Deadly After Dark: Tales of Erotic Horror (The Hot Blood Serie...

A tantalizing mix of sex and horror in fourteen stories from masters of the macabre, including Max Allan Collins, Jack Ketchum, Lucy Taylor, and Edward Lee.  Deadly After Dark, fourth in the genre-defining Hot Blood erotic horror anthology series, pushes the envelope the furthest yet. Two Bram Stoker Award–nominated stories—Lucy Taylor’s searing “Thing of Which We Do Not Speak” and Edward Lee’s brilliantly grisly “Mr. Torso”—demonstrate the depth and range of the best erotic horror, and highlight a fourteen-story collection that will both arouse your senses and make your blood run cold. Other contributors include award-winning and bestselling mystery author Max Allan Collins, making an all-too-rare foray into the dark side of suspense, as well as pioneering work from contemporary horror master Jack Ketchum and new fiction by both Graham Watkins and Graham Masterton. It’s no surprise Fangoria said “Deadly After Dark is a worthy continuation of a series that has yet to reach its climax.”  Praise for the Hot Blood series “Read Hot Blood late at night when the wind is blowing hard and the moon is full.” —Playboy   “Outstanding . . . A daring combination of sex and terror.” —Cemetery Dance   “Will appeal to your every kink.” —Locus   “Seek out this one (or its predecessors) for some naughty fun.” —Booklovers

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Considered by many to be the very best of the ten-volume Hot Blood series

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Here are stories from a region just beyond the fearful yet familiar haunts of vampire and succubus, a territory no farther away than our favorite bars, our private bedrooms, and, of course, the most eerie and erogenous zone of all - the moist, secret preserves of our own all-too-human minds. Let mad desire take you into a macabre harem deep inside the American heartland . . . make love to a woman who'll become anything you want, and then make you pay . . . marvel at a man who's starved for sex, more than he can ever know . . . join a wife-swapping party where the promise is ecstasy and blood seals the barter . . . if you're ready . . . and you know you are.

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"I know what you're thinking," she said. "I might not be much to look at now, but you just might be in for a surprise. I can be anybody you want me to be. Anybody at all." Then she leaned forward and whispered, "Think about someone you'd like to be with tonight . . . form an image of her in your mind." I closed my eyes, and Madonna danced across my mind, just like in her videos, strutting her ass and mimicking masturbation, practically fucking herself with the microphone. I opened my eyes and the woman before me's hair color had changed. Her chest swelled higher with each breath, and her bra strained to hold her expanding breasts. Then her face began to change. Slowly her cheekbones started to rise, her lips growing fuller and her eyebrows darkening, just like Madonna's.

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