Bound for Trouble, bound for you?

A Christmas giveaway! I've got a story in here called Monthly, semi inspired by that cool werewolf film about the sexy woman who locks herself in her basement once a month and turns into a wolf. She might well have been French. Sort of set the bar for me for lycanthropy as a metaphor for female sexuality.

 Anyway, that's an aside (though if you can remember what the film is called, please tell me). This woman isn't a wolf, she just likes being locked in the basement every month or so. This is a story in which she Gets Caught and wrestles with her oh no, is kink wrong!? demon.

 I think about this a lot. I have a friend who considers herself modern and accepting, but she's routinely scathing and scoffing about anything kinky. One of these days I'll ask her what she'd do if she'd never been able to come to anything but the kinks she dismisses so readily. Would she go to therapy? Aversion therapy? Like people who try not to be gay? Or would she find ways to accept herself and her needs. Ponder ponder.
I also wonder about the way we laud athletes and the agony they put themselves through, for the sake of a challenge, of endorphins, of a win. What would you rather do, have a severe spanking, or run a marathon? Which would be more damaging to your body, I wonder. Which would make you cry more. I tell you this, I'd have another unmedicated labour in a flash before I ever attempted to run a marathon. And as for the spanking...

 But back to the comp. Leave a comment, think of something that's not illegal but that's tougher than a spanking, and I will pick a name after Christmas. And if it's only Charlie J Forrest, it's all good! :)

books in the post

I'm working this afternoon instead of this morning, which is a bit of a drag, but right now I'm sitting in bed with a clutch of books around me, courtesy of Cleis Press and some review copies. I've a beautiful book on veggie growing, and two feel the fear and do it anyway type books that might encourage me to ... get out of bed, or at least do something more productive therein. And I've Alison Tyler's Twisted, which I failed to submit to, which makes me sad, as there's a lovely ToC of accomplished writers, and the first story by Jax Baynard is just ... it's excellent. The voice, the detail, the writing style... it makes me very happy, as it's just completely opposite to the lazier style of story I might sometimes indulge in... sex scenes without much behind them, no writery balls. I don't really know how to describe what I mean, but I know this story has both delighted me and put me to shame, and stalled my current up-against-a-deadline plan in its tracks, because I don't want to write something nothingy, or twee. I want to write grown-up, like this story. It's called Foundation Stone. I don't know if the rest of the book could possibly measure up, if it does, I may have to quit altogether. Reviews to come...

The Delicious Torment

I just wrote 'The Divine Torment' in the title bar. Can't be a coincidence.

The Delicious Torment 

Welcome to the second book of Alison's adventures in kinkland. This one is a treat  for me, because I just adored, loved, delighted at the love triangle, as it were, this book hinges on. I waited gleefully, because I know this book would be The Book of Alex.

In fact, it was more so than I imagined, as the story has been distilled down to focus around that particularly complex relationship between Sam, Jack and Jack's personal assistant Alex and their difficult and interesting dynamic. I loved reading about it on the blog, it left me breathless, full of gasp! moments (my favourite kind), from the moment Alex walks into the apartment and commands Sam to bend over so he can plug her.

Sadly, the book leaves out that little moment, as well as others that clarify the challenges of the relationship with Jack - in doing so it glosses over some of the more testing experiences he puts her through - the first caning isn't there - reading that, what, six years ago? made me genuinely react in fear, it seemed such a scary thing. Though at that stage, caning in porn was still something I covered my eyes for... funny how things become less shocking over time.

I want it all back in the story - I wish each moment could still be there, as I said before, but edited as it is, the book becomes a concise description of how the love affair develops as Jack tests Sam and pushes his own emotional fences.

I've seen it suggested that you can read this book as a standalone story, but honestly, I think you'd be doing yourself no favours to do that. Read it as part of how this intense, scary, deeply romantic relationship builds and grows, how every day of it goes unwasted, it seems like, the characters live every moment given to them to the maximum. Ponder that, next time you're choosing Brussels sprouts in the veg aisle, or watching another day just like the last one disappear into yesterday. You read this and you think, god, what did I do today? It's a whirlwind of tension - Sam might come across as a passive heroine, stirred this way and that by the elemental force that is her lover. It is a little like that, there seems no other way it could be, but her reactions and actions are also at the heart of the story, her being who she is that creates a story at all. I think that's why I like this cover more than the glossy UK one. The shiny lipstick-red demon heels and black background, for me, seem to miss the crux of the story, of who the heroine is. I like this one, with its feminine charm, its soft, pretty colours contrasted with steel handcuffs and willingly trapped girlish hands. The other seems to me a movie version, impersonal and titillating. This one feels far more real, to me.

So yes, read it, read it - and petition her publishers to give her more pages for the next one! I want more. 

Dark Secret Love - a fan tale

So, back in... 2006...2007? God, I'm not sure... Alison Tyler started her blog . I was so excited to find it - I had been reading her stories on the Good Vibrations site and had been scouring the internet for more. Imagine my delight to find a blog you could see her posts in, and comment on. It was completely thrilling. I remember the first post I read of hers, a picture of a scribbled story from years before.

It got better though - she started writing stories from her past, and this incredible voyage unfolded, glowing words swirling off the dark pages to delight and thrill and shock me. A lot of what she was describing was new to me then, or at least the detail. I'm a lot less alarmable now, but the dark secret magic of the story still remains as fresh as ever.

Alison sent me the Dark Secret Love ebook to reread, and I swore I would wait for the paperback, because I had visions of how nostalgic and lovely it would be to curl up in bed with it, touch the cover, see the type. So I just read the first chapter. Then I thought I'd just read til Jack appeared. Then of course, I sat up late and read the whole thing. Cos, you know... self control issues and all.

I was preoccupied wondering if anything was put in or taken out - the original tome was a blog post or two a day, but scenes were often divided into multiple short glimpses of the moment. I have to say I didn't notice her editing, or miss anything, it still held all the intensity and gripping interest that it had the first time around in serial form.

I'm so delighted to see this book come out. It's a great antidote to the whole Fifty Shades-machine mess. This is the book that should have told the world about the joys of BDSM. It's an authentic voice - Alison uses the same phrases throughout her fiction and on her blog, and I met them again with a familiar pleasure in DSL. It's hers through and through.

I can't wait for the next one. Not to be spoilery, but I can't WAIT for Alex. I loved the Alex stuff. I want to know what happens. A little community built around that story on Alison's Trollop blog. We got to react and discuss and live in her moments. It meant a lot to me at a lonely time, and pregnant and horny, I submitted my first story to Alison - she's been a generous and patient editor since then.

I await critical discussion with interest - I think the commitment Sam shows to her lifestyle and exploring her limits may alarm people who read Fifty Shades because it was popular - and I think it's a good thing. The Dark Secret Love story is not always comfortable. It's brave and it's stark and I suspect you will come to care about it a lot. I certainly did, those years ago, and I still do, with great investment, now. Somehow, this feels like my story. Not mine to have written, but my story as a reader. As a reader, it belonged to me to, in the midst of the reader experience - a more than conceptual dialogue, given that I was in the unique position to be able to respond and ask questions during the process. We were so lucky! 

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.

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. Visitalisontyler.blogspot.com 24/7 as she’s a total insomniac.

Morning Noon and Night story illustration

Here is a lovely pictures that reminds me of my heroine from Morning, Noon and Night.

The link! 

Ahh, Docs, how I miss you.

I got the lovely news of an acceptance from Kristina Wright last night, I'll have a story, Faded Goods, in her Sweet and Sexy xo anthology, nestled right underneath Nikki Magennis and her wild naked bandits, and in the company of many other exciting authors. I want to say 'salubrious authors' but I know that's not right. And yet, good health to you all! 

Morning Noon and Night

Well, I am an idiot, who due to inner confusion cannot read calendars or understand dates, and I've posted this by accident not once, but twice! But I've checked the list twice, and many times over the last couple days, and I'm pretty certain that today is the fifteenth and therefore time to hit publish. Finally. Apologies to the three people who've seen it already. SO:

Blog tour! Check out Ms Alison Tyler's blog for more dates and info. 

Ok, I confess, I already posted this paragraph about this antho in an earlier post: 

Remember the days when it seemed taboo to admit to really liking the person you were sleeping with? Ireland doesn't really do dating... at least it didn't back when I was ... not dating. People tend to get drunk and hook up, and if they REALLY like each other then they MIGHT consider sex sober, and if that goes well they MIGHT go out together in a non-sex situation. And then at some point they MIGHT admit to having feelings of affection. Maybe. 

And that's a really quick summary of what I was thinking of when I wrote this story. I'm now thinking about the girls' nights out we went on that we were hoping would end with a more intimate  hook up, and we'd blow off our grlz for the promise of a little bit of body contact and affection and arousal. No sisters before misters for us! Or was that just me? Oops... 

The truth is my prowling ended in monogamy fairly quickly (far too quickly, really, my granny was right!) but before that, I do remember a time when I used to stay in a friend's house on Friday nights, but bring my bag out with me, 'just in Jason' - Jay had leathers and my favourite long blond hair 'n' beard combo. He didn't inspire this story (for in truth he was a bit of an ass) but the feeling of not being allowed to admit to liking him did. It's a depressing story, that feeling of knowing no one's going to fall in love with you, or even be friends with you, they just want sex, and they know you'll be grateful for that and not cause any fuss. I know a girl barely in her twenties who still lets this happen to her, or at least she did - and it makes me so sad. I wish there was a way to teach us it's not worth it. Not Worth It! I hope there is.

So in this story, the heroine thinks that's what's going on, and tries to protect herself from it. But it's hard to stay away. And all might not be what it seems... 

Find my story '1 am, Girls' Night Out' in Morning, Noon and Night by Alison Tyler. 

Morning, Noon and Night

24/7 by Aisling Weaver
4 a.m. Wake-Up Call by Jax Baynard
5 a.m. Walk of Shame by Dante Davidson
6 a.m. Coffee by Heidi Champa
7 a.m. Change of Shift by Cheyenne Blue
8 a.m. Morning Wood by Georgia E. Jones
9 a.m. Office Briefing by Justine Elyot
10 a.m. Kickoff by Donna George Storey
11 a.m. Elevenses by Jeremy Edwards
Noon: Lunchtime Rendezvous by Kat Watson
1 p.m. Test Drive by Angell Brooks
2 p.m. Biker Bar by Thomas Roche
3 p.m. Closed-Door Meeting by Sasha White
4 p.m. No Show by Cora Zane
5 p.m. Somewhere by Kristina Lloyd
6 p.m. The After-Dinner Hour by Sommer Marsden
7 p.m. Kinky Craft Night by Teresa Noelle Roberts
8:00 p.m. Appointment Tee Vee by Victoria Janssen
9 p.m. Victoria Coach Station by Kate Pearce
10 p.m. Portraits by Preston Avery
11 p.m. Strip Poker by Ashley Lister
Midnight: Movie Date by N.T. Morley
1 a.m. Girls’ Night Out by Vida Bailey
2 a.m. Date Night by Sophia Valenti
3 a.m. Last Call by Alison Tyler

I quite like my story in this one, I must say. Remember the days when it seemed taboo to admit to really liking the person you were sleeping with? Ireland doesn't really do dating... at least it didn't back when I was ... not dating. People tend to get drunk and hook up, and if they REALLY like each other then they MIGHT consider sex sober, and if that goes well they MIGHT go out together in a non-sex situation. And then at some point they MIGHT admit to having feelings of affection. Maybe. 

So that's what inspired Girls' Night Out. I lurve the cover, isn't it pretty? 

The Big Book of Bondage

Some more titles with stories of mine in them are hopefully to follow. It feels like I've been waiting a long time  for things to come to fruition.

Here is one! This antho began life a looong time ago now, and I think got put on hold. In the meantime, I confess, I sent the story I subbed for it elsewhere (more to come on that soon) and then when this one awoke, reborn, I started writing something else I'd had in my head for a long time, and I thought it would be easy to just shoot it out onto the page. It didn't really work like that, though, and the deadline passed me by and I'd still only written one page. Which was annoying, as I saw the story so clearly, and really wanted to be in the book. But... nothing was flowing.

And then there was a call for two extra stories, as the publisher loved it and wanted a little bit more - so, readers, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I finished it, having moved my PC to the kitchen table and strung the phone line and modem across the floor, at 2 am on a Sunday night.

And BAM, I was in. And look at all the other people who are in too!



Commuter Training by Teresa Noelle Roberts
Small Mercies by Rita Winchester
The Naughty Chair by Donna George Storey
Eleven O’clock Deadline by Thomas S. Roche
Prey by Madeline Elayne
In Charge by ADR Forte
Too Strong to Break by Sophia Valenti
Filthy Rich by Shanna Germain
Life Drawing by Vida Bailey
Cute Boy Gets Squeezed by D.L. King
On the Rocks by Heidi Champa
Golf Spelled Backwards by Andrea Dale
Eye Contact by Derek McDaniel
Double Dutch by Giselle Renarde
Senseless by Stella Harris
Just Desserts by Kiki DeLovely
Balancing the Books by Lucy Felthouse
Meltdown by Jax Baynard
You Say This is a Testament by Maria See
River of Beauty by Sharon Wachsler
When My Boyfriend Has a Party by Devin Phillips
Butter the Bird by Sommer Marsden
The Bondage Pig by Kristina Lloyd
Curry, Extra Hot by N.T. Morley
Burned by Alison Tyler

Woo! 

I have one confession to make - I presume the body part of the woman on the cover is her waist. But it also could be a neck or armpit or... what? I'm worried that I can't quite tell. What am I missing? Perhaps body hair is a label for THIS WAY UP :) 

Eat Me for free this weekend

Free Smut for the discerning reader! Roll up!

Get yourselves to All Romance, and nab a free copy of Eat Me this weekend.

Why not?

Throw a wee review up afterwards if you feel moved to. I only have a teeny wee tidbit of a bon bon of an introduction in here, but you've got a classic Shanna Germaine story of sweet awakening, and a naughty little strap on vegetable romp from Shanna as well as lots of great others. Go for it!

Eat Me!

Oh, how nice to be able to promote something!

Even if my intro is longer than my actual flash piece in Alison's ebook collection titled Eat Me and full of delectable, delicious, food themed erotica. There's lots of longer ones too, by people like Sommer Marsden and Shanna Germain and M Christian - see who else:

If you check the link, you can see the contributer list and our thoughts on food and how it complements thoughts of sex and for the modest sum of $2.99, it can be yours!