MASHED Monday Author Interview: Steve Carr

MASHED Monday Author Interview: Steve Carr

Steve Carr writes the story, “Sauce” in our anthology, Mashed: The Culinary Delights of Twisted Erotic Horror.

“Sauce” is the story of a man’s fascination with a new technique in self-satisfcation!

Please tell us a little bit about yourself?
I currently live in Richmond, Virginia but have lived in eight different states and traveled to 48 of the U.S. states as well as overseas. My past includes being in the Army for 3 years and the Navy for 4 years.

When not writing, what do you enjoy doing?
I am a movie buff and read books about artists and art history.

What attracted you to submitting your story to MASHED: The Culinary Delights of Twisted Erotic Horror?
The idea immediately sparked my subtle sense of humor.

For your story “Sauce” what was your inspiration?
I like food!


When did you first discover that you wanted to be a writer?
I was a junior in high school.

Did you have any writing mentors?
I had terrific English teachers who went out of their way to encourage my interest in writing.

Who are your favorite authors? What are your favorite books?
My all time favorite writer is the British author, W. Somerset Maugham. I have too many favorite books to even narrow it down.

What films or books have most influenced you as an author?
Films that have influenced me include “Raise the Red Lantern,” “Nashville,” “The Maltese Falcon,” “Now, Voyager,” “The Lover,” “The Sterile Cuckoo,” and “The Summer of ‘42.” Books that have influenced me include “Of Human Bondage,” and “The Razor’s Edge,” both by W. Somerset Maugham, “The Stand,” by Stephen King and “Siddhartha,” by Herman Hesse along with the books/writings of J. Krishnamurti.

Outside of Horror, what other genre’s do you write in?
Literary, mainstream, science fiction, fantasy, speculative, and erotica.

Is there anything else that has influenced you as a writer?
Traveling and living in different places and meeting many different people.

What is the first book that made you cry?
It wasn’t a book, but the play “Cyrano De Bergerac” by Edmond Rostand brought tears to my eyes because of the elegance of the writing.

On Writing:
Just tell the story.

How do you describe your writing style?
I experiment with my style. Sometimes I use an economy of words and sometimes I use as much flowery embellishment as I can.

What advice would you give to new writers just getting started?
Listen carefully to the “voice” in your head and write, write, write.

What part of writing do you find the most difficult?
Looking at the blank page on the computer screen before I get started scares the hell out of me.

What story are you most proud of?
“Tenderloin,” that was published in Ricky’s Back Yard magazine.

What do you hope your readers take away from your stories?
I hope they had fun reading them.

What is your next big writing project fans should be on the lookout for?
I submitted my first novel “Redbird” to a publisher and am hopeful they publish it.

Write a 6 word story, GO!
He was lost in the dark.

Where else on the internet can you be found?
Facebook and Twitter.

Where can readers find more of your stories?
My short stories are published frequently and I provide links to those that I can on my Facebook page, or where the anthologies with my stories can  be purchased (mainly on Amazon).

Be sure to check out his short stories featured in these titles.

The Neighbors & One Hundred Voices

And now, here’s a special preview of Steve’s story in MASHED!


Bart lifted the 150-pound barbell on the rack then sat up on the bench and looked around the gym. For a Friday at midnight, it was surprisingly busy.

He stood up and stretched, flexing his rippling muscles barely hidden beneath his bright red tight sleeveless muscle shirt. As he removed the towel from the bench he had been lying on and draped it around his neck, he wondered if he had caught anyone’s eye. He hadn’t. He went into the locker room. The aroma of sweat and steam from the sauna and showers delighted his senses. He closed his eyes and inhaled.

At his locker, he removed his clothes.

The young man standing at the next locker unabashedly stared. He had a sleeve of fiery tattoos on one arm.

“Hey, if you don’t mind a compliment from another guy, you got a nice bod,” he said

“Thanks,” Bart said as he flashed a brilliantly white smile. “I’ll take compliments wherever I can get them.” Bart followed the trail of flames tattooed from the guy’s wrist up to his deltoids, then glanced across to his defined pectoral muscles. The skin on his chest was blistered and red. “What happened to your chest?”

The man put several fingers on his chest and winced. “A cooking class accident,” he said. He reached out his hand. “My name’s Max.”

“Mine’s Bart,” he said shaking Max’s hand. “Cooking class? You learning to be a chef?”

“I’m a saucier,” Max said. “You a foodie?”

“Not really. I know practically nothing about cooking. What’s a saucier?”

“I’m a chef who prepares sauces,” Max said.

“I know even less about making sauces,” Bart said. “I’m interested in food but between work and coming to the gym I don’t have much time for cooking but I’d like to learn.”

“I belong to an exclusive cooking club that might interest you,” Max said. “After I shower, I’ll get one of my cards for you and hopefully you’ll come to one of our club meetings. Just so you know, our meetings are clothing optional.”

“Nudity is something I do know something about,” Bart said, nonchalantly raising his arms and displaying his melon sized biceps.

Sitting across from Janet, Bart swirled the spoon around in his kelp and blueberry smoothie.

“I’m surprised you called me,” she said. “It’s been months since I last heard from you or saw you.”

“I’ve been busy,” he said. He lifted a spoonful of the smoothie to his lips and licked the cold, pale purple mixture with the tip of his tongue. He put the spoon back in the smoothie. “I was having breakfast this morning and wondering why you and I never took our relationship to the next level.”

She raised a stick of celery out of her cherry and celery smoothie and bit into it. The crunching sound reverberated in the small juice bar. “You’re too busy having a relationship with yourself to include anyone else,” she said.

Bart ran his hand across his chest, feeling the sensation of his shirt against his skin. “That’s harsh,” he said.

She dipped the celery in the mud-colored smoothie then raised the dripping stick to her mouth. “I didn’t say it to be mean but you’re obsessed with your own body and with yourself.” She took another bite.

He put his lips on the straw and sucked a small amount of his smoothie into his mouth and swallowed. “Maybe you’re right,” he said. “I’ve been thinking I should get out more, meet new people. Maybe it would help me be less self-involved.”

“Maybe it would,” she said. She raised her glass to her mouth and took a drink of the smoothie.

“I’ve been invited to an exclusive cooking club,” he said.

She swirled the celery around in her smoothie. “You don’t know anything about cooking. Who invited you?”

“Some guy I met at the gym,” he said. “He’s a saucier. I talked to him on the phone just before I called you. There’s a meeting tonight.” He paused then added “he said clothing was optional.”

Janet leaned back and crossed her arms across her large breasts. “So it’s some sort of kinky nudist thing?”

Bart took another drink of his smoothie. “It sounds pretty harmless, actually.”

She uncrossed her arms and leaned forward over the table. “As I said it’s been a while since I’ve heard from you. Why are you telling me this?”

“The cooking club thing is new, and I thought you’d like hearing that I was going to it,” Bart said.

“So basically you wanted to meet to talk about you?” She stood up. “You’ll never change.”

She turned and walked out of the juice bar.

…to be continued!

Thanks for joining us for #MASHEDMONDAYS, Find the rest of Steve’s story and more sensually sinister tales inside MASHED: The Culinary Delights of Twisted Erotic Horror

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