title: Stripped Down: A Naked Memoir
author:  Stacey Keith 
description: Stacey Keith is a multi-award winning writer and two time Golden Heart nominee. In her previous incarnation as a mens magazine model, she was the most photographed cover girl and centerfold of the mid 1990s, a notoriety she parlayed into B-movie roles, Feature Performances, and many days off to perfect her writing. At the tender age of twelve, she played hooky from school for six weeks so she could write her first novel, a historical fiction about ageing despot Henry VIII and his teen bride who lost her head over another man. Literally. An avid writer of fiction, nonfiction, poetry and short stories, Stacey has a predilection for the offbeat, the bizarre, and anti-June Cleaver heroines. She doesnt own a television, but reads compulsivelyand would, in fact, go stark raving bonkers without books, of which there are many. She now lives in Calcata, a small medieval village in Italy that sits atop a cliff overlooking the Treja Valley. An artists colony that even the locals refer to as paese di fricchettoni, or village of freaks, Calcata is home to eccentrics, painters, musicians, and writers of all nationalities in addition to some pretty adorable kitties.
zlib_text: “WE CANNOT DO BATTLE.”
  “On the contrary, Mrs. Michaelson. I’m afraid that we must. You are one Yankee to best me
  beyond a doubt, for I could not leave this room were I threatened with Hell’s damnation itself!”
  Flashes of desire, like melting stars in the sky, caught fire and danced all through her.
  “Callie!”
  Her name on his lips was a caress. He stood above her once again, and still he had not touched her.
  “Think!” she charged herself to say once again. “I am the enemy! Vile, fearsome—”
  “Never, never vile!”
  She wanted him. Wanted him to come closer. And touch her.
  “Really. You have to go,” she whispered.
  “I know,” he said, and made no attempt to leave.
  Just when she thought she would scream with the waiting, with the anguish, with the denial, with
  the desire, she felt his lips at the back of her neck….
  AND ONE WORE GRAY
  
  CRITICAL RAVES FOR
  HEATHER GRAHAM
  ONE WORE BLUE
  “A stunning achievement … Heather Graham does for Harpers Ferry what Margaret Mitchell
  did for Atlanta. Without losing 