MASHED Monday Author Interview: Cobalt Jade
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Cobalt Jade writes the story, “Arabica” in our upcoming anthology, Mashed: The Culinary Delights of Twisted Erotic Horror. “Arabica” is the story of a woman whose addictions take her into a strange world of BDSM aversion therapy.
Please tell us a little bit about yourself?
I’m a landlady living in Seattle, Washington who’s lived a full, colorful life. I’ve been writing science fiction, fantasy, and erotica for 40 years now.
When not writing, what do you enjoy doing?
Refurbishing boats and camping with my boyfriend. I also like walking and spoiling my dog.
What attracted you to submitting your story to MASHED: The Culinary Delights of Twisted Erotic Horror?
I enjoy writing twisted erotic tales, that’s why!
For your story “Arabica” what was your inspiration?
I love coffee, but have had to curb my intake of it because it’s been irritating my bladder.
Influences:
When did you first discover that you wanted to be a writer?
As soon as I learned to read and write… approximately six years of age.
Did you have any writing mentors?
My good friend Dr. Kay encouraged me to never give up, whatever endeavor I was involved in.
Who are your favorite authors? What are your favorite books?
I enjoy Brian Lumley, Ramsey Campbell, H. P. Lovecraft, Anne Rice, Tanith Lee, and Kathe Koja. I like Stephen King also, but I don’t read him much because he’s too intense for me.
What films or books have most influenced you as an author?
I’ll have to say Ursula K. LeGuin, although she’s not horror (though some of her books do have their horrible moments.) She writes just enough to get the point across and no more.
Outside of Horror, what other genre’s do you write in?
Fantasy, science fiction, erotica.
Is there anything else that has influenced you as a writer?
I love historical fiction done in first-person voice, and the snarky tone of certain music magazines of the 1970s, like Creem and Circus.
What is the first book that made you cry?
David Sedaris has made me cry… from laughter.
On Writing:
How do you describe your writing style?
Depraved, ironic, humorous.
What advice would you give to new writers just getting started?
Don’t be afraid to share your writing.
What part of writing do you find the most difficult?
Final edits, because I get tired of reading the same thing again and again.
What story are you most proud of?
Hard to say.
What do you hope your readers take away from your stories?
To be well entertained for the time they took to read them. Have a laugh or two.
What is your next big writing project fans should be on the lookout for?
I am compiling a self-published anthology of some old ponygirl stories and am looking for a publisher for a BDSM Sword and Sorcery novel.
Write a 6-word story, GO!
The potatoes have eyes. Run! Hide!
Is there anything else you’d like your fans to know?
My background is in fetish erotica… specifically ASFR (alt.sex.fetish.robots) which deals with technosexual, transformation, and mind control themes, a fertile ground for science fiction and fantasy. I’m indebted to this online community for giving me encouragement and support.
Where else on the internet can you be found?
My website, Facebook, and Pinterest.
And now, here is a special preview of Cobalt’s story in MASHED!
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Arabica
A coffee shop: polished counters, well-worn stools, and walls covered with art showing the history of the city she lived in. Or had once lived in… her memory was not clear on that point.
She only knew that she saw it and could not move her head to look away.
Her sense of proprioception, the one that measured body position and posture, told her she was kneeling behind the counter at a raised level, arms frozen to her sides. This might have alarmed her, but she felt as lazy and pliable as a baby in its crib. All emotion had been scrubbed from her.
Out of the dreamlike silence came the scuff of a shoe on polished laminate. A young man appeared in front of her, dreadlocked and tattooed, his earlobes stretched by plastic disks. He held a rag in one hand. Businesslike, he began rubbing her breast with it.
Hey, stop that, she thought. Her throat vibrated, but the words did not come out. Not even the anger did, only a dull sense of outrage. She could only kneel, paralyzed, as he rubbed her belly, her thighs, between her legs.
Oh! The jolt of sensation energized her. Her clit throbbed expectantly. How often had she met lovers in these places, drinking latte after latte or frozen macchiato in the summer? Drinking until the buzz threatened to send her into space with the top of her skull blown off, so horny she might tear off her dates’ clothes then and there. Mostly men, but a few girls.
The rag withdrew. She felt more awake and more aware. She also knew she was naked, and could think of no reason she should be, or why she was in this coffee shop in the first place.
The barista — for he could only be that — reached behind her. He touched something at the back of her neck, the small hollow where her spine ended and skull began. Something wedged between her buttocks, filling her anus, vibrated with quiet power, sending energy throughout her body.
Am I dreaming? But it felt too vivid to be a dream.
Thanks for joining us for #MASHEDMONDAYS, Find the rest of Cobalt’s story and more sensually sinister tales inside MASHED: The Culinary Delights of Twisted Erotic Horror
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