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July 20, 2014

Not Dead Yet

It's been a while but rest assured The Geekdom is not dead. Due to technical problems and internet problems, I haven't kept the place up to date.


To all the authors that have sent review copies, I'm sorry that I haven't got them posted. But rest assured I have read your books(or will read the) and reviews will be posted. I promise.

June 1, 2014

Midnight Meat @WithoutYourHead


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This story is for adults only
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Midnight Meat

"Fuck the city.", Edwin Smith swore out loud, not caring one bit that the other occupants heard him.

Seated next to an older white man dressed in filthy rags and smelling of city's sewer system was about to do him in. He missed the cool breeze of the air conditioner in his personal car and his ever so observant driver. Taking the bus was out of Edwin's vocabulary when it came to traveling. His driver Miles would usually drive him to the meetings, but today he sided with secrecy and took out on his own.

"'m a millionaire, damn it! I can do this.", he thought, before depositing the correct change and boarding the bus.

Now he was questioning the decision, as fumes of days old piss and liquor radiated from the old boozer to his right. Taking a white silk handkerchief from his shirt pocket. Edwin covered his mouth and nose and leaned away from the man. In the seat, across the isle sat a midget. Dressed in a black tuxedo, and top hat with a red bow tie, the Mexican munchkin smiles revealing a set of gold teeth.

"What is this world coming to, mister?", he said tipping his hat toward Edwin.

Unnerved at the site of the small fellow, he leans back in his seat and places the handkerchief into the shirt pocket.

"If I was in charge I'd sentence all the hobos to death.", said the small stranger looking to start a conversation with Mr. Smith.

All Edwin wanted was to get off this bus and return home, but his stiffening groin reminded him why he came to the city in the first place. Vera Lee.

Unlike his wife she embraced and loved his company, but most of all Vera would let him do anything to her. Of course, he was married and he knew she was fucking the gardener or the pool boy; or possibly both. To keep his money safe, he stayed in the marriage and did his best to hide all of his indiscretions. All his wife needed was an inkle of suspicion and the prenup would take care of the rest.<\p>

"Sir, I can tell you're a man of expensive and exotic tastes. You like pretty women, si?", the midget was starting to get on his nerves, but he wasn't wrong. If it was exotic, Edwin wanted to buy it, taste it, or fuck it.

"That's true.", he said. Looking over to his left he gave the strange fellow another once over. Something was odd about this little guy, but he figured it was his unfamiliarity with midgets that had his arm hairs on end.

"I'm headed to one of my exotic female friends,now. It's one reason I come to this hell hole.", Edwin said pointing out the window at a homeless couple having sex on the sidewalk.

The stranger took a business card from his pocket and handed it to his new friend. Turning the card over, Edwin noticed 'Midnight Meat' in bright red letters and a silhouette of a dancing female.

"What's this?", asked Edwin.

"That's my club, sir. We offer exotic entertainment and women for a price. We are open 24/7 and I'm sure we have something you would like.", he said.

Edwin sat back in his seat. The remainder of the ride, he examined the card turning it over in his hand and head. Vera would miss him tonight, but this midget and his club had piqued his interest. He turned to ask the stranger a question, but the midget was gone. The bus hadn't stopped since their conversation so the little guy couldn't have exited.

"Excuse me, driver. Did you let a midget off the bus?", he asked, but all he got in return was a look of confusion.

"Well then, could you make a stop at 126 Leigh Drive please." this time his question was answered.

"It's coming up, pal.", said the driver looking at Mr. Smith through the rearview mirror.

Standing behind the line he waited for the bus to stop and the doors to open. Stepping out he noticed a boarded up neglected building and quickly regretted his decision. Before he could get back on the bus it had sped off to its next stop. Without anywhere else to go he walked closer to the building and noticed a small sign on one of the boarded up windows.

'Knock twice to meet the meat'

A quick double knock resulted in a door to his right opening. The top hat stranger met him with a golden smile.

"Welcome to Midnight Meat!", the host's voice reached a squeal like a rhesus monkey. Edwin placed an index finger in his ear to stop the ringing.

Edwin admired the inside of the club. Dark, cool, and filled with naked women. The stench of cum and sweat filled aroused every desire he had ever had.

"How much and what are the rules?", he asked.

The host held up one stubby finger. "One rule, sir. No biting. And for the price; there's no charge to sample our exotic offerings."

Walking through the club, the host following at his side, Edwin explored the playground. Cunts of all shapes, sizes, and ethnicity were present. Others were fucked and whipped on stage. What caught the hard up millionaire's attention the most. Rows of tables sat along the wall. Women sitting on plates on the edge of the table with legs spread offered up their best.

"That's the pussy platter.", the midget said having to raise his voice over the throbbing techno music. "Pick your variety, take a seat, and enjoy."

Edwin spotted a voluptuous redhead exposing her tight pink cunt. Without wasting another moment, he takes a seat in front of the platter and goes to work.

Face deep in his delicious pussy platter, he could care less what was happening around him. The lights dimmed and the music blared, but he dared not stop. Using his tongue he explored every inch of the strangers cunt savoring all the juices. Screams from deep within the club erupt. First a solitary scream soon joined by multiple harrowing screams each getting closer to Edwin.

Pulling his face away from ecstasy, he looks around and his stunned. Two pink slimy tentacles are attached to the guy next to him. One is stuck deep in his mouth and the other had enveloped the man's cock. Each one sucking and slurping, draining the poor soul till he's nothing but a husk. Around him the other men were experiencing the same and he knew this was bad.

Edwin falls back in his chair and clamors to his feet with only one thing in mind. Escape. One last look behind him proves fatal as his personal pussy platter also sprouted the pink mucous tentacles. One forces itself down his gullet as the other unfastens his trousers and latches on his swollen penis.

Laying in pain as the monstrosity sucked him dry. Edwin had only one thought.

'Whatever this is, it knows how to suck a dick.'

May 15, 2014

The Feasts of Saint Anne by @robertstava

The Feasts of Saint Anne: A Hudson River Horror Story

Author: Robert J. Stava
Publisher: Deathwatch Books
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Welcome back to the village of Wyvern Falls, here along the Hudson in that sleepy region with the witching influence in the air. This second novel in the 'Hudson Horror Series', 'The Feast of Saint Anne' brings you not one but four terrifying tales of the supernatural set in their yearly carnival:
In "The Red Baron's Daughter" two boys get more history than they bargained for when a Fortune Teller draws them into the web of a monster with its origins in the deadly skies of the Western Front, circa 1918.

With 'The Lonely Dancers' an upcoming band finally show up for their gig - thirty years after they were killed in a tragic accident. Will local musician Nick Carr unravel this murder mystery or is he doomed to relive their tale?

"Lorenzo King and the Dunderberg Imp" takes a new spin on an old Washington Irving classic when a failing New York media hound finds himself in the worst, and deadliest, assignment of his life. But can he outwit this much nastier version of Irving's river goblin and show everyone who the King really is?

And in the final tale, "Hey Dummy!" local Art Director Jim Franks and his girlfriend cross paths with what appears to be an old-fashioned vaudeville act. Only neither ventriloquist nor dummy are what they seem and the answer to their awful secret lies over sixty years in the past with a New Guinea witch doctor.

"The Feast of Saint Anne" is my first foray into the author's work and I'm impressed. The second entry in the 'Hudson Horror Series' features for tales all based around the small town of Wyvern Falls and the yearly carnival. At a glance this quaint town seems picturesque, but behind the facade lies sinister forces.

The Red Baron's Daughter
"He pulled the Mauser out of its holster, unclicked the safety and chambered the first round. It still felt old and ugly and heavy in his hand."

The first tale oozes the youthful energy of childhood. But things aren't so happy, when a group of kids visit the fortune teller and unleash an ancient nemesis that is set on consuming them. Detective Easton is soon called out of retirement to help the local authorities with a missing child. His revelations send him face to face with a force of evil never experienced before.

"Hissing like snakes, unblinking eyes the color of spoiled eggs."

The Lonely Dancers
"All that remained were pieces of old furniture. Each with an episode, a story. Now mute and lifeless."

Nick is in a funk. Just out of a relationship, he struggles over his ex and living up to his father's expectations. At the carnival, he is blown away by a band called 'The Lonely Dancers'. The night is soon ruined by his ex's new boyfriend. The next day he spies a guitar in the window of the pawn shop. It's eerily similar to that used by the band and he knows he must own it. Upon the acquisition of the guitar he is plunged head first into the life of a rockstar filled with love, sex, and danger.

May 14, 2014

Week 3 of Hellraiser Month - Cliff Wallace Interview May15th @WithoutYourHead

Banner by Nasty Neal @WithoutYourHead
This month the Without Your Head crew will focus on Hellraiser. Offering up interviews from the three original Cenobites and other things all related to the awesome movie Hellraiser.

This week the crew interviews Cliff Wallace. Noted for his work on the effects in Hellraiser and Hellbound including Frank's rebirth, Channard's death, Hellbound's Butterball and Chatterer redesign, a cut scene showing Chatterer's origins and much more.

He has also worked on many films such as World War Z, Hellboy 2, Waxwork the 28 Days Later franchise, Dr.
Who series and many more.

The interview and much more live Thursday May 15 @9PM EST 6PM PST. Call in live via: 1 (508) 413-3144 or Skype-WithoutYourHead

If you can't call in join in the chat as the show goes on over at the WYH Facebook Group or you can download the podcast WITHIN 48 HOURS OF THE LIVE SHOW.

Be sure to check out last weeks hilarious 2-hour interview with Simon Bamford(actor who played cenobite Butterball)

May 10, 2014

The End of All Things by @LissaBryan

The End of All Things

Author: Lissa Bryan
Publisher: The Writer’s Coffee Shop
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Format: E-book

Carly Daniels struggles to survive in Juneau after a virus outbreak sweeps the world. Along with Sam, a wolf pup she rescued, they live day to day in a small apartment scrounging daily to get buy. The arrival of a stranger, Justin , forces Carly to face the facts and leave the comfort of her home. Through their journey they face trials and tribulations that test their very fabric, but through it all they remain strong and discover things about each other that they never knew possible.

At its core, “The End of All Things” is a post-apocalyptic story with the focus being directed on the characters, their relationships, and how they deal with the day to day survival as the world crashes around them.

The author crafts a well woven plot with realistic and down to earth characters. Carly, Justin, and the other characters introduced feel genuine and were easy for me to relate and side with. While the gore is at a minimum and the scare factor isn’t standard of what I usually read, I found the story engaging and entertaining.

If you are looking for a gore laced scary filled read then I recommend you give it a pass, but if you want to read a quality post-apocalyptic tale with a good plot and characters then pick this up.

This review was originally published at Invincible Love of Reading