When mobster Alistair Star comes looking for Noah Allan’s uncle, Noah suddenly finds himself a prisoner in his own home. But Alistair is a complicated man and things soon get complicated…
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Tell us a little about yourself? Hi! My name is K.L. Hiers, but my friends call me Kat. I was an embalmer and restorative artist for almost ten years, and now I write stories.
What is your favourite pass time apart from writing?
I guess I can’t say thinking about writing. That’s probably cheating. I would have to say comfort watching my fave TV shows and movies over and over again. I’m a pretty sedimentary creature, so anything I can do from my couch wins.
Your favourite childhood memory?
It’s not so much an exact memory, but more of a feeling that I remember getting when I used to read. I could curl up in bed with a book, and the rest of the universe would vanish away.
The funniest thing that has happened to you?
Warning: Mentions of dead people ahead! When I was a wee little embalmer and very new to making house calls (when we go to pick up someone who passed away), I had the most ridiculous thing happen to me. I was explaining to the husband of the deceased that we would be placing an identification bracelet on his wife’s left ankle before we took her into our care, and he just snaps at me, “No, you won’t.”
I immediately go into a panic—I had no idea what to say!? No one had ever refused before!?
And then the husband begins to laugh. He explains that his wife has no left ankle because that leg was amputated several years ago (I had no idea because she was in bed and under a bunch of thick blankets). After I’m done freaking out, I calmly explain that we will then be placing the bracelet on the right ankle instead.
If you could choose one of your books to be made into a movie, which would it be? And who would you cast as the main two or three characters?
Just ONE? Okay. I can do this. I can totally do this. I would pick Acsquidentally In Love, and I would cast Zachary Quinto as Sloane and Michael Fassbender as Loch.
Your celebrity crush as a teen and now. Who and why?
As a teen, Alan Rickman. Now, Alan Rickman. Ha! He was just always so charming, I loved his voice, and I adored what a spectacular villain he could be. He is the only reason I’ve ever seen a Harry Potter movie.
If you could change one thing in the world, what would it be?
I would put love in everyone’s heart for their fellow man. I know that’s such a pageant answer, but really, I would want people to care more about each other, and then perhaps there wouldn’t be so many assholes.
Tell us what motivates you to write?
I blame the little voices in my head. They can be quite loud, and everyone wants their story told yesterday. I am constantly thinking about new books and my dear characters and all kinds of scenes. Sometimes they play like movies, and I struggle to get the ‘vision’ down on paper because it doesn’t always match up to what I saw in my mind. I am the worst reader in the world because if I have a free moment of time, you can bet that I am going to spend it writing. I feel this constant urge to get it all down as quickly as I can because I’m ready to move on to the next idea.
Where does your inspiration come from?
Everywhere. I’m a very visual person so I get a lot of ideas looking at art, movies, pornography, whatever. I need whatever it is to make me feel something. Like music. I need music to move me somehow, whether it’s sadness or angst or joy. I’m like with art or TV shows—I need it to make me really feel something, and that often leads to an idea for part in a story, in hopes of recreating or recapturing whatever that feeling was.
Do you have a playlist or any quirky rituals before or while you’re writing?
If there is a certain song that inspired me, I will play that sucker on repeat until that particular scene is done. Other than that, I don’t really have any. I just like to curl up and write and be left the heck alone.
Which of your own books is your favourite and why?
The Last One to Let You Down. It was the most personal thing I’ve ever written, and it made me very happy. I know it was a bit polarizing for some readers (they either loved it or hated it), and that’s okay. It was weird. There was some heavy bits. There were some parts I’m sure people found boring. But hat was definitely a story I wrote for myself, and it’s always going to be very special to me.
You write several sub genres in the MM genre, we have seen gangsters, undertakers, Genie’s, and Tentacles, and some BDSM. What sub-genre would you like to write in the future? And is there any genre that you can not see yourself ever writing?
My brain is clearly all over the place, ha! I’ll definitely continue to write gangsters and tentacles, and I really want to combine the two into some crazy paranormal eldritch mafia series. I have thirty million other things to write first, but that’s definitely a future project I really want to sink my teeth into. The one thing I cannot see myself writing is a normal contemporary romance. I’m far too weird for that, and I think I would be bored. Boredom is death for a writer.
Your new book A Quick Buck, is a spin off from the Cold Hard Cash series, is this a standalone or the start of a new series?
For now, it will be a standalone. I had an absolutely lovely time writing Alistair and Noah, but I’m not sure what the future is going to hold for them. I have some ideas rolling around for them, but I have my twenty billion other projects to sort through first—including that last book for Jimmy and Boss Cold!
Tell us a little more about the book?
This is the story of Alistair and his new boy, Noah. For anyone who’s read the Cold Hard Cash series, Alistair was Boss Cold’s first (and last!) dom. Readers met him only briefly in Strapped For Cash, and I don’t feel as if they got his side of the story when things go wrong between him and Cold. This story allows readers to get to know Alistair a bit better, find out what went down from his point of view, and it’s all told from the eyes of an unrepentant brat, Noah—who was so much fun to write! Noah is probably the brattiest boy I have ever put on paper, and I had such a blast with him. Naturally, Alistair is up to the challenge of taming him, and there’s plenty of sexy steam as Noah constantly pushes Alistair’s buttons and tries to resist his charms. There’s mystery, murder, and all sorts of fun stuff. I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I did writing it.
Will there be any more spin offs from Cold Hard Cash?
Yes. I have one more planned before I finally tackle the last book for Jimmy and Cold. This next spin-off is going to follow Cold’s long lost little brother. A half-brother—as you may or may not recall in Cold Hard Cash, Rowena remarks that there are probably dozens of little Legrands running around since her and Cold’s father was more than a bit promiscuous. I got stuck on the idea of what would could happened to some of these siblings; would they know they were related to Cold? Could someone try to use that against them? And that turned into the next book that I will *hopefully* start on next year!
What is your current work in progress?
I am currently editing the final draft of my 13 Days of Monster F#cking, a collection of thirteen short stories all about monsters and the men who love them! I wrote these as freebies for my FB group to celebrate Halloween, and I’ve expanded all thirteen stories with extra smut and adventure, and it’ll be releasing December 17th! (Pssst! Shameless plug: Available for preorder now!)
Any other projects you can tell us about for the coming year?
Aside from Monster F#cking and wrapping up the Cold Hard Cash universe, I have my sights set on finishing my Sucker For Love series. There are three books left to go, and one’s already written, and I definitely want to bring that world to a close before I move on to anything else. After that, however, I really have no idea! I have a million ideas running around in my brain, and it really comes down to which little voice screams the loudest.
Quick Fire Questions.
Movie? Dark Harbor (Help, I’m obsessed right now)
Song? Blinding Lights – The Weeknd (subject to change on a whim!)
Actor? Alan Rickman. Or Norman Reedus. See, I’ve been watching too much Dark Harbor!
Singer? Freddie Mercury
Author? E.A. Poe
Place Visited? Germany!
Have you ever?
Played a sport? Golf, softball, and track.
Skipped school? Ohhh, once or twice.
Played a particle joke on someone? Meee? Never.
Played an instrument? Nope! I have zero musical talent.
Done something illegal? I plead the fifth!
Christmas / Festive season
Tell us what Christmas is like in the Hiers household?
It is absolute chaos because I have many small children, and this is the time of year they become unhinged with holiday madness. No, I’m kidding. Sort of. Because of what I used to do for a living, I didn’t always get to spend holidays with my family. I love to do all the corny stuff now. Leaving out the cookies and milk for Santa, sneaking the presents out to the tree while the little ones are asleep, and ah, just seeing their faces the next morning while I drink my hot chocolate and Kahlua.
What does Christmas mean to you?
I’m a big ol’ heathen, but I enjoy making it a special time of year for my family and creating what are hopefully some really magical memories.
Thanks for dropping by and taking time out to chat with us.
Thank you so much for having me.
“You are an exceptionally rude young man.” Alistair rose from the piano.
“Says the fuckin’ geezer who’s kidnapping me in my own house!” Noah growled. “Wow. Fuckin’ dementia settin’ in, Gramps? Do you understand how crazy you sound?”
“I do believe it’s time for that lesson in manners.” Alistair slid his belt from his pants, folding it in half and lightly patting it against his palm.
Noah froze, staring stupidly at the belt. He was so stunned by the clear implication that he laughed.
“I’m going to take you and put you over my knee,” Alistair said sternly. “I’m going to spank you with this belt until I hear a very sincere apology followed by absolute and total silence. While we’re staying here, I am going to expect you to be a model guest. Obedient, quiet, and dare I even say grateful. Do you understand, dear Noah?”
“You?” Noah laughed again. “You’re going to spank me?”
“Unless you’d like to apologize right now?”
“Ha!” Noah stood up straight and tall, towering over Alistair as he taunted, “I’d love to see you fuckin’ try it, old man.”
In the space of a blink, Alistair grabbed Noah’s arm and twisted it into his back, dragging him over his knee as he sat down on the bench. It happened so quickly that Noah didn’t have enough time to register the pain until the belt cracked over his ass for the first time.
“Oh, fuck!” Noah tried to kick away, but the pressure on his arm in Alistair’s iron grip made a compelling argument to stay as he was. His ass felt like it had been branded where the belt had struck, and he hissed angrily. Even through his jeans, it hurt like hell. “Oh, wow, yeah, fuck you.”
“That didn’t sound like an apology, dear Noah,” Alistair chided.
“How about you take that ‘dear Noah’ and shove it up your—oh, fuck!” Noah cried out as the belt hit him again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Mmm, that sort of language will simply not do.” The buckle clinked as Alistair set the belt aside, and he reached around Noah’s hips to grab at the front of his jeans. “A strong-willed boy such as yourself usually requires additional motivation.”
“Hey! Stop!” Noah squirmed as Alistair undid the button and opened up the fly of his jeans in one swift jerk. A rage like he’d never known filled him when Alistair grabbed the seat of his jeans and pulled them down with his underwear, just enough to expose his ass to the entire room. “Oh, fuck you!”
“Now.” Alistair had the belt again, and he lightly dragged it over Noah’s bare cheeks. “Let’s try this again, shall we?”
Noah tried bucking away, but he couldn’t get out of Alistair’s iron hold. He was furious from being stripped and humiliated like this, and he refused to comply. “Go fuckin’ die in a fire. A really big fuckin’ fire.”
“You still have plenty of time to apologize.”
“Yeah? But you sure don’t. Bein’ all old and shit. Might have a heart attack and drop dead right—agh, shit! Shit!” The pain from the belt against his bare skin was new, burning white hot, and Noah couldn’t explain the overwhelming rush coming over him.
Definitely didn’t have an explanation for his hard dick.
There was no way to hide it from Alistair, considering it was digging into his thigh, and Noah ducked his head, embarrassed and furious he couldn’t escape. For some reason, being held down was only making him harder, and the vicious cycle of shame and anger kept right on fueling his persistent erection.
“Why, Noah.” Alistair chuckled low. His voice dropped to a sultry tone, whispering as if they were lovers as he said, “I’m not sure I should continue your punishment under these circumstances. Would you like to apologize yet?”
“Eat… a dick,” Noah panted, refusing to acknowledge how all the little hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up from the way Alistair spoke.
“Mm, I take it that’s a ‘no’?”
“You’re… a fuckin… genius…”
“Well.” Alistair clicked his tongue, the leather creaking as he raised the belt back up. “I can already see you’re going to be quite a handful.”
“You’ve got no fuckin’ idea, you stupid—ow, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!”
This was going to be a very, very long day.
And he still hadn’t gotten that shower.
K.L. “Kat” Hiers is an embalmer, restorative artist, and queer writer. Licensed in both funeral directing and funeral service, she’s been working in the death industry for nearly a decade. Her first love was always telling stories, and she has been writing for over twenty years, penning her very first book at just eight years old. Publishers generally do not accept manuscripts in Hello Kitty notebooks, however, but she never gave up.
Following the success of her first novel, Cold Hard Cash, she now enjoys writing professionally, focusing on spinning tales of sultry passion, exotic worlds, and emotional journeys. She loves attending horror movie conventions and indulging in cosplay of her favorite characters. She lives in Zebulon, NC, with her husband and their children, some of whom have paws and a few that only pretend to because they think it’s cute.