Layers Deep by Lacy Silks Book Blast & Giveaway!
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. When an opportunity to use Tristan Cross presents itself so does the
time for payback. As her 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+.
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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.
His lips felt so good and natural against my mouth,
just as it had when he’d kissed me that first time in the car. I’d dreamt about
that luscious kiss every night. But this was much better than a dream, because
his lips were warm and real. His bulging arms and flexing muscles as he carried
me so effortlessly pulsed under my body. I wasn’t sure when he’d laid me down
on the bed, or removed my skirt, panties, or even the top, because the next
time he pulled away from my mouth and I looked up, I was naked, in a faintly
lit bedroom, propped on my elbows, watching Tristan remove his jeans and shirt.
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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