You "Want" Best Women's 2011!

I am a fairly disorganized person. My notes are rambling, circular mazes. My desk often disintegrates into the equivalent of an erotic archaeologist's dig (an archaeologist's erotic dig?). And please don't start with my files. That said, I do tend to know where everything is. Even though I'm Wonder Woman, I have Spidey Senses like that. Just because *you* couldn't find something, doesn't mean *I* don't know precisely where I slid that story, note card, bit of junk mail.

That said, I sometimes cannot remember exactly where my stories live. So I'm going to do my best to point readers in the right direction. For instance, I had to do a bit of research to figure out that my story "Want" originally appeared in Pretty Things Press's Skirting the Issue, before being accepted by Violet Blue for BWE 2011. Here's the write-up:

In Best Women's Erotica 2011, women are ready to stake their sexual claims like never before—with characters created by some of the most famous names in the erotica genre. Alison Tyler's naughty roommate threesome get more than they bargained for in the dangerous and delicious "Want"; an athlete in Sommer Marsden's "Laps" finds herself doing anything to please her trainer; and a mistress in Rachel Kramer Bussel's "Espionage" commands her lover for herself, if only for a searing moment, during a dinner party where she meets his wife.

The book is also available now from Audible!

Here's a Naughty Little Excerpt:

That night, Vince came into my room. I was wearing my headset so I wouldn’t have to listen to the two of them howl, and I was typing on my computer. I didn’t look up. I didn’t even acknowledge his presence until he ran his thumb over my iPod and shut down my volume. The move was strangely erotic. I could imagine his thumb running just that softly over my clit.

“What’s up?”

That same look in his eyes. Christ, he was so goddamn handsome. Why did he have to look like that? Why did he have to be so do-able and go for her instead of me?

“I want to apologize.”

Now, I settled back in my chair. I was intrigued. “For what?”

“For Lia’s behavior.”

“Shouldn’t she be the one to apologize?”

“She will. I assure you. But I have to say, I didn’t stop her from treating you badly. She’s been rude, and inconsiderate, and, you know, bitchy. But she’s going to pay for that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, tonight, you’re going to listen to me punishing her.”

Had I been mildly interested before? If I had suddenly turned into a cartoon, my eyes would have bugged out of my head and my tongue would have lolled between my lips. In reality, I simply leaned forward, as if quietly intrigued.

Our bedrooms were connected to a bathroom. Vincent went to the wall and opened the adjoining door. Then he walked through the small tiled space and cracked the door that led to his room.

“You can stand in the bathroom. Sit on the counter. Press your face to the slit. Whatever you want. You’ll be able to eavesdrop on Lia’s discipline.”

I was instantly wet. I wasn’t sure if Vincent knew, but I could feel the dampness in my panties. I crossed my legs, and Vincent smiled....

From time to time, I will be showcasing different older stories and reminding readers to sleep with new books, but keep the old!

XXX,
Alison