I’m delighted to have S J Smith on my blog page today as part of a blog tour to promote his new book The House of Fox. This book sounds wild and wacky!

2016-291 eBook The House of Fox 6x9The Birth of the House of Fox

The House of Fox came to me during one of those strange, early morning dreams, which occur halfway between sleep and waking. In my mind’s eye I saw a man climbing up a waterfall, and upon reaching the summit finding himself between the legs of a beautiful, naked woman. I woke up with the image stuck in my head, and the words House of Fox repeating themselves over and over in my brain.

I should add that at the time I had recently been prescribed Prozac, which has a habit of causing strange dreams. I don’t want everyone thinking I’m off my rocker, or anything.

I sat down at my computer and wrote the first chapter that same day. I had an opening scene, a title, and nothing else, so I had to start improvising. I had no plan where it was going; no outline, no idea of characters or plot development, I simply made it up as I went along, and I had so much fun that’s how I carried on. I had created a world where literally anything could happen next. Whatever crazy, far out shit I could come up with in the morning would be in the book by the afternoon. A song and dance routine? A car chase? Sure, why the fuck not. Anything goes in the House of Fox.

It wasn’t until I got about half way through the first draft that I had any notion of where it would end up going, and some kind of vague narrative began to suggest itself. This is not the recommended way of writing a novel, and I wouldn’t suggest anyone try it unless they’re right in ‘the zone’. People start to think you’re a bit of an odd-bod when you spend your days pacing back and forth with a faraway look in your eyes, singing obscene songs and frequently bursting out laughing.

Anyone who has ever tried to produce a novel will know only too well the dreaded phenomenon of writing yourself into a corner; reaching that point in the plot you hadn’t thought out as well as you should have; you hit a brick wall, and in many cases it kills the book stone dead. I never had this problem once, as I didn’t need to use logic or reality to escape from any trap. I’d simply make up something crazy, and the voyage would continue unimpeded. I managed to finish the first draft in one go, something I don’t think I’d ever achieved before.

I forgot all about House of Fox for six months while I worked on other stuff, and when I finally got around to revisiting I discovered two things; first, it wasn’t terrible; second, it was actually quite good. The edits only took a couple of weeks, and it wasn’t long before I sent it off to my publisher, and waited with baited breath for a reply.

“There’s something wrong with you,” was what Lisa said after she read it. “No one normal would write this.”

A publishing deal was struck.

I started thinking about possible covers, and the image that immediately suggested itself was of a setting from the story – the Hotel Acheron – a sort of gothic structure like an old fashioned haunted house. Before I even had chance to communicate this idea to anyone, I got sent a couple of mock ups of potential covers, and lo and behold one of them was the haunted house, with a saucy devil lady leading the way inside. How frigging perfect was this? The concept was far better than the one I’d imagined; instead of gothic darkness, the style was pure cartoon tomfoolery, which captured precisely the humorous elements of the book, as well as the surreal aspects.

I’m hugely proud of this novel. Lisa has once again done a fantastic job of editing my rambling nonsense into a cohesive storyline, without watering down the lunacy. Reading the House of Fox is – I like to think – an experience akin to being repeatedly slapped in the face by the breasts of an overweight German woman named Frieda. I only hope other people will enjoy the ride as much as I have.

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The House of Fox excerpt:

Jane!” Dylan called from the stage.

She kept her gun trained on Donna a moment longer, relishing the fear that had wiped away that look of smugness, and then turned to face him. “Dylan the Dick.” She readjusted her aim, pointing the muzzle at his crotch. “Soon to be Dylan the Dickless if you give me any trouble.”

He smiled. “I’m sensing you have some anger management issues, young lady.”

Jane did a double take, incredulous he could be quite so dumb. “Oh what a great idea, Dylan: Hey, let’s make jokes at the expense of the lady who has a gun trained on our prize shlong. That’ll certainly prove you aren’t the moron everyone claims you are.”

“Have people been saying I’m a moron?” He rolled his eyes. “Not that old chestnut.”

“It’s a well known fact you have more dong than ding.” She cocked her head to one side. “Which is what got us all wondering – how could someone as retarded as yourself possibly manage to put this little insurrection together? It’s patently obvious you’re merely the puppet, so if you want to spare yourself an eternity of agony, start naming names. Who put you up to this, Dylan?”

“Funnily enough, the person who put me up to it also provided me with this.” He held out his hand to show her a silver device sandwiched in his fist. “If my thumb lets go of this button, a V bomb will take out this entire level and we’ll all spend eternity in agony.”

Jane took a step back and waved away the encroaching militia. Her bravado died pitifully inside her chest. She should have known it was too good to last.

“Looks like the moron stole a march on the Fox Girls.” Dylan waved the silver device in the air. “Guess that makes you pretty stupid, huh?”

“Put it down,” Jane shrieked, raising the muzzle of the gun level with his head.

“Put it down? Okay, I’ll put it down.” Dylan bent forward, making as if to drop the device on the floor.

“Stop!” Jane backed up another step, panic bubbling at the realisation she’d fucked everything up. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“You think so? Do you know what a V bomb is, Jane?” Dylan’s twisted smile mocked her to the core. “It’s a very powerful piece of black witchcraft that essentially turns every vagina within a hundred yard radius into a hydrogen bomb. Your little ginger quim will explode with the force of ten Hiroshimas, blowing you and everyone else within a mile into a billion pieces in the blink of an eye.”

Jane stared at him, trying to work out if he was bullshitting or not.

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The House of Fox blurb:

After a drunken night on the town, four friends awake to find themselves in the House of Fox, the ultimate brothel in the universe, where every sordid fantasy becomes reality. But all is not as it seems.

The House of Fox harbours many dark secrets, and factions are plotting against one another. The four newcomers must choose their friends carefully and take care not to lose their minds on the thrill ride of perversion that will carry them to the ends of the Earth and beyond. The Great Voyeur in the Sky is watching . . .


Buy from:

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/House-Fox-SJ-Smith-ebook/dp/B01GF44M0S

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/House-Fox-Sinful-Comedies-Book-ebook/dp/B01GF44M0S

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-house-of-fox-sj-smith/1123824728?ean=9781910908044

Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/the-house-of-fox/id1126014781?mt=11

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/the-house-of-fox

Author bio:

SJ Smith is a neurotic recluse who lives in North Wales. It has long been his dream to become a full time filth monger.


Twitter: @sjsmithauthor

Blog: http://sjsmithrants.blogspot.co.uk

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SJSmithWriter/

Publisher: @SinfulPress



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