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Mimi Strong, Author

mimipicHello! I’m bestselling author Mimi Strong, and I write funny, sex books. You could call my stories chick-lit, erotic romance, sex comedy, new adult, or contemporary romance. Most of my characters have a wicked sense of  humor.
I’ve always had a lot of sides. Sometimes I’m vulnerable, and sometimes I go after what I want without a single doubt.
I love making everyone  around me laugh.
When I get a message from a reader like you, who says she hit her head on the headboard from laughing too hard and woke up her husband, I think that’s pretty awesome.
I’ve always enjoyed empowering stories about kick-butt women who don’t hold back and the awesome men who are  smart enough to love them.
I live on the west coast with Mr. Strong and our two kitties. I drink coffee, wear pants, and breathe oxygen.
What else would you like to know? How about the story of my first erotic writing?
Yeah? You’d like that? Okay, here you go:

*MY FIRST SMUT*

This was back in the eighties, before the internet, of course. My  filthy reading material was limited to what I could get at the school  library, which didn’t even stock the racier Judy Blume novels.
My parents were out the night I got a pen and paper and wrote the filthiest thing I could imagine.
Now, I’d never actually seen a blow-up doll before. People at my school made a lot of jokes about blow-up dolls, and in my head they seemed a lot  sexier than those vinyl things you see tethered to people at bachelor  parties.
I wrote a story about a boy, his girlfriend,  and his blow-up doll. The girlfriend was jealous of the doll, which  drove much of the plot. Looking back, I admire my young self for having  such a good grasp on the use of conflict in storytelling.
I had little time to enjoy my fine story, though, because shame and fear  of being caught overwhelmed me, and I began to sweat, the penned words  smearing at my fingertips.
There was nowhere in my  bedroom safe enough to hide such a thing. Nowhere in the house. No  hiding place on Planet Earth could prevent this twisted literature from  falling into the wrong hands.
My whole body shaking, I tore the pages into pieces the size of postage stamps.
But the porn would not be destroyed.
Incriminating words still blazed out defiantly from the shreds.
These morcels of sin could not go into the household garbage. My mother had a special sense for discovering transgressions. She would spot the  letters C-O-C scrawled in my childish handwriting and she would know. She would retrieve all the pieces and put them together, then call me in for questioning.
I couldn’t just toilet-flush the pages because surely it would clog the septic system, and I’d be in trouble for two things.
They could be home at any minute!
Still sweating, my heart pounding, I got a tall glass of water from the  kitchen. As I prepared to swallow the evidence, I paused.
I’d never ingested paper before. Was paper similar in digestibility to  corn? Would incriminating pieces be making appearances in my poo over  the next few weeks? Even if the words were unrecognizable, the mere  presence of paper in my stools would speak of a crime of some magnitude.
And so, I got a metal cookie sheet, and I cremated my first erotic story. I flushed the ashes.
I didn’t write another word of erotica for many, many years.
Noways, I’m proud to write sensual, enjoyable, character-driven stories.  However, whenever I finish a piece, I still get that heart-pounding  rush. These stories are transgressive. They make us feel dirty. And they make us come alive.

Interviews!

Q. Who would play the Peaches Monroe characters in a movie? A. I think I should play them all, with puppets. The sex scenes could be a real challenge, but I’m willing to try. Q. Where do you get your ideas? A. Many of the details come from all around me. I have a friend who makes root beer and spilled it in my kitchen while I was writing Starlight, so that became a character Mitchell used to date. Peaches’ clothes all come from stylish women I see around me. The phrase “earth muffin,” which is used a lot in Starlight, came from my Aunt Bev, who came to town briefly in July. She said the phrase, which I’d never heard before, but instantly loved. A good portion of the story is entirely made up while I’m sitting in a very plain room, facing a wall, so I don’t know where all that comes from. My head, I suppose. (Read this full interview at New Adult Addiction.)
Q. (For Dalton Deangelo) What was the first thought that ran through your mind when you bumped into Peaches? Dalton’s Answer: What Peaches doesn’t know is I actually saw her the day before we met. She was standing in front of a flower shop, taking a photo of some peonies with her cell phone. She had a big grin on her face, and I wanted to buy the flowers for her. I stood watching her, with my sunglasses and hat on, and I seriously debated talking to her. But, when you’re famous like I am, girls don’t react the way they would with a normal guy. I figured it was best to simply admire her from afar rather than freak her out. Then … the next day, I ran into her in the bookstore. It was fate. Okay, it’s hard to chalk things up to fate in a town as small as Beaverdale, but it felt like fate. (Read this full character interview at Two Crazy Girls with a Passion for Books)

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