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

Order at ARe|Amazon|BN|Smashwords

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!