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Layers DeepBy Lacey SilksLayers Trilogy, Book 1Publisher: MyLit PublishingRelease Date: December 8, 2013Genre: Erotic Romance (M/F)Length: 318 PagesISBN: 978-1-927715-05-5ASIN: B00H13ZC4SAdd to GoodreadsAbout the book:He needs her to save a friend.
She needs him to plan her revenge.
Their pasts scar them Layers Deep.
Their passion distracts them...
...and distractions can be fatal.
Tristan Cross is battling emotional demons from the past. He lives in a world where trust is earned, loyalties are tested, and love is impossible. That is, until he meets Allie Green. She’s the only woman who can help him find a kidnapped friend and to top it off, she captivates him. All he has to do now is persuade her to work for Cross Enterprises, his top investigations firm.
Allie Green is a rookie cop seeking revenge and she’s willing to sell her soul to get it. With an opportunity to use Tristan Cross's resources Allie calculates her time for payback. As vengeance boils her blood she can’t keep her mind off her new boss and Allie finds it difficult to keep her employment professional. With the mouth watering Tristan Cross distracting her, she struggles to prioritize an undercover job she’s been assigned and her hunger for revenge.
And when you’re ready to give up your life to save someone else, distractions can be fatal.*Note: This book is the first part of a Trilogy that is designed to be read in order. Tristan and Allie will get their happy ending but not until book 2. This book contains a cliff hanger ending you will not expect. A prequel to the series which can be read alone is Dazzled by Silver.
Warning: This title contains erotic situations, and graphic language. Intended for adult audience 18+.
Excerpt:
My
feet pressed to the floor as the elevator lifted against gravity. Tristan
turned, facing me. His sultry stare bore through my body, and I felt my back
press against the mirrored wall.
It
wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to hold power over me; no
man ever had. I was a cop. A strong cop who wasn’t swayed by crying mothers,
cute puppies, or gorgeous hunks speeding in their Ferraris, offering everything
they owned and more. But I was also a woman – and to Tristan, my body responded
of its own accord. I felt my breasts swell and I wished I’d worn a dress with a
larger top: one that could hold the twins in better. Tristan didn’t seem to
mind.
“So,
what will two thousand dollars buy me, sweetheart?”
Even
if we were playing, I had a feeling this was going to be one hell of an
interview—one of the best ones I’d ever had.
“Whatever
you want.” I wondered how far he’d go, and how far I’d allow him to go. I
already knew what he wanted. My instincts were solid, especially the hormonal
ones. My body had secretly ached for his touch since he’d walked into the
auditorium. And that one deep kiss we’d shared in his car was like a teasing
spoonful of chocolate cake. I craved chocolate cake; and not just a bite.
And
before I could say another word, Tristan crushed his mouth to mine, possessing
it like he owned me, spreading my lips apart with his needy tongue. The hint of
scotch still lingered in his mouth. And at this moment, he did own me. Every.
Single. Piece of me.
His
grip on my wrists above my head would have normally enraged me. But tonight I
wasn’t a cop, and his strong and demanding fingers wrapped around my hands like
cuffs, burning me with a long-forgotten yearning.
The
force of his lips devoured mine, his tongue exploring my mouth. The few moans
that escaped me, Tristan swallowed. I had no room to breathe and found hardly
enough strength to stand on my legs.
He
let go of my mouth and trailed his lips along my jaw to my cheek and ear before
lowering down my neck, pinning me against the wall. Oh, God, he felt so good
against my body. Everything inside me twisted and tightened and released in
unbearable pulses between my thighs. I breathed him in, the oak smell of his
scotch imprinted in his skin and in his hair.
The
elevator halted and Tristan jolted up as if he’d just realized what he’d done.
He searched my eyes with his as if asking permission to go on. And for the
first time tonight, doubt crept in. He leaned his forehead against mine.
“We
can’t do this. I’m your employee,” I whispered into his mouth. But inside, I
laughed at my own unconvincing words, feeling the heat between my legs
penetrate my dampened panties.
The
open elevator door chimed the second time.
“Your
body says we can.” He cupped my engorged breasts, one in each hand, squeezing
them in slow motion, feeling their full weight.
I
held my breath, pushing my chest into his palms, filling them.
He
looked straight into my eyes. “And you’re not hired until the morning.”
This
time, his mouth took my lips slowly. The forceful tongue softened, teasing my
gums, and I couldn’t get enough of his taste as he guided me into his
apartment. We never broke our kiss and I couldn’t remember when my arms wrapped
around his neck and fingers weaved through his silky hair. Tristan’s hands slid
down my body and under my skirt, scrunching it up to my waist, and I felt him
smile against my mouth.
“You’re
prepared.” His palm covered the hand gun in a holster strapped to my thigh.
“You
never know what weirdo you’ll run into on the street.”
He
laughed, pulling the buckle open. Tristan set my piece aside on the table.
“What
else are you hiding there?” He drew his finger along my brow, looking deep into
my eyes. And for a moment I thought he could see everything, including my soul.
“Things
I can never forget.” Did I just say that?
“I
want to help you forget, for tonight at least.” The comfort and understanding
in his eyes struck me deep inside. But behind those deep amber-like gems there
was also pain. I wasn’t the only one hurting. Whatever had happened to Tristan
must have been bad. Perhaps he was scarred as deep as I was? Had he ever
allowed anyone to see what was hidden, layers deep inside his heart? I wondered
what secrets he held and whether he’d share them.
“I’m
going to fuck you now.” His voice thickened with lust as his fingers gripped
the lace panties on my ass. The way he’d said this so nonchalantly comforted
me. Like it was something we both needed and wanted.
A
fuck to forget.
“If
that’s what two thousand dollars buys, fuck away.” When I looked into his eyes,
Tristan understood completely.
Tightening
his grip, he lifted me up and seized my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his
waist, my arms holding onto his upper body. Tristan carried me across his
apartment, but I couldn’t remember a single detail about the place, except the
faint smell of scotch, manly musk, and Tristan.
I
loved smelling him.
About the
Author
Lacey
is an Author of Erotic Romance. Her stories come from her life, dreams and
fantasies. She’s a happily married wife with two kids. Lacey likes to make her
readers blush and experience the story as if they were the characters. Drawing
on the reader’s most sensitive emotions through realistic stories satisfies her
more than… …ok not really, but you get the point;) She likes a pinkish shade on
a woman’s cheeks, men with large feet and sexy lingerie-especially when it’s
torn off the body. Her favorite piece of clothing is a ‘birthday suit’.
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