I’m one of those writers who thinks you can’t mix erotica and horror. Both are sensual genres that play with the mind and creep into the reader’s ‘real world,’ but they inspire two different urges. One wants you to slide out from under your comforter and read with one hand and the other wants you to crawl under that same comforter and three of its blanket cousins to hide until daylight. But Darker Edge of Desire is the exception to my rule.
Reading this book is like knocking boots with all the things that go bump in the night — vampires and werewolves, witches and demons, ghosts of lover’s past and even a tormented Poe. The stories making the delicious spirits under the bed and hiding behind curtains buzzy vibrator worthy phenomenon. I’m talking seriously old school gothic, but new and refreshing and original as well.