Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Kitty Thomas is in The Hot Seat

I've got the Queen of Dark Erotica, Kitty Thomas, in The Hot Seat today!

About Kitty Thomas:

Kitty Thomas writes dark literary erotica. This work is fiction and meant for an adult audience. The author does not endorse or condone any of the behavior carried out by characters in her stories.

In case you aren't familiar with Kitty Thomas' work and haven't already read her latest release, Mafia Captive, you can check out my review here. You should also check out my review of Big Sky here.

Now let's learn something new about Kitty Thomas!

How did you come up with your pen name? Does it have special meaning to you or do you just like the sound?

Kitty -  
Ooooh nobody has ever asked me this one before, and I've always wanted someone to haha. M's actual name is Tom. (Which people who hear me talk about "Tom" on my other pen name have probably figured out by now, unless they just think I have two men, which makes me sound more exciting than I am.) Kitty Thomas = "Tom's pet".

Haydee - I LOVE that!!!

What's your favorite food? Does it go with orange juice?

Kitty - Always! My favorite food changes depending on my mood but my favorite food with orange juice is egg rolls. Don't make that face! It's delicious.

Haydee - I am thoroughly traumatized now. I will never look at egg rolls the same way again. That's even worse than ketchup cookies.  (In case you are curious about ketchup cookies, you can proceed here to get your fill of ketchup trauma.)

What inspired you to write dark erotica?

Kitty - 
I read Story of O about 5 times before I stopped hating it and being angry at it. But I kept coming back to it. And I wanted to write something that made people all kinds of uncomfortable like that haha. But the thing that bugged me about Story of O is that all this stuff happens to her, but we never really fully understand WHY she just goes along with it. What is happening in her head? What are her feelings? It's just... this happens and then this happens and she's just going along with it and WHY is she just going along with it? Is she trying to prove her love for Rene? Is she a doormat? Is she kinky? Does she know what kinky is? I mean... what is her deal?

What was the last thing you wrote or read that made you cringe?

Kitty - Well, I was working on print formatting for Mafia Captive and somehow after going through the book a billion times I didn't notice that I did this:

"Faith fought to keep control of herself" <---- beginning of one scene.

"Leo fought to keep control of himself" <---- beginning of next scene.

SERIOUSLY!??!! That's going to irritate me for the rest of time. One of my readers suggested I should just let people believe this was some kind of brilliant poetic thing where you mirror/repeat. Um no, it was fail! FAIL!

What are your favorite authors/books to read?

Kitty - That really depends. I read way more nonfiction than fiction. I need to read more fiction to be honest.

Haydee - That is such a non answer! LOL! 

Kitty - Well, actually, I just read Wanderlust by Skye Warren which I thought was amazing! LOVED!

What do you do when you're not writing?

Kitty - Housework. Cook. Spend time with M or friends. Watch Doctor Who (I had to start watching Doctor Who so I could understand Facebook. Half of Facebook now is Doctor Who.) Go to museums or the aquarium. I like to watch captive fish! Shop. Go to the spa. You know... normal people stuff.

If you could have one superpower, what would it be and why?

Kitty - No question, teleportation. It's the best of all super powers. If you are poor and hungry, you can just steal food then teleport out. If you are homeless, teleport to homes of rich people on vacation. If you get caught, teleport out of jail. (This totally makes it sound like I would use my superpower to do crime, but only for survival purposes!) Teleport to Paris for shopping and Japan for lunch. If you have a medical emergency, teleport to the hospital. 

I've thought about this a lot.

Haydee - OMG, now I think that everyone will want teleportation as a superpower too! But to use for good and not evil. Of course. 

What inspired you to write Mafia Captive?

Kitty - It was just a lot of what if questions. Mainly it started around the idea of someone who is faced with the need to dispose of a witness to his crime. Maybe he can give her to someone else who might want her instead of just killing her. Then the mafia scenario and everything else sprang up around that. What inspires books tends to be really non-exciting things, lol. But it's a string of what if questions that as they get answered develop into something less boring LOL.

How would you say Mafia Captive is different from your other books? 

Kitty - 
It's not as dirty. There really aren't any "OMG wtf" sex things. Like there are no lactation fetishes. There's no 'puppygate' (That's an inside joke. And if you've read King's Pleasure you probably get it.) There is no boot licking or fisting. (These are all things that happen in other Kitty books.) I mean... there's nothing in there that is really THAT terribly kinky. And the amount of sex in the book is not nearly as much as some of my other books. Because Faith is not kinky at all. And she's so terrified that in order to take her to any of those places that I could go in other books with a heroine who was at least baseline kinky somewhere in her brain, would make Leo into a total monster. The book is dark, but it's dark in other ways, not in "specific sex acts" or "amount of sex acts."

Was it harder or easier to write? Why?

Kitty - This one gave me fits. Mainly though I think it was more because it was so much longer than what I'm used to writing. I'm always worried that I'm not as competent at longer work. And I was also juggling the mob family stuff in the book, so there was so much "more" going on. So many times my books are character studies almost with a narrow focus on two people. Captor and captive, usually. This time there were so many other people on the scene who were not in any way involved with anything sexual in the book.

Do you read negative reviews? How do you deal with them?
‪ONLY during release week. Well, I don't read them unless I'm in the right frame of mind. I just accept that it's a reader opinion and EVERY BOOK ever written, even the classics, even my most very favorite books on the whole planet... have negative reviews. Not everything connects with everybody and it's not meant to because all people are different. I look at it as an issue of compatibility. I hate when I don't connect with a reader, particularly a fan who loves my other books, but I understand it's part of the job. And my job isn't to please everybody. My job is to tell the story in the most true way I know how.

What can we expect to see from you next? When?

Well, I'm already 69% done with Blood Mate (tentative title). Or the rough draft of it anyway. (Or that's where I am at the time of answering these questions.) I was working on it while doing other parts of Mafia Captive. So in a few months that should be available hopefully. It's a vampire book, but it's different than The Last Girl (another vamp title I did.) Totally different mythology. I can't really give any details yet because I'm super superstitious about talking about work too early in my process.

You can find Kitty Thomas online: website, Goodreads, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, Fetlife.


Faith Jacobson was in the wrong place at the wrong time. After witnessing a mob hit, she’s only moments from death when Angelo Raspallo decides to give his brother an unlikely gift.

Leo has avoided involvement with the family business, but it doesn't make him a saint. He’s troubled and ashamed by his darker sexual desires, one of which is to own a slave. But when his brother throws Faith at his feet, repainting the scenario to make Leo the hero rescuing her from certain death, his moral fortitude will be tested. If Faith were kinky, it would be easy to live out his fantasy, but she’s not—not even a little bit. Even the mildest spanking sparks terror in her that Leo can’t bear.

The gift soon becomes a burden as he fights with himself over how to handle the addition to his home. He could release her, but his brother doesn't do loose ends. The only thing keeping her out of the bottom of the harbor is Leo’s mercy. She’s like a beautiful piece of art he keeps in a glass case but can never touch. Is possessing her enough?

Author’s Note: Mafia Captive has more of a love theme than many other Kitty titles, though the work is still quite psychologically dark. Readers may also notice a “new adult” flavor as Faith is just out of college and trying to find her place in the world when she is thrust into Leo’s life and home.


Faith huddled in a dumpster surrounded by garbage, her breath coming in quiet, desperate gasps. Heavy boots thudded nearby. Please keep moving. Please please keep moving. Her face was wet from silent tears gliding down her cheeks.

I should never have gone this way. She’d almost stayed home, snuggled in bed with her cat, a sappy movie, and a bowl of popcorn. But it was too pathetic for a Friday night—especially so close to Christmas when she was all alone. The general holiday malaise and depression had already started to set in, and it was only the first week of December. Grudgingly she’d gotten dressed and met some girlfriends at a club. But the others had wanted to party later than she had.

It only was a few blocks to a subway station. She’d comforted herself with knowledge of the pepper spray tucked away in her purse—the pepper spray her pursuer now had possession of.
Faith closed her eyes, trying to shut out the sound of the shot, the image of the body falling, her stupid gasp that had turned sharp eyes on her.
She hadn’t had the presence of mind to retrieve the mace before he’d grabbed her purse. But with the way the wind was blowing tonight, it would have just as likely blown into her eyes as his. And then where would she be? Another corpse.
The footsteps stopped. His breath sounded as if it were blowing right in her ear. His cologne put him in the cramped, dark space with her, drowning out the scent of rotting food and alcohol. He was a professional, not some random street tough. Poor, desperate people didn’t bother with cologne. And if they did, it wouldn’t have been such an expensive brand.
She bit back a scream until it rattled around and echoed so loud in her mind she feared he’d hear it. There was a snick of a lighter and then cigarette smoke filled the air.
It was as if he were trying to smoke her out, as if he knew she couldn’t stand the stench. He took drag after drag as she watched the faint light through the cracks of her metal cage. He was toying with her.
She heard the pull of a zipper, and for one sick moment thought it was his pants, but the sound that followed was the snap of a wallet being opened. Her wallet.
“Faith Jacobson. 580 Flatbush Avenue. Brooklyn.” His voice was relaxed, casual, because murder was casual to him.
She didn’t want to stereotype, but a nicely dressed Italian man in Brooklyn standing over a dead body required no leaps of logic. This guy had mob written all over him. Letting go of the purse had been necessary to save herself, but now he knew who she was and where she lived. For a moment she continued to pretend he didn’t know she was in the dumpster. She tried to think about where she could go, how she could stay safe from someone who would no doubt relentlessly pursue the only witness to his crime.
“Pretty. Brunette, though. Too bad.” He must be looking at her driver’s license photo. She’d dyed her hair right before that was taken. Now it was back to her natural red. She didn’t know what he meant about her hair color, why it should matter one way or the other.
He let out a heavy sigh. “All right, come on out. If you make me come get you, I might have to play with you first.”
That was it. She’d held it together as long as she could, been quiet as long as she could manage. Now the sobs were at full volume. “Please, let me go.”
“Sorry, I can’t do that. You’ve got too much information in that pretty head.”
“I don’t know anything. I don’t know who you are. I don’t care. I won’t get involved. I swear to God. Walk away. Please. Whatever happened back there, it’s not my business. I don’t care about it.” All Faith wanted was to be safe in her bed at home with her cat.
The silence stretched on like he was considering it.
“Sorry. Your number’s up tonight, baby.”
Although he’d made vague reference to torturing her first if she inconvenienced him, she couldn’t make any part of her body move. Everything had shut down. How could a person step outside their hiding place, knowing a bullet was waiting on the other side?
She was frozen between a rotting burger and a bag of empty beer bottles. Faith squeezed her eyes shut and willed herself to be in her cozy apartment.
The lid of the dumpster flew back and she screamed for a savior she knew wasn’t coming.
The Italian aimed the gun at her. “Shut up. You want to be responsible for someone else’s death, too? I can shoot witnesses all night.”
No one would reach her before he pulled the trigger. “Please don’t hurt me. I swear I don’t care what happened back there. I just want to go home.”
“Fuck it. I shoot you in the dumpster, and I don’t have clean up. Works for me.” He took a step to the side, lining up his shot as light from the opposite wall hit her in the face. Instead of pulling the trigger, he just stared. “If you want to live, get out here right now.”
“I thought you said …”
“What I said was to get your pretty ass out of the dumpster before I change my mind.”
He might torture her. Might rape her. There was no way this could end well. Wouldn’t it be better to stay where she was and die quickly? The logic of the situation didn’t matter. She couldn’t help holding onto the thin hope that she might survive the night if she complied with his demands. In spite of the warnings shouting through her brain, she hoisted herself over the piles of trash and clumsily climbed out of the dumpster.
She had to grip the brick wall to hold herself upright.
“Stand over there in the light.”
Faith wasn’t sure how she’d managed to run in three-inch heels, because now she could barely walk in them, wobbling as she did, a few feet to the left to obey his order.
“Please …”
“If you say please once more I’m clipping you.”
She shut her mouth.
“Tell me baby… does the rug match the drapes?”
Out of the million horrible things he could have said, “does the rug match the drapes” wasn’t in the top thousand. “I’m sorry, w-what?”
“Are you deaf, honey? It’s a simple enough question. Are you a natural redhead?”
“Show me.”
She turned to run again, but he was too fast. He pressed her against the wall and pulled her panties down while he shoved her skirt up and awkwardly aimed her body into the light. She thrashed and fought him. She expected he’d throw her down and violate her, but after he found proof of what she’d said, he covered her back up.
“You may be the luckiest dumb slut in the world.” His arm went around her throat, pressing, pushing her consciousness down a dark well until the world shrank to a tiny pinpoint of light, then blinked out of existence.
Faith didn’t expect to wake up. She especially didn’t expect to wake up unclothed in a bathtub of water, with her pursuer, now captor, sitting on the closed toilet lid, staring down at her. She struggled to cover herself.
“You don’t gotta worry about me. You’re not my type.” He motioned to some soap in a dish on the rim of the tub. “Clean yourself up. If you smell like a sewer, even Leo won’t have mercy on you.” He flipped open a cheap prepaid cell phone. “Pray this goes in your favor.”
His eyes didn’t waver from Faith as he dialed. The call connected, and his features softened, breaking out into a smile that made him almost attractive. If he hadn’t been trying to kill her, that is.
“Leo!” he said.
Faith took the soap from the dish, too scared not to do whatever he asked. She tried to ignore her nudity, focusing instead on the man’s conversation.
“… yeah, it’s been awhile. I’ve been busy. Listen, I have something here you might be interested in—think of it as an early Christmas present. Remember what you told me last time I was out there? That thing you’d have if it weren’t for your moral code?… I’m not suggesting that… Stop and listen for a goddamn minute, Leo. I had to fire one of my crew tonight. I wasn’t as careful as I should have been, but I’ve got someone out there doing cleanup now. There was a witness. She’s your type. Redhead. Slender. Big green eyes and full lips. I don’t know what it is with you and Irish bitches, but she’s perfect for you. You can have what you wanted. All you have to do is come collect her.”
There was a long pause where Faith heard indiscernible shouting on the other side of the phone.
“Calm the fuck down. Look, what you do with her once you get her is up to you. But if you don’t take her, she’s dead. If you let her go, you know I’ll find her, and once again, she’s dead. Her life is in your hands, and once you see her, I know you’ll take her. I’m doing you a favor, giving you what you want, and saving her life. I’m a regular saint. I could have shot the slut… yeah, I’m at the house… Yeah, well don’t pretend your hands are clean. You may not be in the family business, but you know where the money came from. Don’t forget that… Honest business my ass… You couldn’t have started that business without your family. Now get down here.”
Awful images flashed through her mind, even worse than the scene of the murder she’d witnessed or the recent threat of death. He was going to prostitute her out. What then? Would she be passed around until she was used up and then left in a gutter? Faith wrapped her arms more tightly around her body. Despite his personal lack of interest, she’d never felt so sexually exposed.
He closed the phone, his gaze raking over her, assessing her like a horse he might sell. “You’re a lot more trouble than you’re worth. My brother is an ungrateful ass.”
The bathroom door opened and another attractive man in a slick suit walked in. Faith rushed to cover herself.
“The fuck?” the man said, spotting her in the tub.
“Relax, baby. She’s for Leo.”
He chuckled. “Did you think I’d switched teams?” He turned hard eyes back on Faith. “Get out. You’re as clean as you’re getting.”
He held out a robe and she stepped into it, trying to figure a way out of this mess.
If this guy Leo saved her, it wouldn’t make her safe.

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