Strange Bless America 99 cent eBook Sale

It’s hard being a patriotic American AND a writer of weird horror novels, gang. It really is. This year, when I came out in full support of our president, Donald Trump, the few remaining stragglers in my writing community who had put up with my criticism of social justice and ridiculous liberal politics finally abandoned me.

And that’s fine! Don’t get it twisted, gang. FUCK those people. I still have my true fans, the Strangeheads. But wouldn’t it be cool if horror fiction WASN’T dominated by sanctimonious, virtue signalling liberals? Where do they get off controlling an entire genre of fiction? Who fucking put them in charge of ALL of horror, anyway?

With that thought swimming through my head, I decided to put on a Labor Day weekend sale and put my three books that best represent individuality, freedom and kickass-ness, that most embody the American spirit on sale for only 99 cents!

So if you know a freedom loving badass who also loves horror, turn em on to this sale and let’s take horror back from the SJW liberal pussies actively trying to destroy this great country!

1.Vampire Guts In Nuke Town

Nothing I’ve written embodies the rugged American badass adventurer more than Guts, the main character and muscle-bound vampire hunting mutant from VAMPIRE GUTS IN NUKE TOWN.


Guts is a bad motherfucker in a bad, bad world. The government nuked the sky seven years ago to combat a super fast spreading virus that turns humans into blood thirsty, ravenous killing machines that look more like giant, mutated bats than people. The new sky kills these “vampires” instantly, but at a cost. The entire planet is slammed with mega-high doses of radiation every time the sun comes up, completely changing life on earth as we know it, and completely decimating what little civilization there is left. 

In Nuke Town, Guts wakes up in a strange motel with no memory of how he got there. A brother and sister duo are the only two humans in sight, but are they friend or foe? As the paranoia sets in, and Guts begins to understand the true implications of a nest of sophisticated, mutated vampires, he must use all the cunning and skills that his years in the wasteland have taught him if he hopes to survive the horror that awaits him in … VAMPIRE GUTS IN NUKETOWN!

Click Here to buy VAMPIRE GUTS IN NUKE TOWN on Kindle for only 99 cents!

2.Last Gig On Planet Earth And Other Strange Stories

This collection contains horror stories that examine what it is to be an individual pitted against impossible odds, alone, with only their wits and their grit to accompany them. This is the quintessential American experience. Fight for your place. Earn your keep. Make a better life for your family.


“Sex, drugs, rock and roll, and tentacles.” — Jeffrey Thomas, author of Monstrocity

Kevin Strange’s fiction has been described as bleak, hopeless, bizarre, and always unpredictable. This is Strange at his most nihilistic. The Last Gig on Planet Earth collects eight tales full of suspense, of dread, of that side of human nature that most pretend does not exist. Strange sets his spotlight directly in its gnarled face and demands it reveal its most twisted secrets.

The Last Gig on Planet Earth is the story of a band willing to write songs directly from the dreaded Necronomicon if that’s what it takes to get famous. But when their fantasy becomes cold, hard reality, are they
prepared for the consequences?

The Hairy Chicken is just a piece of roadkill smashed to death by two careless teenagers out for a late night joy ride. Or is it?

The Two Hands are all that’s needed to complete a decidedly blasphemous ritual set deep in the woods. What happens, then, when a child passing by disturbs this most delicate of diabolical transactions?

Plus five more tales sure to leave you repeating, “this is only fiction, this is only fiction, please let this only be fiction…”

Click Here To Buy LAST GIG on Kindle for Only 99 Cents!

3.Texas Chainsaw Mantis

Man against the system. When you’ve got your job, your wife, the government and every other conceivable power pushing your back up against the wall, how do you react? Blow off some of that stress by living vicariously through Mathew the Mantis as he exacts a particularly violent revenge against them all.


Praying Mantises have evolved into the dominant species on Earth, having wiped out humans years ago after a genetic experiment evolved the species into man-sized, super intelligent insects. But they don’t just roam the planet aimlessly. The Mantises have taken over our jobs. Kept the generators running, the oil pumping, and the economy in place. They’re people, just like us …Except that they’re cannibalistic, blood thirsty nymphomaniacs who love biting the heads off their partners while they mate. 

Matthew is a high school history teacher. He does his best to educate the young mantises and tame the savage side of their nature, until the day he comes home to find his wife ready to mate. Anyone who knows anything about Mantises knows that mating is a death sentence for males of the species. But when Matthew’s wife partially decapitates him during sex, he crawls out to the woodshed to die, only to find an old haunted chainsaw, possessed by the spirit of his home’s dead human owner, who just happens to be an occult sorcerer and serial killer known as The Growler’s Phantom. Now resurrected, Matthew vows revenge on his murderous wife, and her new husband Nicko as well as anyone else who gets in his path.

Part Texas Chainsaw Massacre, part Evil Dead, pray this mantis doesn’t find you next!

Click Here to Buy TEXAS CHAINSAW MANTIS on Kindle for Only 99 Cents!

This sale only lasts thru Monday, September 4th so don’t sleep on this awesome Labor Day weekend sale!





RAS 03: Mutually Assured Censorship

Kevin is joined today by THE QUIET PLACE host Jeremy Maddux as they discuss CNN’s firing of Kathy Griffin after she posted salacious photographs of herself holding the severed head of US President Donald Trump.

What does it mean for liberty and free speech lovers that the new right is now utilizing the same types of doxing and career assassination tactics against members of the leftist media?

Is there any hope for those who value freedom above all else in this new wild west of mutually assured censorship?

Kevin Strange’s Thoughts on Election 2016


A funny thing happened last week. As the political fervor whipped up all across social media, the gloves came off and authors, filmmakers, stand up comics, and people from all walks of life with Etsy stores, vitamin pyramid schemes, and yardsale facebook groups stopped acting like used car salesmen and went nuclear on each other.

And it was fucking glorious.

It was glorious because, for years, I’ve been criticized high and low for speaking my mind publicly, for always being honest and never playing politics in any group of people I’m associated with, be it filmmakers back when I was still making Hack Movies or in writer circles once I started writing Strange Fiction. I’ve ALWAYS taken shit for not being diplomatic and calling out douchebags for being douchebags.

Suddenly the whole fucking WORLD was acting like Kevin Strange across social media. Think about it. If half of this country voted for Hillary Clinton and half of them voted for Donald Trump, then it stands to reason that when someone publicly and vociferously took a side on their social media, they were going to alienate half of their coveted, precious, fragile little social connections.

Now, everyone knows, salesmanship 101 states NEVER talk politics or religion on social media. Indeed never take a controversial stand on any subject lest you alienate your audience. And your audience is ALL THAT MATTERS.

The only time it’s OK to even argue online is when you’re dogpiling a person marked with the dreaded social media pox: RACIST! SEXIST! MISOGYNIST!

And so, when Election 2016 rolled around and the gloves came off, I laughed as people who have, for years, sat back with their good-guy masks on, being good social media salesmen, never rocking the boat (except to ostracize a RACIST! SEXIST! MISOGYNIST! from the precious ranks) cast off their fake personas and went at each others’ throats in a way I’ve personally never witnessed.

Family went after family, old high school friends came to digital blows and yes even those precious, delicate literary connections went out the window as THE ENEMY AT THE GATES Donald Trump challenged Liberal stronghold Hillary Clinton for the most powerful job in the free world.

For weeks people stopped acting like their livelihoods (or full-time hobbies in most cases) were at stake every time they posted online. They were honest with each other. They were outwardly MEAN to each other, instead of keeping their vicious politics private and secretive.

The gauntlet was thrown down and people got HONEST and LOUD with each other! Then, when the smoke cleared and Donald Trump won the presidency, SHIT GOT EVEN LOUDER! I saw people lose publishing contracts and indie film companies split up because of how real shit got in the days after the election.

Amazing. Every rule had been broken for the sake of, I don’t know, trying to be virtuous and “ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF HISTORY!” as the more melodramatic folks liked to frame it.

But in the end, a week after the election, life has, shockingly, gone on. We’re back at work, back at trying to sell our vitamins and our novels and our limited edition Blu Rays. People are trying to put their fake masks back on and pretend they weren’t calling their fathers and brother, neighbors and fellow artists LITERALLY RACISTS! or LIBERAL CRYBABIES!

This is all quite funny to me because I’m fucking immune to it. I don’t have to try to put a cat back in the bag or a genie back in a bottle because I’ve never worn a fucking fake mask to try to sell shit. I’m Kevin Fucking Strange. Have been since day 1 and will be until my dying day.

THIS is why it doesn’t pay to be a lying, sanctimonious fuckhead in public. Once you’ve exposed the “real” you to a knee jerk audience made of political and social cheerleaders who buck off anyone they deem controversial, there’s no going backward.

MY fans don’t give a single fuck what I post online. They’re here because they LIKE the fact that I speak my mind and give zero fucks. A lot of them don’t get to tell their boss to fuck off. They can’t talk back to their spouse. They don’t have the kind of voice I have so they live vicariously through me.

That’s a real fanbase. That’s why I can do this and outsell a lot indie filmmakers with distribution and small press authors with publishing contracts who only cater to trendy social groups. It’s why I can do it with virtually no support from any literary community.

For a few weeks, everyone acted like Kevin Strange on the internet. But me? I get to be this guy every fucking day of the year.