Genre: Erotic Romance
Categories: M/F with HEA ending
Release Date: December 4, 2013
Publisher: MyLit Publishing
Format: eBook (paperback TBA)
Length: Novel, 57000 words
Buy Links:
Goodreads Link – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18526375-layers-deep
Synopsis:
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.
Review:
Allie is working as a police officer.
She wanted to be a cop since she was a child...when she witnessed something horrible being done to her mother.And since that day, not only did she want to become a cop and she also planned her revenge.
And now here's her chance. Tristan Cross from Cross Enterprises.
He's looking for an employee for his Security / Undercover Detective Agency and Tristan wants her for job and for himself.
Allie wants that job and him too. Because she hopes that, once she wins Tristan's trust, he can help her with the revenge she so desperately needs to heal... her mother.
The second they see each other, Tristan and Allie are extremely attracted to each other.
I was captured from the begining! All attraction dazed me. I loved all characters especially Allie. She was so.. independent.I loved Tristian too because he was so ..one girl-man. But the end make me cry so much! I hate unhappy end but it's different from other books. Lacey make that cliffhanger and I cried more!! But other than the cliffhanger I love the book.
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.
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 dreamed 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.
Author Bio
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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