Tilly Greene, author of scorching romances

Mimi St. John is an intelligent, successful, woman in a committed relationship, or so she thought. After dropping hints and finally getting a small taste of what she truly wanted from her lover, being bound and taken, he leaves.

Rick Milston has known from the first moment he saw his lover that she was the only one for him. They suit each other perfectly. As they make the steps to start down a new path, life rears it's head and turns everything upside down.

Will the lovers find their way back to where they'd left off? Will they be able to fulfill a promise to a friend, which also happens to send them down yet another erotic path? Will love, trust and commitment win out?

Excerpt

Nerves and adrenaline ran wild through Mimi. A small trickle of sweat slid down her spine and settled in the small of her back. Today was a day that has turned out to be very exciting. Of course she would survive this upheaval in her private life, there was no doubt of that. But a muse was a fabulous title and one she wouldn’t take lightly. She’d ignore everything else to bring this about for Armand, all while luxuriating under this new and unusual spotlight. What was important was that she’d enjoy helping her friend make a huge splash this Fashion Week.

As quietly as she could in the extremely high heels she wore, she carefully stepped out onto the dark stage, and prepared to strike her opening pose. In the back of her mind, she kept repeating her goals for this event. While acting as Armand’s muse and model, she needed to entice the buyers to buy and impress the magazine editors to put the ensemble both on their covers and between them. Then there was the fashionistas in the audience to wow so they’d want to wear it for some event, even if it was a private party. If she could accomplish all of that, then her nervousness would be worthwhile.

In a moment of weakness, she thought about how Rick had planned to be here, participating in this once in a lifetime experience with her. Now the event was here and she was alone. Unlike her usual self, Mimi felt unsure, restless, a little scared, and heartbroken. She just wanted it all to start. She was sure once the first steps were made, everything would be fine.

Shaking her head, she took a steadying breath and tried to redirect her thoughts to something more banal like where the event was taking place.

Bryant Park, located in the heart of Manhattan between Fifth and Sixth Avenues at the cornerstone of Midtown and the Theater District. It was a square of green serenity surrounded by a sea of tall buildings. One of those stone monoliths was the New York Public Library, which offered a majestic backdrop to the white tents pitched for the bi-annual Fashion Week.

Armand told her how he’d made an early decision to do something unusual this year and had opted for an evening slot in the library’s Astor Hall for his show. The catwalk was placed in white marble, vaulted ceilings and very detailed beaux-arts entrance hall for the library. Despite the incredible height of the ceilings, she thought the space was much more intimate and elegant than a tent. No matter how much the latter was dressed up, it couldn’t match the style found in the historical setting.

This building was one of her favorite in the city. The architectural design was the first thing that had drawn her attention, but the interesting events and spectacular exhibitions showcasing their private collection had encouraged her to become a member. Even now two grand lions found outside flanking the front door protected her much as Rick would have.

Darn it! Mimi gave herself a mental shake. She’d been doing so well keeping him from her mind. She’d have to think of something else to help her find the muse Armand had designed this outfit for.

Leather.

That’s it, she’d think about her love of leather and how today Armand has dressed her all up in the luxurious natural material. It gave her great pleasure to wear and smell it. She felt desirable when surrounded by it. Add in a chance to act the supermodel while wearing it, and she knew she’d 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. Today she was the bride, albeit an unconventional one. When Armand first asked if she’d be willing to make this walk, she’d been very hesitant. Not because she was ashamed of showing her body, she was pleased with her very real figure and its full curves. It was more because she knew the fashion world could be a cruel arena for anyone who colored outside the box and this show was further out there than he’d ever gone before. He’d instantly pooh-poohed her concerns and continued down the path exactly as he’d envisioned it.

Mimi focused on taking slow, calming breathes through her nose. She thought about how each piece of clothing, designed specifically for her felt, 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 they were, brought moisture to slit.

Today, she did not model the usual virginal bridal attire of white satin and lace. No, that type of gown would be impossible for Armand to envision. His bride was an independent spirit, a mysterious, unique woman who was not afraid to show her erotic side while making a very serious declaration to the man she loved.

Every item she wore for this show left her feeling as special and beautiful as any woman about to walk down that particular aisle. What was different was that this bride freely chose to walk down the aisle dressed entirely in black leather, sexually vulnerable, ready to submit body and soul to her mate.

Click for Mini Book Trailer

Click for a sneak peek behind the scenes

Click for Reviews

Back to Books...

HOME BOOKS BLOG FUN STUFF EVENTS LINKS ABOUT ME

Contact Tilly at tilly@tillygreene.com

ART WORK by Christine Clavel

Unauthorized use of any part of this website is strictly forbidden.