No Rest for the Wicked... What do ancient Satanic curses, rock n' roll, the Mafia, urban legends, Internet porn, Tourette's Syndrome, and zombies have in common? Read Night of the Loving Dead, and you'll find out. You'll also never go to sleep again. Night after night, in Grady Memorial Hospital's Autopsy Room #1, the dead awaken. For several hours they rise, with an unholy urge. But these reanimated corpses are driven not by a hunger for human flesh, but by an evil lust for carnal knowledge! Night of the Loving Dead is a novella of hardcore horror, a trashy, B-movie hybrid of The Sopranos, Day of the Dead and Showgirls. Throw in a demented dash of drive-in camp and a blood-spattered ode to sex on the information superhighway, and you've got a story that might just be the most twisted tale you've ever read. Night of the Loving Dead. You'll never look at sex and death the same way again... A Demonic Clown Book
Necro-porn. Hmph. I'd like to think there's no such thing, but I'm not willing to sully my internet history to find out.
S (forgot her name already) gets a job at the morgue. There's only a few rules. Man your station at midnight. No wandering through a certain door or else. Well, S's boyfriend, jerk-off, finds out what's behind the door and one thing leads to another. There's sex, dead sex, the watching of porn, and a slightly weird character with Tourettes.