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

Charmed, I’m sure…

That’s right people, I’ve released the newest story in the Garden of Eden series; Charmed.

This story focusses on the founder of the GoE club; Evander Fort, and the judgemental journalist, Evelyn Kelley. They are brought together by the exploration of Evander’s world, with steamy results and deadly mysteries!

‘Oooooooooh!’ I hear the canned audience cry.

Honestly, I’ve loved writing all of the stories but this one has been especially close to my heart because it’s the penultimate story and it’s brining the whole series towards its end. I feel like I’m now approaching the last hurrah with a bunch of new and freaky friends who I’ve become very close to.

I do have real friends too. I swear…

It’s also been very poignant for me as Evelyn and I share a love of writing that is born from journalism. That’s right, K M Strange used to write for papers. Big ones, you ask? Well, no. I mean, I got a few bi-lines here and there but…well I write erotic fiction now, what does that tell you about my journalistic career?

It’s also been interesting because most of the characters I write are either already into some kind of kink or at least open to it. Writing a character who is as closed and resistant as Evelyn was a fun change of pace for me.

Which raises a question to you, gentle readers. What’s your perversion and when did you come into it? Were you a fully grown adult before you noticed that the feel of rubber gets you all tingly? Or were you reading vampire novels and enjoying them in ways no normal fifteen year old should, like a certain Strange author we all know and are growing to be very fond of?

While you ponder that, I’ll leave you with a particularly enjoyable quote from a well known teen fave of mine:

‘Put your seatbelt on,’ Bella cried.

Edward laughed darkly and responded, ‘you put your seatbelt on.’

‘For Christ’s sake, Strange. Put your panties back on!’ K M’s husband yelled.

No Place for a Woman

Ooooh, it’s getting a little risqué up in here!

Except, not really. This post is actually just going to be my musings on where I fit as a woman in today’s changing world.

I was a child of the 90’s, so I was very much raised by the Spice Girls in the heat of the ‘Girl Power’ movement. It was a great time to be female, I was told I could do anything I wanted when I grew up, and I couldn’t wait to do exactly that!

…Exactly what, exactly?

Good question. I didn’t know what I wanted to do at nine years old (well I did, I wanted to be a Spice Girl, but that’s besides the point). Fast forward ten years and I was on my way to university to be a journalist.

Fast forward five years from there and I was doing something entirely different. Turns out, no one is paying for journalists these days. But that was news to me! (See what I did there?)

Anyway, I ended up doing a job I enjoy, and I’m now married, as many of you know, with a two-year-old son I adore.

So, here’s the big question- did I do what I wanted to do? Is that what I’m doing now? The answer is: sort of. My family and my home are the best things in my world and I’m so incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful husband and stunning little boy.

The question mark is over my career. One of the reasons I started writing is so that I would hopefully make enough money so that I could dedicate myself to being a stay at home mum and wife while still bringing in enough money to support my family a bit.

I know, I know; a stay at home wife? Say whaaat? But the truth is, that’s what I want to do. I want to be with my son, I want to make a home for my family that’s always changing, smells like baking bread etc.

I should clarify, I have the utmost respect for working mums, hell, I am one. I’m not saying this is what people should be doing, I’m just saying it’s what I want to do.

So, I’ve been researching a lot of these women who identify with the housewife lifestyle, and I’ve found something quite interesting. I don’t think I fit there. Or anywhere, actually.

A lot of feminists I come across don’t necessarily like my work because of how erotica is all about sexualising women (and men of course, but they don’t tend to complain as much). And the more traditional housewives seem to value the more demure and chaste demeanour. So, also not super kinky-wife friendly.

So, my question to you, dear readers, is where do people like me fit? What are your thoughts? And do you also feel a little out of place in this world? If so, come to my party, we’ve got apple pies and strap ons for everyone!

And as food for thought; if the shoe fits, wear it. Same goes for gimp masks.

Welcome to 2021

I know, I know, we’re all sad to say goodbye to 2020, forgive me for being so controversial.

Heh, okay, maybe not.

I’m going to join the crowds of people who are very ready to get 2021 started, and I’ve got a lot of ideas that I’m psyched for! Change is cumming people!

My New Years resolution is to purge myself of the toxins in my world; Healthy body, healthy mind, healthy planet. Am I saying ‘No more junk food for me ever again?’ And jogging my way to the supermarket to buy some new gym gear that will only get used three times before being upscaled to my new loungewear?

Yes. But at least I’m trying, bitch!

To be honest, I’m actually in a place where I’m incredibly happy with most things in my life. I find I’m at a stage where instead of trying to make huge changes, I’m more focussed on building on the foundations I’ve made over the years.

Some things definitely have to go, (I still have huge clanking goth boots from my late teens) but otherwise, my plan is to just keep doing better with what I love.

Which brings me, inevitably, to my writing. At the moment, I’m a book and a half away from finishing the Garden of Eden series. I’ve decided to get this all done before I start anything else. I’ve loved writing this series and while I’ll be sad to be done with it, I’ll be happy for my characters who will finally have the answers they’ve been demanding between their many sexual antics!

On the horizon, I’ve got a supernatural series planned, think hotel for sexy-ass monsters meets K M Strange. I’m also in serious debate about opening an Etsy shop under my pen name and selling various night-time delights. I’d be interested in your thoughts on this.

So tell me, dear readers, what are your plans as we skip hopefully into the new year? What do you foresee on your own horizons? Will your plans benefit from some elegantly written porn? You know your girl Strange has got your back.

Until next time, I’d like to leave you with a quote from Mae West that needs no tampering from me, ‘All discarded lovers deserve a second chance, with someone else.’

And like those forgotten lovers, I’m ready to let 2020 fade into the past. 2021 – let’s be having you!

Go On, Spoil Yourself!

It’s that time of year, after all. The time for giving and receiving, drinking and eating. And let’s not forget, all that fornicating under the mistletoe!

But is anyone’s Christmas really so picturesque? I’m no Grinch, really! But to be honest, I get a little frustrated with the high expectations that come along with Christmas sometimes.

I have a two-year-old son and that is the best thing about Christmas for me now. I love the hype and the songs and the stories. I love the glow of wonder on his face when he sees his whole street alight with neon, and hearing him humming jingle bells to himself at full volume in the middle of the night. 

Up until he was born though? Let’s just say my family weren’t exactly the ones they base Hallmark cards on. Imagine the Simpsons crossed with the original cast of Shameless. Traditional and festive? Not really. Drunk and hilarious? I don’t remember, so I assume so. We did the thing, ate the food, swapped gifts, drew funny faces on sleeping Grandad, etc. 

But come the evening, I liked nothing better than curling up with a good book. And when I say good, I obviously mean sexy. I don’t know why, I always found it especially exciting to be doing something naughty the second that Santa wasn’t updating the list. Like wearing nothing but lingerie under a long coat out in public. Innocent, as long as you don’t get caught.

With that in mind, my newest story, ‘Spoiled,’ is now available on Amazon. You know, to keep the season kinky.

Remember readers, tis the season of giving… yourself a secret orgasm while everyone else is gorging on Christmas pudding. 

Spoiled is available here

Happy Holidays!