Delicious Torment Blog Tour

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The Delicious Torment
A Story of Submission

Alison Tyler

Alison Tyler has been hailed as the best BDSM fiction writer of today. But wait a minute—is her work really purely fictional? Blurring lines between memoir and meta in The Delicious Torment, Tyler dares to expose in prose that pulsates off the page. Raising all bets that began in the critically acclaimed Dark Secret Love, this coming-of-age story sees Samantha entwined with an older man, a bondage connoisseur and her equal in every way, as she explores the deepest recesses of her master’s desires and her heart.

Story of O meets 9 1/2 WeeksThe Delicious Torment is fueled by lust, longing and need.

“What all of us had hoped Fifty Shades would actually be.”
—Violet Blue

“This tightly written piece of erotica is absolutely fabulous…. The sex is scorching, the characterization divine. This is what erotica is supposed to be. Even if BDSM isn’t your kink, it’s easy to get off on the emotion and the tightly constructed prose. Tyler is a master wordsmith.”
—City Book Review

“Readers tired of sensationalistic portrayals of BDSM will appreciate Tyler’s nuanced and realistic approach.”
Publishers Weekly

“This could be a roadmap for other uninhibited young women, a trip down memory lane for older submissives, and escapist fantasy for the curious among us; any way you read it, this book is a lot of fun.”
—xoxoamore

Hello everyone and welcome to my stop on the Delicious Torment blog tour! When I heard Alison was continuing her series, I was overjoyed. I love a dark, sexy tale and who better to give the grrrrr in growl than Alison?  She rocks it down all the way to my toes–I don’t care what it is she is writing, but this series takes it to a whole new level.  Join me as Alison answers a few questions about her work, some sexy cookie moments and a suggestion for anyone submitting a short story to her anthology calls.

Without further ado…

The Interview:

1. What was your inspiration to write Delicious?
Years ago—and we’re now moving closer to a decade ago—a reader asked me how I got my start in erotica. I responded with a blog post. And then a second one. And, hell, a third. I’ve said this before, but half-a-million words later, I’m still answering the question.
2. The characters in the book are a continuation in a series. How many more books do you envision? A trilogy perhaps?
Well, I’ve definitely envisioned a ménage, because I recently turned in the third (but by no means final) book. Hopefully, I’ll be allowed six. What would I love? Ten.
3. What elements do you look for in good erotic fiction?
Push my buttons right away, from the very first sentence. Tie me up with your words. Hold me down with your phrases. Cuff me with your clever scenario. Then punctuate the fuck out of me, baby.
4. What are some of your pet peeves when you get a submission?
No title. What is up with that? Several stories for my latest call slid in without titles. Can you imagine the Table of Contents?
(Untitled) by so and so
(Untitled) by such and such
(Untitled) by who the fuck cares?
Honestly, even as an art history major, I was annoyed by artists who didn’t title their work. No idea why. But I really feel like things should be given a name.
Other pet peeves? Big blocks of text. No dialogue. Tired tropes. Same landscape I’ve seen before. Old-married couples looking to spice things up. Please.
5. Tell us about some of your new submission calls.
Right this second, I have a call for super-short stories. I won’t waste words. Check it out: http://alisontyler.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-next-big-thing.html
6. Flogger or whip?
Yes, please.
7. Heels or flats?
Stack-heeled, patent-leather Mary Janes. In every color. Motorcycle boots. Granny shoes. Mules.
8. If I was your favorite cookie, what flavor would I be?
Pepperidge Farm Bordeaux. And I would dunk you in chilled white wine. Because I’m trashy like that.
(I believe this is my turn to say yes please!)
 
9. What is one thing you want readers to get from Delicious?
That love doesn’t fit into a specific definition. That preconceived notions can be left in a glossy puddle on the bathroom floor. What if you loved someone who loved someone else? And rather than that be the end, the three of you looked at the situation as the beginning?
10. What is your steamiest sex scene ever? (And you have lots of them! xox)
Fabulous question. Thank you. Taking the pain for someone else is probably my number-one fantasy. “Take it,” may be the two most erotic words in English to my submissive ears.
In Dark Secret Love (the first novel in my latest series) Sam will not give her safeword and Jack shields her body from a whipping with his own skin. I fucking love that.
Alison Tyler is the author of the new series of submission novels from Cleis Press: Dark Secret Love, The Delicious Torment, Wrapped Around Your Finger. Find her atalisontyler.blogspot.com or at twitter.com/alisontyler.
Excerpt:
“When we’re finished here, you’ll get dressed. I don’t want to be late.”
            “Finished—“ I echoed, feeling the dismal mood slowly draining out of me, replaced bit by bit with a fresh wave of fear.
            “You don’t think I’m going to let your behavior today go unnoticed.”
            I hung my head.
            “Not rewarded, of course,” he continued. I heard the dark smirk in his voice, yet I knew that had I looked up, his face would be stone.
            “No, Jack.”
            He didn’t tell me what to next. He took over, coming forward and placing me roughly against the wall, palms flat to keep myself steady. He worked the buttons on my fly before hauling my jeans and panties down for me, just past my knees. His belt was already off, and he had easy access, was able to grab it up, double the leather, and start without hesitation.
            Each stroke felt impossible to bear. I don’t know why or even how the pain can fluctuate—or maybe it’s my ability to take the pain—maybe it’s the mood that matters. But I was in that place, that bratty, mule-headed place, and I lost my head. I tried to turn, to tell him—what? To tell him No? That it wasn’t fair? That I hadn’t done anything specifically to him? I’d been in a funk because of my writing. That was all.
            But none of that counted. My mood had bled into Jack’s world. And that’s all that mattered to him. That and the fact that I tried to fight the punishment, which changed the situation in a flash.
            He was on me, now, dragging me over to the bed. And I fought him, not wanting to get away—not really. If I had been desperate, I would have acted differently. We both knew that by now. I would have groveled. Begged. Wept. Instead, I tested him, struggling, and he had to work to get cuffs on me, to pin me down the way he wanted, ripping my jeans and panties all the way off and going to work on my ass now, seriously, with the belt, blow after blow, until the struggling subsided and I was….
            What was I?
            I was…. Tamed?
            No. Never tamed.
            Broken?
            No, not that either. Jack didn’t want to break me. He liked me wild and spirited.
            Fixed. That’s how I felt. Tuned up. Back to normal. As if he had given me a dose of some strong medicine. Jack knew. I don’t know how he knew. He knew because of who he was and who I was. He’d said he’d known me since he’d first seen me at Jody’s party, years before. He’d claimed he understood me way back then. Now, he’d known—in himself, in his heart—that I was craving this sort of treatment. The fighting on my part was merely a last desperate struggle to hang onto a foul mood. Why would I want to do that?
            When he was finished, we were both breathless. But I was me again.
Thanks Alison. I needed that…*sigh* Now I’m going back to reading this sexy tale. I just can’t get enough!

ALISON TYLER has made being naughty a full-time job. Her sultry short stories appear in more than 100 anthologies, and she is a prolific editor of bestselling erotic anthologies like The Big Book of BondageSudden Sex, and Down and Dirty. In all things important, she remains faithful to her husband of 15 years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume. Find her at alisontyler.com andalisontyler.blogspot.com

Banging Rebecca: A Sexy Interlude with Alison Tyler

Banging Rebecca

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/9469410-banging-rebecca

http://www.amazon.com/Banging-Rebecca-ebook/dp/B002HWRIV8/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1376323536&sr=1-2&keywords=banging+rebecca

Banging Rebecca is a dirty rock and roll story about a girl, a band, and a wicked desire. The 21 pp novella is filled with the type of kink that Alison Tyler fans love best: bondage, spanking, exhibitionism, and hardcore s-e-x!

Let’s start with a bang, an excerpt from Banging Rebecca, that is. Pay attention. There will be a test.

While most of the girls in the crowd oohed over Derrick Jacobsen, the feline lead singer with the mane of white hair, I had been captivated by Sean. He wore a sleeveless chrome-gray tee-shirt, and the muscles in his arms flexed and danced when he beat the skins. He was a man possessed, eyes glazed, body moving as he kept the band on track. Yet apparently, he’d felt me watching him, had seen me through his tangled mess of caramel curls.

That night, he tore down my midnight shorts and stared impatiently until I stepped forward—leaving a tiny ripple of black satin on the gravel-strewn ground. I was wearing thigh-high fencenet stockings and no panties, and he hesitated only long enough to bend to his knees on the pavement and lick my clit. His face burrowed into me, and I gripped onto his ripped shoulders—my fingers slipping on his bare skin—and sighed. Although the urge was there, I didn’t toss my back head or close my eyes. I wanted to see everything, wanted to watch as he parted my nether lips with his thumbs and went in tight for those dreamy circles around and around my clit.

“Fucking god,” I hissed.

We were in a groove right from the very start, no stammering, no struggling. But when he sensed my impending climax, he stood up, lifted me up in those steady arms of his, pinned me against the brick wall, and slammed inside of me.

I cried out at the first thrust of his cock, driving hard and fast into my pussy.

“You like that.”

“Yeah.”

One of the questions I get asked the most is this: How much of what you write is truth, and how much is fiction? Some authors become incensed at this query. Do you ask a mystery writer how many victims he’s dispatched? A horror writer if she has a monster in her closet? But I understand the titillating thrill of being an erotic writer, so I will crack open my diary and share a bit of truth.

In the above scene, there is something I have rarely done in real life. Wanna read it again? Do you want to try and guess?

Okay, here’s the big (or rather, small) reveal: I own only one pair of shorts. No, really. I don’t like shorts. I’ve never liked shorts. I have a pair of button-fly cut-offs that are perfect in every way, and aside from that—me and shorts, we don’t play well together. I prefer abbreviated skirts, the ones that hug, the ones you can pull up a little for that extra slutty flavor or pull down to turn into a kinky secretary’s best asset. I know. You really were hoping I would have those black satin short-shorts in my drawer, but I don’t.

As for the rest? Well, yeah. I’ve done that.

XXX,

Alison

Called a “Trollop with a Laptop” by East Bay Express and “a hell of a writer” by Violet Blue, Alison Tyler is naughty and she knows it. Her sultry short stories have appeared in more than 100 anthologies. She is the author of more than 25 erotic novels, most recently Dark Secret Love, and the editor of more than 75 explicit anthologies. Visit alisontyler.blogspot.com 24/7 as she’s a total insomniac.

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Thanks Alison for visiting the blog today! That was super smokin hot and I can’t wait to read it! Now I’m going for those ice cubes…