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Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
The Big Book of Bondage: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint
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Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Dark Secret Love: A Story of Submission
Dark
Secret Love
Excerpt
from “Prologue: Behind
Blue Eyes”
Some
men just know.
I’ve been lucky enough to find those
men several times in my life.
When I was eighteen, a senior in
high school, I met Brock at a concert. I didn’t have to tell him anything. He
saw me and gave me his number scrawled on a paper napkin. Call me, was all it
said. I could barely wait until dawn the next day to dial the digits.
During our first kiss (moments into
our first date), he bit my bottom lip so hard that when I ran my tongue over the
indents, I could feel the echo of pain—that tiny spark.
There
are days I swear I still feel his lips on mine. He held my glossy dark ponytail
firmly in his fist when he kissed me, pulling a little too tightly, telling me
in that subtle way that he was in charge.
He was spanking me regularly by that
weekend.
Some men just know.
Brock would come to my high school
at lunchtime and take my panties off, sliding them into his pocket so that I
was forced to spend the rest of the day bare under my skirt. He would slip me
away on his Harley for twenty-minute quickies that always involved his belt, or
his leather motorcycle gloves, or his open hand on my bare ass.
I’d spent my whole life being as
good a girl as I possibly could, and Brock let me know it wasn’t enough. I
could never be good enough. I would always fail in some unforeseen way, and he
would be forced to punish me.
Because he knew.
On the night of our first date, as
we walked through the darkness near my house, he stopped and pressed me up
against the side of a parked car. “What’s your secret fantasy?” he murmured, so
soft against my skin. “You can tell me, baby. You can tell me anything.”
My goal, my dream, my deepest
desires have always rested in taking it. Lowering my head, gritting my teeth, and
bearing the pain, the humiliation. But I couldn’t tell him that. I stared at
him in the glow of the streetlight, and then looked down. Brock instantly
tilted my face to his. “When I ask you a question,” he said, his voice more
stern now, “I expect a response.”
A delicious chill ran through me.
I hadn’t needed to say a word.
Brock understood. He was on me in a
heartbeat, and he never let up.
There were days I had to wear
long-sleeved shirts to cover the evidence that I’d spent part of the weekend cuffed
to his bed. There were days I couldn’t sit right in class, when I stared up at
the board or tried to focus on the discussion but saw nothing, heard nothing.
He made me talk, eventually. I
didn’t get away with coy glances, with wishful, wistful expressions. He tied me
down and asked his questions, and he forced me to answer every single one.
Brock was more than a decade my
senior, and he possessed a chiseled jaw and those ice-blue eyes from the famous
Who song. He wouldn’t even have to speak to me, simply shoot me a look, and I
would lower my head in silent submission, knowing that somehow, in some
unexpected way, I’d failed him.
Because he wanted me to fail.
Of course, by failing, I won. When I
misbehaved for him, he made all my fantasies come true. And it wasn’t long
before I realized that high-school life and my world with Brock were parallel
universes that didn’t have anything else in common—they were running side by
side on twin tracks. I felt as if I were in a dream as I walked through the
quad, watching the popular kids up on the wall, the jocks out by the basketball
court, the stoners behind the gym. I faked everything from eight to three, not
coming alive again until Brock picked me up on his Harley. I was smart enough
to do well in class simply by going through the motions. But I no longer had a
desire to fit in.
I think we are all hardwired for
what we crave.
About the Author/Editor
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 Twisted, Bound for Trouble, and The
Big Book of Bondage. 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 and
alisontyler.blogspot.com
Purchasing Links:
Dark Secret Love: A
Story of Submission by Alison Tyler
Twisted: Bondage with an Edge edited by Alison Tyler
The
Big Book of Bondage: Sexy Tales of Erotic Restraint edited by Alison
Tyler
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Darker Edge of Desire
Darker Edge of Desire
Gothic Tales of Romance
If the Candle Goes Out... Surrender to the Dark
Gothic literature has always possessed a dark attraction ripe with the promise of the forbidden and the sensual. In Darker Edge of Desire, Mitzi Szereto has brought together out-of-this-world romance and fantasy writers who let passion drive the heartbeat of their paranormal tales—from a woodland populated with howling coyotes, to a mysterious underworld filled with steam and fire, and a castle made from rose-colored glass. Venturing even further into the world of supernatural romance than she did in the critically acclaimed Red Velvet and Absinthe, Szereto conjures an atmosphere filled with the distinct Gothic flavors of thrilling danger and exquisite eroticism. In these tales, love and longing know no boundaries, while all nature of beings—vampires, werewolves, shape shifters, ghosts and creatures with no name—abound after the sun goes down. Wildly creative and exhilaratingly romantic, the stories in Szereto’s expertly crafted collection will satisfy every midnight craving.
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“Diverse, edgy and infused with fantasy and horror, this chilling anthology of incendiary short stories...will appeal to fans of the dark, erotic and forbidden.”
—Library Journal
—Library Journal
“Love, passion and heart-thrumming romance...it’s all here inDarker Edge of Desire.”
—Delilah Devlin, editor of Hot Highlanders and Wild Warriors
—Delilah Devlin, editor of Hot Highlanders and Wild Warriors
“Wedged between these covers are fourteen tales of seduction and submission, from lust most carnal to virginal awakenings—and even moments of achingly tender sweetness.”
—Alma Katsu, author of The Taker Trilogy
—Alma Katsu, author of The Taker Trilogy
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MITZI SZERETO is an author and anthology editor of erotic and multi-genre fiction and nonfiction. Her books include Red Velvet and Absinthe, In Sleeping Beauty’s Bed, and Pride and Prejudice: Hidden Lusts. She divides her time between England and Atlanta, GA.
Also by Mitzi Szereto
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This anthology is chock full of lush sensuality and epic hotness. If you want something edgy and paranormal to liven up you Valentine's Day then you can pick no greater read. Exhilarating. Romantic. Seductive. Erotic...
5/5
Thursday, September 4, 2014
The Sexy Librarian's Big Book of Erotica
The Sexy Librarian's Big Book of Erotica
Indulge Your Literary Lusts
Imagine a library—a very special one with velvet chairs and fine-grained bookshelves, run by a librarian whose only concern is pleasing her patrons. In fact, this sexy librarian will stop at nothing to service her readers. To fulfill her role, she has lovingly collected a vast and varied set of stories guaranteed to satisfy every lust, literary or otherwise.
The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica bursts at the binding with amorous archives and bibliophilic bliss. A veritable dictionary of desires, it includes stories by top eroticists Rachel Kramer Bussel, Janine Ashbless, Tamsin Flowers and Salome Wilde, as well as the sexy librarian herself, Rose Caraway. You’ll be amazed at what she has in circulation, just for you. Pull up to the carrel, baby.
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"This voracious volume is simply bursting at the binding with amorous archives and bibliophilic bliss."
—Publishers Weekly
—Publishers Weekly
"An enticing virtual card catalogue...tales that all celebrate the erotic in a way that is indeed both intelligent and arousing."
—Bix Warden, San Francisco Public Library
—Bix Warden, San Francisco Public Library
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ROSE CARAWAY (thekissmequicks.com) is a native Northern California writer, editor, bestselling Audible narrator and podcaster on the hit shows The Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast and The Sexy Librarian Blog-cast(rosecarawaythesexylibrarian.blogspot.com).
Excerpt:
Excerpt from “The Skilled
Technician” by Kate Maxwell, part of the anthology The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica edited by Rose Caraway
Moments later they were both inside her car, she
in the passenger seat while he drove. There was something indescribably
magnetic about him, and she sat there silently drinking in his masculine
presence.
She
wanted him.
No, she had to have him.
She wanted to rip into his shirt and run her hands over his
No, she had to have him.
She wanted to rip into his shirt and run her hands over his
bare
chest, push him down in the seat, then unzip his pants and play with his cock.
Numerous glances at his crotch indicated there was something very nice hidden
within, but these glances only served to fuel her curiosity. What would he do
if she leaned over and reached into his pants for a nice feel of what he had?
Would he be offended? Frightened? Disgusted? Or would it turn him on and drive
him into the same wild frenzy to which she was rapidly escalating?
He drove her car down the service road that wound
back behind the mall while she gazed at every part of his body. His manly scent
filled the interior of her car and intoxicated her as the fantasies played out
in her mind, one after another. She visualized taking charge of him and
mounting his cock like a ravenous whore, thrusting her hips back and forth on
top of him as his manly hands rubbed all over her body.
There was a nearly deserted side road coming up
ahead, and she mentally debated whether or not she should ask him to turn down
it. Almost too late, she gestured left and said, “Turn down there.” With
lightning fast reflexes he immediately did so.
Once they drove several yards down the wooded
road, she asked him to stop the car. He glanced at her in a combined expression
of confusion and curiosity, but he did exactly as she asked. As he moved the
gearshift into park, Laura took particular note of the movement of his arm
muscles that ran from his wrist to his elbow, and when he turned to face her
she ran the fingers of her left hand up along his forearm, tracing those very
same muscle lines.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Friday, October 11, 2013
Dark Secret Love: A Visit With Alison Tyler
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