A brutal erotic horror novella that dives darker and deeper than anything you've read.
In a Chicago funeral home's cold basement, mortician Declan Crowe violates the young dead—piercing, lacing, and claiming them in silence. When a vampire awakens in one of his bodies, the rules shatter. Elara demands fresh teenage prey for her thirst, and Declan must serve her utterly—cleaning her bloodied body, delivering victims, carrying her taste forever in his mouth.
His mother Siobhan watches, then joins, turning their incestuous sin into a twisted trinity of blood, lust, and eternal preservation.
Inspired by one chilling line from Herodotus about embalmers and the dead, this is unflinching, sensory-drenched, taboo-shattering erotic horror. Necrophilic rituals, vampiric feeding, forbidden family bonds, and a final ascension that binds them forever.
If you want the forbidden, the macabre, and unrelenting intensity, this is your descent.
Reader discretion strongly advised.
Darker than 50 Shades. More visceral than most horror.
Perfect for fans of extreme dark erotica and Clive Barker.
Hey there, fellow travelers of the dark… I’m Jack. Jack D. Ace. Welcome to the stretch of road I’ve been driving down for years — the one that never quite ends, even when the headlights flicker and the radio goes static.I live in New York, the kind of city that never sleeps and sometimes never lets you forget the things that hide in plain sight. By day I’m elbow-deep in code and servers in a glass tower in Manhattan, fixing what’s broken and writing lines that keep everything running. By night… well, that’s when the real work begins.I’ve spent decades chasing the kind of stories that make your skin crawl because they feel possible. Real terrors — Ed Gein’s quiet house, objects that carry bad luck like a stain you can’t scrub off, the kind of true-crime details that stick in your head at 3 a.m. — those are the things that fuel my fiction. My debut novel Ghoul Car: The Road Never Ends came out of all those late-night talks with my friend Peter Stadlera (yeah, that Peter Stadlera — the Goodreads horror legend who’s probably influenced me more than I’ll ever admit out loud), endless research, and the stubborn belief that some curses don’t fade… they just wait.I write the stuff that’s unflinching, visceral, the kind you feel in your gut long after you close the book. And I do it because I know there are readers out there who crave exactly that — who want to stare into the shadows and not look away.So if you’re here, if you’ve picked up Ghoul Car or you’re just curious about the guy behind the wheel… thank you. Seriously. Thank you for stepping into this ride with me.I hope we’ve got a long, twisted road ahead together. Plenty of dark turns, dead ends that aren’t really dead ends, and stories that’ll keep you up wondering what’s waiting just past the next mile marker.Buckle up. The engine’s already running.— Jack D. Ace New York, somewhere between the skyscrapers and the nightmares
This was one of the darkest, most brutal erotic horror novellas I ever came across. Declan Crowe is a mortician. He has a strange relationship to his mother. His father dies several years ago. Declan is specialized on young dead women he does incredible things with. The situation changes as a female vampire is brought into his funeral home. Can Hank Reeves an almost retired cop stop this madness and violence? Jack D. Ace does excellent in presenting his characters and their perverted actions. Never read extreme horror that explicit and descriptive. Of course we also find a black car again, this time it's the hearse... The ending is a bit blurry, almost like a dream. this book definitely is not for the faint hearted. Highly recommended.
To start off this isn’t in my usual wheelhouse of interests of genres. I’ve an interest in horror but erotica not really. This was recommended to me so I thought I’d give a new author a chance. I mostly enjoyed the story as Declan, mortician & necrophiliac, did his gruesome work. There are several questions I have about the last several chapters as it left me somewhat confused on what the intent was. Again I don’t have a lot of experience reading erotica but there was a lot of overuse of the same descriptive words. Overall I enjoyed the book & if this author releases another book I’d definitely read it to see how he’s changes & grows as an author.
This book needs trigger warnings, for exactly what, I’m not sure. Hmm, necrophelia, that's a good start. Sexual abuse of teens, one way to put it. Just trying to warm, no, warn without spoiling the surprise in the book, if you make it that far. My review, Declan Crowe runs the mortuary with his mother ever since his father died. Declan's life has been a weird combination of satisfying every need of his mother, (another trigger) and his own unique hungers downstairs in the basement where he embalms the bodies, fulfills his necrophelic needs, if they are what he craves and ready the body for family viewing. That is until Elena enters his life, in a body bag. Prepare yourself for a joy ride of darkness and horror when you enter the maniacal mind of Jack D Ace. You've been warned.
I’m not really even sure where to start with this review as it was very hard for me to even decide how to rate this book. I will start by saying that it started out really disturbing and kept me really enthralled. Once I hit about 50 pages, I started thinking how am I reading the same page again ? Is my kindle broke ? No it was not broken. It was literally like reading the same exact paragraph from three pages before only a different name was in place. I was loving this book until I wasn’t . It seemed so repetitive that I had to put it down for a few days . I was finally able to finish but left feeling it was a great plot that went nowhere 🤷♀️.
A brutal erotic horror novella that dives darker and deeper than anything you've read. In a Chicago funeral home's cold basement, mortician Declan Crowe violates the young dead—piercing, lacing, and claiming them in silence. When a vampire awakens in one of his bodies, the rules shatter. Elara demands fresh teenage prey for her thirst, and Declan must serve her utterly—cleaning her bloodied body, delivering victims, carrying her taste forever in his mouth. His mother Siobhan watches, then joins, turning their incestuous sin into a twisted trinity of blood, lust, and eternal preservation.
Ok, let's deep dive into this... I first registered this book when Peter recommended this to some other readers, and it popped up in my feed. I admit it was intriguing... Vampires, morgue, horror, and yeah, some sex... I later realised Chicago was involved (even though it could be any city) . It took some time before I got my hands on this short novella... and yes, my expectations were higher than Sears Tower (ooops, the Willis Tower now, but honestly, I'm not going to search out why). And the rest will be hidden as a spoiler alert, ok? Read only if you don't mind being spoiled, as there are some pros and some cons to this book :D
Therefore, even though I enjoyed reading the book, cons are there, so I won't give it more than rounded up 3 very, very undead kitties with red irises and some nipple rings...
First sentence: Declan Crowe stood motionless in the prep room of Crowe & Sons Funeral Home, the cold blue glow of the embalming pump painting his face in ghostly light. Last sentence: The hunger was forever. Goodreads Challenge 2026: 19. book
Look at that cover - this easily could be Declan's mother... inside you'll read about a very special funeral home, one you wouldn't want to have your beloved dead in. This will change your view on morticians and the viewing of a corpse forever I daresay. Well, I loved to write about the perverted acts Declan played on the corpses of beautiful deceased. In my opinion one of the most outrageous extreme horror books ever. That family is completely depraved under their shell of respectability. Please enjoy. At the end I wasn't too sure about Hank but I hope you'll like how the story closes.