In case you don’t already know, Alison Tyler is my favorite author. Alison writes kink, she is known as the trollop with the laptop, and her writing speaks to me like no other.
I am so excited to give a tribute to her awesomeness and a chance to win five of her books.

ALISON TYLER draws on twenty-five years of penning sultry stories. Called “a trollop with a laptop” by East Bay Express, “a literary siren” by Good Vibrations and “the mistress of literary erotica” by Violet Blue, Alison Tyler is naughty and she knows it. She has written twenty-five explicit novels including Banging Rebecca, Dark Secret Love, Those Boys, and has edited about 50 collections. Her stories appear in over 100 anthologies. Her novels and short stories have been translated into Japanese, Dutch, German, Italian, Norwegian, Spanish and Greek.

Ms. Tyler is loyal to coffee (black), lipstick (red), and tequila (straight). She has tattoos, but no piercings; a wicked tongue, but a quick smile; and bittersweet memories, but no regrets. She believes it won’t rain if she doesn’t bring an umbrella, prefers hot and dry to cold and wet, and loves to spout her favorite motto: You can sleep when you’re dead. She chooses Led Zeppelin over the Beatles, the Cure over NIN, and the Stones over everyone. Yet although she appreciates good rock, she has a pitiful weakness for 80s hair bands.

In all things important, she remains faithful to her partner of seventeen years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume.

I just devour her work. It is deliciously wicked and written honestly from a person who lives the lifestyle. She knows how to pick stories for anthologies that are cleverly written and delight the reader. I want to offer you a chance to enjoy some of her work with a chance to win five of her books. These five books give you a chance to really see what Alison has to offer. Her anthologies are usually brilliant. Twisted was one of my favorite collections of Kink, and The Big Book of Bondage is a really sexy read as well. Her series A Story of Submission is loosely based on her life, as much as she is able to tell. Alison Tyler gives us her story, and the writing is stellar. Alison Tyler is able to re-create a scene making you feel like you are right there, inside her head. The details surround you as she describes her intro into BDSM and her beginnings as a writer. This series is still coming, I cannot wait for the next title.

Excerpt from Dark Secret Love

Byron made it clear to me that I was not his one and only. We were still free agents, able to see (and by “see” he meant “fuck”) other people without any of that nasty emotion called guilt. But I was his first choice for a date on Valentine’s Day, a time for lovers—he said this in a way that let me know I’d won some sort of prize in his book. Unfortunately, Byron was fighting off a cold. He took me out for an expensive dinner downtown and gave me an intricate violet lace corset from a fancy store. And then he drove me back to his place and passed out.
“You don’t have to stay,” were his last words before his head hit the pillow.
I called this chapter “Heart of Glass,” but I should have called it “Slut.” Say the word slowly with me. Wrap your tongue around it. Stretch it out sensuously. Sss-lllluttt.
I’d have been loyal if I’d stayed. But Byron had told me the rules of the game so many times they were tattooed on my heart: if I played with the big kids, I might get burned. And that remark left me free in my mind to bring my new present to the grocery store and wait until the end of Robert’s shift. I parked right up front, and when I walked into the store, his handsome face lit up immediately.
“One minute,” he said, “I have a few things to buy.”
If he was surprised to see me, he didn’t show any sign. He simply clocked out and walked into the parking lot, brown paper bag under one arm, bouquet in hand.
Grocery store flowers—cheap and dyed and perfect.
We went to his place at the beach, nearly empty, totally nondescript. He poured champagne into jelly glasses and we toasted each other.
Is the word echoing in your head yet? It should be. Because after downing the first glass, I excused myself from our party on the living room floor in order to use Robert’s bathroom. And inside that tiny space, I slipped on my newest piece of lingerie, working those intricate pearl buttons into the holes that ran the length of the form-fitting piece. It was tiny, a 32A, an ideal fit. There was a matching lace thong that covered just about nothing. But I knew I wouldn’t have either piece on for long.
Robert whistled when I came back into the room. And then he stood and lifted me into his arms and held me up against the wall. His favorite way to fuck. He was brutal by nature. Massively different from Byron. There were no books in his apartment. No pictures on the walls. He didn’t really exist in the place. It was simply where he went to sleep. Like a cave. A dwelling, not a home.
But it was exactly what I wanted. The way he held me against him, his massive chest, his rock-like body. I had one of those sweet, drunken discussions with a girlfriend
the other day, and we giggled about “cocks we’ve known.” Robert’s is one of the few that I can remember in great detail. In my memories, he is always erect.
And on this night, he fucked me for hours. With me riding him, my back on the wall, legs around his waist, the lace of my thong pushed to the side. Then with me bent over the edge of his thrift-store sofa, gritting my teeth as he slammed against me. Never slowing down. Never needing to pause.
He spanked me with those great big mitts of his. Spanked me because he liked the sound and the feel and the way I got wetter with each stroke. He knew enough to pull me over his lap, to put me in the proper pose, to hiss the statements that would take me where I needed to go.
“Bad girl, showing up after midnight to get fucked.”
“Yes, Robert.”
“You know what I ought to do to you, don’t you?” He was sex incarnate. And although I could tell that he loved the dainty finery of the lingerie, he couldn’t be gentle with the pieces. He was always rough, needing to pull at the lace rather than waste precious time working the buttons to get the corset off. Tearing the panties with his paws, leaving the whole new outfit in tatters.
I flashed on Byron, passed out on his bed, half a world away in Hollywood, not dreaming I could be this deviant. No inkling at all that I could be this bad.
“Such a slut…Tell me what you need…Come on, girl.
Say it.”
I stayed all night with Robert. Or all that was left of the night. I didn’t mind that it was already February 15th by the time he’d clocked out of work. Didn’t mind that Cupid had left the building. I got precisely what I wanted on Valentine’s Day. The perfect gift for the perfect slut.

(click on the titles to see my reviews for these reads)

 Dark Secret Love: A Story of Submission by Alison Tyler

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The Delicious Torment: A Story of Submission by Alison Tyler

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Wrapped Around Your Finger: A Story of Submission by Alison Tyler


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Each book in this series could be read as a stand-alone. There are no annoying cliffhangers or questions left unanswered, there is just more of Samantha’s journey. Alison invites us to interpret her devotion for Jack, and their devotion for each other. This book (this series really) should be called a great romance. Yes, it was really sexy. I loved the way Alison writes about the pain, the humiliation, the lust, but she also works in her uncertainty. This is for real. This is not for faint hearted players or someone that wants to read a flippant summer romance. This is a couple (threesome really) that expounds on what it means to go all out for someone. Stepping out of her comfort zone repeatedly for growth, Jack opens up Samantha’s world and with that her trust is multiplied.

Twisted: Bondage with an Edge edited by Alison Tyler


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This is a collection of twenty-five stories by various authors. The stories varied from public sex and humiliation to bondage and control. I honestly didn’t think I would enjoy it so much, since we really only dabble with kink. There it is, the beauty of this book is that within its variety I could find what really turned me on about kink. I found some of my favorite stories within its pages. Keep in mind this book is a collection of stories written by both the sub and the Dom, the new and the well worn. So there is a good chance some of it will sound good to you, if you are kinky at all. All of the stories contain bondage of some sort, or control.

The Big Book of Bondage: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint edited by Alison Tyler


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I haven’t written a review for this book yet, it should be up in a few days. This is another delicious anthology edited by Alison Tyler. “To Alison Tyler, bondage means “I trust you to keep me safe,” and yet BDSM can also mean “I trust you to hurt me.” Because the most important part of bondage, of dominance—of all the slippery ways one can play with those concepts—is trust. Of course, in The Big Book of Bondage, trust involves leather cuffs, collars, whips, blindfolds, belts, gags and toys.”

 Excerpt from Big Book of Bondage “The Naughty Chair” by Donna George Storey

“Not here, Zach.”
Smiling mischievously, he bent over and planted a kiss on her brown curls, right above her clit.
She let out a squeal and tried to get up off the chair. While the idea of someone watching made her belly clench with dark pleasure, she’d never been as bold in her actions as in her fantasies.
“Give me two minutes, Jillian. If you don’t want me to continue after that, I’ll stop.”
She nodded. Yet no sooner had he lavished one long, slow lick along her cleft than she instinctively put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away.
“Naughty girl. This time I want you to hold on to the edges of the chair. Tightly. So you won’t sabotage my efforts.”
To her own surprise, Jillian obeyed, curling her fingers around the cool, oaken edges of the chair seat.
Zach made no move to continue. He seemed to be enjoying the view.
“Look, you’re so excited, you’ve already made my robe damp,” he murmured.
She let out a soft “oh” of embarrassment as her right hand reflexively moved to cover herself.
Clicking his tongue, Zach grabbed her wrist and moved her hand back to the edge of the chair. “One more slipup and I’m going out to my car to get some rope to tie your hands to this damned chair.”
Jillian’s body jerked as if she’d been slapped. Yet the image of Josh marching back into the apartment with a coil of golden rope made her cheeks flame and her vagina flutter.
“But you won’t make me do that, will you, Jillian? You’re going to be a very good girl and cooperate. Because you know you want this.”
Jillian squirmed, but she dutifully kept her hands clenched around the edges of the chair. She wasn’t quite sure how he got the idea she wanted him to eat her pussy in front of the window, but his game was arousing her intensely. Her breasts were flushed, her belly churned with lust and her clit was impossibly stiff, as if it were preening before his gaze like a tiny cock.
“You do want it, don’t you, Jillian?”
She whimpered and bit her lip.
Hot breath tickled her thighs. Then a gentle hiss of air caressed her vulva.
“Good girl. You’re showing them you want it. All the people looking in at us through the window with their binoculars. Now, if I did tie you to the chair, they might think I was forcing you. But this is voluntary bondage. One woman’s struggle between her desire and her inhibition. It’s really something to watch. I wonder which side will win?”
His low, insinuating voice made sweat rise all over Jillian’s body. Strange how these words alone could inflame her desire, creating an obscene picture of voyeuristic neighbors across the alley—a gray-templed man in a Hawaiian shirt, a housewife still glowing from her weekend morning yoga class—studying her wanton sexual display through big, sporty binoculars, their own hands creeping between their legs.
Zach started in again, flicking her clit with lazy, catlike motions. At first, she was still able to worry— faintly—that someone could actually see them. As he picked up the tempo, pleasure overtook caution. The pressure on her hands set her arms tingling with the strain. Gradually the sensation moved into her chest, her torso, swirling down to meet the thrumming pleasure of his mouth on her sweet spot. With each breath the feeling grew, until her whole body was like a buzzing clit. She felt the telltale pressure of an orgasm deep in her core, but she didn’t want to come yet. This taut, raw feeling was too delicious.
Still, it took all the willpower she had to pry her hand from the chair and touch his shoulder.
He pulled back, smacking his lips. “Had enough?”
“No, I didn’t mean stop…” She faltered.
“Tell me you want it, Jillian.”
Why was this so difficult? After all, it was just a few simple words. She’d already done worse, exposing herself to any stranger with a view of the window. “I want it,” she said softly.
“Even with the whole neighborhood watching?” he teased.
Jillian’s throat tightened. This was still the shame for her—and the thrill.
“I…want them to see me come,” she choked out.
“Right, then. Let’s give them a good show.”

I am really excited to host a giveaway for paperbacks of all 5 books; Dark Secret Love, The Delicious Torment, Wrapped Around Your Finger, Twisted- Bondage with an Edge, and The Big Book of Bondage!

Contest is open to US/Canadian residents age 21 or older, and ends March 31, 2015. Winner will be notified via email and have 48 hours to respond and claim their prize. Prize will be shipped by Cleis Press. Thanks to Cleis Press for allowing me to host this giveaway, and to Alison Tyler for just being fucking awesome.
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