Ghouls

Restaurant manager Vera Abbot has come to The Inn to embark on the job of her dreams. But from the day she arrives, her dream turns into a harrowing nightmare. She hears strange footsteps, sees faceless figures in the dead of night…and is tormented by erotic dreams in which a hideous stranger makes love to her.

The past never dies. It only sleeps, waiting to unleash a new cycle of bloodshed and terror. For The Inn is a breeding ground for unspeakable atrocities. And now the time has come for Vera to be initiated into its secret world of depravity and horror—whether she wants to or not!

Inexplicably retitled THE CHOSEN--Lee’s title was THE INN, because, well, that’s what it’s about--this gory neo-Gothic was the first of a 3-book deal Lee signed with Zebra in 1992 (and the first novel he didn’t write on a typewriter; for this he used a $400 Smith-Corona word processor). Lee’s obsession with all things culinary stomps all through this story, such that you might want to imagine the Food Network with demons instead of Emeril. Restaurant manager Vera Abbot jumps at the chance to split from her cheating, drug-snorting boyfriend and go to work at a four-star dining room in a secluded country inn. Splatter, perverted sex, and a female demon with a penis highlight the ensuing outrageous shenanigens. As for the secondary character suspiciously named “Lee,” the author admits: “When I was 17, I worked as a dishwasher in a seafood restaurant. So I took the liberty of injecting that aspect of myself into this carnal fantasy. And, of course, I kill myself." Lee’s gross-out fans seem to love this book; Lee himself does not, blaming the forced positive ending and too much indulgence on his own part (example: the painstaking accuracy regarding brand-names of commercial-grade kitchen equipment!) Feel free to make the determination as to whether or not horror fiction and cuisine go well together (along with sutured labias and kniting needles through the ears).

Who is he? What is he? An inbred homicidal pervert? A supernatural psychopath? Who or whatever he is, he's on a roll now, raging out of the Virginia backwoods and leaving in his wake a trail of blood, guts, and disgust far beyond the limits of your reckoning.

Never before has a work of fiction dared to delve so deeply into the realms of perversion, sexual dementia, and bad taste.

THE PIG: The traditional tale of a man with big city dreams and how one wrong deal can put you in the woods filming porn with junkie whores, sexual freaks, psycho mobsters and, oh yeah...a pig.

THE HOUSE: Melvin has come to investigate the so-called haunted house. Soon his dreams smash head first into the memories of a man sentenced to film the most atrocious sex acts imaginable.

They're called Creekers. Centuries old, driven by rage and lust for revenge, they move through the deep, dark woods— deformed, shadowy outcasts with twisted faces and blood-red eyes. Now, as the moon hangs low over their ancient house, they're gathering for a harvest of terror and death Crick City will never forget.

How many fetishes can you name? . . . because Hazel Greene has them all and more. Others may find her rape fantasies and water sports off-putting but she doesn't care - she needs them. After a fight with her boyfriend, she gets just what she wants - a road trip with the very pregnant love of her life to the middle of nowhere. But there is something very wrong with this backwater town. Suicide notes, magic gems, and haunted cabins await her. Plus the woods are filled with monster, both human and otherworldly. And then there are the horrible tentacles . . . Soon Hazel is thrown into a battle for her life that will test her sanity and sex drive. The sequel to H.P. Lovecraft's The Haunter of the Dark is Edward Lee's most pornographic novel to date!

What do you get when you collect 92k words of the most vile, disgusting, gore-soaked, sick, twisted and demented fiction from the true master of hardcore horror, Edward Lee... The Grimoire Diaboligue. A massive eBook collection of the most brutal of Mr. Lee's short stories and novellas. All available in one place for the first time digitally.

Mr. Torso

Miss Torso

The Dritiphilist

Grub Girl In The Prison Of Dead Women

The McCrath Model SS40-C Series S

Makak

The Baby

Mother

The Wrong Guy

Ever Nat

Hands

The

Salt-Diviner

Billionaire John Farrington is obsessed with the idea of offending God to the point that God would want to confront him in person. Farrington has abducted priests and nuns to commit sexual atrocities with the most grievously genetically deformed people he can find. People that he's also abducted and kept in such a high state of sexual intensity, with a drug his company produces, that they are just ravenous for physical contact. The abductees, with basically no self control, commit some of the most depraved sex acts, over, and over again. Westmore and Bryant, a photographer and journalist, are given the rare opportunity to interview the reclusive Farrington and see inside his mansion and operation. Only to find the horrors within, and who have become pawns in the mysteries they find behind every door. Farmington's plan may work, and to make sure he's successful, he will do whatever it takes to have the deity of man face him.

In this novel of Eldritch horror and gourmet cooking, the authors whet your appetite with a delectable trip to the Pacific Northwest in search of the rare Crackjaw Eel. This romp through the woods is flavored with inbred rednecks, sauced with generous helpings of sex and topped with an ending that’s sure to have food critics raving the world over. Only those with strong stomachs and a taste for heavy spice should attempt this meal.

In Family Tradition, Lee and Pelan show that there are far more terrible things lurking in the rain forests of the Pacific Northwest than amphetamine-crazed rednecks… secrets man was not meant to sample. It’s Kitchen Confidential written by Jeffrey Dahmer on acid, with just a touch of Lovecraftian flavor and a hint of gritty realism to satisfy even the most discriminating palate.

Indulge yourself and enjoy the sumptuous haute cuisine served up by these two masters of guerilla gastronomic outrage. Not only will you think twice before visiting the woods again, you just might never looks at the Food Network in quite the same way…

From the duo that brought you Goon, Shifters, and the cult favorite Splatterspunk, Family Tradition is a feast of the senses that is best devoured before it devours you.

Enjoy the grub!

“What’s a header?”

Fifteen years ago, Travis Clyde Tuckton asked that self-same question to his ancient grandfather, and the answer came in a rampage of twisted bloodlust, missing persons, and the most macabre and indescribable act of vengeance that human consciousness has ever devised…

Now, in those same desolate woods, amongst dilapidated shacks behind whose rickety doors no one dare look, something even worse has come to curse the land of simple folk, a jubilee of murderous perversity and sexual abomination too hideous to describe. Only the courage of Travis Tuckton could ever begin to set things back to rights but, lo, Travis and his grandfather are long dead…

Ah, but their relatives aren’t! And it will be these stout-hearted men who shall rise to the occasion of the most horrific revenge in the history of the backwoods—an eye for an eye, a head for a head! Not even unearthed graves, molested corpses, abducted tots, and an unspeakable human monstrosity can thwart the might of right. Join steadfast hayseeds Helton, Dumar, and Micky-Mack as they venture forth into a wretched mire of unadulterated horror, where the symbol of ultimate evil is not a psycho-killer, nor a demon, but the full-tilt rev of power tools screaming through the endless night…

HEADER 2

Where revenge is all in the mind.

WHERE ARE WE GOING TONIGHT?

Behind the facade of the sedate sorority house, unutterable horrors seethe while tumid desires rise. All the while, Ann White must become pervert-fodder if she hopes to pass Pledge Week. All too soon, she finds that no act of lewdness is deemed too demeaning, no manner of sexual degradation too foul... For there is a secret festering in the bowels of Alpha House, an ancient carnal evil whose stygian lust is too hideous to imagine and still stay sane. As Ann literally dips herself into a cesspool of soul-soiling immorality, the black revelation throbs closer and closer...

WHERE ARE WE GOING TONIGHT?

Poor Ann will be slopped on, spewed in, spat upon, penetrated, humped, poked, humiliated, bitch-slapped, gang-sodomized, plungered like a toilet, filled like a decanter, and debased en masse-indeed, she will willingly go through a wringer of sexual depravity to prove her resolve, but along the way, as she converts herself into this veritable receptacle of sullied lust, will she live long enough to unveil the true secret of Alpha House?

TONIGHT, WE'RE GOING MONSTERING.

An unrelenting and irredeemable novel of gore-house porn and unmitigated black comedic horror.