Erotic Author Spotlight Series: Alison Tyler (& Dark Secret Love Blog Tour)


This week, the erotic author spotlight falls on Alison Tyler. Alison has successfully gained a large following in the world of literary erotica, with her latest novel, Dark Secret Love, just published by Cleis Press. I am half way through this wonderful book and will review as soon as I am finished. 

November 13th Update: You can now read the Cara Sutra review of Dark Secret Love right here!

Don’t miss the Lovehoney offer either. Dark Secret Love by Alison Tyler is the Erotic Book of the Month!

You can get a free Silver Collection Silky Bondage Restraint worth £16.99.

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This post also serves as my spot in the Alison Tyler Blog Tour this month! Make sure you enter this fantastic competition giveaway hosted by Alison Tyler at her website too.

You can buy Dark Secret Love by Alison Tyler here at Amazon as well as finding it here at the Cleis Press site. 

Follow Alison Tyler and Cleis Press on Twitter, and enjoy learning more about this friendly, enigmatic author by reading her bio and free excerpt below. 

– Cara Sutra

Alison Tyler – Erotic Author

Alison Tyler - Erotic Author


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 including Coupling edited by Sommer Marsden and Sex for America edited by Stephen Elliott. She is the author of more than 25 erotic novels, most recently Dark Secret Love, and the editor of more than 75 explicit anthologies, including Alison’s Wonderland and 69. Her novellas include Those Girls (from Go Deeper), Tied Up & Twisted (Harlequin), and Banging Rebecca (Pretty Things Press). Visit 24/7 as she’s a total insomniac.

You can find Alison Tyler at:

Free Excerpt – Dark Secret Love by Alison Tyler

In this excerpt from Dark Secret Love, Samantha has broken up with her emotionally dominant—but sexually frustrating—ex, only to find herself in a kinky menage a trois with two men who know precisely what she craves.

Dark Secret Love - Alison Tyler

They must have talked, the two boys. Maybe before I was in the shower. Maybe after my night together with Garrett. They must have discussed the things I liked, the things I’d expressed in my drunken confession. Because the evening was completely choreographed. Nate led me forward, not saying a word, and I found myself pushed against Garrett, who quickly took over, upending me over his lap and lifting up the back of the robe. I was nude beneath, and I felt grateful for the blindfold. I didn’t have to watch them watching me. I wondered what they thought of the fading bruises on my skin, wondered what they thought of my tattoos.

Garrett set the paddle against my ass, and I could guess what it would feel like when he landed the first blow. This was a leather paddle, rectangular, much larger than the one Connor had used on me. “Tell Nate what you told me,” he said, his voice darker than I’d heard it so far. Menacing. How strange. I’d expected Nate to take control.

“What part?” I whispered.

“All of it.”

I realized that I was going to be punished for the first time in front of an audience. Garrett was going to spank the hell out of me, and Nate was going to watch.

“Now,” Garrett insisted.

The two shots of tequila gave me a tiny sliver of confidence.

But speaking was torture. “I can’t—” I murmured.

And before the words were fully out of my mouth, Garrett had landed the first volley of blows. The pain was fierce, but I held myself still.

“Don’t press me,” Garrett warned. “I promise that you’ll lose.”

Ah, but he was wrong. Losing would make me win.

“It’s all I want,” I said softly, speaking toward the carpet.

“What is?” Nate asked. He was close, bent on his knees in front of me. He kissed my lips, stroked my hair.

“What do you want, Samantha?”

I took stock of my situation: blindfolded, in a room with two men, both who seemed more than willing to make my fantasies come true. What was stopping me from speaking? That same old fear of rejection? Fuck you, Byron. I didn’t want to be muzzled by that anymore.

“I want—” I started, then hesitated, and Garrett began smacking my ass again, each slap of the paddle on my skin warning me. “I want this—”

That vagueness won me a series of eye-watering blows. I wasn’t counting how many; I was simply absorbing.

Nate held my hands, he licked the tears from my cheeks as they slowly spilled under the blindfold.

“I want to take it,” I said, choking over the tears.

“Take?” Nate prompted.

Why did I have to say it? Didn’t they see? Couldn’t they tell? Wasn’t it clear from my body language, from the fact that I had allowed myself willingly to be blindfolded, to be led to a man holding a paddle? I hadn’t run away.

I hadn’t said that they were crazy, that I never would agree to something like that. I had been meek. I had been humble. I had been willing.

Garrett said, “Tie her to the bed, Nathan. Face down.”

Oh, fuck.

They stripped the robe off me first. The blindfold was black velvet, and I could see nothing. But it was as if I could feel the candlelight on me, casting twisted golden shadows over my pale skin.

Nate did as Garrett said, lifting me into his arms and carrying me to his mattress. He had me bound in seconds, and I felt relief flood through me. It didn’t matter what I said now. I was going to get what I wanted.

“Tell us, Samantha,” Garrett said, his voice close to my ear. “What do you want to take?”

I shut my eyes tight. Describing my desires never got any easier. “You have to make it hurt,” I managed. “It has to hurt. I want to show you that I can take it. The pain—”

I was begging now, but I’d reached a point where I could talk more freely. “Please—” I lifted my voice to both of them. “I don’t know why. Just please—”

That was as clear as I could be. The boys didn’t need any further instruction. I’d known Nate had the rigged mattress, but I didn’t know about the closet of toys. Connor needn’t have bought the gear at the Pleasure Chest. Nate had the crops, and the canes, and the clamps. But it was Garrett who used them. Was I his surrogate girlfriend this night, the one who’d broken his heart? Was he taking his aggression out on me? Or was I the nymph who’d freed him to do what he’d always wanted?

Didn’t really matter, did it? He used a leather flogger from my upper back to the tops of my thighs before striping me with the crop, crisscrossing the marks to leave the most lasting pain. He wielded the instruments like a pro. Not letting up. Not going slow. I twisted under the sensation, but I never said stop. I put my faith in him to read me, to understand. And he did. He made sure I was crying, really crying, before he handed me over to Nate. Nate had been at my side the whole evening. Had kissed the welts when Garrett gave me a breather. Had let his fingertips wander down between the lips of my pussy, laughing softly when he felt the wetness that awaited him.

I heard Garrett take his seat in the chair once more, settling down to relax as Nate brought his face to my ear and whispered, “All right, baby, now it’s my turn.”

– Alison Tyler


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