Blog Tour Review with Excerpt: Layers of Her by Prescott Lane @PrescottLane1

Blog Tour Review with Excerpt: Layers of Her by Prescott Lane @PrescottLane1Layers of Her by Prescott Lane
on April 8, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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People always say it’s what’s on the inside that matters. If that’s the case, I’m screwed. On the outside, everything looks put together — blonde hair, blue eyes, tall and lean. By society’s standards, I’d be considered attractive. But f*ck society, I know what I am. I know what I’m made of. The recessive genes that reared their heads and created a decent looking package on the outside don’t make me who I am. What about all the evil lurking inside? What about all the other parts of me that aren’t so easy to see? Some of the most beautiful animals are also the deadliest. Take the polar bear, for example. Cute and cuddly on the outside, but it’s really a predator that will bite your f*cking head off. That’s a dangerous combination.

And that’s exactly like me, exactly who I am. Bad — and once you go bad, you can never go back.

WARNING: This book deals with the harsh reality of rape that could be upsetting for some readers.

A Letter to my Readers

Rape. Just typing that word makes my gut tie up in knots. And that’s part of the problem.
Because it’s so uncomfortable, we don’t want to talk about it. So it gets buried at the bottom the newsfeed or forgotten altogether, like the backlog of untested rape kits.

Last March, I released Quiet Angel in which the heroine is a survivor of childhood sexual assault. A few weeks later, my husband became gravely ill, and we spent the rest of the year (5 long hospital stays and 4 long surgeries) fighting to regain his health. As I sat in the hospital chair next to his bed night after night, I got messages from women about how my book touched them. Some shared their reasons, and others didn’t.

I came to learn that April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month. How could I not know that? just released a book on the very topic. Yet I didn’t see one post about it on any of my social
media accounts.
Early this year, I began writing Layers of Her with the intent to spread awareness and donate of April’s profits to charity. I was nervous when I started, and I still am. I mean, how much the profits be? Will readers assume I’m a survivor or I know one? Will I do the topic justice?

Why am I doing this? It’s a whole lot easier to stay silent. But that’s the whole problem, isn’t I work in a field, in the genre of fiction, that is mostly comprised of women, where sexual assault
is one of the most common tropes. And with each passing page, we pull for our broken heroes
and heroines to heal, find love, forge a new path. That’s all we want for them. We need to do same for the real life heroes and heroines, those brave souls who fight the real fight every single
day. So join me this April in making some noise to raise awareness, not only for the survivors
but for those who love them.



“What made you come for me?” she asks. I tell her my theory about men making decisions based on one of three body parts — head, heart, dick. “So which led you to my house tonight?” she asks.

“Let’s just say two out of three ain’t bad.”

Her giggle fills up the room. “Stone?”


“Don’t let me forget.”

“Forget what?”

“How good I feel right now,” she says.

I know exactly what she’s feeling. She doesn’t think she deserves to be happy. It’s a constant waiting on the other shoe to drop so you can prove to yourself that all the bad shit you fill your head with is true. That you’re bad, and that’s why bad things happen around you, or to those you love. Dealt with that myself when Tate got her diagnosis. Who am I kidding? I still fight those demons, knowing she’s suffering because of my mistakes. Self-blame is a bitch. Self-hatred is even worse. Guess I’ll just have to teach Campbell to love herself as much as I love her.

Yeah, yeah, it’s fast. But how long does it really take to fall in love with someone? A minute? An hour? A day? A year? For me, it took exactly one kiss. The moment her lips touched mine in that hospital room, I was gone.

Besides, what do you really have to know about a person to love them? Not a damn thing other than how they make you feel when you close your eyes at the end of the day with them wrapped in your arms.


Survival means different things to different people. No two people are the same, and each of us deals with tragedy in our own way. The journey to healing is usually a path riddled with layers that have to be pulled back carefully, to discover the inner workings of one’s psyche. In Layers of Her by Prescott Lane, we are presented with a beautiful story of endurance for two very different characters. They’ve both suffered, their past demons damaging them. Campbell May and Stone Delhomme may appear to be an unlikely pair on the surface, yet when you peel back their exteriors, you find a commonality.

He’s an MMA fighter, she’s a nurse at the NICU. Together, they travel a rocky terrain towards healing, forgiving, loving, and finally to living. This is a story of overcoming calamities, and doing so with grace. I loved these characters and its ancillary cast. There is one particular personality that simply stole my heart. Stone’s relationship with her was laid out perfectly, and it was nice to see that side of a hero. I fell hard for them both. In an emotional, well thought-out, well written standalone novella, you are taken through a gamut of emotions. Simply put, this is a love story about life, on life’s terms. This is a read completely worth your time.

Sometimes bad things happen. Sometimes, bad things happen to good people, but bad things don’t have to make good people bad.

“It’s pretty damn easy to hate someone. Yeah, it takes a lot of energy, but there’s power in it, too. Love takes the complete opposite. You have to surrender your power to another person. It takes a lot of fight to love someone and let yourself be loved by them.”



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About Prescott Lane

Prescott Lane is the author of First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, and Wrapped in Lace. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren’t enough happily ever afters in real life.

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