Hot Tamale by Tilly Greene
Curved Lines Box Set
contemporary erotic romance + ir/mc, bbw and plenty of tattoos

Chapter One

“Fuck me,” Derek murmured as he pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it in the corner. Getting a tattoo wasn’t a new experience for him, far from it, but messing around with a half-naked beauty at the station across from him was a first. His friend and tattoo artist was getting his ink and tools ready, giving him time for a closer look at the delicious chick.

The woman must have had a back piece done, because her back was to him as she straddled the chair. Her head was down, probably resting in the padded donut, hair pulled out of the way, and she didn’t have on a shirt, only a pair of shorts tugged down. If he had to guess, she wore earphones to help her zone out. He was curious to know what she listened to so intently she didn’t move a muscle.

He was finding it difficult not to be turned on by the silky smooth, light brown body across from him. The woman was not a stick figure, either, even more of what he liked. She had curves he wanted to savor and his fingers itched to follow various paths around her body.

In his imagination, he put a finger on her neck and followed the line of her spinal column to just above her visible crack. Maybe her shorts were unbuttoned and pulled down low on her hips to give her artist more room to maneuver his machine. Whatever, she was stunning; he knew it even though he couldn’t see her face, and his hard-on was growing as proof.

Shit, he thought and shook his head to dislodge the multitude of naked pictures highlighting her body. Obviously he needed to work on getting some pussy.

There was a color patch on her lower back, almost to her ass that continued up her spine, but he couldn’t see details because of the plastic covering. The ink didn’t distract from her beauty, just the opposite, at least for him. He was pulled in to look closer and, of course, to touch—oh, to touch her relaxed body until she—

“Okay, Der, you ready, man?”

“Sure,” he said as he cleared his throat, trying not to look at her but also finding it hard. She was there. “Yup, I’m ready.”

“Good, first let’s get this exploding grenade on you, and see how it fits with the rest of your ink,” his friend Max said.

Amongst the color on his legs, arms, chest and back, there was only one tattoo on his upper right arm. The former was a pair of combat boots with a gun and dog tags for his buddies who didn’t return from their time in Afghanistan. Like the one on his whiter-than-white forearm, the tat on his upper arm was important to him. Hopefully the ink he was about to get would close that chapter in his life. He was an HVAC guy now, had a stable job, and volunteered for the local fire department, but he hadn’t been ready to settle down. The Marine Corps gave him a purpose as a young man and he received his first tattoo while he was doing Basic Training. Words weren’t his thing; inking his body was how he expressed himself.

“What do you think?” Max asked after he looked in the mirror. Derek was critical of what he was looking at—it was his body and his ink, he’d better like it.

“Can you do it as a transition piece between the grey piece on my upper arm and the color on my back?” There was no big plan for his tattoos, but before he put them on his body he wanted to be sure they’d appear how he envisioned them.

“Yup, I can do it half and half along the seam like I originally drew, but I was thinking it would look better if we made it less exact.” Max held up a drawing depicting the first option and then picked up another depicting the other. “I drew this after we had a chat and agreed to do the tat. Do you prefer the first or a more organic transition?”

There was no question about it, he liked the second one, and told his friend.

“This one,” he said, pointing to the updated drawing. “I like how the explosion bit is all color and the grenade shows more of the transition between color and black.”

“Done.” Max smiled big and waved him back to the chair. “Let’s get started.”

The moment he sat back down, he looked across the way to make sure she hadn’t left. How weird he had such a strong reaction to a complete stranger. Maybe it was a change in his breathing that had his friend looking at him, but whatever it was, he had to say something or go crazy wondering.

“What’s up with her?” He nodded to the other station.

“She’s Dave’s appointment. He had to leave and asked me to make sure she’s okay when she wakes up. Why?”

“Curious, nothing more. You don’t see many people who fall so deeply into space while their back is worked on. I know firsthand the spine is a painful place to be inked.” He’d had a few pieces that touched him there and none of it was as intense as hers must have been.

“It’s a detailed piece she’s getting. Something with books and a cat on top, I think, at least. She’s been coming in for almost a year and handles it the same way every time. She pulls her shirt off, puts on the headphones, and appears to fall asleep.”

“A year?” How had he not seen her before? He’d been in the shop to be inked during the year. There was a sunrise tat he’d had Max color and another of his parents’ names when they moved.

“Yup, a big tattoo takes time, but I don’t know why it’s taken so long. It’s in a tender spot. I think this is it, though.”

“Hmmm,” he responded as the gun started humming. Needles pounding his flesh didn’t hurt, but it was annoying if he didn’t find the head space to disappear while it happened. This time in the chair, he started a fantasy about the woman across from him.

Why not? She was hot. He wasn’t hurting anyone, merely allowing his fantasies to take over his mind.

Derek looked over and saw a hint of her hair color. He figured it was brown, but lighter at the bottom. Maybe she’d have brown or green eyes—but any color would do—and full pink lips. Based on her hips, he hoped she’d have big boobs. He got off on a large chest, especially on a curvy woman. There was so much to play with and be pleasured by touching when she had a body made for loving.

He wasn’t picky; there’d been a few women he’d had sex with since coming back to his hometown, but none of them had led to anything like a relationship. There’d been nothing more he wanted with the ladies he’d hooked up with and they hadn’t wanted more from him, either. Come and done was his game since returning to Liberty Grove, and it was getting old. Maybe he needed to change things up, but before then, he would let his mind roam where it wanted—to the sexy chick with her back to him.

Immediately his thoughts went back to her boobs. Would her nipples be pierced? No, the more important question was whether they were dollar-sized and pink, or red and bigger? He liked breasts, big or small, but he preferred them real and big.

While he watched, she slowly stretched her arms out in front of her, then turned her head a few times to work out the kinks. The slight shifting and moving brought a bit of boob squishing out to the side. Inhaling sharply, he licked his dry lips, and felt an answering need in his groin.

Groaning, he watched as she stretched her arms above her head and twisted to the side, and was rewarded. He glimpsed a hint of her free breasts swinging from her chest. She had big breasts and he wanted to get his hands, mouth, even his cock in between them. Was it wrong to be thinking this way about a woman he only knew from her bare back? Yes, it was perverted and wrong, but he needed something soft to occupy his fantasies, and in his eyes she fit the bill.

The beauty stretched a bit more then took off her headphones. Carefully she put her shirt on over her head and let it fall. Smart, it was a shirt that didn’t fit her, but it was sad for him because she was covered. Even though he could no longer see her bare flesh, he had the image of her locked in his head. After he assumed she buttoned or pulled up her shorts, he watched as she maneuvered off the chair, then he imagined her naked as she climbed on him.

Oh man, he had such a dirty mind, but it couldn’t be helped. She was sexy as sin!

Once she picked up her bag the woman turned to leave, and he finally had his chance to see all of her. He was stunned because he knew her, really well—as in they used to be friends, lovers. Although the new way of saying it, friends with benefits, was more apt, when they were back in high school up until the moment he joined up.

“Derek? I didn’t know you were back.”

“Hey, Cathy,” he murmured, and was catapulted to being a kid again. She was his first crush, his first love, the only girl he’d ever had mostly naked in the front seat of his truck. “I came back to help my parents move to Florida and stayed.”

“My parents are still here as well.”

“What about Grandma?” His mom had mentioned she was the oldest resident in town. He hadn’t a clue how she managed. Wisconsin was a cold state in the winter, with more snow than most people wanted to handle. The freezing temps were no big deal when you were a kid through adulthood, but not as a senior. No way. Although he’d been to other places around the world, he had to say his state was stunning. Good or bad, it was home, and he was happy to be back.

“She is and hosts a book club, but you must be a knitter as well. Non-knitters aren’t welcome through the front door on Tuesday nights,” she told him with a small laugh.

Cathy was as beautiful now as she was when they were growing up. From the beginning she’d been different. Her birth mom came from Mexico as a tourist and ended up overstaying her tourist visa. Maybe she’d had a plan to become an illegal immigrant and not merely make enough money to go home. She’d given birth to a baby girl and worked under the table at a market in Green Bay, where she was killed during a robbery. It wasn’t until after the woman had died that her circumstances came to light and her daughter had been found. There was no sending her back to possibly be adopted when she was an American citizen, which led authorities to think locally.

Due to her work with the child welfare connections, Cathy’s adoptive mom had originally been asked to take care of her while the authorities figured things out, and had never stopped. At some point, before she started kindergarten, the family had adopted her and that was the end. Different-colored skin or not, there was never a question about her being accepted into the community.

Their families were both of German descent and that was a close knit group in Liberty Grove. Whether picking flowers for their parents for being late, swimming in a local river, or playing mud football, they’d done just about everything together. But when had her big boobs arrived? They’d been there before—of course she’d had breasts, Cathy was a girl. She’d had them when they were last together, he’d touched them, but they weren’t nearly as big nor had they made his mouth water to get hold of them.

They had a lot to catch up on, except that wasn’t where his mind was at. It didn’t have to do with him being horny, either, at least not in general. No, he was interested in going out with her because of how he’d left things when he’d gone to boot camp. They’d never been officially boyfriend and girlfriend, although she was the only woman who’d touched his heart in a romantic way. He had only one question and that was if she’d be interested in going out with him, the man he was today.

Taking a quick look at her left hand, he didn’t find a wedding band or a stretch of lighter skin where one would be, but the shirt she wore was definitely a man’s. Maybe it was one of her dad’s or one of her brothers.

“Well, that counts me out, unless she’s willing to teach me to knit first,” Derek offered with a smile as he tried to get their conversation back on track.

“For you, she would do anything. She always adored you, and took it to heart when you signed up with the Marines.”

“The feelings are mutual. I didn’t have any grandparents growing up except her; shit, sorry. I should stop in to say hi, maybe she’ll have some pfeffernusse around.” Getting back into his old life hadn’t been a big priority. He’d needed time to get mentally sorted after being in the military and where he’d gone afterwards. He was better, life was moving forward, and maybe this was another step he needed to make to get on living and stop merely existing.

“That would be great, she’d love it.” She smiled and leaned over to place her hand on his leg. Her touch set him on fire and he immediately wanted more of her hands on him. “And of course she has cookies, she’s still a sweet baker and peddler, hence my belly.”

“If I remember right, I never had just a couple of her cookies. I used to stuff my pockets with them when I left.” He laughed and looked to the side where Max was working on his tattoo. He’d barely started and had stopped when Derek started talking. Maybe he was moving, but not purposely.

“Our dog knew what you did and he’d try to follow you out. I used to stand in front of the door so he wouldn’t track you down.” She laughed and shook her head. It didn’t matter he knew her as a kid, he still wanted to spend more time with her and discover the adult she’d become.

“Hey, do you want to meet or something? You know, go out for dinner? A for real date. We’re adults. We can do whatever we want.” Maybe it wasn’t his best offering, but it was all he had at the moment.

“Sounds good, but I have school, and I like to go to bed early during the week.”

“You’re a teacher? Where?” Had he known she was a teacher? Liberty Grove was a small town and in times past everyone knew everyone else’s business through talk. His mom was part of this old style grapevine, and she was gone. Apparently life had changed in town, that and he was out of touch.

“Yup, I teach science at the high school down in Gibraltar,” she told him while she lightly stroked his leg. Derek had a feeling she hadn’t a clue she was doing it, but liked the feel of her touching him so said nothing.

“What about Friday night? We can meet up at Huzy’s, maybe grab something to eat and watch the Brewers game. Wait, why don’t I pick you up, then you can have a drink.” Seeing her, making a date, none of it had been planned. All he was doing was thinking on his feet, but if he must, then he’d look like a bumbling idiot for the chance to go out with her.

“Done! Pick me up around six-thirty?” Cathy asked as she stepped back. “I live on Arbor, the condos.”

“Renting?”

“Heck yes. I didn’t want to stay at my parents’, but I couldn’t afford to live in this town otherwise.”

“Yup, I was in the same bind. I was given my parents’ house, but pay them every month like rent.” He’d stayed in San Diego after retiring from the Corps, but it wasn’t for him. Partying and smoking pot was all he did back then and that wasn’t living.

“I bet they like having the money every month.”

“It gives them extra to do what they want,” he explained. Normally he wouldn’t talk about money with people, but this was Cathy, he’d known her forever. She was the only girl he’d been with physically before signing up and he still wanted her.

“Good for them. I need to head out and get home. Sorry, but my cats will be wild with hunger if I don’t. They think I starve them anyway.” Laughing, she waved to him and said, “See you on Friday.”

“See you then,” he said and watched her leave the shop.

Maybe two minutes passed where he couldn’t hold back the excitement growing in him for his future date. One night stands had been his thing, only not with Cathy. With the chance of getting women fresh in his mind, he wanted to see how much further they could go. While he hadn’t asked her to wait for him to finish serving his time in the military, Derek was glad to find her available.

“Damn, even scruffy you’re good,” muttered Max.

“What do you mean?”

“Your beard is a scraggly mess, hair hasn’t been cut in months, and you may or may not have on clean clothes, but you make a date with a sexy chick. I couldn’t ask a woman out looking like you, no way. Face to face? Nope. I don’t want to see a rejection coming my way.”

“Maybe because I knew her, but it just felt right to ask. Shit, I had a fucking hard-on just looking at her back.” Reconnecting with Cathy was exactly what he needed to move on. “Let me ask you, should I call her Cathy or Catalina, the name her birth mom gave her?”

“I’ve only known her as Cat. I think it’s what she used when she first came in to chat with Dave. Maybe ask him when he comes back.”

“Yeah,” he said, and closed his eyes. There in his head was Cathy, the woman she was today, but he couldn’t stop from imagining them doing things they’d done years ago. No, he wasn’t seeing her picking flowers, more like fucking him on the front bench seat of his truck. That was their go-to spot for getting busy. They could park wherever they liked, but usually they went to a wooded area. They were adults now, which meant it would be a different experience.

He needed space to enjoy every inch of her gorgeous body. The truck parked outside was bigger than the old one he’d driven before, but he pictured her naked on his king-sized bed. What a glorious sight she’d make. She’d wrap her legs around him and moan her pleasure as he took her with his rock hard cock. After he kissed the breath from her, he’d move his attention to her breasts. Her nipples were pink; unless they grew redder with age, they’d been pink before. Whether they were pierced or not, he’d bite them, grasp the hard tips between his teeth and tug, all before he settled down to suck them.

Oh, he wanted her bad.

“Fucking hell, Derek, you’re thinking about doing the deed with her, aren’t you?” Max was crude, but he’d spoken the truth.

“Yup, I am, and?”

“You’ve got a stiffy and I know it wasn’t from my inking you.”

“Can’t help where the mind travels,” he told the other man with a smile spreading across his face. “Right now I happen to be enjoying her beautiful boobs.”

“They are rather nice looking…whoa, don’t move!”

“Have you seen them?” Derek wasn’t angry, he wanted to know if his friend had seen her bare breasts or not.

“No! Relax, you know better than to move.” The other man started his machine back up and dipped the tip in the ink and was about to put it on his skin, but first Derek shared a bit more information.

Groaning, he pulled at his crotch with his spare hand. “She’s hot,” he muttered.

He really liked big breasts. Maybe he needed to stop thinking of the Cathy he knew and get to know the Cat who was getting a tattoo. Superficially, she was what he wanted physically, but she also seemed to be a woman he wanted to spend more time talking to, maybe get to know on a deeper level.

The first step was to make a date and they had one planned. Tugging on his bushy beard, he figured maybe the next was to tidy himself and his house, do some laundry.

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Acquired Taste – Dee Carney

When celebrity chef August Jaeger mixes it up with a curvy food blogger, they both realize what they want isn’t on any menu.

Another Man’s Treasure – Dee Tenorio

A widowed actor and single dad pulls out all the stops to show a single mom just how well a woman can be treasured.

Hot Tamale – Tilly Greene

Derek Schrizer is a retired Marine looking to get a new tattoo, not reconnect with his first love, the curvy sexy Cat.

Kinky Curves – Jodi Redford

The queen of dirty talk. The king of grind. Love is about to get real filthy.

Like a Boss – Quinn

Proving she’s more than a smart mouth and sexy curves would be a hell of a lot easier if she wasn’t so distracted by her sexy new boss.

Dirty Deeds – Allie Cooke

Four days, a million dollars, the performance of a lifetime…but what happens when they stop faking it? Dirty Deeds ain't always dirt cheap.

Marked By Ice – Dawn Montgomery

His only job is to protect her at all costs, but who will protect the big bad wolf’s heart once he gets a taste of her sweet lips?

Pretty In Ink – Merryn Dexter

Sexy, sweet Aubrey Jensen is everything a semi-reformed bad boy could want – but sometimes getting what you want doesn’t give you what you need.

Waking Up – Kathryn Lively

A chance encounter forces a plus-sized woman with dormant dreams to wake up and find her own Happily Ever After.

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When a Harley-riding hunk literally sweeps her off her feet, Jilly Parker finds herself transported to a world of dragon shifters, carnal lust, and fated love.

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New Beginnings: Carpe Diem
futuristic erotic romance

How would you feel if you found out life, as you know it, is all a lie?

After the 3rd world war, Earth is drastically damaged. By the 23rd century generations have passed, the facts twisted, history revised so it is unrecognizable and below ground a utopian society is established. Or is it?

Major Cooper Sayer, an imposing intelligent member of the special security forces, and Maris Gower, a peaceful soul who works in the New American Central Library, are an officially partnered couple. Life is comfortable, full of love for each other, and yet it took them less than fifteen minutes to decide on a radical change.

With the dangers of residing below ground growing daily and the low life expectancy rate continually dropping, chances of a long and happy life together are becoming remote. The complete trust Maris has in Cooper is never questioned, even when he tells her they are going above for a chance at a longer life. A place that she has always believed meant instant death and he knows better.

WARNING: Warning: This story contains hot, steamy explicit sex, written in contemporary language!

Zandia
futuristic erotic romance + bondage

Centuries from now, and millions of miles away, how are the sexes getting along?

Zandia, the farthest planet in the known universe, is usually peaceful, but they’re about to have their views on women blown apart.

Sui Erom has taken drastic measures to live as suits her, not society. Hiding on a transporter, she leaves her home planet for another world. Working as a translator, she feels intelligent and productive, if not entirely fulfilled. She has been unable to find a mate who satisfies any of her physical needs or one to trust with her heart.

The Zandian national speedball team comes to town for a Universal competition and sets in motion events that force Sui to make a decision on what exactly she wants from life.

Listening to the official translator’s voice, Xer Rieh realizes she is Zandian and asserts his right to mark her as his. He does not believe her claim that she is not Zandian—despite evidence supporting it. Xer will not be denied.

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Shape Shifter Erotic Romance

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Cassie Johnston needs to move on from a bad break-up.  To start, she gets a new hairstyle and leaves the hospital scrubs behind for a research lab coat.   Exhausted and yet excited about the new challenges, she’s unprepared to handle it when her heartbreaker walks back in to her life.

Mikhail Ivanovich tried to do the right thing for the woman he loves, but he’s haunted by her absence.  Burying himself in work hasn’t helped and eventually he accepts life is too short not to spend it with the woman he loves.

A heat wave blankets New York City and the two finally sit down to talk about what happened between them.  Will they reunite or are there too many insurmountable problems standing in their way?

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Who is the real cupid?

Originally posted February 11 2008

It’s Valentine’s Day!

One day out of the year we dedicate to roses, chocolates and diamonds, mixed in with pink and red visions of romance and a baby wearing wings, carrying a bow and arrow. Wait a minute, a baby with a weapon? That's right. So, what makes Cupid right for the job? I'm not so sure he is, Eros might actually be better qualified for the position.

Both Ancient Greece and Rome had their own mythology and pantheon of deities to worship. Over the centuries the two groups have been combined, separated or listed side by side for comparison. Needless to say it’s sometimes difficult to know what’s true to their mythology and what isn’t. That said we definitely know that Eros was the God of Love for the Ancient Greeks and Cupid is the God of Erotic Love and Sex for the Romans. Unfortunately, that’s where it stops being clear-cut and simple.

In Mythology: Timeless Tales of Gods and Heroes, Edith Hamilton states Eros was depicted as a “beautiful serious youth”. H.J Rose’s says in A Handbook of Greek Mythology that he was “handsome young athlete”, but before both of these characterizations were made he represented love, lust and intercourse as one of the oldest gods in Greece. Where worshipping of the god was important it’s been discovered he was the deity for attractive young men and boys. Across the Adriatic, Cupid was depicted as a child who had the same traits as those already noted. Like Janus, it was questioned whether Cupid had two distinctive sides to his persona or was actually two separate individuals.

After gaining Aphrodite, Goddess of Love and Beauty, as his mother along with three prospective fathers, Eros image of male lust and sex was further encouraged. One probable father was Hermes, a phallic god and another was Ares, God of War. It seems even in the ancient world a warrior encouraged a woman’s desire to grow exponentially. The third potential was Aphrodite’s father, Zeus. This union was viewed as sexual passion so strong and out of control it has no limitations. This association with the uncontrollable made Eros a dangerous god. The parent issue was similar for Cupid. Jupiter and Venus were also noted as his parents, as were Nyx and Erebus. Both possible couples helped define and solidify various qualities of his character.

Both Cupid and Eros seem fairly interchangeable at this stage, except for their appearances and the Ancient Greek god having elements of danger associated with him. It's at this point the two figures actually appear to swap personalities.

It wasn’t until Alexandrian times that women come into picture for Eros. This happened when the ideal relationship between men and women moved from being mere sexual desire to one of love from the heart. Because of this supposed softening to his characterization, the God of Love’s importance to men was lessened. With this change in attributes, as well as society moving away from worshipping gods and goddess, he became a chubby child with a wicked bow, seen mainly in connection with Aphrodite and subordinate to others.

Cupid gained some clout as a god of love with an appearance on the romantic stage with the Cupid and Psyche’s love story, written in the second century [A.D.] by Apuleius. The story depicted Cupid as a young man and involved very adult issues found in romance like love, jealousy, mistrust and forgiveness. Unfortunately, it seems as if it wasn’t enough to allow him to be depicted as anything but a baby for Valentine’s Day.

So, what do you think? Does it make sense for Cupid to be the image of Valentine's Day? He is a child afterall. Maybe Eros [erotic love] would be better suited for the holiday that encourages lovers to put their hearts out there for their lovers to see and experience.

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!

 

Excerpt

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.

Leather.

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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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 :-)

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.

A petition for RWA to create an Erotic Romance category

As a member of RWA I sit down every year to judge RITA entries, but as someone who writes erotic romances, I could never enter one of my books.  So, yes, I signed this petition to get a category that's for the erotic romances.

Sign if you'd like or not, your choice :-)

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My Scorching Book Reviews BDSM Blog Hop Post

HIGHLAND HEAT by Tilly Greene

Shape Shifter Erotic Romance + Bondage

How do you know when to trust someone with a secret held for a lifetime?

On the surface, Hamish Buchanan has it all and because of the horror surrounding his birth, he possesses the love and respect of the entire Scottish nation. But underneath, where few are allowed, lurks a secret. Although well hidden, the furtiveness needed to keep others from discovering it, also keeps him from committing fully to another.

One night, he discovers there's a part of him that thinks he's hunting something, or someone. Unable to shake the odd feeling, Hamish doesn't put it all together until he sees Grace Strachan, only then does he begin to understand what’s going on. He's in season and she is his mate.

Establishing trust with another has never been easy, but Hamish must find a way with Grace or risk losing her forever, and that simply isn’t an option.

Shall be giving Highland Heat in eBook so this offering is open to everyone, but more on that at the end of this post!

Now, there are many reason I picked Highland Heat, but foremost is that I absolutely adore Hamish Buchanan.  When asked who a favorite hero of mine might be, he is up there, and I think its because of how he handled the horrible start he had in life.  He's a strong guy who accepts he's different and yet doesn't deny himself anything.  Hamish is a Scotsman who enjoys a healthy sex life, but because of what makes him unique, he uses bondage to keep his secret safe.

The funny thing is, he's a smart man, but not so much when it comes to settling down with one woman.  Hamish makes a big mistage and it was a joy to write him scrambling around to things right with Grace.

I found Highland Heat a joy to write and hope you enjoy reading about Hamish and Grace, they are quite a couple.

On the 21st I will draw the name of one commenter here and gift them with a Highland Heat ebook from All Romance [ARe] and that makes it open to all international readers.  So, enter below for the big blog hop Scorching Book Reviews prizes below, comment here to enter my giveaway, and then get hopping, there are so many great authors to discover and prizes to potentially win!

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Other BDSM books by Tilly Greene
The Keeper
Good, Bad and Kinky [2 in 1]
Konnichiwa Cowboy
Missing in Paradise
Tied Up For Love
Hephaestus Lays Down the Law
Zandia
Ride 'em
An Invitation to the World: Russia and New Zealand
Come Sweet Creature

NEW RELEASE! Come Back is now available in ebook and print!

Come Back by Tilly Greene

Shape Shifter Erotic Romance
Tease Publishing

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Cassie Johnston needs to move on from a bad break-up. To start, she gets a new hairstyle and leaves the hospital scrubs behind for a research lab coat.   Exhausted and yet excited about the new challenges, she’s unprepared to handle it when her heartbreaker walks back in to her life.

Mikhail Ivanovich tried to do the right thing for the woman he loves, but he’s haunted by her absence. Buying himself in work hasn't helped and eventually he accepts life is too short not to spend it with the woman he loves.

A heat wave blankets New York City and the two finally sit down to talk about what happened between them. Will they reunite or are there too many insurmountable problems standing in their way?

WARNING! There's a sexy shape shifter living in NYC wearing a 3 piece suit that will do anything to get his woman back in his arms where he can keep her safe and happy!


Excerpt
“You okay, Cassie?”

“Oh yes, yes, sorry everyone.” With a smile pasted on her face, she looked around the table at the faces of her worried and anxious workmates. They’d all been enjoying lunch together until she’d screamed in terror at something no one else could see. “I guess my mind traveled into uncharted territory.” The small group of men and women tittered and returned to talking while she put her hands on her heated cheeks. It was a useless move to stop the blush staining them from spreading further, but she did it all the same.

Groaning silently with embarrassment, she reminded herself how, until then, the altered reality only happened at home, while she slept. Realistically, she could no longer blame her weird tiger dreams on her problems with change. Maybe she should talk to a mental health professional.

Why couldn’t she be like everyone else?

Why did she have to embarrass herself by daydreaming about her white tiger while sitting in the company’s air-conditioned and packed lunchroom?

Flustered, she fussed with her salad before eventually excusing herself early, telling her lunch mates she needed to make a couple of calls before heading back into the lab. Actually, what she needed was a few minutes alone to pull herself back together. She made her way to her office, all the while focused on controlling her breathing and heartbeat, which were still unsettled from the recent trip her imagination had taken.

Sitting at her desk, she opened a file, and pretended to read while her mind raced through what had happened. There was something going on that wasn’t right. If she had any doubts in leaving the hectic pace of the hospital floor for the quiet one of research, they were long gone. She couldn’t be more thrilled with her decision to accept Dr. Winton’s offer. While change was not her thing, the new job had actually been a good decision.

On her first day at work, she’d been placed on a team looking into diabetes, specifically childhood type 1. They were trying to pinpoint the problem gene or genes in a bid to eradicate or, at the very least, find a means to treat the disease. It was exciting and rewarding, as well as slow and methodical work, with hours spent alone in a clean room. The people in her group were great, focused on the job at hand, and yet were still real. Not for one minute did she feel like the new kid on the block. It had been an easy transition, she couldn’t have asked for better.

Unfortunately, it meant the only problem she’d had all week was between her and the tiger. For almost a year, he’d offered her comfort through her imaginings, and she was thankful. Suddenly, he’d moved out of her dreams to take up residence in her brain, ensuring he was with her whether awake or asleep. She was scared on many different levels and, because she wasn’t sure how to handle it, she’d tried to ignore his presence.

Apparently that tactic was no longer an option.

All week the white beast haunted her. It was the visits while she was up and aware that upset her the most. Everything would be moving along normally, her eyes and brain focused on something, maybe a printout full of data, and the white tiger would be there waiting for something. Or, like what happened in the lunchroom, her mind would travel and there he’d be, coming for her. Sometimes an aura of impatience surrounded him and eventually he’d make his presence known while growling and pacing. Other times he’d be there, quiet, curious but not intrusive. Then there were a few times when he’d lie down and purr. Those were the more curious incidents. Whenever they happened, she was drawn to him, and wanted to hold him close. Then she’d remember he was a ruthless beast and a figment of her imagination.

The worst time was when she believed he spoke to her. She didn’t know why her subconscious expected and accepted a tiger could speak, but it did. The words were always the same and clearly enunciated as they kept an ongoing, unrelenting cadence beating through her body. Come back? That implied she knew the tiger, personally, and that wasn’t possible. People and animals did not communicate.

Was she losing her mind? Schizophrenic? Obviously something wasn’t right in her head and it was getting worse since the tiger never truly left her alone. Even right then, as she was internally freaking out at her desk, he was there waiting for something from her, and she didn’t have any idea what it was. However, she was absolutely certain about one thing. It was becoming increasingly clear, the cat’s tolerance for her to do what it wanted her to do was running desperately low.

It was odd how she’d never seriously questioned his presence in her dreams before today. He was always there, giving her comfort, but something had changed because he wouldn’t leave.

Mentally, Cassie pushed away from the tiger sitting in her mind, and turned her focus back to work.

I’ll question the state of my mental health later. The minute she spoke those words to herself, she swore a growl reverberate through her soul, bringing a chill to her flesh along with it. Her first response was to snarl back at the tiger and doing so earned her a purr, which put her right back where she’d been.

She was questioning where her sanity had gone because it clearly wasn’t present.

* * * * *
The next morning she was lying in bed, panting for a breath, while her heart pounded wildly after another visit from the white tiger. She couldn’t simply accept his presence any longer. To make matters even more difficult to handle was the continuation of a record breaking heat wave. The weather had escalated to dangerous levels, with massive power outages, which seemed to have put all the city’s residents on edge. She wasn’t sure if it was the heat or dreams, but it was too much for Cassie to take. It was time she found a doctor who would listen to her concerns about having an imagined tiger camping out in her head.

Trying to relax, she fluffed up her pillows, and mentally approached the issue that left her questioning her connection with reality. When she found no answers to any of the questions she had, Cassie got up, and made her way to the shower, bypassing the warm and going straight to cold.

With her new job came a different schedule. It was her first day off and she needed to do some errands. Thinking about the freedoms she’d gained by taking a Monday through Friday job made her smile. It had been a long time since she’d had an entire weekend off. She wasn’t sure what to do.

Actually, maybe she’d get the errands over with, and do something different like catch a movie. Theaters usually had great air conditioning and the weather reports she’d heard last night had called for another hundred degrees plus day.

However, before she made any decisions of what to do, she wanted to read the newspaper. All she’d done during the past week was stay on top of the headlines and she was eager to read in depth about what was happening around the world. A small pleasure of hers was to have the weekend paper delivered to her front door. She didn’t have to get dressed and walk down the block to the corner shop for one, all she had to do was open her door, and there it would be.

After drying off, she made her way back into her room to get dressed.

Since it was already hot, she decided to forgo both bra and panties until she had to go out. Given the choice, she didn’t want anything binding her in the hot weather if it wasn’t necessary. She put on a short spaghetti-strap cotton dress and was ready to start the day by settling on the couch to relax with the paper.

Making her way to the front door, she unlocked and unbolted it, pulled it open, only to be stunned speechless.

“Morning, Cassie.”

“Mi-Mikhail.”

Leaning against the stair rail outside her apartment was Mikhail Ivanovich, in the flesh, and he was holding her paper. Even in the sweltering temperatures, he looked cool, calm, and utterly handsome. The man looked sexy in a simple white t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers without socks. It wasn’t fair. Dressed to the nines or casual like he was with his white hair tamed and framing his sexy eyes, he always had the ability to ignite her passion and need to be fulfilled.
©Tilly Greene, 2012

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Future Come series releases: Come to Me [book 2] - F/W 2012 and Come and Stay [book 3] - Sp/S 2013