Tied Up And Twisted

By Alison Tyler

The Dom…

Journalist Hadley McCarthy has changed a lot since breaking up with her ex, Guy. She used to be Dom to his Sub, but she's been fantasising about having someone dominate her for once. And when Guy invites her to do a story on his gymnastics studio, she finds the perfect candidate: sexy coach Reed Frost.

The Sub…

Guy has wanted Hadley back since they split up a year ago, until his hopes are dashed by her undeniable attraction to Frost. But Guy has his own secret desires, ones that he may finally be ready to explore…

The Trainer…

Reed Frost hasn't been with anyone since his wife – certainly no one as aggressive and seductive as Hadley. Can she convince him to become her trainer in the gym and the bedroom?

• Language: English
• Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Australia
• Release date: Oct 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781460886687

Alison Tyler

Called a “Trollop with a Laptop” by East Bay Express, 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 and the editor of more than 75 explicit anthologies, including Alison’s Wonderland and 69. Visit www.alisontyler.com 24/7 as she’s a total insomniac.

Book preview

The Dom…

Journalist Hadley McCarthy has changed a lot since break­ing up with her ex, Guy. She used to be Dom to his Sub, but she’s been fantasizing about having someone dominate her for once. And when Guy invites her to do a story on his gymnastics studio, she finds the perfect candidate: sexy coach Reed Frost.

The Sub…

Guy has wanted Hadley back since they split up a year ago, until his hopes are dashed by her undeniable attraction to Frost. But Guy has his own secret desires, ones that he may finally be ready to explore…

The Trainer…

Reed Frost hasn’t been with anyone since his wife—certainly no one as aggressive and seductive as Hadley. Can she convince him to become her trainer in the gym and the bedroom?

TIED UP AND TWISTED

Alison Tyler

www.harlequinbooks.com.au

Contents

Tied Up and Twisted

Copyright

An S&M Love Story

The men in the room are all bent into interesting positions. A big blond stands on his hands, balanced and unmoving. Another dangles from rings. A third is leaning over a polished leather horse. Hadley McCarthy watches the men as she moves past them—imagining that they have been put there for her pleasure, fantasizing that they will never move. Hold still. Stay that way.

She hears the voice of the trainer, and her head turns quickly. Trainer. In another world, in her other world, the word means something else. There, he’d be Dom. Here, he is Coach.

When she sees him, she feels for a moment as if she can’t breathe. He is older than she is by maybe fifteen years, and he’s tall: at least six foot three. She’s good at approximating—being a journalist has honed her observational skills. The trainer has a thick, solid chest, muscular arms. There’s a faded tattoo high up on his biceps. Old-fashioned, Sailor Jerry style. But his physique is not what stops her: it’s the power that emanates from him. She’s never been so struck by a stranger before. He has a presence that draws out her basest, most animalistic instincts. She wants to fuck him.

He turns and looks her way, but he doesn’t seem to see her.

The room is in motion, suddenly—or maybe it was always in motion and she had frozen the players in position with the power of her mind. The men are beautiful—young and lithe. Yet she doesn’t see them as points of interest. She sees only the trainer, the way he stands and observes, barks, manipulates. He’s the oldest thing in the room, and she only has eyes for him.

Would he talk like that to her if she asked him?

Would he bark commands? Push her around?

Would he punish her?

Hadley remains still for a moment and takes a breath. Then she heads to the front desk to find someone who can help her.

* * *

Guy watches through the windows in the office. He runs his hands through his thick dark hair, as he always does when he’s nervous. A quick gesture, as if to make sure every carefully mussed piece of hair is still artfully out of place. He touches the buttons on the front of his shirt as if they’re talismans, shoots the