The Horror! The Sexy, Sexy Horror!

So, I’ve finally done it, I finished my sexy horror(ish) story! I say horror-ish because I don’t know if everyone would find it scary, but it’s definitely in that genre.

I did, of course, write a monster-inspired Halloween story last year, but that was a little more subtle, whereas this one is pretty on the nose.

I don’t want to give anything away, but I have to say I’m particularly invested in this one artistically speaking. It’s shorter than my other work, only around 9,000 words, and it was very much a labour of love. Usually, when I write my stories they’re based on things I have at least some experience in, and they’re written for particular audiences that I have a good understanding of.

This is none of those. Mr Strange mentioned the idea, as he’s a huge horror fan, and even suggested a structure. At first, I wasn’t sure, but as I started writing, I found myself just loving the whole story and going completely off the structure I was planning on. Much to Mr Strange’s dismay.

In truth, I’ve always liked this theme, you know, in a sexy way, but it’s not my main fantasy go-to. It’s more like a special-occasion when I’m in that-kind-of-mood-fantasy. Still, it never occurred to me to write it, but as soon as I did, I was enthralled by the idea.

The end result is that I have a story that I love and that was super exciting for me to write, but I have no idea how it will translate for readers. BSDM enthusiasts may be left bewildered, horror fans may be underwhelmed, who knows?

The story also tested my technical skills too. There are a lot of scenes that shift between reality and fantasy, and though I understand it, I’ll be interested to see if the flow from one to other will work for readers.

So, if that fantastic sales-pitch hasn’t left you itching to download my latest work, I don’t know what will! It’s called ‘Unravelled’ and it should be available on Amazon any minute now. Damned delays.

H.P Lovecraft said, ‘I fear my enthusiasm flags when real work is expected of me.’ I feel like he and I may have been kindred spirits…

Inappropriate? (But Not in a Good Way?)

So, as a writer of all things kinky and some things funny, I’m not one to back down from being a little risqué or inappropriate at times. But I read something recently that literally made my jaw drop:

I’m not supposed to answer reviewers?!

I’m still pretty new to this, but apparently it’s actually considered a faux pas to respond to reviews, even positive ones. I’m not complaining, I was just genuinely surprised.

I don’t mean that I would want to argue with a negative review, I’ve always said I take feedback gratefully as I’m still learning. But I’m a naturally chatty person, and I’m always super pleased with any review so I like to say thanks.

But have I been making an awkward situation for reviewers? I wouldn’t want to put them off reviewing my writing! Is this something that’s standard practise or just something some reviewers feel?

Writers: do you answer reviews? And if you are a reviewer, what are your thoughts?

And most importantly- how many times can I slot the word ‘review’ into one post? So many questions!

Rumi said that silence has so much to say. What he didn’t know, is that when K M Strange is around, silence doesn’t get a word in edge-wise.

What Laid Beneath

Okay, so not my best title ever, but it actually illustrated my point quite nicely. Recently I’ve been pondering a particular question; does horror and erotica really mix?

Now, I already know the initial answer; yes of course it does, duh! It’s not for everyone, but then, what kink or sexual preference is? I myself have found several horror-based erotica’s very exciting and some of my all time favourite fantasies fall into the genre.

There are so many trails one could follow once you start tiptoeing down this dark path- paranormal romance is the obvious and possibly safer starting point, but there are so many others too. Werewolf attacks are surprisingly popular, and I’ve always been partial to a good ‘Taken by a Ghost’ story. Even zombies are featured from time to time.

So, what makes the horrifying so seductive? Personally, I enjoy the feeling of being subdued and taken as my base-line, and there is plenty of scope for this in horror; you can’t outrun a monster, can’t overpower a werewolf, and you don’t have to worry about the awkward ‘Ive got an early meeting’ chat with a vampire because he is back in his coffin long before sunrise.

The reason I’m pondering all this is because I was inspired to write something with a horror element to it. I’m about half way through and I have to admit, I’m thoroughly enjoying myself. I get to do my usual sexy antics but with even more creative freedom. It’s like writing a nightmare in a fantasy.

The bottom line is, I’m having so much fun stretching my creative muscles with this story, but how will it translate to the readers? That I don’t know. Mr Strange is concerned that’s it’s off-brand. I say, I am my brand so whatever I write will always be a K M Strange classic. I’m a bit of an ass like that.

It’s not exactly terrifying, just a little sexy/scary. I’m just testing the waters, as they say.

So, what say you, dear reader? Is there passion to be found in the depths of the horror genre? Or do you tend to steer clear of the Big Bad Wolf?

Nightmare on Elm Street’s Heather Langenkamp said, ‘Whatever you do…don’t fall asleep.’

If I had a quid for every time I had to give that advice…

Take care,

Strange

The Beast of Backar

Hello, readers!

How are we all keeping? I hope everyone is enjoying the burgeoning Spring as much as I am. Though I’m an Autumn girl at heart, I do enjoy seeing nature start to wake from her slumber as birds are singing and flowers are blooming once again.

…That was all a little poetic for me. Hey-ho, you gotta write what you feel I guess…

Aaaaaaanyway, the really reason I’m writing is to express my excitement about finally finishing my latest short story: The Beast of Backar.

This, like so many of my stories, has started off based on one idea, and changed and evolved more times than I could track as I was writing it. The initial focus was on the immense size of the male-protagonist.

His height people. Come on, minds out of the gutter.

This theme is still prevalent throughout, (with sexy results) but the characters ended up having so many other defining qualities, the story became so different from how I’d planned it.

What you can expect though, is a sparky female lead, an unbelievably hot man and lots of heated tension. (With sexy results!)

It’s the first of three parts but, like my other works, still stands alone as its own erotic story.

I should mention that there are also some twists and turns and an element of mystery and danger. I’m starting to lean into this kind of writing a little. I don’t know why, to be honest, erotica has always been my thing. But I just can’t seem to stop myself at your standard ‘wham-bam-thank-you-mam,’ stories. And I’ve genuinely loved writing this. I can’t wait to see how it progresses!

Anyway, if you’re looking for an erotica story with all these elements, you may find the Beast of Backar is right up your alley. And maybe some other places…

To finish, I’ll leave you with this: Charles Baudelaire said, ‘My heart is lost, the beasts have eaten it.’

Sure Charles, we get ya. The beasts ate my heart too…

You can download The Beast of Backar here

Cracked it!

I know, I know, it’s a little late for an Easter joke. I can’t help it, I’m just so egg-cited!

For those of you still reading, thank you for seeing past my cheesy humour…

So, today I’m writing because I feel like I’ve overcome some kind of huge writing block this week. I’m still working on the story I mentioned in my last post, and up until yesterday, I was really struggling with certain elements of it.

I found I was able to write the main story okay, but it was lacking some depth. I felt like I was hanging out with these characters but they weren’t being upfront with me about everything I needed to know.

You know when you’re at a party and there’s tension and pointed comments made between two of the guests but you don’t get where they come from? It was a bit like that. I was genuinely starting to worry about how I was going to pull the story together.

I kept going though, hoping that if I stuck with it, played nice and earned the other guests trust, they would confide in me the big secret I was missing. And that’s exactly what happened.

It was a bit of a gamble, because for a while there, I thought I might end up getting to 20,000 words before having to just bin the whole thing. Now, though, I’m genuinely excited about finishing this story with the added information I have.

Has anyone else experienced this with their writing? Sometimes I feel like I’m only half in control of my stories, and that the characters I write have a degree of autonomy… it means that I actually often don’t know exactly what’s going to happen even when I’m writing.

…maybe I’m just a little mad. But shh, don’t tell my characters, I don’t want them to think they can get one over on me!

Anyway, I’ll leave you with this; George Santayana said, ‘Sanity is madness put to good use.’ I wonder how much erotica he read before he came to that conclusion?

Take care,

Strange

Do I know you?

Hello again, dear readers! How is your Spring going?

I’d like to start of by saying a HUGE thank you to everyone who has purchased Garden of Eden, or indeed any of my books recently. I’ve had the best month I’ve ever had for sales and I’m inching ever closer to my ultimate goal of being an eccentric, self-employed author with an adorable drinking problem.

Of course, what I actually mean is my goal of becoming an author/stay at home Mum. But don’t tell anyone, I don’t want to lose my street cred.

Today’s post is all about the power of familiarity versus the excitement of the unknown. ‘What has inspired you to subject us all to this incredibly specific and somewhat random musing?’ I hear you ask. Well, as usual, the question has been generated by my own struggles with a story.

So, here goes. I’ve mentioned many times that my love of reading really started when I was a teenager. This was largely because I was hugely dissatisfied with my real life. I was an overweight, awkward and obnoxiously ‘arty’ girl. I filled my time drawing sad, naked women and pretending that I didn’t want attention from my peers when in actuality, I had seriously considered going full-on ‘Carrie’ to try and get some.

I retreated into books as a way of escapism, as we all do, but what I was looking for most of all was the thrill of the dangerous unknown. Not like, adventure in the Amazon unknown. Fuck that. I have zero interest in snakes or mosquitos.* I just wanted to see new places, meet new people, and above all, try on a different version of me. A version that was cool, hot, fiesty, maybe even had special powers. I then wanted to meet an equally cool, sexy and mysterious guy. One who was equal parts bad boy and sex-machine. One who was too dangerous to be around me but who wanted me too much to ever let me go.

Mills and Boon acquired alot of my wages back then.

I have always carried this sense of adventure with me and, in the end, my life actually did look a lot like the stories I read. You know, once I got my head out of books (and the fridge) and started living my life the way I wanted to live it.

(Now feels like a good time to mention that any unhappiness I express about being overweight as a teen is purely linked to the crippling self-loathing I experienced as a result. There are plenty of people who are happy and beautiful without being skinny and I fully support them. As I always say; you do you, and I’ll do me. Insert cheeky innuendo here.)

Anyway, I try to include this love of the unknown in my writing, but I find I actually struggle to create meaningful connections between strangers within the word count limits I give myself. I really, really tried with my current story, ‘The Beast of Backar,’ but it just didn’t work. The motivations for the characaters actions felt forced and flaky at best. As soon as I adapted the story eeeeeeeeeeever so slightly, so that they had a pre-existing relationship, it all just fell into place.

There is something to be said for the power of familiararity, when I met my husband, I met the real-life embodiment of every male protagonist I’d ever fallen in love with in my stories. So, even though we’d never met before, I had a full on Sleeping Beauty ‘I know you’ moment. I feel in love instantly.

That’s right. I’m a die-hard romantic as well as a degenerate pervert.

My question is this, dear readers, has anyone else had this struggle? And if so, how do you get around it?

Until next time, I leave you with this:

‘A soulmate is someone whom, when you meet, without thinking – without letting your neocortex play into the decision – you feel an instant familiarity, a sense of connection, a longing.’ Karen Salmansohn.

‘I might use that as the advert for my line of vibrators…’ K M Strange.

*For that matter, I can’t stand the idea of ski holidays either. ‘Hey Strange, do you fancy zipping at breakneck speed down a mountain in a place that is literally always cold?’ No. No, I don’t.

Mind Over Mattress

So, I’m currently working on a story all about a woman stuck in a cabin with a huge guy. Not just big, but like, beastly if you will.

Now, we all had our princesses as girls, and I was Belle. As a child, I thought I liked talking clocks. As a teen, I realised what I actually liked, was the idea of a big, strong, slightly scary man beast.

I thought that meant that this was just my type, even my husband is very much that ‘alpha male’ body shape; tall, broad shouldered, oddly possessive of certain wings of the house. But as I’ve gotten older, that perception has started to shift a little.

As an adult, I find I’m far more aroused by mental dominance than physical dominance. The fact is, I’m 5ft 3in, not a big girl. Not even a big hobbit, for that matter. It doesn’t take much for a man to overpower me physically. (I’d like to note I have taken a few guys out with a pretty effective right hook, though.) I suppose it’s just not as impressive when a man is all muscle.

But I do consider myself to be an intelligent person, and as I’ve gotten older, I find I’m more and more turned on by mental prowess. This is a little hard to explain, luckily Mr Strange is an impressive specimen in this category too.

There are times when Mr Strange has done little more than talk to me, lowering his tone, captivating me with his piercing gaze… and convinced me that not only do I want him to fuck me, I need it. That’s what really gets me hot. When a man (or woman in my younger days) could use my own arousal against me. Could tempt my kinky side out and make me behave like the submissive slut I am deep down.

So tell me, dear readers, what is it that gets you hot and heavy: brain or brawn? Do you want to be thrown against the wall and taken? Or talked down on to your knees?

And to those of you on the other side, what’s your most effective technique? Do you throw your lover over your shoulder and carry them to bed? Or do you whisper sweet degradation and make them thank you with their undying physical devotion?

Plutarch said, ‘Remember, the mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be kindled.’ I would argue the same could be said of other areas too.

Thanks for reading!

Strange

The Thing About Weirdos…

Have you ever felt like you didn’t really belong? Like when you look around, it’s like watching Planet of the Apes- sure everyone looks vaguely like you, and the world looks familiar, but you still don’t quite fit? Also Helena Bonham Carter is there without Jonny Depp? It’s all just a little off.

When I was a teenager, this feeling made me very self-conscious. I tried to keep myself to myself and when I got physically and verbally attacked by other teens, I just took it because I felt like I deserved it. I was an outsider in their world after all.

Yep, like pretty much all creative people, I had a hard time as teen. Boohoo. You know what though? The thing about weird people is…they grow up to be freaking awesome.

I’m not just talking about me here, though I do think I’m pretty awesome. And hot. And humble. But it’s actually the case of almost all weird people I’ve met or know of. The fact is, weird youngsters get a hard time because most people their age don’t see the oddness for what it is- Intelligence/creativity/humour.

Believe it or not, I didn’t even see this truth clearly until I was re-watching (for the billionth time) a series of RuPauls Drag Race and the Queens were talking about how they were ostracised as teens, and now they’re revered for their art.

I’m in my 30s and I’m only just now starting to put myself out there a little more with my writing and my humour etc, and the funny thing is, it’s not just hearing that other people like what I’m doing that’s so empowering, it’s how I feel about what I’m doing.

My point is, if you, like me, ever feel or felt like you’re not normal- it’s because you’re not, and that’s a really, really good thing. The world might not get you yet, but they will. And when that day comes, make sure you’re ready to show exactly what you’re made of!

Dun, dun, DONE!

That’s right, dear readers- The Garden of Eden series is finally completed, with all you would expect to be included in the climax of a sexy murder mystery.

Those of you who get updates on my releases will have noticed that the story has gone up on Amazon as a full collection with the last story included at the end. If you’ve already purchased the first four books in the series- worry not! The final story will be available as a stand-alone very soon. For those of you who haven’t read the series, the full book will be on promotion in a few weeks so try and hold out for a bit if you can! This is also my second paper-copy that’s been made available so I’m super excited about that. 

This is the first series I’ve written and now that’s it’s done I must say I’m a little emosh. ‘Devoted,’ was originally just a fun little sex-story my husband and I were writing during those endless nights of staying up with our (at the time) new born son. We were, like most new parents, like ships passing, except we were passing a baby between us. To try and stay connected, one of us would write passages of the story while the other slept. That way, we could have a sexy adventure together even though it sometimes felt like we were living separate lives.

(I would like to clarify that this saucy literary genius was being done between the obvious feeding, changing and general caring for the baby!)

As a result, Devoted actually holds an incredibly special place in my heart, not just because it was my first published work, but because it represents the bond between my husband and me on so many levels.

Since he is the one who actually publishes my work on Amazon, I never get to include the dedications, so here goes. 

Mr Strange, this story, and all my stories, are for you. You have made my whole world what it is, made me who I am. I love you more than words could ever express, which is why I put out as much as I do. Thank you, from the very bottom of my heart.

Garden of Eden is available here