Saturday, June 21, 2014

Strip clubs for women - love them or leave them?

When I started writing Iron Rods over a year ago, I had no idea there would be a Magic Mike 2 or a La Bare movie hitting theaters. No clue that E! would have a documentary on The Men of the Strip. To be honest, I didn't watch the original Magic Mike until it had gone to video and had invited some of my closest friends to come over for a girls night in (complete with martinis and junk food.)

I've been to strip clubs for women. I haven't been to one that was beautiful inside or had great (strong) drinks. I've seen handsome male strippers with kick ass bodies who could dance. I've seen so/so male strippers who couldn't dance if their feet were on fire. And although I will continue to go to strip clubs for women when the mood strikes or my friends drag me there (like they would really need to drag this kid...), deep in my heart I wish I could go to a strip club like the one Iron Rods sets out to be in the book. The book finishes before Iron Rods reopens, but I think what was envisioned for the club comes across clearly.

So here are my questions. Have you been to a strip club for women? If so, what was your experience? And, if you could go to a club like the one described in Iron Rods (after renovations) is that a club you would want to go to?  Leave a comment for a chance to win a book from my backlist. You get to choose.

If you haven't read Iron Rods yet, here's a sexy excerpt to give you taste of what you're missing.  Want another excerpt?  Go to www.IronRods.NET  Once you're there, be sure to ask for a FREE Iron Rods koozie.  Yes, it's really free. 

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Here’s a sexy little taste of the story…  
He’d be a fool to walk Tatum inside and take a stab at the chance to bed her again. There was no future for them. They both had to know that. Making matters more complicated, this was her home. If he did sleep with her, what would come next? Most likely there would be an awkward scene where he thanked her for the marvelous fuck and left out any discussion about business. Then he would grab his clothes and make a quick exit. 

He couldn’t possibly stay the night. Doing so would suggest there was more to their relationship than he wanted her to believe. Definitely more than he was ready for. Yes, she was incredibly sexy and strangely entertaining. And yes, he felt so much at ease with her that he’d found himself dreaming up excuses to be around her. But a line had to be drawn somewhere. He wasn’t the kind of man who involved himself in relationships. Relationships eventually lead to deep feelings. Deep feelings, he’d discovered the hard way, lead to heartache. 

Hadn’t he already had enough heartache to last a lifetime?

“Want to come in for a drink?” she asked. “I don’t have any Scotch, but I have cold beer.”

Tatum had to know inviting him into her home meant more than just providing him a cool beverage. Before they finished their first drink, he would have her shirt off and her jeans unsnapped. After that, he wouldn’t stop until she lay spread-eagle on her bed, his mouth attached to the little nub of her clit where he would let his tongue flick until she shouted his name from pleasure. 

Was he a wild beast devoid of principals and decency? No. He might not have been born a gentleman, but he’d certainly been raised as one. He needed to allow her a way to reconsider her offer. It was the right thing to do. Plus he needed a moment to think carefully through his answer. His dick might be ready to accept her most generous overture, but that little brain had a tendency to get him into trouble more times than not. Look what a mess it had already landed him in.

“A beer sounds great, but I don’t want to put you out.”

 “You won’t be putting me out at all,” she said, digging her keys out of her purse. “My roommate is in Houston for a few days, so it’s just me at the casa. I’d love to have your company.”

Bennett’s nerve endings sizzled beneath his skin. The beating of his heart quickened and became irregular. 

Damn it all! He shouldn’t be considering going in her place. Doing so was wrong, wrong, WRONG!

His fingers tingled at the prospect of stroking her soft tan skin. A light tang of waterworks already filled his mouth in anticipation of kissing her lips, sucking her nipples and licking the sweet folds between her spread legs. If his ramrod-hard cock throbbed with any more force, the damn thing would tear through his slacks. 

He wanted her more than any other woman he’d ever had the pleasure of having sex with. What did Tatum possess that inexplicably drew him to her? 

Bennett pulled the key from the ignition. “Then my company you shall have.” 

He would undoubtedly pile more regrets to his mounting list in the morning, but his body once again trumped his common sense. Tatum had given him a huge green light to proceed. How could he resist?

Tatum flipped the light switch once she opened the door to the townhouse. “Make yourself at home while I get the beers.” She tossed her purse on a table and then scurried off to the kitchen. “I’ll only be a second.”

Although the place smelled slightly of smoke, it was clean and contained matching furniture. Much better than anything he’d anticipated. The second-hand couch and stained carpet he’d imagined didn’t exist. He frowned as he took a quick look around, not happy that his father might be right. Perhaps he did have a tendency to look down from his high horse and expect the worst of people, especially Texans. He was proud to be raised in a family of means and have high standards, but he couldn’t live with being a snob. Mean-spirited bullies who were better than everyone else were the types of people he’d had to deal with growing up. How had he let himself become one of them?

Breezing into the living room with a longneck bottle in each hand, the flyaways from her ponytail framing her face, Tatum had never looked more beautiful. The simple V-neck T-shirt and jeans she wore accentuated her womanly curves. Red Western boots added length to her already long legs. 

To hell with the drinks. I want you now.

As she drew close and handed him a beer, he plucked both bottles from her grasp and set them on the coffee table. 

“What are you—” 

Before she could finish her question, Bennett tugged her to him and covered her mouth with his. She still tasted of chocolate cupcake. With little effort, he parted her lips and swept his tongue over and around hers, picking up even more flavor from her earlier treat. Lord, but he was an absolute fool for chocolate, not to mention this tantalizing woman.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and slid the other around her neck, then drew her tightly against the length of his body. Tatum groaned into his mouth and bright sparks flashed before his closed eyelids when her hip ground against his stiff cock. 

Without the benefit of sight, he raked his fingers through her pulled-up hair until he located the ponytail holder. Slowly and carefully, he slipped her long locks free. He repeated the process of combing her hair through his fingers, reveling in its softness. When his hand passed through the silky ends, he placed his palm on the curve of her back and then bunched the cotton fabric of her shirt in his grasp. A quick yank freed the T-shirt from the confines of her jeans.

Rather than break their kiss to remove her top, he lowered his hand through the slight gap between her back and the band of her jeans. His fingers caught on what felt like a taut string. Following the thin strand, his hand found the narrow cleft between two round ass cheeks. He stretched his arm and the tip of his middle finger as far as he could, trying to reach into the depths of the warm crevice, but met disappointment. He settled for rubbing his palm over one tight globe and then the other before grabbing a satisfying handful of the tight flesh.

She moaned, filling his mouth with a titillating low vibration and the delectable taste of sweet chocolate. His dick immediately responded by leaping behind his boxers. 

“Where’s your room?” he asked in a strained voice, tightening his grasp on her ass. After their earlier experience on the hard surface of a desk, no way he was going to fuck her on anything other than a comfortable bed tonight.

Tatum nodded toward a hallway.

“Take me there.”
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  1. I've been and it really does depend on the club and atmosphere. Would love to find a real Iron Rods

    1. You and me both.

      Thanks for commenting.

    2. Lisa,
      You've won one of the two free reads from my backlist. Congratulations. Please contact me at to let me know which story you would like. Thank you! Brenna

  2. ive been and i love um . i love the feeling of just a girls night out

    1. Hanging with girlfriends is ALWAYS a great time. Speaking of which, are you coming to the Wild Wicked Weekend? Would love to see you there.

    2. Jennifer,
      You've won one of the two free reads from my backlist. Congratulations. Please contact me at to let me know which story you would like. Thank you! Brenna