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
Pheretima is the proto-vampire Dracula wishes he was! Forget brooding Transylvanian counts—this is where the real hunger began. Pheretima’s story is savage, sensual, and soaked in blood. Jack takes Herodotus’ brief mention and explodes it into a full-blown myth of dominance, mutilation, and erotic retribution. The scenes of impalement, severed trophies, and orgies amid dying screams are as shocking as they are hypnotic. And that cover? A perfect, chilling masterpiece. This book fills the missing link between an long forgotten ancient queen and the vampire archetype. Intense, explicit, and unforgettable. In the inimitable Jack D. Ace style we come to know the birth of a myth, the birth of vampirism. Now we know where Dracula really began. Highly recommended!
When I first read those few chilling lines in Herodotus about Pheretima — the queen who was eaten alive by worms after raising forests of impaled bodies and decorating them with severed breasts — something in me snapped. I knew instantly that I had discovered something extraordinary: the real historical predecessor to Dracula. Not a fictional character. Not a later legend. A flesh-and-blood ancient queen who was impaling people, displaying grotesque trophies, and drinking in power through sex and terror centuries before Vlad Tepes was born. Pheretima is the missing link. The original dawn-haunter. The first vampire archetype born in sunlight instead of darkness. A woman so vicious, so sexually dominant, and so monstrously brilliant that she haunted me for months. I became completely obsessed with telling her story the way it deserved — raw, explicit, brutal, and unapologetic. This book is my love letter to one of history’s most terrifying and fascinating women. If you enjoy extreme erotic horror, dark historical fiction, and villainess stories that don’t hold back, I truly believe Pheretima: Princess of the Dawn will blow you away. She’s not just a queen. She’s a legend. And now, finally, her tale has been told. I really hope you like my tale the way I loved writing it. Best regards, Jack