Guest spotlight on Desiring Lacey by Erica Lynn

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Disclaimer: The following article contains NSFW content which may be unsuitable for some readers. Read at your own discretion.

It’s my pleasure to welcome fellow Loose Id author Erica Lynn to the blog today! I’ll be bound and tied in the corner while Erica tells you all about her sizzling new release! Erica, welcome!

Hi, y’all!

Thank you so much to the wonderful Roxanne D. Howard for letting me crash her website. She’s the absolute *best*.

My name is Erica Lynn, and I write books filled with yummy, erotic goodness.
I wanted to take a moment to talk with y’all about my new novel, Desiring Lacey, as well as give y’all a sexy little excerpt from chapter 1.

Desiring Lacey is the first book in my 3 book Fantasies Unmasked series, and it really holds a special place in my heart. Why, you ask? Well…

  1. It’s my first full length novel. Admittedly, it’s on the shorter side of novels, but it’s a full length novel nonetheless.
  2. It’s the first thing I’ve written that’s dived into some of my own personal fantasies. Things I’ve thought of or been curious about, so in that way it’s more personal than my novellas.
  3. It’s the first book I’ve really thought long and hard about. My other ones I whipped out for funsies, but Lacey has been a character in my head for close to a year now, and she finally led me down the right path on how to tell her story.
  4. While my other books have had a little mystery and suspense in them, Desiring Lacey is the first thing I’ve written where I feel like she could be any of us. She’s twenty-nine, fresh out of a relationship she’s been in since she was eighteen, and she’s on an adventure of self discovery. What does she like? What does she fantasize about? What are her desires? Who is Lacey? I wanted Lacey to dive into an unknown world (a world that happens to take place in a mansion where sexy men and women in masks can play) and find out what really makes her tick as a person. As a woman. As a sexual being. And boy does she find it… *fans self*
  5. And probably the most scariest of all… It’s my first time venturing into the self-publishing arena. My novellas were all published with Loose Id, LLC, but I’m ready for a change. So I’ve got my helmet and my sword, and I’m channeling my inner Maximus. Let’s do this! *insert intimidating gladiator roar*

Desiring Lacey is currently up for pre-order on Amazon at a DISCOUNTED PRICE of $2.99 (will go up to $3.99 when it goes live, May 3rd).

It’ll also be FREE on KU!

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Now for that sexy excerpt I promised y’all… Here you go! (Oh, and maybe go to my website and listen to my crazy hot playlist I put together for this book. Song #1 is specifically for chapter 1. Just sayin… ��
Chapter One

Lacey sucked a deep breath of cool air into her lungs as she knocked on the large, black door with an unsteady fist. A quick glance down the empty street told her she was alone, which made sense, since she was officially late. Most of the guests were no doubt already deep in the, um, festivities. She heard music drift from inside, something soft and sensual, but couldn’t quite make it out.

She wrapped her arms around herself as she took in the many mansions that surrounded her. The neighborhood stood in the ritzier part of Houston, the houses and grounds simply beautiful, and the one in front of her proved to be no exception. She looked up at the two story, red brick monster that towered over her and noticed a white balcony off to the side. She closed her eyes and imagined herself in a fluffy robe, a cup of coffee to her lips, as she watched the sunrise.

Her phone interrupted her thoughts as it rang inside her purse, and she hurried to switch it to silent. She couldn’t believe she’d actually shown up. Her friend, Stassi, had pulled some strings to get her an invitation, but wouldn’t arrive until later that night. She’d insisted Lacey go without her so she could get used to the vibe. Stassi had begged for months for Lacey to come with her, she’d been to many of these parties, but this was Lacey’s first time. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but after all the nonsense that had gone down with that fucker, Trent, what did she possibly have to lose? If he calls me one more time tonight I swear on all that is holy-

The creak of the door opening shook her from her thoughts, and she looked up to see a tall, deliciously built man in a black suit directly in front of her. She couldn’t help but take in his dirty blond hair, and even though it was too dark outside to make out his eyes, she could tell they were a beautiful green. The top part of his face was hidden by a black mask, but his chiseled face and strong jaw told her all she needed to know. The man was perfection. He stared at her for a moment, then cleared his throat and stuck out his hand.

“Hello,” she squeaked. When he still didn’t move, she placed her hand in his and gave it a shake.

The man raised an eyebrow and chuckled, then brought her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips along her knuckles. “Your skin is like silk, sugar.”

His deep and gravelly voice rumbled through her tummy as he took in her simple black dress, black pantyhose, and black heels. Stassi had said to dress as if she were attending a cocktail party, although she feared she looked more like she was ready for a funeral. Stinging heat climbed up her neck and cheeks as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth.

“Are you this soft everywhere?” he asked as he sucked her finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling in gentle circles.

“I’m…uh…I’m not sure. I guess so?”

“You are aware panties are prohibited, correct?” He reached out with his other hand and ran his finger up her thigh, his touch gentle as a feather beneath the fabric that covered her skin.

“I am. These are pantyhose.” She tried to hold her head high as she swatted his hand away from her leg. “They’re two totally separate things.”

His mouth curled into a grin as he chuckled. “I guess you have it all figured out, and as much as I’d love to stand here and taste your skin all night long, I need your invitation.”

“My what? Oh!” Lacey quickly drew her hand away from his perfect lips and reached inside her purse. “Of course, I’m so sorry.” She finally found the requested document and handed it over.

“Lacey Wilson…” He looked up from the invitation and into her eyes. “That’s an incredibly sexy name. Well, Lacey, come on in. As you were informed, phones and cameras of any kind are not allowed. You can leave your purse in the closet behind me. Feel free to try to sneak something in, but make no mistake, someone will see you and let me know.” He moved to the side and held the door open for her. “Oh, can’t forget this.”

Lacey nodded and accepted the dark purple mask he held out, then started to move into the house until his fingers curled around her arm.

“Sorry, but you have to put it on before you can go any farther.” Lacey shifted from one foot to the other as she looked at the fabric, then back at him.

The man sighed, then took the mask from her, turned her around, and slipped it over her eyes. Her body shivered as his chest came into contact with the top of her shoulders. Her breasts rose and fell with her labored breath as he tied the mask around her head. His fingers tickled her scalp as he fastened it, then turned her back to face him. “Look, if you want to take it off later, if you decide to go into one of the private rooms, you can ask your partner if they mind. But if they want you to keep it on, you have to do so, okay? People come here to enjoy a little anonymous fun. Lots of them would rather keep their masks on. I don’t want to have to kick you out, so please don’t make me.”

Lacey gave him a tight smile as she nodded, struck by the way he spoke to her. He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t roll his eyes. He was gentle. Sweet. She hadn’t really known what to expect when she came here, but for some reason, kindness hadn’t been it. “Thank you for being so nice to me. I’m nervous. First time and all. Anyway, I’m Lacey. Well, I guess you know that from the invitation. And you are?”

He simply stared, and God help her, she felt his gaze. It started in her toes, then crept up her body, inside her. It was like fire, licking every inch and crevice until her skin burned with need. Jesus, Lacey, the actual party is inside and here you are, all hot and heavy for the freaking doorman.

Lacey gave him one last smile, then turned and walked further down the hallway. The first thing that struck her was how cold it was. Freezing, was more like it. She hung her purse in the closet, then wrapped her arms around herself.

“I’m Cameron. My name. Uh…it’s Cameron. Cameron Jennings,” he called after her.

Cameron. Lacey turned her head and gave him a smile, then continued toward the music. She swallowed the lump in her throat as goose bumps covered her arms. I should leave. Turn around, go home, and watch a movie like I do every night. I don’t belong here. She shook her head against the negativity. No. I’m a twenty-nine year old woman who is desperately trying to find herself and build confidence, emotionally and sexually. I do belong here. Her mind continued its assault, but somehow her feet carried her deeper into the hallway, until she finally arrived in the living room. Holy motherfucker…

The room was quite large with gray walls and dimmed lights. Black sofas and chairs were spread throughout, and on the end tables were flutes of what she assumed to be champagne. The music played just loud enough to drown out one’s thoughts, and people were scattered throughout the room. Men and women, their faces partially covered by their masks, purple for the females, black for the males. The vibe from the room screamed mystery. Intensity. Sex.

Lacey took a shaky breath and concentrated on keeping a normal pace as she walked to one of the tables, grabbed a glass of champagne, then went and sat in an empty chair in the corner of the room. She crossed her legs and raised the glass to her lips for a small sip. As the bubbles glided along her tongue, she felt herself relax. The hardest part was the drive over, Lacey. Now you’re here, so watch and enjoy.

She glanced around the room, a little unsure of what she should do. She wished Stassi would hurry up and get here. She’d promised she’d be in right behind her, and of course, here she was. Alone.

The music changed as Lacey raised her glass to take another sip of champagne. She closed her eyes and let the melody and lyrics wash over her. The woman’s voice rang out over the speakers, scratchy and passionate, the lyrics deliciously explicit as she sang about desire. Hot, achy, needy desire.

She heard a movement in front of her and opened her eyes to find a couple had made their way to a large, circular cushion. As the man sat down, Lacey noticed the chatter around her had died, and everyone seemed to watch them eagerly. As the music continued to play, the man leaned back on his forearms and nibbled his bottom lip while he watched the woman reach up and unclip her hair. Her long, blonde locks fell down her back, and her hands roamed over her curves as she smiled. Her hips swished back and forth as she glided toward him. She grabbed his shirt by the collar, then tugged him until he slid down and sat on the floor, his head resting on the cushion.

Lacey swallowed as she watched the woman place her knees on either side of his head. Short bursts of excitement burst from her lungs, and her breasts pushed against the top of her dress. He’s not going to…surely not right here. That’d be…

She didn’t have time to finish her thought, because the next second the man pushed up the woman’s black dress, used his hands to spread her thighs, and buried his face in her sex. Lacey slowly inhaled as the woman pulled off the garment, her large and perfect breasts spilling free. She moaned as she ground against him, one hand supporting her weight as she leaned over him, the other hand between her legs, her fingers curled in his hair.

The people around her began to move, too. Some made their way to the next hallway in groups of twos and threes, and others began to kiss and explore each other right where they were. Lacey couldn’t have moved if she wanted to. She couldn’t think, hell she could barely breathe. All she could do was watch the couple in front of her. She’d never seen anything like this in her life. Typically she didn’t even care for porn, but the scene in front of her made her entire body tingle. She pulled her legs up onto her chair, and a small gasp escaped her throat as she felt her excitement pool in her center. A moan slipped through her lips as her juices leaked out and dripped down her sensitive, swollen flesh. Holy hell, holy hell, holy hell. She squirmed in her seat as desire overtook her. Her rapid heartbeat pulsed in her head, her neck, her clit. She wanted nothing more than to touch herself. She hurt so badly, she needed to touch herself, to make herself come.

She glanced around at the few people who hadn’t gone to the private rooms. A couple to the side of her, both still fully clothed, ravished each other in one of the chairs. The woman straddled him, and Lacey pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as his hands explored every inch of her body. With each move, her skirt slid a few inches higher, a little more of her thighs exposed each time. A few of the other couples were already naked on the sofas. Some had sex, and some simply enjoyed each other as fingertips ran up and down arms and legs, over breasts and along their sex.

As everyone allowed themselves to experience the naughty fun, Lacey’s thoughts continued to rage a war in her head. She knew if she gave in to her body and pleasured herself it would be the least shocking thing taking place in the room, but even as that knowledge swirled in her head, she still couldn’t believe she was actually considering it. This wasn’t her. She didn’t go to sex parties and masturbate while she watched others screw. And yet, here she sat. A shivering, achy mess.

She swallowed the rest of her champagne and put the glass on the floor beside her. She didn’t have time to think of how she normally behaved. All she knew was she was in desperate need of release, and with every second she didn’t give into the urge, her head pounded harder. Not from the alcohol, but from her body’s unrelenting ache. Every tremble, every shudder was her body begging her for an orgasm. She quickly glanced around, then inched up her dress and glanced down at her legs. Fuck! My pantyhose. Should I take them off? Just do it over them? Dammit, dammit, dammit…

“And that, sugar, is why you aren’t supposed to wear panties.”