Monday, December 31, 2012

First Footing is NOT a lost tradition!

originally posted 12.31.10

As midnight looms Auld Lang Syne, credited to Scottish poet Robert Burns, is sung by all. The song, with its universal appeal, has been adopted by people around the world as a way to bid a fond farewell to the old and welcome the new with open arms. Kiss your friends, hug strangers, and shake the hand of your enemy, all while sharing toasts with whisky.

And now the real party begins with first-footing!

First-footing takes place in Scotland and by some in northern England - we do it where my cutie comes from. It's a custom that has been around for a long time. Roots to this tradition go asfar back as the Viking invasions and have changed little. How it works is that the first person to enter a home after midnight has passed, should be male with dark hair and carrying tokens cementing good luck for the residents. A lump of coal, whisky and an oat cake are the most common gifts to offer and in return, uisge beatha, water of life (whisky), and food are shared, and then leave by the back door.

Sound fun? It is because throughout the night, as long as the chilled limbs can move, and one more dram can be shared, first-footing continues, house to house, party to party.

Have a good and safe holiday!

Friday, December 28, 2012

Still have that warm sharing feeling? I hope so!

Christmas is a time for giving to others, mainly family and friends, but maybe you have something left to share with someone ... a lovely woman who I've met and worked with ... who needs a little help with a brick wall to climb over.

I know what you're thinking: Tilly never posts a specific need when asking for help.  No, I don't, which goes to show exactly how personally this touched me and how much your help is needed in this case.

Visit the link and share what you can, every dollar will help!

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

There is so very much fabness going on with the NEW @ellorascave website!

The fabness [yes, I made up a new word] is happening with Ellora's Cave NEW website and I thought I'd fill you in on them, so here it goes:

Gift Cards!  Yes, there are gift cards for you to get for yourself to help make shopping easier, and to give to a friend ... all good stuff!

Search!  You can now just type in an authors name, book title, whatever, and search the website for an answer ... cool!
Domain!  JasmineJade was fine, but I am so happy to have it all as in all the imprints and boutique  are under one name ... ELLORA'S CAVE!

I told you it was all fabness :-)

Now that you know, head over and check it out for yourself ... start with my page and books!

Enjoy the new discovery!

Saturday, December 01, 2012

The Safe, Sane and Consensually Wild fashion show in LEATHER BRIDE by Tilly Greene is here!

LEATHER BRIDE by Tilly Greene
Contemporary Erotic Romance + Bondage, Fetish and Exhibitionism

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There are two things on Mimi’s mind—her lover Rick, and how he’s finally given in and bound her. Everything is wonderful until a mysterious trip calls him away.

Mimi tries to back out of walking the runway at the Safe, Sane and Consensually Wild fashion show, where she and her lover were set to model leather goods. She’s the muse behind the collection and the designer, her friend, won’t hear of her not modeling.

A misunderstanding threatens to tear them apart, but a fashion show could bring Mimi and Rick closer together.

WARNING! Leather Bride has lots of sex and some of it involves leather and toys. Here’s more of a WARNING: as the heroine has a thing for leather, some of the toys are made of leather!


Nerves and adrenaline ran wild through Mimi. A trickle of sweat slid down her spine and eventually settled in the small of her back. The day was exciting, terrifying and dreadfully sad. There was no doubt she’d survive the upheaval to her private life, but first she had to make a shocking and very sexual walk down the runway all by herself.

As quietly as she could while wearing extremely high heels, Mimi took a deep breath as she carefully stepped out onto the dark stage. In the inky blackness, she prepared to strike her opening pose. Trying to find calm, she kept repeating her goals for the event.

While acting as Armand’s muse and model, she was there to entice and surprise people who knew what to expect from his shows. She needed to encourage buyers to buy and impress magazine editors to put the ensemble both on their covers and between them. Then there were the fashionistas and BDSM lifestyle aficionados in the audience to wow and persuade to wear something similar to a special event, even if it was a private party. If she could accomplish what the designer hoped for, then her nervousness would be worthwhile.

In a moment of weakness, she thought about how Rick had planned to be there, participating in the never to be repeated experience with her as a couple. However, she was the person requested to show off her friend’s designs and she was alone. Unlike her usual self, Mimi was unsure, restless and maybe a little scared. She wanted it all to start soon, because she was sure once the first steps were made, everything would be fine, especially because of what she wore.


She loved leather and Armand had surrounded her in the material that helped her sensuality flourish and expand into new areas. It gave her great pleasure to wear and smell it.  The way it held her tightly, highlighting her curves, boosted her feelings of desirability. Add in a chance to anonymously act the naughty model slash muse and Mimi knew she wouldn’t find it difficult to have fun strutting her friend’s clothes in front of an audience.

Traditionally in a fashion show, the final model sent down the runway represented the designer’s piece de resistance in the form of a bridal gown. Times had changed, but her friend wanted to make the connection to the past once again, albeit to an unconventional bride. When Armand first asked if she’d be willing to make the walk as he’d described it, she’d been hesitant. Not because she was ashamed of showing her body, she was pleased with her real woman’s figure and its curves.

However, she knew the fashion world could be a cruel arena for anyone who colored outside the box and his show was further away from normal than he’d ever gone before. He’d instantly pooh-poohed her concerns and confided the audience was hand-picked because of their openness to the different and raunchy. After that, he continued down the path exactly as he’d envisioned it and added an element to ensure she wasn’t recognized.

Mimi focused on taking slow, calming breathes through her nose as the time for her grand reveal raced closer. She concentrated on how he’d designed each piece specifically for her and savored the moment. Her pussy clenched with pleasure as she inhaled the delicious aromatic quality wafting up, surrounding and encasing her body. The alluring fragrance from the leather, along with the type of garments she wore, had moisture building in her slit. Unfortunately, all it managed to do was remind her there would be no fulfillment from her lover later.

Each item she wore for the show left her feeling as special and beautiful as any woman about to walk down the matrimonial aisle, only with an added dash of erotic spice. The bride she portrayed and felt akin to freely chose to dress entirely in white leather. She was sexually vulnerable and ready to submit body and soul to her mate.

Time seemed to have stopped as she stood there in the dark, perched on five-inch stiletto-heeled leather boots. They smoothed up her legs until they stopped mid-thigh. The fit was perfect and looked painted over her flesh.

One of the more symbolic pieces of the outfit was found on her arms and depicted the real submission Armand’s bride and she both willingly accepted. From her wrists stretching up to her elbows were stiff leather arm binders, items worn often by people who enjoyed restrictive movement in their love play. Using five sturdy ties the two bands were locked together, ensuring her arms remained secured behind her back and unable to bend or move.

The position of her arms helped stretch her posture to perfection, which was further enhanced by the classic Victorian style corset of leather she wore. She loved wearing corsets, as they pinched in a delicious manner and presented her large breasts for delightful treatment.

The shape of the cups allowed her taut red nipples to rest over the hard rolled edge where they remained perched and eager for attention. Laced tightly up the back, she knew how the precise line of ribbons looked seductive and promised as much in the wearing as in taking it off. The end of the laces had been tucked beneath the bottom of the piece to keep them from disturbing the smooth seductive curves the leather took above her hips, over her small belly and straight across the small of her back.

With her arms secured behind her, Mimi was left in an exposed position. The audience would be able to plainly see what was missing from Armand’s design: panties. There was nothing to hide her tidy blonde curls, her barely visible lower lips or the dark crease splitting her ass. The lovers of all things fashion forward and outrageous were in for a real treat.
Copyright © 2012 Tilly Greene

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Scorching romances full of twists, turns and ties.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

A Guest eBook/Book Talk Day with @HelenaHarker and her Master's Submission!

Master’s Submission by Helena Harker
An Ellora’s Cave Quickie
When Bethany reads her Master’s note, she expects it to contain the usual set of instructions telling her how to prepare for their Friday evening play session. But her Master asks for the unexpected—he wants her to be his Domme. Bethany is terrified at the prospect, but she doesn’t want to disappoint Master. She’ll need to tap into her inner dominatrix if she’s to give her newly submissive lover what he needs.
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Excerpt:  Chapter One
I stood by the bedside table, where Master had left his instructions on a piece of red paper he’d transformed into an origami swan. Beautiful. A shame to unfold it, really. Every Friday night, he left me prep work for the scene he wanted to act out when he returned from the office.
Sometimes he made simple requests, asking me to answer the door dressed only in my leather collar and crotchless panties, and then kneel at his feet after he entered. Or he gave me more detailed instructions, where I had to cook a three-course meal, light candles, make up the bed in satin sheets and lay out the various crops and floggers in a straight line on the mahogany desk by the window. Master loved scenarios involving costume play, especially when I wore my corseted Victorian gown, and he tied me to the bed, ravishing me while I begged to be set free. Other times I draped myself in filmy veils and posed as a harem girl, shimmying my hips in an improvised belly dance. When I finished removing the veils, dropping them one by one at his feet, he played the sultan and demanded sexual favors.
I held the paper swan to my nose, inhaling its scent. His scent. I caught the faint hint of musky cologne, Fetiche, which I bought for his birthday. One fold at a time, I straightened the paper, tingling in anticipation. What did he desire this evening? Bondage? Spanking? A session with the flogger that ended in a frenzy of fucking? Warmth spread through my pussy as multiple possibilities spun inside my mind. Closing my eyes, I pressed the paper against my lips.
When Master wrote his notes, the pen left indentations in the paper. The precisely looped Ds and bold Ys reflected his assertive personality.

 Dearest Bethany,
Tonight, your task is to be my Domme. Do what you like with me.
Your humble servant,
What? Domme him? I didn’t have a clue how to be a Domme. I’d always been his submissive. We’d been together five years and for that entire time, I’d acted as his willing servant, surrendering to him, pleasing him. The roles suited us to perfection. My previous relationships were the same. I’d always been with a Dom, and never, ever considered any other role for myself. Being a sub fulfilled me.
I read the note a second time. He signed it Dylan, his real name. All the other messages had been signed Master.
What do I do? What do I do?

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Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Talking erotic research on Booked and Loaded + they have a giveaway! #AADSAV

Today I'm over on Booked and Loaded under the Authors After Dark Author Spotlight talking about Research for Erotica.

There's an interesting - never thought I'd use it - quote, dirty hints and details about the soon to be released Leather Bride [November 21st!], a Booked and Loaded giveaway from my backlist, and much more ... all fabulous fun!

Head over there and check it out, make a comment ... who knows, you might win :-)

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

NYC is a glamorous world and the pleasure found there is pure decadence... it's PLEASURED IN NEW YORK CITY!

Pleasured in New York City by Tilly Greene
Contemporary Erotica + Bondage

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After months of begging, she was wearing sexy scraps of next to nothing, tied to his bed and seconds from being taken. Mary had given him all the permission and voiced all the trust needed for him to bind and possess her until she screamed with satisfaction.

Any second he was going to strip her, touch her bare body wicked way, take her to heaven and she was going to be screaming her pleasure…any second now…

New York City is a glamorous world and the pleasure found there is pure decadence.

WARNING: This erotica bondage short is all sex!


“Oh, baby girl, you look so sexy. Give me your safe word. Let me hear you say the word so I know you remember it.”

“I trust you, totally, and won’t need it.”

“Humor me,” he murmured while running a hand down her arm until a fingertip circled around her armpit. She almost giggled and then the word he was looking for was spoken in a clear tone.

“It’s frost, but I know I won’t need it.”

“Promise me you’ll use it if you’re scared or hurt by anything we—”  She cut him off before he could finish his plea.

“Stop! Enough of this! Come here and love me.”

Richard sat beside her on the bed. His cock pulsed with need to bury itself inside her tight grasp. Leaning over, he pressed his lips against hers, testing the resiliency of her soft plump folds. Mary meant the world to him. When he hadn’t been looking, he’d found the one woman who completed him. He’d do anything in his power to make sure her life was peaceful, full of love and joy, and his lover.

It was only a year ago, he’d walked into a gallery in Chelsea for an opening and, with one look, his entire world turned upside down and inside out. He’d been left uncomfortably open and vulnerable before her and yet didn’t question the discovery. Instead, he went with the flow of unimagined power and the woman who brought it and this new side of him to the surface.

Taking her bottom lip between his teeth, he looked into her green eyes and tugged, before letting the fold go. Once released her lips didn’t close but remained enticingly parted as she panted for air. There was a hunger radiating from her that he wanted and would have after he teased it a bit further toward breaking.

“Do you remember the night we met?”

“Of course. I was attending the opening in a well-respected gallery for an up-and-coming artist who the critics were touting had unbelievable talent, ability, and finesse. She was everything they said and more. Her carved stone appeared so fluid-like. You were too handsome and so sure of yourself. Walking up and introducing yourself in your deep sexy voice, then offering me a glass of champagne drew my attention away from your other flaws. No doubt from the minute you saw me, you’d quickly determined I’d be an easy catch for a stud like you, and I was. Now will you fuck me?”

“Hmmm, so demanding and eager. You know how much I love that about you. So much so, I’ll ignore the flaws bit.” He could tell she was anxious for what was coming her way. Her body fairly vibrated with need and had already ramped up until she was seconds away from shaking out of her skin. There was no rush. He wanted to enjoy every inch of her body.

“How about if I beg? Will you take me then?”

Friday, November 09, 2012

Registration Drive! Bookie Award Voting! I'm talking #AADSAV people!

The Authors After Dark 2012 attendees nominated their favorite books, authors and communities for the Bookie Awards and I was one them - so exciting

Shifter Non-Wolf Novel of the Year
Blood and Silver by James R. Tuck
Croc & the Fox by Eve Langlais
Come Back by Tilly Greene
When a Dragon Lusts a Woman by Dagmar Avery and Charlotte Steele

Yah!  Now it's time to vote - actually those attending are the only ones who can vote, which leads me to the second thing I wanted to tell you.

The AAD Savannah registration drive is on and bigger than ever before!

The bestest readers conference is more than 50% sold and the organizers want to get that number up to 75% by Christmas.  How they're going about doing that is offering some seriously fabulous incentives.  There are such things as 2 VIP badge upgrades and 2 registrations for 2014 as well as drinks, books, meals and more with a variety of authors!

Check out the list here and then go register!

So, if you're already registered, then VOTE!  The polls have officially opened and ends on November 15, winners will be announced at the Bookie Awards Ceremony in Savanna, Georgia in August 2013.

The Authors After Dark 2013 con will be held in Savannah, GA and registration is now open.

Looking forward to seeing you there and talking BOOKS!

Tuesday, November 06, 2012

An erotica vampirish TASTE FOR BLOOD in Whitby England - home of Dracula!

TASTE FOR BLOOD by Tilly Greene
Light Vampire Erotica + Blood Lust and Piercing

eBook available from All Romance|Amazon|BN|Smashwords

People visit Whitby to enjoy an old English seaside town, eat fish and chips and possibly see a vampire or two.  Ella lives there and is hunting a fake vamp that uses a famous young adult book series to ruin many young girls’ lives.  One night a man she’s been watching shows his true colors and she puts her plan for revenge into action.  Everything was in place for an anonymous act until an unpredicted twist flips things on their head.  With only seconds to decide, she’s forced to make changes and ends up getting something she hadn’t bargained for—a sexy man who wants nothing except her body.

Revenge is sweet, but is a night of wild sex too high a price to pay for murder?

WARNING:  Slightly gruesome erotica with sex during and after killing, plus a bit of blood lust, self-pleasure and a seriously sexy piercing.


Whitby, North Yorkshire

“Are you really a vampire?”  Ella placed dirty pint glasses into hot water and began cleaning them.  There was nothing glamorous about being a bartender, but it was a job in a town that claimed vampires were real.

She posed the question to her co-worker that night.  Josh was young with a massive ego due to good looks.  Actually, he was hot, which had the make-me, take-me, turn me into a vamp set seeking him out in hopes for a night of wicked sex.  She wasn’t one of them, but was curious about his claim to fame.

“Sure am, and well over a thousand years old.  Don’t I look fucking great for an old codger?”  His flexing arm muscle was hard to miss in the tight t-shirt he wore.  He placed a kiss on the bulging bicep while wiggling his eyebrows at her in invitation.  She couldn’t hold back her laughter his actions brought bursting from her lips.

“Sexy as sin and ready to claim a pet,” she said while returning cleaned glasses to the rack.  She’d dropped the pet reference nonchalantly to see how much he actually knew about vampires and he’d passed right over it.

“So, you’re ready to be my dinner tonight?  I have a collar waiting for you to wear.  You’ll look fucking hot with it on, and nothing else.  It’s leather and full of d-rings.  I’ll hook you to the wall and keep you steady for me to fuck and suck dry.”  Josh whispered how he wanted to possess her body as he slowly stroked a finger down her exposed neck.

Ella shivered at his touch and turned toward the shout from a delegate for the hen night crowd that had taken up the far corner of the pub.  There were about fifteen ladies, aged from eighteen to sixty, wearing matching t-shirts stating they were attending the bride’s Last Stand.  One had obviously come forward for another round.

“What can I get you?”  She wiped down the bar and waited to hear the order.

“Twelve Bloody shots, two with an added Barbed,” the woman shouted over the noise.  The pub was busy, but not so loud that she’d needed to holler.  Looking at her closely, Ella guessed she was somewhat sober and the eldest.

“How are the ladies holding up?” she asked while pulling out the required glasses and lining them up across the bar.  After filling them with ice cubes, she started measuring two ounces of cranberry vodka and a splash of both orange and lime juice.

“They’re drunk, so these are the last.  I can’t handle the modern day hen night.  Mine was a couple glasses of wine at our local the night before, not a weekend away spent getting wrecked.”  The customer laughed and then helped her put the glasses on a tray.

“I’ll carry the tray, if you wouldn’t mind taking these two so we can keep them separate,” Ella suggested while pouring an ounce of Absinthe in the two glasses she’d set aside.  Whoever ordered the two Barbed cocktails was in for a nasty headaches in the morning and, hopefully, nothing else.

The corner was raucously loud, full of talk about sex and the boyfriends, husbands, and a soon-to-be husband they were doing it with.  There were plenty of dirty details shared that Ella found hard to believe actually took place.  The ladies were probably more vanilla in the bedroom than kinky, which Ella personally preferred.

After handing out the drinks, she started back to the bar when one of the girls chased her down for a private word.  She thought the young woman was going to order another round of drinks and tried to think of a way to say no. Except for Grandma, the entire group was a drink beyond over served.

“The bloke behind the counter, is he available?  You see, my friend, the bride-to-be, is totally hot for him and, well, you know how it is.  She wants a last shag before the ring goes on for good.  We heard down in Leeds about a guy in Whitby who has a sexy bite that leaves you weak and a pierced willy that’s totally wicked to ride.  That’s fucking hot.”

Oh boy, that was not what she’d expected the other woman to say. It wasn’t going to happen.

“No, sorry, he’s with me,” she confided with a wink and went back to the bar.  She picked up glasses as she made her way through the room.  Stopping at a few tables, she chatted with the locals she’d befriended during her short time at the pub.

“Would you like another, Sean?  Last call is coming up.”

“Thank you, Ella.”  It was dark inside the pub and she tried to catch a glimpse of his face, but couldn’t see much.  The man was a mystery to her in many ways, which was odd since she could usually read anyone.  No, Sean was a slate wall of sorts.  Cool, hard and smooth, but everyone had a weak spot and he was hers.

Monday, November 05, 2012

Remember, remember the fifth of November - its time for this old ditty!

It's Guy Fawkes Day and the cutie is wearing his Englishness proudly!  Here's the ditty for this holiday ... the whole dirty lot!  Now grab some parkin, a pint of fine English ale, stack some branches for a wee bonfire [ours all blew away thanks to 'Sandy'] and sing along:

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,'twas his intent
to blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow:
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!

A penny loaf to feed the Pope.
A farthing o' cheese to choke him.
A pint of beer to rinse it down.
A faggot of sticks to burn him.
Burn him in a tub of tar.
Burn him like a blazing star.
Burn his body from his head.
Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead.
Hip hip hoorah!
Hip hip hoorah!

November 5th is Bonfire night, a British celebration remembering the Gunpowder Plot of 1605. A group of English Roman Catholics organized and came up with a plan to destroy tyrannical rule by King James I of England and the Protestant Aristocracy. Guy Fawkes was the man chosen to blow up the Palace of Westminster [or the Houses of Parliament] but he was caught before this happened. After being tortured, he and other conspirators were found guilty of treason, they were hung, drawn and quartered. Apparently Fawkes escaped the hanging by getting free and jumping from the scaffolding and broke his neck. After that, he was still drawn and quartered.
Have a fabulous Bonfire Night!

Thursday, October 25, 2012

It's Thirsty Thursday and J Paulette Forshey has a stew on offer!

J. Paulette Forshey when not combining alcohol and chocolate in the kitchen is busy writing about romance and sex in the bedroom, and a few other places. Her latest release A Tango Trinity is a multicultural ménage wrapped around the professional world of tango. Her characters when not doing the tango are fond of items like Paulette’s Decadent Raspberry Devil’s Food Cupcakes, and comfort food like Irena’s Baba Traraso’s Chicken Stew. Baba Traraso and Paulette like to pair their chicken stew with a Woodbridge Cabernet Sauvignon by Robert Mondavi. The wine has a nice woodsy taste that brings out and compliments the tomato, basil, thyme, chicken and other flavors of the stew. In addition it goes nice with the Hickory Smoked cheddar they sprinkle on the stew right before serving.

Paulette combines her love of food, sexy alpha heroes, a lucky heroine, and an ornery grandmother with four of her favorite recipes in A Tango Trinity.

Irena Traraso, a petite, dark-haired Russian, was a rising competitive American Tango dancer. She and her partner, Vladimir Markrava, were tearing up the opposition at the World Tango dance contest. Until Vladimir’s jealous girlfriend, Anna, had Irena attacked moments before stepping onto the stage. Irena's dreams, confidence, and body were shattered.

Josh Sarchet, a Quarter horse rancher, had two left feet, but he could appreciate the ballroom dancing class from the wings. Watching a dancer practicing in the banquet room of his favorite eatery became one of his favorite past times. And the attraction began to burn. When Irena is injured, he takes her home to his ranch in Ohio to heal more than just her body but her soul as well.

Neyen Delgado loved dance but became disillusioned by the backstabbing and petty politics ramped in the professional Argentine dance world. He relocated to a small Ohio town to teach eager students and perhaps reclaim his passion for the art.

Irena wants to hide from life; Josh wants Irena to live life again, and he knows Neyen is the connection for all three of them to become whole again.

BaBa Traraso’s (okay, really Paulette’s) Chicken Stew

2 tablespoons olive oil
1 or 2 stalks celery, cut into bite-size pieces
2 carrots, peeled, cut into bite-size pieces
1 small onion, chopped
Salt and freshly ground black pepper (see note about salt below)
2 (14 1/2-ounce) cans chopped tomatoes
2 (14-ounce) cans low-salt chicken broth
1/2 cup fresh basil leaves, torn into pieces (or ¼ cup or less of dried)
2 tablespoons tomato paste
2 bay leaves
1/2 teaspoon dried thyme leaves
4 chicken breast with ribs (about 1 1/2 pounds total)
1 (15-ounce) can organic kidney beans, drained (rinsed if not organic)
2 (15-ounce) cans of diced potatoes
1 (15-ounce) can of corn

Serving suggestion: Honey Wheat Crusty Bread or Lemon Rosemary Zucchini Bread (recipes in A Tango Trinity

Heat the oil in a heavy 5 1/2-quart saucepan over medium heat. Add the celery, carrot, potatoes, and onion. Sauté the vegetables until the onion is translucent, about 5 minutes. Season with salt and pepper, to taste. Stir in the tomatoes with their juices, chicken broth, basil, tomato paste, bay leaf, and thyme. Add the chicken breasts; press to submerge.

Bring the cooking liquid to a simmer. Reduce the heat to medium-low and simmer gently uncovered until the chicken is almost cooked through, turning the chicken breasts over and stirring the mixture occasionally, about 25 minutes. Using tongs transfer the chicken breasts to a work surface and cool for 5 minutes. Discard the bay leaves. Add the kidney beans to the pot and simmer until the liquid has reduced into a stew consistency, about 10 minutes.

Discard the skin and bones from the chicken breasts. Shred or cut the chicken into bite- size pieces. Return the chicken meat to the stew. Bring the stew just to a simmer. Season with salt and pepper, to taste. (We don’t add any salt, for us the ingredients provide that.)

Ladle the stew into serving bowls and serve with the bread. Grated cheese can be added as a garnish before placing on table (Hickory Smoked is our favorite).

Makes six or more servings, depending on the bowl size. Great frozen and reheated later, too!

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Thursday, October 18, 2012

Have a Naughty Coffee with #AReCooks @Sabrina_York on this Thirsty Thursday!

Naughty Coffee with Sabrina York

The cooling weather has me remembering the delicious cinnamon rolls that my mom would make on a chilly fall morning. This was my contribution to the Passionate Cooks cookbook, available for free from All Romance eBooks. I adore the smell of bread baking, and the cinnamon and spices make my mouth water.

But you can’t just eat these steamy cinnamon rolls naked. Well, you can eat them naked. But you can’t eat them naked and alone.

Here’s my suggestion for a super delicious companion beverage.

Naughty Coffee
1 ½ cup steaming coffee
1 ounce marshmallow flavored vodka
3 ounces of Irish cream
Generous mound of whipped cream
A tiny sprinkle of pumpkin spice


If you are hankering for an early Halloween, check you’re my latest erotic release, Trickery, a tale of witches and warlocks and sexy magical domination.

Though seducing a mortal is expressly forbidden, novice witch Willow Ostreth wants Austin. Bad. Unbeknownst to Willow, Austin—the glorious, delicious specimen who makes her heart pound and her body weep—is no mere mortal. He’s really Damien DeWinter, a powerful warlock, a man determined to lure Willow—and bind her—to his bed.

When the luscious Willow breaks the rules and uses her magic to ensnare him, Damien—rebel, renegade, outcast from the Witching World—figures he has carte blanche to pursue her and seduce her using any means possible. And his arsenal is vast.

What neither of them realizes as they tempt and torment each other with pleasure is that there’s a greater magic at work here. One that could bind them together, forever.

Check it out, or read an excerpt:

Visit Sabrina York at

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Thirsty Thursday is showcasing #AReCooks @SharonKleve and her Mouth Watering Blackberry Margarita - yum!

Sharon Kleve, when not getting busy in the kitchen is writing The Corny Myer's Series and releasing the third book Klutzy Love.

Corny is a hot chick with a great job that she loves. All that changed in the blink of an eye when her boss had an accident involving an oversized rubber band. She’s still a hot chick, but her boss is dead.

Steve Spears is a seasoned narcotics cop who ends up wanting to strangle Corny on a regular basis. After finding out Corny’s dream of opening a pet detective business, he decides he doesn’t want a girlfriend who routinely puts herself in danger. That’s his job!

Corny misses Steve, but she’s getting on with her life. She decides to get a month’s worth of dating out of the way in a single night, by combining her three favorite things—men, food, and alcohol.

Steve’s big gun and cop’s intuition saves Corny’s life, but not from another trip to the emergency room. He makes Corny promise never to get hurt again—she agreed, but has her fingers crossed behind her back.

Mouth Watering Blackberry Margarita from Sharon Kleve
12 oz. Agave Tequila
6 oz. fresh squeezed lime juice
3 oz Agave nectar
3 oz water
¼ cup blackberries, frozen will work if they're not in season.
A pinch of rock salt

Shake vigorously and pour over crushed ice.

Makes about 6 servings, depending on the glass size

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Tuesday, October 09, 2012

Books I have coming out very soon are a big mix of HOT PASSION!

Taste for Blood is short, hot and bloody - and I say that not just because it takes place in England!

People visit Whitby to enjoy an old English seaside town, eat fish and chips and possibly see a vampire or two. Ella lives there and is hunting a fake vamp that uses a famous book series to ruin many young girls’ lives. One night a man she’s been watching shows his true colors and she puts her plan for revenge into action. Everything was in place for an anonymous act except an unpredicted twist that flips things on their head. With only seconds to decide, she’s forced to make changes and ends up getting something she hadn’t bargained for—a sexy man who wants nothing except her body.

Revenge is sweet, but is a night of wild sex too high a cost for vengeance?

Leather Bride is a scorching novella that traces a path filled with a fashion forward woman and her love of leather, bondage and Mr Right for her!

There are two things on Mimi St. John’s mind. Her lover and how he’s finally given her exactly what wanted: to be bound and taken. Everything was wonderful until she wakes up to find he’s left days before they were to share the spotlight at Fashion Week.
Mimi tries to back out of walking the runway at the Safe, Sane and Consensually Wild show except there’s a problem.  She’s the muse behind the collection and the designer, her friend, won’t hear of her not modeling.  The final ensemble is a real showstopper designed for her to wear and no one else.
A misunderstanding threatens to tear them apart, but will a fashion show bring them closer together?
WARNING! Leather Bride has lots of sex and some of it involves leather and toys. Here’s more of a WARNING: as the heroine has a thing for leather, some of the toys are made of leather!

Come to Me is the second book in the Come trilogy with more of those sexy white haired shape shifters bringing their love's to their side and disposing of all challenges they face.

Instead of running for her life, Ali stays and finds what she forgot she’d had—love.

As a huge mirror in her bedroom starts reflecting animals in a most intimate manner she begins to wonder about whether she wants to keep it or not.  When the male tiger starts appearing in her dreams with a gorgeous man who demands she come to him, she worries.

Taking a trip to New York City for the holiday season seems to be the best option, but when she is at an award show and the gorgeous man from her dreams appears, now she knows she should be running for her life.

But she doesn't.  She stays and gets the ride of her life.

Saturday, October 06, 2012

Banned Books Week: Lord of the Rings burned, no really, BURNED!

Lord of the Rings by J R R Tolkien
Burned in Alamagordo, N.Mex. [2001] outside Christ Community Church along with other Tolkien novels as satanic.

And there you have it, a classic burned in the twenty-first century and because of shuttered stupidity no less.  How embarassing is that?!?

Stepping off my platform for another year doesn't mean the subject is forgotten ... I don't ever forget there are people out there trying to tell others what they and their children can and can't read.

To end on a lighter note, I've seen the trailer for The Hobbit film and it looks wonderful ... go see it December 14.

Friday, October 05, 2012

Banned Books Week: What do John Milton, Lyndon Baines Johnson and Mae West have in common?

I'm not a huge quote person, but I found a couple that spoke well of what challenging/banning books leads to and they are:

Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
John Milton, Aeropagitica

Books and ideas are the most effective weapons against intolerance and ignorance.
Lyndon Baines Johnson, commenting as he signed into law a bill providing increased Federal aid for library service, February 11, 1964

And finally, because she makes me laugh,

There were a lot of things the censors wouldn't let me do in the movies that I did on stage.  They wouldn't even let me sit on a guy's lap and I'd been on more laps than a napkin.
Mae West, Index on Censorship

Thursday, October 04, 2012

Thirsty Thursday is showcasing #AReCooks @Cat_Johnson Buckin' Bourbon to go with her Orgasmic Cheesecake!

Hello, all and thank you for stopping by Thirsty Thursday, which Tilly was kind enough to invite me to join in today!

We’re celebrating the new cookbook being put out by All Romance eBooks called Passionate Cooks. It’s a collection of the favorite recipes from romance authors. My contribution is the Orgasmic Cheesecake and what is more perfect with dessert after a nice meal than an after dinner drink, or perhaps coffee with a bit of a “kick”.

I developed, through arduous trial and error and tastings, some bourbon recipes to celebrate my cowboy series. In my newest release, Flanked (Studs in Spurs, Book 5) I have my professional bull rider Garret James drinking bourbon and cola. But being a former bartender, I couldn’t resist coming up with something a bit more creative to do with that bourbon. Below is one of the recipes I came up with. It’s tasty, strong and oh so good to warm you and your cowboy up on a cold autumn night along with a slice of that cheesecake and a nice roaring fire perhaps…


Cat Johnson

1 part Bourbon
1 part Kahlua® Coffee Liqueur
Serve over ice
Variation: Add hot coffee and cream for coffee with a kick

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Banned Books Week: Witchcraft and Sorcery is a problem, seriously ... NOT!

Yes, in the 21st century there are actually people who are concerned about witchcraft and sorcery, not just in practice but also in Fiction, young adult fiction to be precise.

After all I've said this week, I know none of you are surprised to find out that the entire Harry Potter series by JK Rowling was banned/challenged.  Where I get my laughs is from the reasons stated for why they should be pulled off shelves.

Here are a few from the Banned Books 2007 Resource Guide:

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Retained at Orange Grove Elementary School in Whittier, Calif [2000]. It was challenged for dealing with magic and bad experiences.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
Challenged, but retained in Frankfort, Ill. School District [2000].  Parents were concerned that the book contains lying and smart-aleck retorts to adults.

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Challeneged, but retained in Arab, Ala. school libraries and accelerated reader programs [2000] over objections that the author "is a member of the occult and the book encourages children to practice witchcraft."

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Challenged, but retained in the Newfound Area School District in Bristol, N.H. [2000] despite an objection the book "is scary".

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
Removed by the Wilsona School District trustees from a list recommended by a parent-teacher committee for the Vista San Gabriel, Calif. Elementary School library [2006] along with twenty-three other books. ... The Wilson School District board approved new library book-selection guidelines in wake of trustees' controversial decision.  Books now cannot depict drinking alcohol, smoking, drugs, sex, including "negative sexuality, implied or explicit nudity, cursing, violent crime or weapons, gambling, foul humor, and dark content."

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Nope, I didn't change a word ... bad experiences, smart alecks, scary, dark content ... were all reasons given.  Ridiculous!  It looks like all the books can be borrowed for free from Pottermore through Amazon if you're a Prime member, go read them all over again!

Wednesday, October 03, 2012

Introducing #AReCooks Passionate Cooks Cookbook + Beverages = Thirsty Thursday and starts here - tomorrow!

Every good meal has a wonderful beverage served at some point.  Whether its an aperitif, wine, cocktail or beer, this is the place you'll find out what drink the Passionate Cooks authors pair up with their dish.

I shall kick it off by suggesting you pick up a bottle of red wine to go with my Vegetarian Lasagne Roll-ups for Gods and Goddesses.  Your favorite will do but I actually paired my recipe with Cabernet Sauvignon called Santa Julia from Mendoza, Argentina.  It's an organic wine the producers describe on the bottle as:

The Cabernet Sauignon is full of black cherry, currant and plum flavors with a touch of spiciness.  This wine would pair well with red meats, firm cheeses and pastas with red sauce.


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Banned Books Week: The Queen of Fabulous Books, period!

An author who seems to have a permanent place in the hearts of challengers is Judy Blume.  I have no idea why.  As a child I loved reading her books and I am not damaged from the experience.

This year's Banned Books Week has me thinking of Blume, not just because her books are often on the top 10 challenged [oddly enough not this year] but more because she was diagnosed with breast cancer in June.  I knew then I'd dedicate a day to showcasing Judy Blume's banned/challenged books and here you go:

Are You There God?  It's Me, Margaret




Here's to You, Rachel Robinson

Iggie's House

It's Not the End of the World

The One in the Middle Is the Green Kangaroo*

Otherwise Known as Shelia the Great

Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself


Then Again, Maybe I Won't

Tiger Eyes

All but one (*) of the above books is available for Kindles.  Also, if you're interested, Blume has a great page on her webiste dedicated to censorship, check it out!

Tuesday, October 02, 2012

Banned Books Week: Do people know what FICTION means?

Fiction is defined as:
  • Prose literature, esp. short stories and novels, about imaginary events and people.
  • Invention or fabrication as opposed to fact.

  • When it comes to Banned Books Week, I often think the challengers forget this one little word and its meaning.  Yes, we learn from books, particularly non-fiction, and others are sheer entertainment.
    What I want to spend my time reading may not appeal to the next person, but that's the beauty of the 1st amendment ... we get to choose where to spend our time and not have it forced on us.
    Have you chosen a Banned/Challenged book to read? 
    Usually I read To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, but I'm changing it up this year and going for Dracula by Bram Stoker.
    Whitby, Stoker and Dracula are on my mind and you'll soon discover why *cough, Taste for Blood, cough*, but in the meantime, I want to know why this happened in 1994:
    Elminated from required reading lists for juniors and sendiors in advanced English classes at the Colony High School in Lewisville, Tex. because "the book contains unacceptable descriptions in the introduction, such as 'Dracular is a the sympton of a wish, largely sexual, that we wish we did not have.'" [Banned Books 2007 Resource Book by Robert P Doyle]

    I don't remember reading that and dang if it doesn't suit why its on my mind, so I shall read it.