A little cosplay between friends... And an excerpt

In NO RESERVATIONS, heroine Kate is working as a seamstress for a small town tailor but while she hems suits and repairs dresses during the day, at night, she's sewing up something entirely different.

Kate's original goal was to be a costume designer on Broadway but that's a dream she never got to pursue. Her mom died shortly before her college graduation and Kate never strayed far from home.

But Kate's creativity never faltered. From her custom-made wedding dresses and lingerie to her burlesque and cosplay costumes, she keeps busy.

If you go to my Pinterest board Kate's Lingerie, you'll see a few examples of the lingerie that fascinates Tyler. And check out the Agent Provocateur site. Stunning lingerie. Not a size 2? Fear not. You can find gorgeous, sexy stuff at Big Gals Lingerie.

I can't sew worth a damn but cosplay (costume play) fascinates me. Go to any fan convention and you'll see people dressed up like their favorite anime, video game, superhero or literary characters. The attention to detail can be amazing and you look at these people and think, "They have way too much time on their hands."

Actually, they don't. They just love what they do. Have you seen the new Syfy show, "Heroes of Cosplay"? The costumes are amazing, the creativity is off the charts and the cosplayers are fanatical.

In NO RESERVATIONS, Kate shows off her creations to Tyler and gets exactly the reaction she was hoping for. Here's a little taste:


Taking a deep breath, she opened the door.

And had to work hard to control her smile when Tyler turned away from the window where he was standing and his mouth dropped open for several seconds.

Yes. This was exactly the response she’d been looking for.

It gave her the courage to saunter out into the living room. The air brushed against her exposed skin, pebbling her nipples until they peaked beneath the lace.

He held a glass in his hand, though the clear liquid appeared to be water. She noticed how his fingers flexed around the glass before he set it on the closest table.

As his mouth closed, his gaze made a leisurely trip from her bare feet up to her eyes.

“Do you like this one?” She posed with her feet together and her hands clasping the feather duster just below her breasts, looking at him from beneath her lashes. “I got the idea from a costume I made for a play in college.”

As she breathed, the feathers brushed against her breasts, the sensation intensifying the lust pulsing through her body.

A flush spread across Tyler’s cheeks and his eyes glittered in the dusky light of the room. Without saying a word, he lifted his hand and drew circles in the air with his index finger.

She complied with his request—at least, she chose to think of it as a request—and did a slow spin. “So what do you think?”

He walked forward, and she thought he’d come to her. Instead, he stopped at the couch and sat down.
Sprawled would be more like it. He slung one arm on the back of the couch and let the other rest on the cushion next to him. With his dark hair tousled, as if he’d been running his fingers through it, and the casual jeans and tight T-shirt that clung to his broad chest, she wanted to go over and sit on his lap and lick him. Everywhere.

“I think I’d like to see what else you have in that bag.”

His voice had deepened to a low rasp and she was glad she’d added a thong to the ensemble. It would be soaked by the time she was finished but that was okay.

She pouted and put one hand on her cocked hip. “Don’t you like it? I would have thought this would be right up your alley, being in the hotel business and all.”

The corners of his mouth barely moved in a smile but she knew he was. “I’m all for letting you design the next round of service uniforms, sweetheart. But I think I’d have a riot on my hands.”

She sighed dramatically and turned on her heel to head back to the bedroom. But just before she closed the door behind her, she looked over her shoulder. “Then I guess we’ll just have to try something a little less . . . frilly.”

With the door closed, she practically skipped back to the bed and the pile of clothes she’d laid there.
Shimmying out of the maid’s costume, she let it drop to the floor as she picked up a leaf-green piece of chamois deliberately made to look torn and jagged. She tied that around her breasts then tied a slightly larger, dark brown chamois piece around her waist.

She didn’t bother with the headband. He’d get the general idea.

“I always did want to be Tarzan when I grew up,” he said as she stopped just in front of him this time.

“He certainly has that beauty-and-the-beast thing going for him. What do you think of this one?”

“I think it’s sexy as all hell. And I think you should come over here and let me take it off you.”

Right then she realized she wanted him to come after her. Wanted to break his rigid control and entice him off the couch and to her.

“Hmm, no. I don’t think you’re all that interested in this one. I guess we’ll just have to try another.”

When she returned the next time, she swore he turned a deeper shade of red.

She hadn’t been sure what he’d make of this one.

“I’m missing the boots but I think you get the general idea. What do you think of this one?”

He didn’t say anything right away, his gaze glued to her body. He stared so long, she wondered if she’d actually shocked him.

Finally, he stood, closing the few feet between them.

He towered over her, hands at his sides as he circled around her.

“What was your inspiration for this one?”

She actually shivered at the sound of his voice, couldn’t control it. “I had a huge crush on Keanu Reeves in The Matrix. I wanted to be Trinity.”

“I think her clothes were a little more . . . concealing.”

He still hadn’t touched her yet she could feel the heat of his body like a caress against her skin. Her fingers curled into her palms to keep from reaching for him when he stopped in front of her again.

“I took a few liberties.”

“I see that.”

Yes, this costume was made of leather, but it probably only used the same amount of fabric as one pants leg of Trinity’s outfit.

The black shorts were no more than six inches at the widest point and, though he couldn’t see it, the crotch was missing. Well, not missing, she just hadn’t made one.

Her breasts were mostly bare, although her nipples were covered by crisscrossing, two-inch strips of leather that attached at her neck and behind her back.

Another intricate pattern of straps crossed her stomach and attached to the shorts.

“Is The Matrix the only inspiration you had for this?”

She knew what he was asking. “I had a personal request for this one.”

His gaze finally connected with hers. “From someone who wanted you to wear it?”

Was that jealousy she detected in his tone? “From someone who wanted to wear it herself.”

He nodded, and she knew he’d totally dismissed the thought. “Do you have any more?”

“Only one.”

“Am I going to get to see it now?”

“Do you want to?”

“Do you have other designs at home?”


His lips barely moved but she could tell he was smiling. “Then let’s see the last one.”


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