Fantastic Beasts and How to Ride Them

So, first of all, can you believe Mr Strange wouldn’t allow me to use that as the title for my Halloween collection? Sometimes I feel like my creative genius is being totally smothered. 😒

So, the main stories for my collection are finally all written and mostly edited. This has been a fantastic summer in that regard, and I’ve actually learned some helpful tips! (Don’t get too excited, the dedicated authors among you will either already know this stuff, or be clever enough to see obvious pitfalls in my brand new game-changing discoveries…)

First, instead of writing a story and then editing it straight away, I’ve written several stories and then come back to them much later. This has been hugely beneficial because I’ve been able to reread the work with almost completely fresh eyes. Before, I would miss typos because I had the story so clear in my mind, I was reading what I knew should be there, not what was actually in front of me.

(Side note: It’s also been a real eye-opener to discover how short my memory retention actually is. Two weeks away from a piece of work and I’m like, ‘Wow, this is pretty good stuff. I didn’t see that ending coming at all!’)

Another interesting thing I’ve noticed is that I seem to be developing an MO of sorts with my writing. I took some time to look back over some of my older work during my editing time, and there were similarities to my newer stories that I hadn’t expected at all! (Remember the worrying retention thing?) I feel like I’m really building my identity as a writer, and actually becoming a more three-dimensional K M Strange. I find myself smiling at things I’ve written and being like, ‘Heh, classic!’

What’s really impactful to me about this, is that the dream of being a writer/stay at home mum is starting to feel more real. I want this to be who I am, not just something I do on the side, and as my bookshelf gets bigger, it seems so possible. I’m chugging along, and slowly but surely, I’m making it happen.

That said, I’m so grateful to my husband for his constant, unwavering support. And I’m endlessly thankful to everyone who has read any of my stories or blog posts, or left a comment or review. It may just seem like a small, ‘Eh, she’s not the worst author I’ve ever read, I’ll bang her 70p and a medium rating,’ thing to you, but to me, it’s life changing.

Anyhow, I didn’t mean to get all ‘real’ there. I’m just in a very happy head space I suppose. Must be Autumn. ☺️ Speaking of, the new Halloween collection that will not share the same title as this post is going to be released in a few weeks, so watch this space!

Amy Collette said, “Gratitude is a powerful catalyst for happiness. It’s the spark that lights a fire of joy in your soul.”

Sounds like another powerful catalyst I’m familiar with… 😏

Take care,

Strange

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! 

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.