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Hot Tamale by Tilly Greene
contemporary erotic romances + BBW, retired Marine, a teacher and tattoos

Catalina Geldbach, born and raised in Wisconsin, and is a Latina. A teacher and a mother of three demanding cats, she is ready to take her life to the next stage … the one where she makes decisions. Taking life by the horns, she chooses what name she’ll be called, receives her first tattoo, and now it’s time to get a man.

Derek Schrizer, a retired Marine, straggly hair, long beard, heavily inked, local boy has come home. He’s an HVAC guy who volunteers at the local fire department, hooks up with plenty of ladies, but none make him want more. Sitting in a tattoo parlor’s chair, he reconnects with Cat, a gorgeous, curvy, beauty, and life is looking better.

They were friends who grew more intimate as they grew older. No words of waiting were spoken when they finished school, but their hearts saw things differently.

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Pretty In Ink - Exclusive Read - Chapter One

A flash of scarlet paint caught his eye, and Garrett frowned at the little sports car zipping too quickly into the front lot. He straightened up, leaving the table half-cleared to move closer to the front window of his bar. The little convertible pulled into one of the front slots, and he couldn’t hide his smile of recognition. His Saturday night just got a whole lot better. Folding his arms across his chest, Garrett studied the driver as she teetered out of the car. She certainly matched the car, in her short black dress and flashy jewelry. Nothing there of any interest to him. The blonde flipped her perfectly straight hair, waiting impatiently for her passenger to alight.

Raising a hand to acknowledge the customer at a nearby table calling for another round,  Garrett kept his eyes trained on the car. Nothing short of an emergency would prevent him from enjoying the sight of his favorite customer. She kept her head down, a tumble of ebony curls shielding her face. Thankfully, her beautiful hair did nothing to obscure his view of the magnificent pair of creamy breasts threatening to spill out the front of her jade green dress as she pushed herself up. The pin-up style dress hugged the kind of ample body a man could get lost in for a week. She turned, bending to retrieve her clutch, displaying an ass so bounteous he surreptitiously checked his mouth for drool.

Garrett Chase loved big girls. Loved. Them. At six foot two and a couple hundred pounds of solid muscle, he preferred a soft landing, and an ass he could get a good grip on as he rode them both into sweaty oblivion. His pulse quickened as his goddess-made-flesh swayed across the lot and back into his life. Aubrey Jensen was the stuff of his dreams. A dark green rose clipped her hair up on one side, matching the fifties style of her dress to perfection. The lifted wing of her hair revealed her face, ruby-red lips quirked into a smile over something her companion said as they approached the door. It was his favorite expression of hers – a little sly, like she got the joke when no one else did.

Not wanting to get caught spying on her, he grabbed up the dirty glasses and strode quickly to his appointed spot behind the bar. Smiling in welcome as they approached, he fixed his eyes on Aubrey as he held out the bar menu. “Anything you want, darling. It’s all yours.”

Her chocolate-brown eyes flicked up to meet his and he winked, relishing the tiny sparkle of mischief the gesture induced. “Anything?” The way she drawled the word made him want to crawl across the bar and fist her hair as he claimed those plump lips.
 

“Anything,” he emphasized.
 

She rewarded him with a deliciously dirty laugh. “Garrett Chase, one of these days I’m going to take you up on that.”
 

Man, he adored women who knew how to laugh properly. None of those polite, smothered giggles. Give him a filthy, rolling belly-deep chuckle every day of the week. Suddenly, there was nothing more important than finding a way to make this woman laugh like that again.

“Oh, Aubrey, I can’t take you anywhere!” The blonde tried to sound like she was joking, but the jagged edge in her tone showed her irritation. A simmering  tension he’d noticed before existed between the two sisters. Garrett glanced toward her. She smiled, all teeth and no warmth. Tapping a red-tipped nail on the cocktail section of the menu, she flashed the obscenely large diamond on her ring finger. He remembered well the copious bottles of champagne their group consumed on New Year’s Eve to celebrate her engagement to one of the faceless rich-boys who frequented his joint. I bet her heart is as cold as that rock.

“We’ll both have a Cosmopolitan.” The blonde angled her body toward him, trying to capture his interest. For a woman in love, she tries a little too hard for attention.
 

“Take a seat and I’ll be with you in a moment.” Garrett finished pouring a beer for another customer. Annoyed with the lovely brunette’s toothy companion, he took his time.

The blonde pursed her lips in a little pout of disappointment at his matter of fact tone, and remained standing. “We have a booking in the name of Windsor. You can serve our drinks at the table. It’s a booking for four.”

The familiar stab of disappointment twisted in his gut. He didn’t need her to tell him they expected company. The two sisters started coming to the bar around November last year, always with the same dates. “You’re at table fifteen.” He nodded toward a high-backed booth in the center of the back wall. The blonde sniffed before turning on her heel and stalking off.

Aubrey paused at the bar, an apologetic smile on her face. Garrett rested his forearms on the bar as he leaned toward her, catching a hint of her rich, amber perfume. “Tell me what you need, darling.” Please let it be my face buried in your pussy.

Her gorgeous eyes widened slightly. Intrigued, he glanced down, following the direction of her gaze. The sleeves of his white shirt had ridden up, displaying the tattooed flames licking the backs of his wrists. Eyes fixed on his ink, the tip of her tongue darted out to slick her lips, and a warm feeling stirred deep in his gut. See me. Knowing he was playing with fire, and not caring a damn, he popped the buttons on his cuffs and made a show of rolling the sleeves back to his elbows. Thick lines of black, red and orange writhed across his skin. The soft noise coming from her throat sounded suspiciously like a sigh of appreciation.

“Aubrey!” The shrill call from her sister shattered the spell between them.

With a small shake of her head, Aubrey turned her attention to the drinks menu. “I’m tired of cocktails.” Something about her tone implied it wasn’t all she was tired of. He wanted to press her for information, but it wasn’t his place to do so. No matter how much he might wish it were. “I’d like to try one of your beers.” The admission pleased him beyond measure. Speciality beers were a passion of his, and he’d worked hard to put together a strong selection.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll find you something tasty to wrap those luscious lips around.” His innuendo-laden comment cleared the frown from her brow and drew another of those fantastic laughs from her, and Garrett fell head over heels.

“You are a very bad man.” Mischief dancing in her eyes, she wagged a finger at him and moved away to join her sister.

“Give me a chance, Aubrey, and I’ll be happy to show you how bad.” His use of her name added a little extra swing to her hips, and he gratefully admired the view.

A sharp pinch on his arm startled Garrett. He unglued his eyes from the retreating piece of heaven to frown at his sister. “What the fuck?” He rubbed the abused spot as his sister, Gina flicked her towel at him.

“Put your tongue back in, bro, and stop slacking.” Shaking her head, she marched back to her end of the bar, but her words held no malice. His family knew where his preferences lay, and Aubrey ticked every box on his list.

The door to the bar opened, letting in a gust of warm spring air. March had been unseasonably cool in their little corner of California, but April was turning out more promising. He had plans to add an external seating area to the bar. One day. Like so many of his plans, ambition outweighed his finances. The bar was a relatively new venture for the Chase family, and Garrett and his siblings were acutely conscious of the mortgage secured against their grandfather’s home.

The open door heralded the arrival of “The Suits”, his nickname for the two bland men who dated the Jensen sisters. Garrett didn’t pay much attention to them as he fixed their drinks, until the sneering, sandy-haired one spoke. “Dammit, Brock, she’s a fucking heifer. I still can’t believe she and Marissa are sisters.”

His blond companion just laughed. Clapping him on the shoulder, he followed his friend’s glance across the room to the central booth. “Relax, Kenny. Aubrey just needs taking in hand, the same way I did with Marissa. The Jensen girls run to fat if you let them, but once I got Marissa to take a little pride in herself, it was easy. You’ll find their mother supportive of your efforts too.”

The blond paused to take a swig of his drink, then grinned at his glowering friend. “Don’t forget, her inheritance is as big as her ass.”

“It damn well better be. I’ve never seen her ass. You’d think she was special the way she holds me at arm’s length. Nearly six months, and I still can’t get through her front door.”

A low buzz started in Garrett’s ears. Tuning out the rest of their conversation, he battled the need to beat them both to a bloody pulp. Aubrey was fucking beautiful just the way she was. Mortgage, think of the fucking mortgage. He couldn’t risk bringing trouble to their door. His records were sealed; there was nothing to tie the respectable man to the stupid kid he’d once been. His tattoos raised an eyebrow or two, but he usually kept them covered when he was working. Still, a low-level fear of his past catching up with him always lurked in the back of his mind. Another good reason he shouldn’t entertain thoughts of a class act like Aubrey.

He paused in the process of rolling down his sleeves, seeking her out. Rationalities about their differences melted away as her big, brown eyes studied him with blatant interest. Wanting her to know how much he desired her, Garrett held her gaze. He imagined unzipping her jade green dress, sliding it down her body until her gorgeous tits fell into his waiting hands. His cock stirred in his jeans, and he stepped closer to the bar to shield his lower body. Mesmerized, he watched Aubrey raise the beer bottle to her lips and, holy fucking hell, curl her tongue around the rim. A bolt of lust slammed into his spine, tightening his balls until he feared he might blow his load like an untried boy.

The suits finally moved away from the bar, their movement breaking his line of sight as they approached the booth. The little smile of regret she flashed him brought a moment of clarity. Fuck the differences between us. He would do whatever it took to get her away from the fucker she was wasting her time with and into his bed.

As soon as fucking possible.
 

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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.

Scorched Desire -- Lexxie Couper

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.

BRANDED is #1 at All Romance!

I was looking to see how far Branded had slipped over night and found it hadn't, the kinky cowboys from Montana had jumped two places to rest at #1!  I'm thrilled the boys are getting their time in the light ... they are rather spectacular :-)



Cover Artist is Robin Ludwig Design LLC

BRANDED by Tilly Greene
contemporary western mc erotic romance + bdsm, ménage a trois, tattoo, piercing, toys and lots more toys!

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Montana is Sizzling!

There are four cowboys who work hard and play even harder. They like their sex to be fun, dirty hot and gratifying. Whether the passion happens in a barn, shack, field or bedroom, with their partners bound and played with or taken vanilla style, everyone leaves satisfied.

Love isn’t something they’ve thought about until they meet the women who make their hearts beat faster. They know they want to be loved by their ladies as they tie them up, play and pleasure them, but they also believe there is much more they don’t know and are willing to learn.

Matt and Ted Wilson, Jon Black and Courtland Dickerson are best friends, have been since childhood. Finally, these cowboys have found love and are enjoying kinky sex behind white picket fences they always wanted. They couldn’t be happier, but are they ready to full commit to one woman?


Branded series includes:
Ride ‘em [with Ellora’s Cave for $0.99 and not in book]
Konnichiwa Cowboys
Giddy Up
Jon Black’s Woman
A Kinky Ride [only in this ebook/print]

Jon Black's Woman is OUT!

Jon Black's Woman by Tilly Greene
Contemporary MC Western Erotic Romance + Bondage, Tattoo and Toys
Book 4 in Branded series

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Jon Black was part Native American, but that didn’t define him. Being a retired Marine and cowboy who managed his friend’s ranch didn’t either, but they all had a part in making him into a man. Tall, strong and handsome, he was the dream catch for single women and some married ones across a few counties. The dominance he displayed in the bedroom was exciting, hot and pulled even more ladies into his bed, but only one woman struck him silent and ripped his need to the surface—Molly.

An English rose by way of Japan comes to Montana and is everything he wants in his life.

Has he finally met his match, his mate for life or is she too much for him to handle?

Branded series
Ride 'em - Ellora's Cave|ARe|Amazon|BN
Konnichiwa Cowboy - ARe|Amazon|BN|iBooks|Smashwords
Giddy Up - ARe|Amazon|BN|iBooks|Smashwords
Jon Black's Woman - ARe|Amazon|BN|iBooks|Smashwords

For the moment ... first line!

Here you go, the first line from the rough draft of Jon Black's Woman:-

“Fucking hell! At least kiss the woman, otherwise the next time I see your hard-on I’m going to chop it off.”

Things may change, but for now, I like where this one is going!

Now it's back to writing :-)

Missing in Paradise by Tilly Greene is OUT!

Missing in Paradise by Tilly Greene
contemporary erotic romance + bondage

eBook now available at Ellora's Cave

When the love of Mike’s life breaks up with him abruptly, he doesn’t know where to turn. Mary is an emotional mess who reacts without thinking, and immediately regrets her decision. Making things right with Mike isn’t easy. It requires privacy to rebuild their love and share their lust. Neither expects their getaway to become a major news story.

The tattooed retired surfer and daytime TV star are opposites, yet perfect for each other. But paradise isn’t easy on them. Their bond will need to stand up to the strain of a public-relations nightmare if they have any hope of making it work.


Excerpt

Mary Miller breathed deeply of the fresh salty air as she sat on the beach and watched Mother Nature do her thing. Waves crashed with a roar, rushed onto shore only to disintegrate and return to the ocean with a gentle swishing sound. The motion was a constant, predictable and yet never the same. She didn’t know when it happened, but at some point the beach had become an example of what she wanted out of life. No sharp edges or harsh points to cause pain throughout a unique journey.


The peacefulness of the beach at dawn eased into her pores and pushed out the tension. A slight breeze carried ocean spray to her uplifted face. There was only one blotch on her otherwise wonderful life. Mike Kane, the man she loved and had broken up with before he eventually walked out on her. They were great together and she’d wanted forever with him, except she knew they wouldn’t last that long. Leaving before she was left had been her solution for self-preservation. Unfortunately, she’d handled it all wrong and had only herself to blame.

Sipping her coffee, she watched a surfer ride a wave in with a variety of moves, before turning back over the crest and heading out for more. Maybe it was relaxing on the beach or watching surfers tackle the waves, but he was there in her head. She needed to figure out what to do next. As for the decision to leave first, she knew ending their time together hadn’t been right from the beginning, but had done it anyway and regretted it ever since.

“Hey,” the casual one word greeting startled her, but it was a large board and paddle dropping to the sand that made her jump. She looked up to see the man she’d been thinking about sit at her side. Encased in a full wetsuit, he rested his arms on bent knees as he checked out the waves.

Mary hadn’t a clue what to say or do to ease the tension between them. They’d been friends as kids, sweethearts in high school and finally lovers as adults. She didn’t want to lose him, but needed to think about what was best for her mental state.

Knowing an apology was necessary and actually giving one were two different things. She had no idea where to start, but knew simply saying sorry wouldn’t be nearly enough. Turning to look at him, she was struck by how handsome he was and her body responded to his sensual appeal. Didn’t her brain know it should be taking the lead right then, not her physical need for him. Apparently the two parts of her weren’t talking either and the pulse of desire beating in her pussy managed to rev up her hunger to be held by Mike again.

Had she said hello? She couldn’t remember saying anything and was shocked. Then again, it wasn’t a total surprise. Obviously Mike Kane robbed her of common sense. Looking at him closely, she soaked in every bit of flesh hidden away and left highlighted by the black rubber suit. Only his head, hands and feet were visible, and she felt compelled to wrap her arms and legs around him and never let go.

An onshore breeze helped the waves rise higher and delightfully rumpled his brown hair. She loved when it was in need of a cut. A little long so the strands curled a bit around the ears and neck. He’d probably rolled out of bed, put on the wetsuit and come out to paddle over the cold water. The man emoted sex and her need for his touch grew in strength. Her breath caught in the back of her throat when he turned and met her gaze. There was something there deep in the beautiful brown orbs that made her flinch, but they were connected. With the bond made, she was reminded of the last time they were intimate and wished they were making love instead of not talking to each other on the beach.

As if he read her mind, Mike suddenly held her as if he’d never let go and she was exactly where she wanted to be—held by him.

Momentum took them down to the sand where he held her hands on the sand by her head. Unable to manage a single word to either tell him yes or no, and it was definitely a yes, she gasped with pleasure when he threw a rubber covered leg over hers. The move hadn’t been necessary because there was no chance she’d leave.

In a heartbeat, his lips pressed firmly against hers and all she knew was how much she wanted whatever he offered. What they shared was not soft or tender, but what passed between them was filled with turmoil of raw passion and emotions.

He opened his mouth, ran his tongue across the seam as if demanding entrance and hers opened, ready to be ravished. They circled and danced around each other, hungry for the link they’d shared before. Thankfully Mike couldn’t ignore her need for his possession. He teased her passion to the surface and promised fulfillment. At first the kiss they shared was packed with what she believed was desire and love, then lust denied rushed forward and wouldn’t be ignored.

It was pure coincidence that he’d come down to the beach to paddle and collect his thoughts before seeing Mary, only to find her calmly watching the dawn’s surfers. Everything he’d planned to say to her fled as blood pumped through his body. Mike inhaled deeply to try to gain stability, only he caught a whiff of her flowery scent and was lost. He reached out and took what he wanted. The woman he loved was in his arms, beneath him, and he showed her what they had together.

Missing in Paradise by Tilly Greene
contemporary erotic romance + bondage

eBook now available at Ellora's Cave

A Favorite Aspect for AAD is...

It started in 2010, was requested by many and so there again in 2011, and Voodoo the favored tattoo artist for Authors After Dark will be traveling to New Orleans in 2012!

There were three tats done this year that I saw up close and they were all as unique and fabulous as the next.  Stella has a beautiful snowflake on her inner wrist and was being interviewed by a PBS crew while it was happening - the chick was dead calm, spooky.  Another was Bindah's [sp ?] of a partially opened book that looked ready to read on the back of her hip - totally delightful.

And the third belongs to Eon [of Augusta Li and Eon de Beaufont fame], the man to the right who recently stared as Frank-n-Furter from Rocky Horror Picture Show.  I begged him for a pic of his bicep tat because it is gorgeous and I wanted to share it here - thanks darlin', hugs!  The color of the heart is so bright, it says Boss over the top and fits on his arm perfectly.

Yes, tattoos were happening around the clock at AAD and none of them are the similar.  Can't wait to see who gets what next year!

Everyone Loves a Skull

I've talked here on the blog about tattoos and briefly on piercings in a few of my books, but Missing in Paradise is where the two intermingle and join forces.

The hero, Mike Kane, has quite a few tats, all of which depict various events in his life.  There's a 3D tattoo of a wound being stiched back together, a shark in the tribal style and then there are a few skeletons mentioned.  While a skull tattoo generally represents a big change in life through it's link with death, the more common association taken today is with danger and fear.  The former is more how Mike views them

Meanwhile the heroine, Mary Miller, chose her particular piercings for personal enjoyment and, even though she has a job in the public's eye, she words hard to keep them private.  They're for her pleasure and whomever she wants to share them with, and not fodder for the gossip mills.  It was an interesting turn to have her deciding to change her jewelry to reflect changes she was undertaking to live a more fulfilling life.

The fun part of working with tattoos and piercings, these in particular, is creating unique pieces specific to the characters involved.  If I could draw them, I would, but I can't and so did that with words.

Missing in Paradise, a contemporary erotic romance with bondage, will be released at Ellora's Cave on September 7th.

A Small Snippet About Tattoos

My Angel, New Zealand, and Dragon Lust [a seriously naughty free read from All Romance] are three books of mine where the heroes have tattooes.  I've also mentioned before about the hero in Missing in Paradise has tattoos and thought I'd share a bit more about ink.  The ones I mention the hero having are very personal to him and are unique in style.

That's right, if you don't know much about the ink, then I'll tell you there are many different styles in how they're drawn.  I recently stumbled across Venus [above] and tracked it back to the original Washington Post article, Thinking of Inking?, where you can run your mouse over the examples and read where they came from, as well as other images of how they work to how to take them off.  Very interesting.

One I didn't find any information mentioned, but unearthed during my research, I used in Missing in Paradise was a 3D style - an example of which is to the left.  I was intrigued by this type of tattoo and redesigned it for my hero who has it in a place that covers something up, cool, right?

Hump Day Reflections

I'm finishing off Missing in Paradise where the hero is a pro-surfer who retired after a shark attack and possesses some rather unique tattoos.  He has a wicked bad boy reputation who was caught by the press in a few naughty interludes.  While those happened in the past, everyone knows him to be the same person he was before, a down-to-earth guy who happens to really enjoy sex.  However, time has moved on, and the sex is best with the heroine who inadvertently turns his world upside down with a phone call.

This photo of Adam Levine of Maroon 5 by Ben Riggott [found on Homotography but featured in the UK's Cosmopolitan] reminded me of my guy.

As for the heroine, she's has no match, really, but if I had to try and find one it would sort of be Martha Stewart + Pink + Heather Locklear + a dash more of individuality.  Told you, not really like anyone else, but she is the perfect match for the hero.

It's All About Tattoos!

The research I've been doing is all about tattoos.  Because I don't have any or know anyone who does, I find it a unique experience to create a character who does have them.  For me, one question needs to be answered:

What do they have inked for posterity on their bodies?

I think it's an interesting point to flesh out to show the reader more deeply of who that character really is.  I'm doing it now and have done it before.  In My Angel the hero is a retired drummer wearing plenty of ink and this is how the heroine, an angel, views them:

"There were drumsticks around his wrists, a variety of naked women and skulls, a sun rising above a horizon around his hip, and others she couldn’t quite decipher. The words Hit Man written across his chest she knew was his nickname and assumed it was because of being a drummer, not because he was a Mafioso wannabe. Some were in color and others black. It was an interesting mix and she’d have to ask him what they represented to him, but specifically why a sunrise. That was the most moving piece she could see."

Everything that hero had done in life was there in particular tattooed pieces and that's what I seek now for the hero in Missing in Paradise.  I know who he is, but I want the reader to know him as well.  So, I've been searching through tattoo shops for samples, and found nothing that suited my man.  My solution is to design it myself and then I have something to detail and explore further for the reader.

Wish me luck.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, the heroine in My Angel doesn't have any tattoos and then, well, it's one of those twists I so enjoy adding to a story.

A new FREE READ is available!

Dragon Lust
Contemporary Erotica
Cover Artist: Stella Price

O'Reilly's is an average bar. People go there to have a drink after work and play the type of games that satisfy their personal needs, no matter how odd or different they may be. On this particular night, the dragon's lust rules, but who controls the dragon?

Okay, I hear you. How is it possible to have a contemporary with a dragon involved? How does that work and what's this about control?

Well, without giving anything away, here's a subtle hint:


Artist Tiago Hoisel

You can pick up your copy from All Romance eBooks [ARe].