Monday, August 12, 2013

Banging Rebecca

Banging Rebecca is a threesome story I just adored, from Alison Tyler. It's intense and beautifully dirty. It's a love song to musicians and youth and an indie scene that most of us will recognise.  I'm pretty sure I reviewed it, but Amazon seems to eat my reviews up... anyway, Alison't aiming to sell 50,000 copies - can you help? Over to her:

The number one rule in smut is location, location, location. No, wait, that’s real estate. But location is important for erotica, as well. In my stories, the settings sometimes become characters in their own right. In my Black Lace novel, Sticky Fingers, San Francisco is a major character. I wanted her to live and breathe.
In Banging Rebecca, the main scenarios take place at a house in Venice Beach, California. I hoped readers would be able to feel the surroundings, to imagine the lights and the sounds. The house exists. I’ve been there multiple times.
He drove me to his bungalow in Venice, then walked me around to the back, to the old porch hovering on the canal. Here, he fucked me again, on that timeworn wood, with the lights flickering on the water, as if we were in the real Venice, the other Venice, and not the SoCal wannabe. Everyone’s a wannabe in Southern California—even the cities. Marina del Rey dreams of becoming Saint Tropez. Brentwood has wet dreams of waking up as Beverly Hills.
Sean didn’t say a word at first. He simply stripped me down. This time, I was totally naked, boots off, stockings off, shorts ripped down so violently, the fabric tore. Shirt discarded. No bra to lose.
When he had me exactly the way he wanted me, he started to talk once more:
“I knew you were a bad girl when I saw you watching me play.”
            L.A. is never totally quiet. We could hear the helicopters overhead, chasing down some speed demon on the Highway. Music spilled from one of the houses nearby—Eric Clapton, soft and low. The sound of the water kept the rhythm, lapping on the struts of the porch. But mostly, I listened to Sean…
            Can you hear him, too?
     “Jesus, you’re so fucking wet.” His cock pressing into me, filling me up. His hands moving me, turning me so that I was on my back, legs over his shoulders. Then on my side, one thigh crossed over the other. “I’ve never felt a girl get so wet so quickly before. Must be because you truly are a slut.”
Buy Banging Rebecca to read the rest and find out what the inside of the house looks like.
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. 24/7 as she’s a total insomniac.