Ok, not really. And I'm not so good at keeping secrets anyway.
As I sit here, attempting to figure out how to introduce this, I'm brought back to 2007 - and the first time I saw Alison Tyler's blog. She was - confessing is the closest word I can think of - and keeping her readers on the edge of our seats. It was a tale of shame, of discovery, of release. It was a tale of newly discovered pride.
Even after she stopped telling, it stuck with me for awhile. And I stuck around to see if she'd finish it.
Six years later, she's started it all over again. But this time in book form.
The first installment of this tale is titled Dark Secret Love. And like Alison herself, is unique and incredible. You'll have to attach yourself to something steady, because it's easy to fall into her world.
Today, our lovely Trollop answers a few questions, and poses a challenge for readers in the last one.
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You’ve said that whatever you
write always contains a sliver of yourself. With DSL, it’s more than a sliver.
Did you discover anything new about yourself this time around that you didn’t
back in 2006 when you first began telling your tale on your blog?
Here’s
a tequila-induced confession. I was fucking terrified to revisit the story. I
wrote this entirely organically, if that makes sense. Every day, I committed to
about a thousand words. I let music inspire me as far as the tone. So if I
heard a Pink Floyd song one day, I might write with that atmosphere in my mind
the next. I had no real grasp of whether the piece would hold together in book
form. What did I discover? That petrifying fear, which gradually let me loose
the longer I worked on the project.
See,
the thing is, there are 500,000 words to the tale. I’m at book eight of
compiling, and it’s not finished.
Where’s the craziest place
you’ve found inspiration for one of your stories?
I
entertain myself by constantly writing stories in my head. Any place where you’re
stuck for more than a few minutes, that’s when my over-active brain takes over.
I’ve written stories set in the DMV. While waiting for a Tow Truck. While stuck
in traffic. I like to say that I see sex wherever I go. It’s the truth. Give me
a few people, an odd location, and ten minutes—and I’ll write you a story.
How hard was it to come to
terms with your sexual “appetites” in a society that insisted they remain
hidden? Do you feel it would be easier if you had to do it in today’s world?
There
are so many more resources available for kinky people now. At least, resources
you can easily put your hands on. The internet is a wealth of knowledge for
fetishists and kinksters. In my formative years, as they say, I was pretty much
alone. And lonely. That is, until I met Brock:
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—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 8 - 3, not coming
alive again until Brock picked me up on his Harley. Somehow, 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. When I’d gone on the few
miserable dates with guys my age, I would invariably offer my wrists to them. To
hold. To kiss. I didn’t even know why I was doing this. And the guys never
figured out what I wanted. I can imagine their confusion now. What’s with this
chick? But Brock did. He rarely held my hand. He gripped my wrist instead,
letting me know what it would feel like to be bound to his bed, to be in his
power. Letting me know ahead of time, before he made that fantasy come true.
DSL is a huge hit – and
Hollywood comes knocking. Who do you see playing the parts?
Ha. I love you. I wish I
could close my eyes and see the cast all lined up neatly. But I can't
wrap my head around the casting! I want to say, an eloquent Tom Sizemore. Or
Michael Madsen in this one scene of this one movie. Or David Straithairn circa
L.A. Confidential. Or John Doe in Slam Dance. Even if his coloring is wrong,
there's something so brutal and sexy about him. Especially, in that three-piece
suit.
But you know what? I want to
flip the question and ask readers instead. Who would you cast for the roles?
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I think she really wants to know guys. So answer in the comments, and at the end of the blog tour, Alison will choose her favourite answer and that lovely reader will receive a fun prize. Not sure what yet, but you can bet it'll be cool. (Also, if you check out that entry, you can enter to win a prize pack from Alison herself).
If you don't have your copy yet, check out Dark Secret Love at Amazon UK, Amazon US or at your local book store.
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. Visit alisontyler.blogspot.com 24/7 as she’s a total insomniac.
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