alana moans softly, and it’s almost a warning. But she doesn’t stop me when I scrape my thumb against her panties and over the warm juncture between her thighs. Pushing my luck, I slip my thumb beneath the silky fabric and massage her gently. She closes her eyes and sighs, resting her head on the pole. I move her forward a fraction of an inch on the saddle, allowing me better access to her entrance, and then sink my thumb deep inside her. She groans, and the sound is so fucking hot it lights me on fire. Neither of us says a word; we just stare at each other immersed as I finger her slowly. Sliding out as she goes up, and in when she comes down. I watch compelled as her lips part and her head falls back, all while the carousel music plays, the lights flash, and the horse teeters steadily. She is so perfect and soft and wet. And I’m pretty sure I’m going to die of sexual frustration if I don’t bury myself inside her tonight.
It’s time to go. Right now. It’s time to fucking go, right now, with ‘fuck’ being the operative word.
The ride starts to come to an end, slowing as it makes one last revolution. I withdraw my finger from Alana and glance around discreetly to see if anyone noticed our little erotic show.
It seems we got away with our secret foreplay.
When the carousel horse finally stops, I take Alana by the waist and slowly slip her off the saddle, sliding her down into my arms. She looks sexy as hell with her tousled hair, flushed cheeks, and lusty brown eyes.
“That wasn’t very nice,” she breathes heavily.
“Trust me, you won’t be thinking that later.” When you’re fucking screaming my name. I brush my lips against hers, battling the God almighty urge that is creeping over my body. With Alana trapped between me and the horse, I drop my head and kiss her again. Hard and unapologetic this time; the sexual tension explodes around us like mortar rounds on the front line.
When we finally break apart -the only reason being we need oxygen to survive- I’m left crazed and thirsty and starving for more.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Alana asks with labored breaths.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to devour me?”
“Because I do. I am. Tonight. All night. Until there’s nothing left of the two of us except an exhausted hot mess. I’d do it right here, right now, if you’d let me.” I press my body harder against hers, the rapid, burning need scorching my insides.
“Ryan.” Alana grabs my t-shirt urgently in her fists. “You really need to know-”
“Know what?” I devour her again, unable to control myself.
Alana severs our kiss. “Ryan,” she repeats more sternly, gaining my full attention. “I’m a virgin.”


You can pick up Strip Me Bare for just $.99! 

Marissa Carmel has loved writing ever since a young age. She has a duel degree in History and Political Science, but took as many creative writing classes in college as she could. She spent most of her twenties bartending, which is where she met her husband and a multitude of interesting people. When she’s not reading or writing, she’s hanging out with her family, experimenting in her kitchen or doing yoga on the living room floor. 
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