Author: Lacey Silks
Series: Layers Trilogy
Publisher: MyLit Publishing
Release Date: December 8, 2013
Genre: Erotic Romance
More Info: Goodreads
Purchase: Amazon US
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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 and 3. 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+.
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.
Q&A with Lacey Silks:
What authors do you think write excellent erotic fiction?
There are so many of them and each one has a unique style and voice. I love Raine Miller, H.M. Ward, Selena Kitt, Kitty French, Elle Casey, Sylvia Day…. …. this list can go on forever.
How do you judge what makes a good erotic story when writing your own fiction?
For me it’s the effect the scene or story has on my own emotions. Since I’ve written it, I know what will happen, and if those words can still conjure feelings I’m trying to evoke after reading it ten or fifteen times, then it’s a good story. I like twists, turns and pushing my characters to their limit. And if they reach that limit, I push some more.
Who is your favorite erotic author and why?
It has to be Selena Kitt. She introduced me to erotica. Selena writes pretty much everything and it amazes me how many titles she has published. Her stories are clear, concise and emotionally titillating. Everything you’d want in erotica.
What is your favorite erotic book and why?
This one changes frequently. At this moment it’s Tangled by Emma Chase. It’s written from a male point of view and Drews voice is so clear as to who he is. I honestly cannot believe a woman wrote this novel. His thoughts are written so well, as if it was done by a man. And it’s so funny. My stomach hurt from laughing while I read the story.
What research books do you recommend for authors starting out in writing erotica?
Every author should have an Erotic Thesaurus created by Morgan Hawke.
Another good one is Emotion Thesaurus by Becca Puglisi and Angela Ackerman.
I also enjoyed “How To Write Hot Sex” for tips from multi-published erotic authors.
An absolute must is “Be A Sex-Writing Trumpet” by Stacia Kane. It’s probably one of my favorites.
What advice would you give an author who wants to write erotica?
Best stories come from the heart. Write what you know and if you don’t know it, research it. The best part of writing erotica is the ‘field research’. The questions I’d asked my husband about male anatomy even surprised me. Sometimes you try positions to make sure they work (and sometimes you argue with your editors whether they work which makes it all the more interesting if they work for you and not for them). Probably the best advice is to read, and to read a lot.
What advice would you give a new writer just starting out?
Simply start writing. Write a lot, read a lot and your writing and storytelling will improve with each story/novel. Don’t expect the first one to be a best-seller. Don’t expect the tenth one to be either. Sometimes it takes a bit of luck and other times, a lot more luck. And sometimes, when you have that little luck, your first can hit that special spot in someone’s heart and fly on its own right away. Still, keep writing.
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?
I used to, but not anymore. My type of a writer’s block is called “procrastination”. If I really want to, I can write at anytime, providing I’m not tired. If I’m rested, there is no writer’s block. If I’m stuck on a scene I ask myself what would my characters do and then they simply take over.
Tell us something about your newest release that is NOT in the blurb.
There’s a cliff-hanger ending. I know some readers don’t like that, but it was the only way I could make both Layers Deep and Layers Peel (currently in editing) work. But, the release time between the two novels should not be more than 4-5 weeks.
Are you working on anything at the present you would like to tell us about?
I’m working on four separate novels and my day will depend on who wants to tell their story. I know it sounds odd, but that’s the way it works for me.
The first one is the last book in the Layers Trilogy titled Layers Off. If I disclose any details about this one my other books will be ruined, but it will have a happy ending for the most hated character since the prequel “Dazzled by Silver”.
The second book is titled No More Regrets. It’s a New Adult Romance and it’s still work in progress, but I love where the story is going.
The third one is an extension of My First, My Last: a short story I wrote. It has a lot of elements from my own life and it’s very emotional. I started writing this novel due to many requests from my readers.
The fourth one I’ve had three-quarters done for a while now and can’t get back to it. I know I will, because I love the story, but it’s not erotica. It’s a dystopian, post-apocalyptic fantasy under a different name. I’ll finish that one soon too.
What are you reading now?
I just downloaded Don’t Make Me Beautiful by Elle Casey. I plan to read it over the next few days during the kids swimming and karate. I can’t wait! I’m itching to start now but I wouldn’t get any writing done if I did. One thing I know about me is that when I start a book, I don’t put it down until it’s done. I just can’t.
How do you come up with the titles to your books?
They happen sporadically. Some, while I’m writing. Other before I even start to write (like the Layers Trilogy). I came up with the title for Dazzled By Silver when the book was almost done. I don’t think there’s a rule for coming up with the title. It just happens, like the writing.
When did you first consider yourself a writer?
It was a proud moment. I used to sell real estate and at one point I was sitting at my new hair dressers, I think this happened about three years ago, and she asked me what I do. I said I’m a writer without hesitation. She looked at me funny and then I had to explain in more detail. It was one of the proudest moments of my life.
Describe your writing space.
Ha, ha! Anywhere I can plug my laptop into. This includes and is not limited to: my bed, the couch, patio, swing set, my lap while taking the kids to swimming classes, on my phone in the car while the hubby is driving, my iPad, the floor, the kitchen counter. Ok, I think you get it. It’s pretty much anywhere. I change my writing spot often. I find I can be more creative that way.
What is the hardest part about writing for you?
It’s always about finding the time and SYBITC otherwise known as “Sit Your Butt In The Chair” problem. With an 8 and 10 year old, other things take on priority so I try to squeeze in as much writing as I can whenever I can. I love to write in the morning before anyone is up and late at night when everyone is sleeping. That’s when I’m most productive.
What do you like to do when you are not writing?
It depends on the season. If it’s winter time, then definitely skiing. I love to ski as much as I love to write. If there was a way to combine the two, I would do it, but I don’t think there is.
If it’s summer time, camping with the family – now that’s a place I can definitely take the computer or a book to the beach so it’s always a win-win. (unless the family insists of unplugging me for awhile)
What is the most surprising thing you discovered while writing your book(s)?
That I can actually write a book and I would love and my readers would love.
How many books have you written? Which is your favorite?
Under a different name, two novels and two novellas. As Lacey Silks, eleven short stories. and two novels (three new ones are in production). My favorite has to be “My First, My Last”. It touches me like no other story does, because when I wrote it, I thought about my first.
Are you a plotter or a pantser?
I’m definitely a panster, but I do usually know the ending of the story before I start writing. I’ve tried to plot but it didn’t work. The characters took it away in a different direction. I will plot a chapter or a scene though before I start writing. It makes it a bit easier.
If you had to do your journey to getting published all over again, what would you do differently?
I would have started writing twenty years ago instead of four years ago. And, I would read more and write quicker. I’m still working on that. My goal would be to publish one book per month. I know authors who do it, but I’m not quite there yet. I may be at six novels for this year if I really push it.
Ebook or print? And why?
For my own work, definitely both, but not necessarily at the same time. It depends on my work load because print requires a bit more formatting.
If it’s for my pleasure I’m more into ebooks now (especially if I’m reading smut), although I still buy print if it’s something I absolutely must have like Cassandra Clare’s Mortal Instruments series and Percy Jackson and the Olympian’s set.
What is one thing your readers would be most surprised to learn about you?
I was a movie extra when I was a teen and met Brendan Fraser, Ricki Lake, Matthew Broderick and the late Marlon Brando. I can be seen in one of the movies, as an extra on a train. (That was a dream come true and in my mind that’s deserving of a Hollywood Star – yes, I said in my mind so don’t break the dream) Having said that, I’m extremely shy in real life and if I don’t know the crowd, I’m that quiet person in the corner who listens to what other people say (Then I use what they say in some of my books. My friends found out about that the hard way;)
If you were stranded on a desert island and were only allowed to have five modern conveniences with you, what would they be?
Alone, no man, can the batteries last forever? I’m assuming my hands would be too tired from the work I’d have to do to survive so:
1. A very good, long lasting, vibrating, back massager (hey, what were you thinking?).
2. My kindle with everlasting power. It would have to be full of book too as I’m assuming there’s no internet.
3. A bidet – this one’s self explanatory. If you’ve never used one, do so and you’ll know what I mean. I love my bidet as much as my shower. And it could be used as a source of water too!
4. TV with Netflix and all the shows I love to watch (Gray’s Anatomy, Survivor, Game of Thrones, True Blood, Vampire Diaries etc…)
5. A plane full of fuel so that if I got bored I could fly back to civilization (yes, we’re assuming here I can fly, which I can’t, so perhaps a speed boat would be easier).
What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever done in the name of research?
We’re talking about erotica here, right? Uhm, I can’t really say because my husband would kill me. But it does involve watching and reading lots of porn (which the hubby doesn’t mind) and searching the internet for things I will never show my kids. The internet scares me.
Do you use a pen name? If so, how did you come up with it?
Yes, Lacey Silks is my pen name. It was actually the hubby’s idea but he said Silky Lace. I said: “That doesn’t make sense, but Lacey Silks does”. Why? Because I love lace and silk in my lingerie.
What was the scariest moment of your life?
The moment my kids were born and I realized I’m responsible for another life. After that, it’s whenever I get on a plane. You don’t want to sit beside me on a plane – ever. I’m the one saying Hail Mary’s with a seat belt on the entire flight. I will not even go to the bathroom and I will cry on take-off and landing. The funny thing is that this fear developed after my kids were born.
Tell us about the absolute BEST fan letter you have received.
A lady wrote to me, thanking me for writing “My First, My Last” (which is a free story by the way). She said she re-lived her memories through the story and all of her emotions from when she lost her virginity were revived. After reading it, she regretted that her first was not her last. It was the most honest and touching fan email I’ve ever received.
Do you write in multiple genres or just one? If just one, do you ever consider straying outside your genre?
Definitely multiple. My writing day depends on what strikes my fancy. At the moment, it’s Erotic and New Adult Romance (which is on top of the list) and YA (urban fantasy, paranormal romance and dystopian). I’ve started a mystery/suspense novel which I think I may turn into Erotic Romance as well. The characters in that one are begging almost begging for sex.
What is something that you absolutely can’t live without? (Other than family members)
My laptop. I know it sounds cliche for a writer, but it’s true. I’m adding to my will to put my laptop in my coffin.
Could you ever co author a book with someone? If so, who would you choose, and what would you write?
At the moment, I don’t think so but I would definitely be open to it. I just think I’m too controlling. I like things done my way but I also like to try new things so you never know.
Favorite place to read?
My backyard. After that, my bed but the hubby can’t be in the bed. Reading anything erotic with hubby beside me can only lead to one thing. And since I really can’t put a book down until I’m done, it doesn’t make it a comfortable sex session.
Water followed by iced tea. It used to be coffee but I really need to cut back so I’ve been slowly switching to herbal teas.