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Fighting for her life. Rapists. Murderers. And all she has are some kitchen implements. And an axe. "Come hiking," he said. "What could go wrong?" he asked. Poor Angelica just wanted to go to Spain, but Don dragged her here, the Scottish highlands. To the trees, and the hills, and the sadistic inbred family. The insides on the outside. Cooked flesh. That sort of thing. Blood Stain Girl is a novella that some might find distasteful. It has scenes of sex and violence that you may not want to experience.

Nerves shredded, flesh torn, and the milking machine has been turned on… but whatever you do, don’t drink the milk. Lower Crumbsbottom is surrounded by farmland, picturesque and serene. But take a picnic there at your peril. When Richard and Reggie go visiting, they get more than they bargained for. Kidnapped and forced into depraved procreative practices, Richard demands nothing more than to escape. Danny is searching for his brother, and Shirley is riding more than his bike. Then there is Lewis and Maisie, and their children, Anton, Tim, and Jean, who all love each other very much.

Bob Sausage is without moral or virtue. His actions irredeemable. The stories contained within are brutally violent, and very, very, silly.

Simon has recently found a devil on his shoulder. A foul-mouthed murderous little psychopath that insists it is the personification of his self-doubt, and is only there to help. But it’s not. ‘Little Simon’ is borne of chaos. It’s evil. It will kill, and cannibalize, and brutalize. It will do anything to take control of the body and spread its seed, to reproduce. It will take everything Simon has and destroy it. Simon Says is full of brutal violence and weird sex, cheap European lager, and a cold lamb pie which Simon himself suggests has the same mouth feel as pus.

Daniel Smalls got the nickname Snuff by being really fucking good at killing people. The guy’s an encyclopaedia of death. He’s having a pint in his local. Hooks up with a chick called Megan. Turns out there’s more to Megan than meets the eye.

Go forth, they said, and Alex Cole went. Alex is doing it again. What, you might ask? Saving the world, probably. All in the name of getting paid. Part of being a private investigator is making sure the client is safe, and when Alex accidently ends up babysitting a rich and famous (young and sexy) heiress, he’s willing to put everything on the line. His pound of flesh, you might say. But this one is going to cost him more than ever before. All for a lousy pay cheque. Full of … well, all the things you’d expect an Alex Cole book to be full of … Cole Investigations is always open for business.

I lost everything. And I gained one thing... another chance. A new beginning presented before me. And now I am.

Learning to kill can be murder. Struggling author Jon has taken a practical approach to acquiring the skills needed to become a serial killer because the Youtube videos weren’t really helping. Now he has a pile of bodies—one of whom he was lucky enough to score with—and he’s Googling ‘How many kills make you a serial killer?’. It’s not good news.

Hired to skin a baby, get the hair from an eagle, and the eggs from the recently deceased - or something like that, anyway - Cole is back on the case in this, his first standalone novel. In the midst of his governmentally mandated annual psychiatric evaluation (which he’ll pass without question, pfft) Alex finds himself working for a witch, a scorned lover, and a mob boss ... dealing only in absolutes and with the aid of his friend. Roger.

Organization is key. The building needs scouting. Web rooms need creating. Then you need to bait the meat. Take it from on the street without being seen. Get to the shoot. Set the scene. Bring in the talent. Then you can open the room. Let the clients browse. Turn them on. Take their money. Make a profit.

Gordon is an everyday seaside psycho, kidnapping and killing for fun, with a quality torture basement to boot. His latest victim is Jane. Sadly for Gordon, Jane turns out to be a handful of energy. Cosmic energy. And everything is about to go wrong, in the bloodiest way possible. Jane Doe is a novella that some people might find distasteful. Actually, most people might find it distasteful. If you are of a nervous disposition, or have a weak stomach, perhaps you might want to give this one a miss, yes?

Lilly is running from what is done: her demons. Alone, she finds herself in the capable hands of David, proprietor of a reclusive shelter. Tormented by visions of the damned, Lilly struggles to fit in, shadows cast from the past, fear of where the future lies ... but something isn’t right. There is something odd about David. The police are omnipresent. The soil bleeds.

Living his best life surrounded by drugs, alcohol, poverty, and debauchery, Charles lusts after a woman he has known half his life. All from a distance. A secret admirer. But he knows … he knows he can provide for her and be everything she needs. The only thing she needs.

Dive into the heart of darkness with Beneath–where the sun-soaked facade of a seaside town masks a sinister underbelly of drugs and decay. But amidst the stench of depravity, a gripping tale of survival and terror unfolds. Rick reunites with his girlfriend Candy for a seemingly innocent weekend getaway. Little did he know, their rendezvous would spiral into a pulse-pounding race for survival. With Ally and Bonnie by their side, they find themselves entangled in a deadly game with ruthless dealers, pushing them to the edge of their wits and into the depths of the unknown.

Featuring contributions from fabulous horror indie authors, this filthy collection of extreme body horror tales is not for those easily offended. These stories contain common tropes used within the broader horror genre, as well as some characteristics more specific to the body horror subgenre to include; pornography, invasion, contagion, mutation, transformation, disease, mutilation, or other unnatural or violent distortions of the human body.

Sarah and Mia would have been better off leaving the horror show that passes for a carnival when they had the chance. But one falling out with a stabby rapist clown and now they’re in the back of a lorry on their way to who knows where? Murdertown, probably.

Edward Smalls got the nickname Sawbones by cutting people up. For a bloke called Robert, who is Eastern European. Now, small time dope pusher Alfred Leonard wants Edward to star in a snuff film. With additional fuckery.

Grace is canvasing for the Green Party. Ugh. Knocking on doors in a clearly conservative road. The first house is a bust, and when the second offers a kindly gent looking for assistance–she can do nothing but offer to help.

The cornerstone of private investigation—insurance fraud. Doing it, obviously. And then there’s the taxi job. Run someone to the airport while being chased by who knows what? Mix that in with drugs, party boats, and the Virgin Mary, and you’ve got a pretty standard day for one Mr. Cole. All for a lousy paycheck. Full of infanticide, evisceration, sadists, and snuff, Alex Cole is part private detective, part mercenary...all sick f--k. Cole Investigations is open—once more—for business.

Alex hates missing person’s cases. Unless they’re easy money. Anything is good when there’s easy money. Then there’s the delivery job. Get a box and hand deliver it to some rich jerk-off. Deal with another private investigator almost as skeezy as himself. And after all that there’s the Event. That’s sure to have a really, really, bad ending.