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About Ash Ericmore
Ash Ericmore is a British horror author. He resides in the south, in the Garden of England. He writes horror that is sometimes fantastical, sometimes grounded, but always deeply graphic, and black with humour.
You can contact him here: email@example.com or find him on Twitter: twitter.com/AshEricmore
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Owen is getting old. Grey hairs are appearing where once there were none. Oh, and he has a penchant for murdering much younger women. Much. Younger. He’s got a neat little body disposal route and everything. When he meets Emma, gets her nice and wasted and begins his routine, everything goes wrong.
Grossly and disgustingly wrong.
Now he’s stuck with a ghost. Or a demon. Or possibly a figment of his imagination. But whatever it is, it’s being a nuisance. It wants him to kill. It wants to have sex with him. It’s all very confusing.
Full of murder, sex, cheap wine, and shopping trollies, Flesh and Pleasure is an extreme horror novella with some tremendously nauseating acts in it. Painted with the blackest of humour, it’s not for everyone. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
Do you have to be told twice? Stay away from the fucking clowns.
Jessica is to meet the same fate as those before her … or is she? She was at the Fear Factory. Now she’s in a cage, and everything has gone horribly, horribly, wrong. But worse, one of the carnies seems to have taken a bit of a shine to her.
Being married to a stabby rapist clown is better than becoming a sausage, right?
Ball and Chain is a disgusting tale of bloody rape, cannibalism, murder, and weird smells. It’s gross in a lot of parts, so if you don’t want to read about bodily fluids and sickening bodily fragrances, then perhaps you might want to give this one a miss, yes?
Carnie II: Ball and Chain is an extreme horror novella, painted with the blackest of humour. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
Graphic Content Warning.
Andi Janson works for the local rag. Small time town, small time news. But there’s been a murder. As the bodies start to pile up, her friend and one time lover, private investigator Ian Leland, gets tied up with a missing persons and the reporter gets in deeper … and deeper.
Finding herself undercover, living with a group of hippy weirdos, all bent on doing disgusting things to each other … Janson finds that things just keep getting worse. There’s an endgame in play, and she must immerse herself in depravity to discover it.
Skin Deep is an extreme horror novel, full of graphic acts of brutality, sexual violence, and to be honest, it takes great delight in being so. A novel not for the squeamish, consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
Lindsay and Amy are going to wish they’d chosen a different hotel.
Between Ashbury and Canterford lies the idyllic Cullis House, its proprietor, Dari, and her eternal guests. Payment for a night will be your flesh. Do come again. Or maybe … don’t ever leave.
When two friends check in, they find themselves pushed to the far reaches of their desires, longing, fear, pain. The Breed must consume, leaving them little chance of making it out with either their sanity or their skin.
The Breed is an extreme horror novella, with scenes of sex and violence which are likely unsuitable for most. The borders of sexuality are pushed, and the violence explicit. Blood spilt. Insides smeared. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
Stay away from the clowns.
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.
Carnie is a deliciously disgusting tale of gaping maws and salacious gore. It is pretty nasty in places, so if you don’t want to read about that sort of thing, then perhaps you might want to give this one a miss, yes?
Carnie is an extreme horror novella, painted with the blackest of humour. It has scenes that some people may find sickening. It has animal violence, but I should clarify that it is violence by animals, not to animals, if that makes a difference, sicko. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
An eclectic heptad of bite-sized Ericmore horrors, all clawing at each other, trying to be weirder … grosser … more visceral … more dirty … more fetid than the last.
From wishmasters to paedophiles, something gnawing at your stomach, pizza delivery that always has a happy ending … entrapment, evisceration, a freezer full of flesh. Dirty Fetid is a collection of tales both disgusting and disturbing, that contains scenes that are unsuitable for those without a strong stomach.
It smells of dank flesh. It bleeds putrid fluid into slivers of black humour. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
Alex Cole will do anything for money. Murder? Check. Assault? Check. Infanticide? Check. Sexual favours? Double-check. But after getting himself roped into something called Kuman Thong—including its roasted human foetuses—Cole is left fighting unfathomable phenomena beyond his comprehension, and rather unexpectedly trying save the world.
All for a lousy pay cheque.
Full of evisceration, morgues, interdimensional deities, and prostitution, Alex Cole is part private detective, part mercenary … all sick f*ck. Cole Investigations is open for business.
Sick F*ck is an extreme horror novella, painted with the blackest of humour. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
It’s an infection. It starts with a rash. Then you change.
Something has come from the farms. Something … contagious. And in all her years of watching horror films, Janie has never seen the infected act like these do. These infected are acting like no one had ever seen.
And everyone has caught it.
These aren’t zombies. They are something much, much more violent.
Full of vile acts of assault, heads disgorging brains, obscene acts with rolling pins, and death by garden gnome, Itch is certainly not for the weak of heart, or feeble of stomach.
Itch is an extreme horror novella, painted with the blackest of humour. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
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. If that sounds unappealing, and well it may, you might want to give this one a miss.
Ash Ericmore’s debut novel is an extreme horror, painted with the blackest of humour. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
Everything’s always a mess when Alex Cole is finished. Wanna go next?
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.
All for a lousy pay cheque.
Full of grotesque acts of violence, anal excavation, immortal beings, and strippers, Alex Cole is part private detective, part mercenary … all sick f*ck. Cole Investigations is open—again—for business.
Sloppy Seconds is an extreme horror novella, painted with the blackest of humour. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
There’s something in the darkness. Silent as falling snow. Spreading. Like a cancer.
Four young friends in an industrial estate. They didn’t do anything wrong. Wrong place, wrong time. And trying to escape the slick sea of hatred flowing through the streets, they end up somewhere worse.
Trapped. Frightened. Something outside wants to rip them to pieces. Something inside wants to do so much more.
Full of bodily absorption, roaming evil, barbecued flesh, and fiery infernos, this is certainly not for everyone. Particularly animal lovers.
Felidae Carnivora is an extreme horror novella, painted with the blackest of humour. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
Hell awaits the visitor of Hodder House.
Sophie might be the luckiest girl in the world: chosen as one of five Patreon supporters of The Horror Tribe Podcast to visit Hodder House. She’s there like a shot, of course. Even has a thing for one of the hosts. You never know, right?
But once inside, this haunted house quickly becomes more than she—or anyone else—bargained for. Hodder is still home. As is the Giant Child. The Bound Man. Getting out may not be an option.
Hodder House is a novella of extreme horror. It is full of vile acts and deranged behaviour … that which Ericmore’s readers have become accustomed to. But this time, somehow, it is worse.
Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.