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First Footing is NOT a lost tradition!

originally posted 12.31.10



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



And now the real party begins with first-footing!



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



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



Have a good and safe holiday!

Tilly Greene

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Still have that warm sharing feeling? I hope so!

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


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



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



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

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


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



Search!  You can now just type in an authors name, book title, whatever, and search the website for an answer ... cool!

 

Domain!  JasmineJade was fine, but I am so happy to have it all as in all the imprints and boutique  are under one name ... ELLORA'S CAVE !



I told you it was all fabness :-)



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



Enjoy the new discovery!

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

Master’s Submission by Helena Harker

An Ellora’s Cave Quickie

When Bethany reads her Master’s note, she expects it to contain the usual set of instructions telling her how to prepare for their Friday evening play session. But her Master asks for the unexpected—he wants her to be his Domme. Bethany is terrified at the prospect, but she doesn’t want to disappoint Master. She’ll need to tap into her inner dominatrix if she’s to give her newly submissive lover what he needs.

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Excerpt:  Chapter One

I stood by the bedside table, where Master had left his instructions on a piece of red paper he’d transformed into an origami swan. Beautiful. A shame to unfold it, really. Every Friday night, he left me prep work for the scene he wanted to act out when he returned from the office.

Sometimes he made simple requests, asking me to answer the door dressed only in my leather collar and crotchless panties, and then kneel at his feet after he entered. Or he gave me more detailed instructions, where I had to cook a three-course meal, light candles, make up the bed in satin sheets and lay out the various crops and floggers in a straight line on the mahogany desk by the window. Master loved scenarios involving costume play, especially when I wore my corseted Victorian gown, and he tied me to the bed, ravishing me while I begged to be set free. Other times I draped myself in filmy veils and posed as a harem girl, shimmying my hips in an improvised belly dance. When I finished removing the veils, dropping them one by one at his feet, he played the sultan and demanded sexual favors.

I held the paper swan to my nose, inhaling its scent. His scent. I caught the faint hint of musky cologne, Fetiche, which I bought for his birthday. One fold at a time, I straightened the paper, tingling in anticipation. What did he desire this evening? Bondage? Spanking? A session with the flogger that ended in a frenzy of fucking? Warmth spread through my pussy as multiple possibilities spun inside my mind. Closing my eyes, I pressed the paper against my lips.

When Master wrote his notes, the pen left indentations in the paper. The precisely looped Ds and bold Ys reflected his assertive personality.



 Dearest Bethany,

Tonight, your task is to be my Domme. Do what you like with me.

Your humble servant,

Dylan

 

What? Domme him? I didn’t have a clue how to be a Domme. I’d always been his submissive. We’d been together five years and for that entire time, I’d acted as his willing servant, surrendering to him, pleasing him. The roles suited us to perfection. My previous relationships were the same. I’d always been with a Dom, and never, ever considered any other role for myself. Being a sub fulfilled me.

I read the note a second time. He signed it Dylan, his real name. All the other messages had been signed Master.

What do I do? What do I do?







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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






Coming out November 21st at Ellora’s Cave!




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 :-)

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

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



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



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



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



WARNING: This erotica bondage short is all sex!





Excerpt



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“Do you remember the night we met?”



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



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



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

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

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



Order at ARe|Amazon|BN|Smashwords



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



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



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



WARNING: This erotica bondage short is all sex!





Excerpt



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



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



“Do you remember the night we met?”



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



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



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

Tilly Greene

Scorching romances full of twists, turns and ties.

www.tillygreene.com

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

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



Shifter Non-Wolf Novel of the Year

Blood and Silver by James R. Tuck

Croc & the Fox by Eve Langlais

Come Back by Tilly Greene

When a Dragon Lusts a Woman by Dagmar Avery and Charlotte Steele



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




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


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



Check out the list here and then go register!



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



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



Looking forward to seeing you there and talking BOOKS!

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

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



eBook available from All Romance|Amazon|BN|Smashwords




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



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





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








Excerpt





Whitby, North Yorkshire


England





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




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




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




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




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




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




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




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




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




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




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




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




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




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




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





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




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




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

Tilly Greene

Scorching romances full of twists, turns and ties.

www.tillygreene.com

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