Bridgett Nelson, the two-time Splatterpunk Award-nominated author of the hugely popular A Bouquet of Viscera, has three deranged stories to tell that all you freaks are sure to love!
In “Getaway,” four college friends go on a beach house vacation in an Outer Banks town. The allure is that it’s off-season and the town is completely deserted...so why is there a loud knock on the door in the middle of the night?
In “Scars,” a famous author holds a contest to have characters named after his biggest fans. But after the book is published, the fans begin to die in the same way as their characters...
In “Belong,” Briony has dealt with an obsessed stalker her entire life. Just when she thinks he’s finally gone, all hell breaks loose…and Briony is no longer the only victim.
So enjoy! But if you share this book with the normal people in your life, be prepared to hear “What the fuck was that?”
Praise for What the Fuck Was That?:
Who wants a kick in the balls? If you just raised your hand and said, “I do! I do!” I’ve got just the author for you. Once in a blue moon, a horror writer hits the scene and shakes everything up. In Extreme Horror, that writer would be Bridgett Nelson. She writes the most horrifying, outrageous, offensive, down-and-dirtiest horror I’ve ever seen. Aberrant sex, belly-emptying violence, psycho-killers with boners, zoophilia, and even a dildo shaped like a shark, all delivered with an ingenious creative glee which makes one wonder what REALLY makes the human species tick. This is BALL-BUSTING horror fiction, folks (even if you don’t HAVE balls), and it will grab you by the ears, push your face into one heaping, steaming pile of horror after another, and force you to eat. Don’t believe me? Give Bridgett Nelson a try, but don’t forget your vomit bag...–Edward Lee, author of THE BIGHEAD and HEADER.
"Bridgett Nelson's work is about as f**ked up as it gets. If you can handle it, you're in for a wonderfully deranged and gruesome treat. If you can't handle it, I understand."- Jeff Strand, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of Twentieth Anniversary Screening
Genre: Horror
In “Getaway,” four college friends go on a beach house vacation in an Outer Banks town. The allure is that it’s off-season and the town is completely deserted...so why is there a loud knock on the door in the middle of the night?
In “Scars,” a famous author holds a contest to have characters named after his biggest fans. But after the book is published, the fans begin to die in the same way as their characters...
In “Belong,” Briony has dealt with an obsessed stalker her entire life. Just when she thinks he’s finally gone, all hell breaks loose…and Briony is no longer the only victim.
So enjoy! But if you share this book with the normal people in your life, be prepared to hear “What the fuck was that?”
Praise for What the Fuck Was That?:
Who wants a kick in the balls? If you just raised your hand and said, “I do! I do!” I’ve got just the author for you. Once in a blue moon, a horror writer hits the scene and shakes everything up. In Extreme Horror, that writer would be Bridgett Nelson. She writes the most horrifying, outrageous, offensive, down-and-dirtiest horror I’ve ever seen. Aberrant sex, belly-emptying violence, psycho-killers with boners, zoophilia, and even a dildo shaped like a shark, all delivered with an ingenious creative glee which makes one wonder what REALLY makes the human species tick. This is BALL-BUSTING horror fiction, folks (even if you don’t HAVE balls), and it will grab you by the ears, push your face into one heaping, steaming pile of horror after another, and force you to eat. Don’t believe me? Give Bridgett Nelson a try, but don’t forget your vomit bag...–Edward Lee, author of THE BIGHEAD and HEADER.
"Bridgett Nelson's work is about as f**ked up as it gets. If you can handle it, you're in for a wonderfully deranged and gruesome treat. If you can't handle it, I understand."- Jeff Strand, Bram Stoker Award-winning author of Twentieth Anniversary Screening
Genre: Horror
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