I was sent a copy of Dark Secret Love by Alison Tyler, from Lovehoney and because Dark Secret Love is Lovehoneys ‘Book of the Month’ during November, it also came with the Silver Collection Silky Bondage Restraint (Worth £16.99) as a free gift. The chosen book comes with a free gift every month. Lovehoney have just re-launched their Book of the Month club and fans of erotica can discuss their thoughts and opinions on each book, over on the Lovehoney forum.
Dark Secret Love is a fiction story based upon the author’s real life experiences and it is written from the point of view of Samantha, a submissive woman. This story is about Samantha’s journey of self-discovery. From the beginning, where she is filled with confusion and shame, you watch her blossom as she frees herself from a relationship where she is stifled and controlled. You are right there with her as she comes alive, slowing gaining confidence and shaking away feelings of fear or shame. You meet her Doms, each different, and with each new experience, Samantha gains new perspectives and understands herself more.
Here is an excerpt from the book:
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. When I’d gone on a 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.
We dated for the rest of my senior year. And then I went off to college in Los Angeles, knowing deep down that in spite of my good-girl persona, I was bad to the core. And hoping like hell that someone else would see through my faux exterior and understand.
If you like your erotica raw, honest, with a good sprinkling of BDSM and lots of spanking, you will enjoy Alison Tyler’s Dark Secret Love. I could empathise with Samantha during her journey and I was right there with her, cheering her on, or feeling her sadness and pain. It is a story most of us can identify with. Growing up, making our mistakes but finding ourselves. It is a story of relationships, connections, lust, submission and sex and Alison Tyler keeps you engrossed in Samantha’s story, from beginning to end. The sex scenes are very erotic too. Alison Tyler certainly knows how to write good sex. There is no flowery romance or unbelievable story lines, instead you get honest, real, sweaty, raw sex scenes as Samantha’s Doms tease her, playing delicious mind games to keeping her squirming, pushing her limits and making her tremble in more ways than one as they fulfil her dark secret fantasies.
You can purchase Dark Secret Love at Lovehoney.co.uk and if you grab it during the month of November 2013, you will also receive the Silver Collection Silky Bondage Restraint as a free gift. Check back each month to see what new treats Lovehoney have in store for fans of the Book of the Month Club.
Dark Secret Love was kindly sent to me free of charge from lovehoney.co.uk for an honest review. This does not affect, or sway my opinions of the product and I will always portray my own experiences, good or bad. Affiliate links are used within this post.