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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: firstname.lastname@example.org or find him on Twitter: twitter.com/AshEricmore
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Never enter a house when no one knows where you are …
Grace is canvasing for the Green Party. Ugh. Knocking on doors in a clearly conservative road. But 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.
And that’s when everything goes so horribly wrong.
Grace is no long free. Grace is a captive. And the man who has her—the vile, irreprehensible Weston—is violent and brutal. He want’s nothing other than to hold her … to keep her. Chained with screams unheard, Grace’s life is about to become unbearable.
Brute is a novella full of sexual violence, vicious beatings, and contains scenes that are horrific and horrendous. It’s certainly not for everyone. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
Wayne has one kink that gets him hard. He likes pain. Not being in it, no. Inflicting it. Only, the longer this goes on, the further he has to push this kink to get the same results. So it’s lucky he’s not short of cash, and can take women of the night back to his enormous house to do things to them.
Violent, grotesque things.
But revenge is a dish, so they say, and Emma … also a dish. Even if she does say so herself. Somebody’s going to get off in Wayne’s sub-basement, only this time, it might not be Wayne.
Full of torture, chainsaws, more torture, and snuff films, Back for More is an extreme horror novella full of violence taken to the extreme. Painted with the blackest of humour, it’s not for everyone. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
There are seven brothers in the Smalls family, each worse than the last … so it’s safe to say that this book contains extreme violence and scenes of sex that some people will find unpalatable.
Each of the Smalls brothers has a nickname. There’s Sawbones, Snuff, and Bliss. Also, Wasphead, Cockwinder, and Bod. And lastly, Candyboy. Each of them has a special talent, mostly in illegal fields. Their endeavours range from snuff films to drug rings, gangland hits to house clearances (if you get my point). Contained within 7 Smalls is their first seven tales, as a group of unwanted rivals try to move in on their patch, so that needs dealing with, as well as just about everything else going wrong that can go wrong.
The Smalls stories are very, very, violent, and laugh out loud funny. But mostly violent. This book isn’t going to be for everyone, but if you do pick it up, you won’t regret it.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
She calls them ghosts, blinded by the night, feeding on the last vestiges of the human race.
Awaking to find everyone has gone, James leaves the family farm and heads back to London looking for answers. What he finds are monstrous creatures. Carnivorous, vile. Brutal. Survival is hard. The survivors are harder.
“Ashmore writes some violent sh*t.”
Finding a little girl on the run, James begins to piece together the disappearance of mankind, and fights to keep the child from the ghosts … and threats far worse.
“Ashmore’s books are extreme horror like no other.”
Empty Earth is a post-apocalyptic horror novel that contains graphic scenes, usually about people dying in disgusting ways. There is really foul language throughout. This is post-apocalyptic extreme.
This is not a love story.
Wes looks for romance in the graveyard. He knows what he wants, but he’s struggling to find it. Dolly on the other hand doesn’t know what she wants, but manages to stumble upon it regardless. They are hopeless in love, a deviant and a sadist, they who will do anything to sate their desires, both ready to kill to purge their lust.
Imagine what the two of them might do when they collide.
Cadavers is an extreme horror novella, with scenes of grotesque intercourse, and brutal violence, necrophilia, and viscous barbarity.
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.