Inside the Book Cover of "My Life With Tyler"

In this intense novel based on the love affair between Lori Braun and Tyler Cartwright, an innocent e-mail relationship turns into a violent cycle of assault, seduction, and sadomasochism. The couple met in the Manhattan martial arts studio of Master H in late 1999. While Lori lived near the studio, Tyler lived in Connecticut, and their relationship took shape in the form of hundreds of e-mails. Before long, they could not resist their physical attraction and began traveling to see each other—despite Tyler’s wife and three-year-old son and Lori’s situations with Master H and ex-boyfriend Mouse. As Tyler’s marriage failed, his aggression became uncontrollable. He unleashed his cold violence on Lori, delighting in watching her suffer physically, sexually, and emotionally. He used tools, and sometimes just his fists. But every time she was at the verge of leaving, he seduced her back into submission. During this year-long battle, Lori found herself caught between caring for someone she loved and fearing for her life whenever he was near. Click here for my web book "My Life With Tyler"

1.8 Alone on a Cold Terrace

I sat on my terrace and watched the slow, late-night life of the city nine stories below. The November air chilled me, but I welcomed its purity and simplicity. Mouse slept in the bed—his dark, muscular body strewn across the mattress amid a tangle of sheets. He would keep stretching in all directions until he felt me next to him. Even his subconscious fed his controlling behavior.

I had that itchy feeling you get in a relationship that has more negative points than positive ones. I loved Mouse, but I couldn’t take his obsessive controlling and name-calling anymore. I had started to believe it—that no one else could ever love me, that I was stupid, that I was only good for sex. click here to continue reading

1.7 The Mouse that Roared

I came home to Mouse’s rage. When I walked in the doorway of the apartment, he slowly stood up from the couch and walked toward me with his head down. “Shut the door,” he said. Feeling cornered in the narrow hallway but also obligated to do his bidding, I swung the door shut behind me and dropped my gym bag on the hardwood floor. My cat Quentin jerked from his position on the windowsill. My other cat, Mangus, was nowhere to be seen.

“You didn’t answer your phone.”

His low voice sent chills up my spine even though I’d heard it a million times before. “Mouse, you know I had a lot of work to do today. I have to get the web site caught up from last weekend’s competition in D.C.” I was determined not to let him corner me. I turned my body toward the wall and brushed past him into the kitchen. Even in the midst of the tension between us, I sensed his body rising as I swept past, and I felt the presence of his dark, muscular chest and broad shoulders. click here to continue reading

1.6 My Master

[Was I really ever this innocent? Was I being manipulative or sincere? I just do not remember.]

Hi Master Tyler,

Are you my master? I like that. Sounds cute.

Yes, I remember you! How could I possibly forget you?

I received your e-mail much earlier, but I was too embarrassed to write you back. Then I got over it. I’m kind of shy, although I know you probably don’t believe me after some of the things I said on Friday evening.

I had this funny image today of arm wrestling you in front of so many people. I would do it again anytime. I guess you really don’t have a big ego, letting me win and all. Most guys would never let me win. Having a black belt in every martial arts discipline I suppose helps boost your confidence! Maybe you did it for the money! Click here to continue reading

1.5 Tyler Meets FemaleMuscle

Friday night replayed in my mind. Tyler’s incredibly hot body, the Tequila shots, the arm wrestling match. What all had I said? I remember joking about choke holds. He had told me about his martial arts experience, which was impressive to say the least—25 years of training, since he was a nine-year-old boy. And I think we had talked about my obsession with I Dream of Jeannie. He looked at my web site? I had worked on the web site, femalemuscle.com, day and night for years prior to that. It had become the number one resource site for female bodybuilders, and having been one, there were obviously pictures of me on the site as well. But over the years, it was evident that sex is what sells. I added links to shemuscle.com—erotic photos and videos of muscular, tan, sexy women. click here to continue reading

1.4 His Email Charm Begins

Hello Lori,

Remember me from Friday night? It is Tyler, or maybe I should say Master Tyler A, the construction worker. Now do you remember? Well anyway, I have to tell you that I always have a great time going out with Master H and his students after one of his tests, but I have to admit, this past Friday was a bit more pleasurable. You make for some interesting conversation, among other things. Oh, by the way, there was no reason to thank me for losing to you, it was my pleasure. Anytime you want to do that again, I would not mind in the least. Hey, did Ringo ever pay you the twenty dollars for beating me? Don’t forget, we split everything 50/50.

I also checked out your web site over the weekend.
(You knew I would, didn't you?) And, I have to be honest, I never made it past your galleries!! Wow, you have an incredible body. But I probably sound like the other million people that visit your site. But you really do. I mean, on Friday, you looked great (I couldn’t help but notice). But what I saw over the weekend just confirms everything. Wow!! Double Wow!! You really are not camera shy, are you? Maybe I should rethink wrestling with you. It could be dangerous for me. No lie!! But, I never turn down a challenge. No matter how dangerous it could be. To continue reading click here

1.3 Running from Mouse

Monday morning, I left early for the office. The apartment felt stuffy with Mouse’s medical books stacked everywhere among the clutter of dishes and dirty clothes. I had to get out of there. I never looked forward to my morning commute. I took the subway to 23rd Street and Sixth Avenue in Manhattan, then rode the Path train to Hoboken, New Jersey. Continue reading

1.2 Muscles and a Goatee

“Naw, I could take you any day of the week,” I joked. The bartender slammed the salt-rimmed shot glasses onto the counter and filled them to the brim.

“How about pinning me? I just might have to take you up on that.” Tyler’s soft tongue swept the rim of the glass, and he threw his head back.  click here to continue reading

1.1 Struggle, Tequila, and Tyler

 We sat with our right arms perched on the table top, deadlocked in an arm wrestle. I was vaguely aware of the faces of Master H’s martial arts students that swarmed around us as I stared into Tyler’s eyes. He narrowed them slightly, and I took my cue to grind his elbow into the table, slam his arm backward to the table top, and claim my victory. Only then did the sound of the crowd rush into my ears again. The win, although plotted, enhanced my Tequila buzz and the dizzying effect of physical contact with Tyler.  Click here to continue reading

Suprise Karate Clown is Married

Since you had given me your personal email, I never assumed that you were married. I would guess that your wife might see your email and that would get you in some big trouble. I suppose that you are not 100 percent satisfied with married life. It has it's good points. Do you feel like you cheated? Probably not.

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