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KMQ Interview: Alice in the Attic (#8Authors)

Screen Shot 2015-10-30 at 11.17.17 PMI love talking to Rose Caraway. A few months ago, I spoke with her in-studio for the release of the Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30, vol. 1. It was a great experience – one that I didn’t realize I’d be lucky enough to repeat so soon.

Earlier this week, I went back to Rose’s studio, this time to talk about Libidinous Zombie, the collection of erotic horror that Rose and her brilliant husband / partner in crime, Dayv, have been dreaming of for years.

I was privileged to be one of the #8Authors she asked to contribute to this collection and the story that I ultimately handed over turned out to be quite a labor of love, one that is especially important to me.

Alice Blk Bkgnd FB“Alice in the Attic” isn’t a pretty story. If I did my job right, it’s creepy and unsettling and abjectly filthy. I also hope that, while it makes you vaguely uncomfortable, it also turns you on. That intersection between sex and fear is fascinating to me. In fact, it’s very much at Alice’s heart.

This interview was short and sweet and really fun (at least, that’s how it felt to record!) We talked about short stories that want to be novels, taboo and transgression, and how wonderful it is when an editor asks you take off the reins and GO. You don’t have to have read #LZ to enjoy it. Hell, you don’t even have to like horror. It’s just a good conversation about writing without restraint. That said, if you happened to want to read some pretty righteous, sexy horror, you could do better than #LZ.

So, if you want to check out my conversation with the brilliantly excellent Rose Caraway, click HERE.

LZ Cover LargeAnd if you want to pick up a copy of #LZ (because it really is hella good) head on over HERE. And stayed tuned. Audio is on the way.

 

New Release: LZ

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Halloween is the release day for a project that I am both humbled and proud to be part of. Libidinous Zombie (#LZ) is Rose Caraway’s erotic horror anthology. It pushes at boundaries both in writing and in life, and gleefully breaks pretty much every convention in the genre. To quote the blurb:

This book is erotic. This book is horrifying. This book is cunning.
This book is edgy, seductive, violent, fiendish, indecent, and unfair.
This collection is a work of fiction. Consider yourself trigger warned.

Quick Note: Remittance Girl wrote an excellent post explaining what, exactly, a libidinous zombie is. I would recommend reading it – it’s fascinating. It will also allay zombie-oriented fears. There’s only one zombie story in this collection and it’s brilliant (this coming from a woman who got nervous watching Sean of the Dead).

“Alice in the Attic”, the story I wrote for #LZ, has been germinating for twelve years. It started as a sort of dark fairy tale about a little girl who has cobwebs for hair, but it never went anywhere. I wasn’t prepared to take it where it needed to go. Over the years, it went through various iterations, some fay, others less so, but I couldn’t shake the sense that I wasn’t telling the story. Eventually I set it aside.

When Rose Caraway asked me if I wanted to contribute to this collection I thought of “Alice in the Attic” for the first time in years. After simmering for so long, the story felt more substantial. Alice was more than just a fairy tale concept. She was more than a little girl with sentient hair. She was darker, meaner, more raw, filthy, clever, wise and frightening. She had a history. She had suffered. In short, she had grown up. But in order to write the story as it needed to be written I needed to be able to go to places that are not romantic. They aren’t even civilized.

Revenge, injustice, predation, sexual obsession, madness, compulsion, manipulation, death…. All that sexy stuff. I say that somewhat ironically, but I’m actually quite serious. It’s a different kind of erotic, one that happens when civility cracks and biology takes over. It’s not pretty. In fact, it’s fucking filthy. And because it’s fucking filthy, it’s really fucking hot…if that’s your cup of tea.

“Alice in the Attic” is my cup of tea, and it’s an honor to have it in a collection that embraces the wrong, the frightening and the deeply sexual without the boundaries of convention.

I’ve written quite a few pieces that will never see the light of day because there is no place for them in the market, but Rose Caraway deliberately created a context free of the rules that define the genre. This collection makes its own way. It’s uncomfortable and intelligent and incredibly hot. It’s a beautiful fucking monster.

Alice Blk Bkgnd FBFrom “Alice in the Attic”:

Adler froze as her breathing hitched, no longer quiet, but striving and broken by throaty, frustrated moans.

Patient shows signs of nymphomania. Has pronounced tendencies towards sexual self-abuse.

He’d seen those words the day before, written in crabbed, fading ink, but he remembered them like a slap as he felt his body respond. It was only when his cock bulged against his trousers that he realized how compromised he was.

“Alice,” he said, as she writhed in the chair. “Miss Mulgrave? You must stop. You are agitating yourself.”

Dark eyes flew open and locked on his. Adler stepped back, shocked by the look on her face. It was full of rapacious promise, like a wolf scenting prey. But the impression didn’t last. He’d barely absorbed it when it was papered over by a rueful smile. Then she flipped down her skirt and stood to greet him, calm and self-possessed.

“You must be Dr. Adler. Alice has told me about you. I’m Miss Mulgrave.”

Instead of curtseying as Alice had, Miss Mulgrave extended her hand. Adler froze and stared at her fingers, which glistened with the juices of where they had been. Seeing his discomfort, she snatched her hand away.

“Forgive me,” she said. “One forgets.”

Then she slid her fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean, smiling calmly as she did.

Adler swallowed, reacting as much to her calm as to the sight of her working her fingers with brutal, sensual force. When she was finally satisfied, she offered him her hand again. Adler took it gingerly with his.

“Em…yes. I’m Dr. Adler. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Mulgrave. Are you prepared for our first session?”

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