Is here to feed us a nibble of her book The Delicious Torment. I promise you it'll be tasty.
Yay for Alison Tyler being here! Yay for snow! Yay for tomorrow being Valentine's Day. Yay for all the flavors. Um...my flavor today is apparently the caffeine flavor. *ahem* Anyway, go forth and read. And then go forth and buy this next book in Alison Tyler's filthy BDSM saga.
Love Comes in Many Flavors
The characters in my stories crave understanding. They want someone—or occasionally several someones—to understand their needs. Their urges. Their late-at-night desires. And I realized recently that ultimately they want to be loved.
That may seem deceptively simple. A little sugary. A bit pink around the edges. Especially, for a writer like me who delves into kink on a daily basis. But truly I think I’m obsessed with this one desire.
(Okay, I’m also obsessed with handcuffs, and spanking, and bondage, and naughty schoolgirl outfits. But for today, the day before Valentine’s Day, let’s go with love.)
A scene from The Delicious Torment:
Jack took a step closer, and he ran his fingers through my hair. “You want me to say it, don’t you? You couldn’t tell by the way I act? You want me to say it.”
I caught my breath. I thought I knew. But…
“Jesus, Kid. I love you. Isn’t that clear yet?” And the tears came steadily now. Different tears. But enough to wet my cheeks, to taste salty on my lips.
“I’m not done with you, though,” Jack said, taking a final step closer. “We have unfinished business.”
I was 18 the first time I heard “I love you” from a man. Brock whispered the words to me on our second date, his hand tight in my hair, tipping my head back, anchoring me in place. His voice was gruff. His mouth was so close to my ear that his breath tickled my skin. I shivered all over at the tone of his voice, at the way he held me, and at the words he said. We were out on a park bench, in the dark, and I felt that anything could happen.
Anything at all.
My best friend said later that Brock couldn’t possibly have meant the words—not really. Not yet. How could he, when we’d known each other for fewer than 48 hours?
He needed to say them. And I needed to hear them. That’s all that mattered.
But when Jack said he loved me, everything seemed to click into place. How brutal he’d been all night—emotionally brutal. Had he been trying to drive me off? Was this whole evening one more complicated, intricate test, in which he had tried to see if I could withstand this sort of pain, whether I would sign on for the ride or flee the chateau?
I wanted to say the words back. I wanted to say, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
So the scene is bracketed by canings and a puppy cage… love comes in many flavors.
Happy (almost) Valentine’s Day!
Alison Tyler is the author of more than twenty-five risqué novels, most recently Dark Secret Love and The Delicious Torment (both from Cleis Press). She has edited erotic anthologies for Harlequin, Plume, Cleis, Masquerade, and her own Pretty Things Press. Please check out “Happily Ever Anal”—a perfect Valentine’s gift to anyone’s Kindle you’d like to kink. And visit her at alisontyler.blogspotcom.