Oh. My. God. Yes!

It’s finally here! My paperback book is officially available on Amazon!
I must admit that now the day is here, I’m even more nervous that I am excited. And I’m incredibly excited. I explained my reasons in my recent posts, so I won’t go in to it too much, but it all still stands.


I’m plagued by so many questions- will people buy it? Who is going to buy it? Does anyone even care about paperback books like I do these days? Did I leave the oven on?


My mind is going a billion miles an hour. I’m interested in what people might say too, this is a great opportunity for me to learn and progress in my craft. I’ve already had so many lovely reviews as well as some helpful pointers- thank you to everyone who’s contributed to that. 


If you haven’t had a chance to review any of my stories you’ve read so far, as ever, I’d be very grateful for your thoughts. The star ratings are also priceless when it comes to potential readers.


So, if you want to be one of the first people to own one of the first ever K M Strange paperback books, follow this link to order the K M Strange Collection, Volume 1.


I know I joke a lot, (it’s literally an uncontrollable impulse built in from high school- ‘I’m so funny, please be my friend!’) but it means so much to me having your support. Thanks again to anyone who has ever, or will ever read anything I write. You’ve already made all my dreams come true.
Fuck, I did leave the oven on. (See?!)


Until next time, I leave you with this;
‘Anyone who has ever made anything of importance was disciplined.’ – Andrew Hendrixson.


‘She disciplines me real good. Sometimes three times a day!’ – Lilo, Lilo and Stitch.

There’s Something About Santa

Okay readers, let’s settle this once and for all- is Santa sexy? 

I mean, I’m obviously hoping he is, since my Christmas short is largely based on that idea. But, is St Nick really just a sweet old man who leaves presents for good girls and boys? Or is he the ultimate symbol of ‘giving’ for us perverts? 

Now, I’ll be the first one to admit that I’ve got Daddy issues, (remember the sketchy parenting?) and it’s true, I’m partial to an older man as a result. But it’s only as I’ve grown into an adult that I’ve developed a kind of crush on Santa Claus. Which, as I’m writing this, I realise is the only sane option as a child version of me sitting on the lap of my 70-year-old crush, is all kinds of not okay. 

Anyway, I don’t know if it’s the security and the experience of an older man, the idea that Santa is magic and can therefore, in theory, perform all kinds of miracles in the bedroom, or simply the idea of taking the art of ‘gift giving’ and perverting it into something naughty. 

Maybe it’s just all the Baileys. 

But there’s just something about Santa that l don’t know. 

My husband and I have enjoyed a Mr/Mrs Claus fantasy in the past with very positive results, though he looks more like Santa’s well-built, slightly roguish son. And I’m sure if you asked him, he’d say I was more like Mrs Claus’ unbelievably hot granddaughter. If he knows what’s good for him.

There’s a dark side of me that suspects I would enjoy a kind of BDSM Father Christmas scene. You know what I’m talking about- put over his lap for being naughty? Yeah. I can get behind that.

So tell me, dear readers, do you have a secret Santa fantasy? And if so, please share it with us! 

Until then, remember, if you don’t believe, you won’t receive. And the same is true if you don’t put out, but that didn’t rhyme.