K.B. Cutter and the Undead

Little introduction is needed for my guest today. K.B. Cutter was here recently with Margie Church to talk about their up and coming release RAZOR and we had such a great time that he insisted on coming back. 

Ok. I might have asked nicely…  Don’t give me that look… Fine! I might have bribed him with whiskey and a pillow fight, but nothing more than that.

To add to the fun today, K.B. has generously offered up some of his books to a lucky reader who leaves a comment an their email addy. Read through the post for details.

Welcome back K.B. It’s good to have you here today.

Who's got the dollah bills? Ladies?

Hey, Renee, thanks for having me back at your pad. I promise I’ll wear pants while I blo . . .  –looks down-   Sorry. You might have to settle for a snazzy leopard skin Speedo. However, this time I remembered to put the potato in the fron . . .

Right, wrong blog, so sorry.

Any-hoo, I’m here today to discuss my new release, ‘Undead Reflections in a Jaundiced Eye.’  Yes, the title is a bit of a mouthful. To simplify, how ’bout we call it URJE.  Oh. Hmm. Sounds like the name of the guy I called for tech support last weekend.  Right, skip it.  We’ll just call it ‘Undead’ for now.

Speaking of Undead, I originally wrote it for another anthology, an up and coming indie horror publisher, a while back. The story was a tad quirky (okay, more than a ‘tad’) and I opted to go more of a conventional route with another submission. Undead languished on my laptop, tucked away in Word like another can of beans on the grocery shelf.  I meant to finish it and self publish on Amazon Kindle like my other works, Dead Fall and Sins of the Sparrow.  Other projects consumed my time and Undead remained in its Microsoft crypt.

Fast-forward two years.  Ruby Green contacted me, inquiring if I’d like to contribute a zombie story for an anthology to be published by Noble Romance.  The parameters being: Lesbians, Zombies, music and a college type setting.  I was intrigued. The concept was quite original and it gave me an opportunity to resurrect ‘Undead.’

The original hook I was going to use for the horror anthology was the ambiguity of the main character’s gender/sexuality. Told in first-person, I wanted the reader to believe it was a hetero male until a crucial moment in the story. Alas, not meant to be, however, I’m happy to see my tale of a group of misfits holed up in a roadside dive during a Zombie Apocalypse reanimated!

I think it fitting to remind aspiring writers or those who are established, SAVE your stories.  You never know when they might be called upon to lumber out of Cyber Limbo!

I’d like to thank Ruby Green for dreaming up the concept and Jill Noble for taking a risk on publishing a non-traditional romance anthology.  I hope Undead provides readers with enough thrills, chills and shivers of sensual delight as well as some food for thought (no pun intended . . . okay, maybe a little).

It is not your usual Zombie fare or erotic romance.

And that is the way I write it!

Thanks also to Renee for hosting me today. The woman is generous, allowing me to ramble on, ‘cuz you never know what the hell I’m gonna say!

I’d like to share a Blurb and bit of an excerpt from Undead Reflections of a Jaundiced Eye.

Annnnndddd… a little treat to the pithiest comment, a trifecta of terror, PDF copies of my horror stories, some laced with simmering sexuality,deviant lust and bit o’ the red:  Dead Fall, Sins of the Sparrow and Killing Apathy.  Please provide your e-mail addy in the body of your post.

You can peek at my work or the inner workings of my twisted mind at: www.kbcutter.com, where there are links to all of my published work.

Blurb:

An undead infestation can be a real killjoy. For a group of misfit weekend bikers holed up in roadside dive, it is the understatement of the century.  One of them, a jaded misanthrope, examines her life as civilization crumbles.  Will true love finally pierce the cynical veil shrouding her heart before the zombie horde devours her flesh?

Excerpt:

Chapter One

A Zombie Apocalypse can be a real buzz-kill.

The jolly Captain Morgan and I, best mates, we were; however, the buccaneer was playing mischief with my sea legs. I stood with said legs slightly apart, swaying as if the bar’s floor were the wooden deck planks of a pirate sloop.

I spotted my prize leaning against the jukebox, booted foot tapping in rhythm to George Thorogood’s raspy lament of “one bourbon, one scotch, and one beer.” Her treasures, encased in snug tight blue jeans that accentuated the tantalizing curves of her ass, were mine for the plundering. Life was good, damn good at Red’s Roadside Tavern, until one of the locals burst through the door.

The first thing I noticed was his eyes. Aside from an unnervingly vacant stare, his irises bore the milky white of cataract-afflicted orbs. His mouth was a crooked maw of blackened gums and jagged teeth; hair matted to his skull, slick with sweat and rain.

At the time, we had no clue that he–it–was the infected, soon to be walking dead. None of us did.

Christ, who would have?

Buy link:

https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/390/Undead-Reflections