Ash Ericmore

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.

There’s something evil inside Burns House. Something that watches Matty and Brooke as they take ownership of the old mansion, long of Matty’s blood-line. Something sinister is in the air.

Alex Cole will do anything for money. Murder? Check. Assault? Check. Infanticide? Check. Sexual favors? Double-check. But after getting himself roped into something called Kuman Thong - including its roasted human fetuses - Cole is left fighting unfathomable phenomena....

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.

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.

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.

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....

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.

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 standard day for one Mr. Cole....

After Birth is a brutal, gory, and gross novella with no boundary left untouched, no taboo unturned, and contains scenes that might offend with savagery from the onset.

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....

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.

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.

Broken down by drug addiction and unable to connect with the girl he loves, Peter has had enough. Drug-addled and at the point death, he sees an angel. One who shows him the evils in the world and demands he put them right.

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....

Will is having one of those days. But not your average one of those days. It started badly and then went downhill with gusto. Now he’s going to summon a demon. You know, to get all murdery. Revenge. What could go wrong, right?

Charles loves Lauren. Lauren is not like she used to be. Charles is a devotee.