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.

Seven friends travel to the camp by the lake. There to prepare the camp for re-opening, twenty years after the scene of a brutal assault. Murder. Some of them want to party. Others want to work. But work barely begins before one of them discovers something …

An evil, waiting to swallow them.

One after the other.

Getting stronger each time.

Sex descends into death, dripping from every eighties slasher inspired hole. With scenes of hardcore sex, brutal violence, lust, betrayal … consider this a trigger warning for everything you thought you knew … and everything you don’t.

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.

Third times a charm? Alex Cole never gets that lucky.

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 pay cheque.

Full of infanticide, evisceration, sadists, and snuff, Alex Cole is part private detective, part mercenary … all sick f*ck. Cole Investigations is open—once more—for business.

Born on Third is an extreme horror novella, painted with the blackest of humour. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.

SICK F*CK

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.

• Cunt in a Coffeeshop
• Baby Fight Club
• Instant Gratification Monkey

CULT

Sam and her family are moving from beautiful Camden to a rundown seaside tower block. In it lives a cult, run by an octogenarian sadist known as Nanny, hell-bent on keeping her family growing. And if that means people have to reproduce or die, then so be it.

Cult is a novella that skates the thin line of being so brutal and disgusting that it is unpalatable, so if you don’t like your fiction so gross you don’t want to look at it, then perhaps you might want to give this one a miss, yes?

Full of sex as grotesque as it is beautiful, and violence so pure it will make your skin crawl, Cult is an extreme horror, painted with the blackest of humour. 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.

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.

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.