Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Interview with Author, KB Cutter!

I'm thrilled to introduce KB Cutter to the Flood Gates! Welcome!

Thank you Kelly for allowing me to be here today. I'll try not to embarrass you.
-cheesy grin-
It's my distinct pleasure. Let's play a little Q&A —

1.       First off, can you tell us a little bit about yourself?

Ah, the details of my life are inconsequential. Okay, not really, they are kinda mundane. I'm a geek of all trades. Love books, film, and writing (shocking, I know) I have a place in the Catskill Mountains, a secluded spot in the woods to recharge from the stresses of modern suburban life. Campfires, s'mores and enjoying the music of nature are on the order of business 'up yonder!'

I've been enamored with the written word for longer than I can remember and being a voracious reader, naturally I gravitated toward writing my own tales. Fast forward a few years later (ok, MORE than a few years) I found a wonderfully interactive writing group on the internets, wrote in every conceivable genre there and finally screwed up the courage to submit my work for professional publication.

Mmmmm. A place in the Catskills. Sounds heavenly. And I, for one, am very thankful you screwed up the courage to submit.

2.       Do you have a day job as well?

No day job for me.  –shivers-  I work nights. I cannot fathom waking up to an alarm clock every morning, unless I have to, then it's under duress.  ;-)

I'm a member of the Thin Blue Line for the past 23+ years. Some folks thing its odd that my part time occupation writing erotic romance is a bit incongruous given my profession.  I prefer to be slightly different. All right, maybe a bit more than slightly.

Oh, honey. I'm a big, big fan of 'different'.

3.       How did you choose the genre you write in?

Hmm, the genre chose me, actually. When I posted at the writing forums, the majority of my collaborative partners were women. They usually determined the narrative structure of the story. I was writing urban fantasy, paranormal, contemporary thriller romances before I knew the whole sub classifications of the romance genre!

Don't get me started on the whole "fantasy, urban-fantasy, paranormal, gas-lamp, steampunk" sub-classifications system. I just flat call it fiction. J

4.       Do you work with an outline, or just write?

I'm more a pantster than outliner. I use a rough guideline for starting off, then my Muse kicks in, taking me on quite the journey. She really does love to drive!

Me too! Nothing better than when the muse shows up with her whip, is there?

5.       Can you tell us about your challenges in getting your first book published?

I don’t have a hard luck story to tell. Quite the opposite, in fact. I wrote a short story entitled Summer Heat, a complete 180 from my normal comfort zone, about a woman coming to terms with her sexuality, leaving her husband for her best friend. I subbed it to Noble Romance and in a few days, I received a contract.  To this day, I'm still in awe of how it all transpired so quickly.

I think publishing stories like yours are important to share. Too many writers hear about how difficult it is to get published, and give up before they've started.

6.       What are the most important elements of good writing? According to you, what tools are must-haves for writers?

You must have read. Period. End of. Everything else, you can learn. If you do not take the time to read, you will NOT evolve as a writer. Oh, and maybe hammering out a few hundred words a day doesn’t hurt either.

A few hundred words a day? Damn, you're committed. *** bowing to you, sensei ***

7.       What is your favorite breakfast food?

I loves da breakfast.  Bacon and egg on a roll. Ketchup. Large coffee. I'm set. The world could end. Don’t care.

Mmmm. You can't talk that way to a pregnant woman. Can you hold on while I go get something to eat? Just kidding – let's keep going – and please ignore the rumbling from the round little belly over here.

8.       Decaf or regular?

Regular. It's like non-alcoholic beer, what's the point?

Impossible to argue with logic like that…

9.       How many times have you been naked in public? Elaborate.

All the time. Why?

LOL – I knew there was a reason I liked you. J

10.    What project are you working on now?

Jeez, what am I not working on now?  I've narrowed the field to two projects. One is a sci-fi novella featuring a M/F/M erotic romance at is core. Think of Blade Runner meets Inception via Children of Men. The other is short horror themed bit of sexiness of lesbians vs. zombies. I told ya I was different!!!

Blade Runner meets Inception via Children of Men? I think you need to up your daily word quota, because THAT I've got to read!!!

You have been an incredibly good sport about all the questions, KB. Thank you so much for being here! 

Thank you, Kelly, for allowing me to babble at your blog. I hope I didn't scare anyone off.

No way! I’m sick and twisted; therefore, I would bet my bottom dollar everyone that reads this blog doesn't scare too easily. J

I'd like to share a blurb and excerpt from my latest release, an erotic paranormal romance – The Darker Side of Heaven available on Amazon Kindle and at Noble Romance and other e-book venues!

Folks can look me up at www.kbcutter.com and Facebook and Twitter. I'm quite social.

Good lord, yes, please share. I'd be disappointed if you didn't. OK readers…get a load of THIS!!!

Book Blurb:

Shadows lengthen over the world. Turmoil rages.

Something evil this way comes . . . .

Emotionally conflicted avenger Chalice Noire, product of an unholy union between demon and angel, is a slayer to the forces of darkness. Employed by shadowy benefactors in Rome, her sect is commanded by fallen angel Nikolai Voss, whose allegiance is not to the church but to the flame of vengeance that burns within. 

But Chalice possesses a holy relic, a Weapon of the Mass, Nikolai desperately craves, and he will stop at nothing to retrieve it, destroying anything or anyone, including his own soul.

Renegade vampire Adam Blake is a recluse, attempting to bury his troubled past and the tortured memory of his former lover, Chalice Noire, in America's last frontier: the Alaskan wilderness.

             Armageddon looms, the agents of light and darkness gather forces. The battle to be fought not on the sands of prophecy, but in the rugged beauty of Alaska, where Chalice and Adam once again cross paths. Can they reconcile their past to save humanity's future? 


Chapter One 

Hell is empty and all the devils are here

 ~ William Shakespeare

 Fire Island, N.Y. 

Chalice Noire wanted to slit their throats. Instead, she caressed the prominent bulge in the cultured man's trousers and slowly ground her ass against the crotch of the biker behind her.

Bloodletting would come later.

"I think someone wants to party." Victor's hooded gaze remained on her hand as she massaged his crotch.

Chalice tightened her grip on the outline of his fierce erection.

Victor winced, his breath hitching in his throat.

"I'm not the only one." Chalice murmured in his ear.

She suppressed the urge to do a Mike Tyson on his lobe.

The biker grabbed her by the waist. She could feel his insistent heat pressing hard against the flimsy fabric of her summer dress.

"You know what they say, two's company, and three's a ménage." The biker's voice held the rasp of a thousand gargled razor blades.

Chalice felt his rough hands gliding along her bare legs. The bastard's hand pushed the fabric of her dress higher, exposing her ass.

"Christ, Victor, she's a fucking party girl, all right. Kinky fuck me boots and little bitch's goin' commando!"

Chalice gritted her teeth.

Anger welled up in her breast, a red beast clawing its way to the surface. She did not want to lose control. Her own base instincts began to clamor for attention. She willed herself to resist the insistent energy, the pulsating desire that made blood throb in her temples, and in her clit.

She squeezed Victor's cock harder.

"Ow! My sweet, I do so enjoy your robust enthusiasm, but I'm not a masochist."

Bullshit, Victor Kozlov, I am privy to the darkness that lurks within your corrupted soul.

The biker, Dominic Stone, continued to paw at her ass. He bore a bullshit name, but it wouldn't matter much longer. His groping hands dipped between her legs, massaged her sex. The son-of-a-bitch could introduce himself to the devil when she was through with him.

Simultaneously repulsed and sexually charged, she struggled to control the part of her that made her wet from their touch.

"I'm gonna fuck you right here and now. My cock's so hard for your wet pussy, baby. It's practically busting through my zipper."

"Dominic, please; no need to voice such vulgarities. The way our bodies react to this gorgeous creature, our flesh speaks volumes, and our tongues should be put to better use."

Victor's voice was a rich, soothing bass. No wonder women fell under his charm. Tall, dark, and aristocratically handsome, with a hint of eastern European accent, he appeared the consummate bon vivant.

Chalice knew better. Beneath Victor's cultured facade, lurked a career criminal with a specialty in trafficking flesh, preying on the innocent, the unwary. She tracked him across the entire breadth of Asia and through half of Eastern Europe. She had always been one step behind.

Until now.

His vanity would be his demise, alongside his liaisons with things of a dark nature. The women were not always bound for the sex trade. Some suffered a fate far worse than prostitution. Victor had to satiate the black appetites of beings not of this world who aided him in his desire for money and power. The Audro Council, the shadowy Vatican-based organization she worked for to help rid the world of evil and those who consorted with the legions of devil spawn had long sought to end the Russian criminal enterprise. She thought it ironic the church recruited her, she an offspring of an unholy union of half human-half demon succubus and corrupted angel. Her talent for bloodshed kept the questioning lips of certain cardinals and bishops still concerned over her suspect linage trembling. In the early days, she thought of herself as an avenger, now . . . she wasn't so sure.

Chalice often wondered how innocent the girls actually were. To be so blindly ignorant, so stupidly naive to fall for Victor's line of bullshit, perhaps they deserved their fate of sexually indentured servitude.

She felt nothing for these women, not anger or sorrow. Tonight, however, a small vestige of humanity smoldered inside of her.

A tiny flame in the dark.


Useless emotion, girl. Get your head out of your ass or get killed.

Dominic's hoarse voice dissipated the fog of her self-rumination. "Whatever, Victor, all I know, is I like what I see and feel, and what I want, I fucking take. This piece of ass is gonna take all my fat cock deep in her soaking cunt."

Chalice sensed movement behind her. Dominic grunted, undoubtedly trying to extract his turgid member from his jeans. She wondered how a Russian criminal oligarch like Victor Kozlov hooked up with a Pagan biker enforcer like Stone. It was obviously a business arrangement. Victor supplied the women; Dominic got them strung out on drugs, and eventually they hustled their scrawny asses in biker-run strip joints or Russian mafia-backed whorehouses.

Chalice shivered. The slick, bulbous head of Dominic's cock pressed against her ass.

Damn, girl, get a grip. Don't lose it now.

She rarely let her body respond so viscerally, but she hadn't had sex in weeks. The need for ecstasy burned in the deepest fiber of her being. Her accursed lineage stirred the lustful beast within. Perhaps it was a mistake taking on two powerfully built men alone, no back up, no one ghosting her movements, especially on a goddamned island. Chalice knew it was risky, deadly, but she rarely second guessed her instincts. Doing so in her line of work got you one thing: dead. Chalice had to go it alone. She preferred it that way. Whatever transpired, it was on her, no trigger-happy cowboy heroes crashing through doors at the wrong moment.

"Hey, Dom, baby, slow down or you're gonna blow your wad too soon. Let's get little Victor to come out and play." Chalice cooed.

"He is not so little, my love."

Dominic slapped Chalice's ass. She barely resisted the urge to reach behind her and rip his balls off.

"Sorry, little darlin'. It's like a fire hose; once the pressure's on, it's gonna be a gusher. Fuck, c'mon Victor, whip it out unless you gone fag or somethin'. I ain't got all goddamn night."

Chalice grinned inwardly.

Neither do I.

Victor's eyes narrowed into piercing black coals. His gaze pure malice, body tensing. He obviously didn't like being addressed in such a vulgar manner.

Chalice slowly pulled Victor's zipper down, diffusing the palpable tension. She worked his thick cock out, grasping his shaft, stroking his expanding flesh.

"Oh Victor's not gone fag—quite the contrary."

Chalice smiled, gently blowing on the tip of Victor's cock. He shivered in her touch, precum leaking from the tip.

Dominic grunted. Chalice could feel his pelvis against her ass, the large head of his cock about to part the folds of her sex. Victor began to stroke Chalice's hair, his eyes closing, obviously anticipating her mouth upon his swollen cock.

Her gaze narrowed.

The party's started.

Chalice reared up, bringing her right arm forward and then shot it back, her elbow connecting with Dominic's throat.

She heard a satisfying crunch.

Dominic stumbled back, gurgling. She kept her grip on Victor's cock, squeezing with all of her might, his eyes bulging. She violently jerked her arm left and heard a gratifying, wet tearing sound. Victor's screams joined Dominic's rasping and choking.

Chalice withdrew the dagger from her boot sheath. The French doors were open, white curtains fluttering in the breeze; the pale moonlight glinted on the flat of the blade.

Chalice glanced at Dominic; his hands were at his throat, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He crumbled to his knees, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Victor continued to scream, curled on the floor in a fetal position, his hands clasping his crotch.

The beach house, while secluded, was not remote enough to allow Victor to wail like a banshee.

Chalice had to silence him. His howls of pain would carry on the open air.

She strode to the downed man, boot heels deafening loud on the floor, and kicked him over.

Victor yelped like a whipped dog.

Chalice slit his throat.

"Ah, thank you. That fucking yowling was driving me nuts."

Chalice whipped around to the grinning face of Dominic Stone bearing down upon her.

She was unable to sidestep his advance completely. For a large man, he moved incredibly fast and hit her in the shoulder, knocking the blade from her hand, spinning her around. She regained her footing, splaying her legs. Dominic slammed into the flat screen TV, shattering its black screen. He spun around, his movements fluid, quick, and unnaturally athletic. No run-of-the mill biker muscle.

"I hope Victor got the extended warranty." Dominic glanced at the Russian. His body still. Blood leaked out of the gash in his neck. "I guess it don't matter now."

Chalice eyed the dagger.

Dominic squinted. "I know what you're thinking; can I get to it before he does?"

"That's a piss poor Clint Eastwood impression."

He laughed.

"Actually, it was supposed to be Charles Bronson. Eastwood's a wuss."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Hmm, I thought you figured that out already. Guess your brains are in your tits." Dominic licked his lips. He grinned, displaying rows of sharp, needle-like teeth.

"I'm an incubus. Although I must issue this disclaimer: I'm not pure-blood. I have ta do that, bit of a drag, really, but as a lesser demon, one must adhere to the Unholy Scripts."

Chalice remained mute, taking in the information.

The biker shrugged. "I'm like you, half-breed, although I think you are more along the lines of a mutt."

Chalice bared her teeth, inching forward.

Dominic held up his hands.

"Easy, Xena; guess I struck a nerve. C'mon, you have to know who you are, at least parts of you. I certainly know one part of you. I can smell it."

Chalice balled her hands into fists.

Dominic sighed.

"Am I going to have to call you Cleopatra, huh? Queen of fucking denial? Listen, why don't we cut to the chase. You could use a good fuck, Satan knows I'd enjoy giving one. So, let's shed our human masquerade, get busy, and I drench you in sticky demon jizz."

"You're a vile creature. I'd rather slit my wrists and drink my own blood than fuck you."

The biker chewed on his lower lip, drawing a foul smelling, brackish fluid that snaked down his chin.

"Your words sting, sweet cheeks. Go on; pretend you're not like me. Keep deluding yourself. Truth hurts like a motherfucker. You want it rough. I'm down with that. I dig the pain thing. Bitch, I am going to enjoy raping every hole in your body."

The thing that called itself Dominic transformed. The leather jacket and jeans began to smoke and burn as the clothing fell to ashes on the floor. Muscles flexed under coarse, bile green, scaly flesh. Its penis swung pendulously, thickening rapidly; the bulbous head soon rose a foot above the creature's muscled abdomen.

Chalice's gaze fell upon the pulsating organ.

"For an incubus, you have a really small dick."

The demon's laugh was like sand poured off a gravedigger's shovel.

"The succu-bitch has a sense of humor after all."

Rage consumed her. Chalice charged forward, her lips pulled back, snarling like a she-wolf. This loathsome thing would soon regret its mocking words. The demon roared, shattering the panes of glass in the doors. Chalice feinted left then quickly sprinted to the right, as if a quarterback dodging the sack. The incubus slashed with its talons, ripping the back of her dress. Its nails raked her flesh. Chalice cried out in pain as she leapt for the dagger, sliding across the floor on her stomach. She managed to clasp the hilt when the demon lashed out again, ripping more fabric and flesh.

Chalice could smell her skin burning, could feel her back wet with her own blood. The incubus lunged as Chalice flipped onto her back, the agony from the cauterized wounds making her eyes water. The demon attempted to straddle her, its impossibly long, thick erection pulsated menacingly over her. She swung the blade, intent on severing the horrid appendage, when a voice exploded inside of her head.


The arc of the blade slowed, giving the demon enough time to jerk back. The dagger sliced the incubus's legs, causing it to cry out in a combination of pain and a sound she could only assume came from relief that she had not lopped off its prized organ.

The wounds on the demon's legs burned. The stench of rotting flesh filled the room.

"You cunt, you fucking impure blooded she-bitch!" The demon wailed, snatching the dagger from her weakened hand. Chalice's mind reeled. Chaotic images flashed in her mind. She knew that voice. Saw his face. Why did he call to her now?

The incubus slashed at her abdomen. The blade sliced a thin, surgically red straight line stretched across her stomach. Blood began to seep from the laceration.

The demon's flesh continued to burn. Tendrils of smoke wafted from the cuts on its legs.

He loomed over her, the dagger blade pointed downward. The demon's face contorted in agony and rage. Chalice tried to fight the lethargy in her body. She knew it wanted to finish her off, drive the dagger into her chest, stake her to the floor like a butterfly to cork board.

She was not going out like this, on her back.


She was the hunter, not the prey.

Chalice screamed, throwing her hands up, if she had to grasp the blade, severing her fingers, so be it. She would fight this sex-crazed piece of filth from hell with every ounce of strength she could muster.

She heard the crunch of broken glass and the sound of muffled . . . gunshots. Or was it the ocean slapping the shoreline? The demon growled as the dagger came down. Chalice saw the red and black brimstone eyes of the beast ablaze with pure undiluted hatred. Chalice reached for the blade, her gaze locking with the demons.

The incubus jerked. Its body twitched. Small bits of flesh exploded into greenish-black mists off its body.

The dagger continued its downward spiral, and as Chalice swatted it away, she thought she heard tiny coffin nails clinking on the floor. 

Oh wow KB, nobody likes chicks kicking ass better than I do. :)

Everyone else... go get another slice of Darker Side of Heaven!  Available for download now!


  1. Thank you Kelly! Exceedingly kind and gracious of you to host me today!

  2. Always a joy to see what KB is up to. And Chalice is defintely my kind of woman. I'm really looking forward to the lesbians vs zombies story. With KB's edge and wit, this should be a good one. =)

  3. Wonderful interview, and KILLER excerpt KB, wow! Just Wow!!! I need to read more!


  4. Thank you David. Putting the finishing touches on my lesbian zombie tale tonight!

    Most kind of you Renee! Thanks!

  5. K.B. does dark erotica better than just about anyone out there. I had the pleasure of reading Darker Side of Heaven, and lemme tell ya, he's just getting warmed up here!
    Great post, K.B., and excellent interview, Kelly! :)

  6. Bacon and egg and ketchup on a roll? GAACK! Get the toothbrush. ICKY! the coffee was good tho. :-) I used to be more envious of your mountain place, but the more I thought of you up there cooking up scary zombie tales and the more of your other books I read, I thought, the neighbors need a warning. LOL Best wishes with this book my friend, and all your future projects.

  7. Thank you J.S. Much obliged, mah friend!

    Margie, you dun know good breakfast eatins!

    Good thing I don't have any neighbors there to warn!

    Thanks for all of your support!

  8. Hey Margie, there's nothing wrong with bacon & eggs on a roll with ketchup. I don't do coffee and a side of homefries would be good, but this is definitely a champion breakfast. KB, as usual this was a great interview. Loved the excerpt. Can't wait for the lesbian-zombie story.

  9. Hiya Cindy! Thank you and yeah, Bacon/eggs/Ketchup on a roll is a Champeen breakfast!

    Gonna get that Lesbian VS Zombies story done tonight, even if it kills me!

    And I get back up and do it all over again!