Hello there, I’m Kari Gregg and welcome to the Bump in the Night blog tour. Bump in the Night is an erotic horror anthology edited by Rachel Haimowitz and featuring my story “Mating Season.”
What Scares Us
I’m a horror/slasher movie nut from way back. I saw my first zombie flick (Romero’s Dawn of the Dead) when I was just a wee spot, before puberty had even knocked on my door. Scared me so badly I slept with the lights on for a week solid, although how that was supposed to stop the zombies is still unclear. But I was hooked. At the time, my family had just moved from another state where we’d lived in a bona fide city to a town in West Virginia with a rough population of 200. The nearest girl in my grade was about a mile’s walk away. Literally. Everybody talked different than I did. They dressed different. I’d never seen a tomato plant in my life, but suddenly, we had 2 acres worth of garden to tend. Culture shock doesn’t begin to describe it. I was adrift . . . and petrified.
Being scared of zombies was a whole lot more fun than my anxiety about going to a new school, making new friends, and learning how to blend with the natives, trust me. I embraced my fear of zombies like a religious convert.
I’ve been embracing The Big Scare ever since.
Tentacles. A monster in the lake.
Scary. Creepy. OMFG-ful.
When I wrote “Mating Season,” Jill Noble had just left Noble Romance, where my first 2 books had been published. That was followed by six weeks of persistent and crippling migraines that had made it impossible for me to work. As soon as I started coming out of a migraine, signals that the next migraine was coming were already popping up. I was one huge ball of stress and, honestly, I was in a great deal of pain. I was also angry. Extremely.
I dealt with those feelings by funneling them into “Mating Season.” I’d been reading a lot of tentacle porn at the time. I’d become fascinated – maybe even obsessed – with tentacle stories. I wanted to give one of my own a shot and I needed an outlet. So, once the migraines tapered, I funneled my stress into this odd little story. Except making it creepy wasn’t enough, not for me. I wanted to make the story . . . hot. As in INFERNO hot. Unabashed smex, smex, smex.
What can I say? I was in a weird mood.
The story that emerged was everything I wanted it to be – a shameless smut-opocalypse that was creepy, creepy, creepy. I was disturbed by it, but I loved being disturbed by it. However, like quite a lot of my writerly experiments, I shoved “Mating Season” into the digital equivalent of a dresser drawer. I wasn’t sure what to do with it. The important thing then was that I’d climbed back on the horse and returned to work. I was writing again. “Mating Season” helped me do that and helped me process a publisher implosion. It’d done its job.
There “Mating Season” probably would have stayed if not for Riptide’s Bump in the Night anthology call. As soon as I saw that call, I knew. Although I’d written this story a long time before then, “Mating Season” could’ve been specifically targeted for the call. The things that scare us…and turn us on, too? Oh dudes, did I ever have that. In spades.
Now that the anthology is releasing, funnily enough, I have other things to be afraid of. The government has shut down and guess whose DH (and primary breadwinner) is a federal employee? Yup. Although we drafted an emergency backup plan during the shutdown rumblings in 2012, to say this is a scary, uncertain time for me and my mine would be a vast understatement. I’m worried. How long the shutdown could last is truly frightening to me.
Being creeped out and disturbingly turned on by tentacle monsters is so much more fun. The beast that finds Danny isn’t as threatening as our bank balances. His best bud isn’t as spooky as the real people I know who either aren’t reporting to work or are reporting to a job with a paycheck that will arrive . . . whenever. To say nothing of friends who wonder how long Head Start will stay open for their kids, families who are relying on WIC funding that may dry up, and compadres whose VA pensions may not be coming.
In stories like “Mating Season” and the other scary erotic stories in Bump in the Night, I can be giddily afraid of spooky creatures without wondering about my car payment. I can EMBRACE my fears and anxieties, and have fun with that. “Mating Season,” once again, is providing me with a safe outlet to process a stressful and uncertain time. That’s the draw to horror, including erotic horror. The Big Scare allows us to vent our anxieties in a much safer environment than the real world, an environment that doesn’t include the publisher that publicly exploded, our mortgage lenders, or the FUBAR circle jerk that is Congress.
Danny’s tentacle monster is awesome. Take me away from incompetent politicians, dude. Just for a little while. Take me away . . . and scare me.
You can read an excerpt of “Mating Season” and purchase Bump in the Night here.
Turn off the lights . . . and turn on your darkest fantasies.
Demon pacts. Ghostly possessions. Monsters lurking in the depths. The things that go bump in the night frighten us, but they also intrigue us. Fascinate us. Even turn us on.
Join us as fan favorites Ally Blue and Kari Gregg bring over-amorous aquatic beasts to life with their mythic twists on the Siren and the monster in the lake. Erotic horror pros Heidi Belleau, Sam Schooler, and Brien Michaels show us just how sexy scary can be with a pair of demon deals destined to curl your toes and set your heart thrashing. And literary masters Laylah Hunter and Peter Hansen weave haunting worlds where ghosts and dead lovers can touch our hearts (and other, naughtier places too . . .) and teach us lessons from beyond the grave.
By turns exciting, evocative, and exquisitely explicit, the stories in Bump in the Night are sure to scratch your sexy paranormal itch. Explore your wildest fantasies with us in this collection of dark erotic tales.
Kari Gregg lives in the mountains of Wild and Wonderful West Virginia with her Wonderful husband and three very Wild children. When Kari’s not writing, she enjoys reading, coffee, zombie flicks, coffee, naked mud-wrestling (not really), and . . . coffee!
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