Review Fifty Shades of Decay

 First off, I have a story in this anthology. ‘I Was Legend’ is a fun play reflective of Richard Matheson’s ‘I Am Legend.’ It is a story where loneliness and desperation turn one man’s hope into his doom. A handful of my friends also found their way into this collection, and to be fair, I will not comment on any of their works, (which I thought were fantastic, but clearly I have a bias.)


Some of my own taboos were stretched a little further than their comfort zone, and I’m no prude. I found all of the stories in this book to be brave, even if there was a serious yuck-factor to some of them. Every story in this collection fit undeniably well to the title, but in my unimportant opinion, fifty-one is too many. Who would I have excluded? None of them—not a one. On the bright side, fifty-one stories of sex and horror is well worth the expense of buying the book.


I also learned that I really hate my Kindle, at least with reading anthologies. Now that the paperback version is out, I’d recommend purchasing the print edition. After reading a story and upon reaching the end I’d say, “Man, that was a kick ass story—who wrote it?” For review purposes, my e-reader is a useless tool.




Speaking of useless tools—I decided to spotlight my absolute favorites in this anthology, and ‘Dead Things Don’t Rise” by Mandy DeGeit had me laughing out loud. The story begins with our drunken narrator stumbling home and taking a shortcut through the cemetery. Luck will have it he staggers into what he thinks is another drunk, this one a cold, yet horny girl, ready for some dirty lovin’. This tale holds a fascinating mix of both hot and gross.


‘Ménage a Trauma’ by Dan Larnerd is another of the dark-comedic stories. Two lovers meet at a 2-star hotel for some hot sex, but the séance taking place a floor above them turns love-making into a fight for their lives.


‘Playing a Game’ by Eric Stoveken was another very naughty story with a horribly dark twist. Two lovers––one tied up and being straddled by his truest––play a game of intimacy, and secrets. Sex is the weapon of choice.


‘Carnage Kandy’ by Teresa Hawk was my absolute favorite in this collection. Two women, now lovers, have found the zombie apocalypse in Las Vegas to be the most liberating experience of their lives. The writing in this weave floored me and I connected with it on a deep level. Killing zombies at the peak of orgasm sounds like fun.


‘Out with a Bang’ by Laura J. Hickman was about a sex-addicted Goth girl who fed her mom to the zombies so as to stop her nagging. Once the batteries of her ‘boyfriend’ ran dry, she devises a new plan to get off, a final plan. I loved the voice of this story.


‘Some Like it Rot’ by John Palisano. There is a new street drug that will expand your mind, or turn you into a zombie. This tale is about a washed-out star and her supposed miracle return to the silver screen. Her publicist finds the starlet in her hotel room, half-baked and zombiefied. His career is on the line if he doesn’t find a cure.


‘Headshot’ by Frankie Sachs tells the sad story of a woman whose recent survival partner has been bitten. She reminisces about her long dead husband, and the difference of ‘fucking’ versus ‘loving.’ This one touched deeper than many of the other tales in this book.


‘Die With Your Boots On’ by Lisa Woods was the one I thought as being the hottest of the sex stories, filled with fantastic visuals for the both the characters and the sex. This was a man and woman sex story, zombies did not participate in the naughtiness.


‘Love in a Laundromat,’ is a self-explaining story by Megan Dorei. It was one of the few to have a happy ending.


My final pick is between ‘Stiff’ by Matthew Scott Baker, and ‘Subject Zero-Zero’ by Alex Chase for my favorite story of how the apocalypse came to be. ‘Stiff’ tells of a radical new drug that will cure erectile dysfunction forever. ‘Subject Zero-Zero’ tells of a man who found sex as being repulsive until one of his lab-mates becomes infected by a chemical weapon they were producing.


So there you have it, the short review of my favorite 20% of these stories. If you like zombies, you will love this book. If you like sex, you’ll like many of the stories. If you like sex with zombies—well, now—looks like you found your book.



50 Shades of Decay

Angelic Knight Press has put together a new anthology. I can proudly say I am one of 50 authors to have been selected to be in this collection. It is a collection of zombie stories – Valentine’s Day short stories – okay, flat out, it is zombie smut.


It was an opportunity for talented erotica writers to join with talented horror writers – and one fantasy author – to showcase their humorous sides. I don’t know the bigger names in erotica, but the names I recognized from horror were Armand Rosamilia, Tim Marquitz, Blaze McRob,  and Tim Baker. There were other names on the back cover that feel familiar, but I don’t know yet, but will soon.

In the Table of Contents, there is true brilliance in these titles. Here is a tease of what you will be reading while cuddling in bed on Valentine’s Day.  “Dead Things Don’t Rise”  “Til Decay Do Them Part” “Some Like it Rot” “Pretty Kitty’s Post-Apocalyptic Porn Palace” And “Her Z-Spot.” There are 45 more titles just like these. This is going to be fun (and maybe a little gross,) but definitely a fun read.


Locked In

[I’ve kept this post, one of my first, as an archive piece. My God, we’ve come a long way.]



The US Postal Service is bringing Damnation Books my signed contract. Sounds like I sold away my soul, doesn’t it? (Funny coincidence, just now, Windows Media Player randomly picked Into the Void by Black Sabbath.)


Damnation Books is a small publishing house that specializes in Horror, Dark Fantasy and Erotica. They handle books that the big houses consider as taboo. I write Dark Fantasy. Fantasy fiction has been made very popular by authors such as JRR Tolkien, Piers Anthony, Terry Brooks, and contemporary artist JK Rowling. Those are examples of main-stream Fantasy. They are very creative stories that don’t cause nightmares for children. Their entire world is fantastic; it is not real, hence, fantasy fiction.


I like darker. The big shots in New York, while loosening their ties at the collar and wearing a brave-face peppered with sweat, “Wow, Jake – baby, well, um, no – not us.” Why not?


The story is about a young priestess who falls away from the constructs of her faith, ultimately becoming labeled as a heretic. It isn’t her fault, it is her destiny. At the same time, the story is about a gang of thieves who steal a powerful religious artifact, who are systematically destroyed by the god that created the holy relic. The parallels become clear as the story tells itself. The heroes are very human, so are the villains, this is why the book is labeled as dark. If Harry Potter was a Pyromaniac, or if Frodo occasionally snapped into violent rages, Tolkien and Rowling would write Dark Fantasy.


So, if my soul was sold, it was bought up long before I knew Damnation Books existed. The story is mine and not Satan’s, and I’m pleased someone else besides the devil saw the value of what is being told. So I signed the contract, Hell be damned.