AUTHOR: MATT SHAW – Author’s Books HERE

IS THIS SERIES COMPLETE? Yes!

GENRE: (You Can Click On Each Genre To Find More In That Category)  Erotic, Dark, Potential Triggers, Zombies, Horrotica, Splatterpunk, Necrophilia, Mental Illness, Apocalypse, Psychopath

TITLE: ROTTING DEAD F*CKS

SERIES: ROTTING F*CKS, Book 1

PAGES:  172

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AMAZON: HERE

 

MY STAR RATING

4/5

SYNOPSIS

WARNING: This is an extreme horror novel. There are sexually explicit scenes, along with numerous gory (or just downright) disturbing sections which some people may find shocking and offensive. If of a sensitive nature, please do not purchase this book. It is intended for a mature audience only.

One Psychopath, one Doctor, one Father, a f*ck load of rotting dead f*cks and one Hell of a couple of days.

Told through the eyes of the three mains characters trying to survive the first few days of an unknown outbreak – only one thing is guaranteed: This is Matt Shaw at his darkest and most depraved.

Well, well, well. This is interesting, lol!

This is the first time I’ve read anything by Matt Shaw and I gotta say…it was kinda refreshing and very enjoyable…(not sure that these are really appropriate words to use but I’m going with it).

It’s not the way I would normally describe an extremely dark and fucked up horror novel but I say it like I see it.

It’s different from my usual dark & erotic books and I think I just needed something a little…off, to freshen up my wee twisted brain cells.

I feel that with the inevitable zombie apocalypse coming one day (stop laughing! It’s gonna happen!) this is invaluable advice from Ted.

Don’t look back. Don’t go back for those who have fallen or been left behind. Don’t put ourselves in the bite zone. Just fucking run.

And when the main character starts off with this wee gem

 “It wasn’t the first time I had heard voices in my head.” 

You know shit’s about to go down. 

And then when you realise these voices are telling him to fuck the smelly, rotten zombies I was like “Alllllrighty then” (< insert Jim Carey voice here, lol)

TED

Wow….Ted. Where do I start with you, huh? Bro…you got issues.

Initially, I kinda liked him, fucked up wee man that he was, he was entertaining and I was morbidly curious as to what he was going to do next. 

Like watching a train crash and knowing your going to see things you can never unsee but not being able to look away.

But then I was like “Nooooo, I was wrong about Ted. So wrong.”

Also, not sure what to think of myself after realising that I am more upset over the racism in this book than I am about the violence, rape and mental illness…but that’s a battle for another day.

Anyway, onward to the story!

Basically, it’s the zombie apocalypse (I’m tellin’ ya, it’s coming! Mark my words) and it hit sudden and hard.

People be out there chompin’ oan a buddy and it really is survival of the fittest and meanest.

In the beginning, Ted is in therapy, which is a really good thing because bro…

And even the therapist is uncomfortable around him. 

It’s almost as though he isn’t here to get ‘fixed’ as he initially put it, on our first meeting, but rather to brag and sound off about his violent fantasies.[…]Another session wasted listening to how he likes to follow pretty, young girls whilst playing rape scenarios out in his head. And they don’t think he is a danger to anyone. Who are they kidding?  In my professional opinion – it is only a matter of time before he takes his first steps into acting upon his wants.

So now that you get a picture of what Ted is like we can talk about the rest of the characters.

You get the story from a few different perspectives and although they seem completely separate they all tie up rather cleverly in the end.

There was one in particular that actually made me a little emotional *gasps in shock*.

I know, right!!? Since when do I get emotional???

I’m not going to say why because it’ll give it away but I will say this: I would likely do exactly what that father did if we were in the same situation.

It was such an unusual thing to feel ‘refreshed’ by this book while it has such dark and violent content.

And that content includes:

Rape, murder, extreme gore, violence, zombies, a racist character, panic, a wee touch of necrophilia and mental illness.

In short, it was brutal but totally worth a read.

DARK & FUCKED UP SCENES

!!*TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THE FOLLOWING EXCERPT**!!

Guys, I was snorting and gagging at the same time and anyone who can make me do that has a rare and unique talent…and a seriously fucked up mind. *fist bumps Matt* Fam!

So PSA: If you don’t like gory shit then do NOT read this book, lol.

I’ll give you a wee teaser to see if ye can handle it, ok?

My body knew it wanted this before my brain did – not that my brain was that far behind… I freed my penis before I reached the dead girl. I reached down to her and pulled at her legs, dragging her away from Colin. With him so close, watching, I felt weirded out. Not sure I could have maintained an erection with him there – practically breathing on us (so to speak). I opened her legs and was hit with another waft of rotten cunt. Not enough to put me off. It’s a shame she is contaminated with whatever the fuck poisons them. I could sure do with a juicy taste of pussy right about now; a long time since I had tasted such goodness. I pulled her knickers down and all thoughts of licking her soon evaporated from my mind. Not surprising considering the black tar- like ooze dripping from her vagina; the same stuff which pissed from her mouth when I withdrew the blade of the machete from her pretty little head. “Just think of it as lubrication,” she said. She rubbed her clitoris with one hand (in my mind) and took a hold of my penis with her other hand (again, in my mind). She didn’t hesitate in guiding me in. Damn soft. Wet. Surprisingly warm despite the look of her suggesting she’d been dead for more than a few days. Fuck. They should bottle this shit and sell it via online sex shops. That is, after they’ve figured out how to get the Internet back online again. Priorities and all that. “How is it?” she purred. “Fucking good.” I couldn’t contain my excitement as I started to build into a steady rhythm. To think, after I had killed her, I had collapsed with tiredness. Must be having my second wind. “What about you?” I asked her. “Good?”“The best,” she smiled at me with her dead face. I looked down at my cock as it pushed in and pulled out of her sopping cunt. Strings of black tar clinging to it. In my mind it wasn’t black tar or anything as sick. In my mind it was her juicy cunt batter sticking to my cock. I couldn’t contain myself and withdrew quickly before I moved down her body until I was mouth to pussy. My brain was screaming ‘no’ somewhere inside but my body (my tongue in particular) chose to ignore it and I found myself greedily lapping at her sour milk despite a gagging reflex. Don’t care. So fucking horny and so… I stopped. My tongue was numb. Numb, that is, other than a strange tingling sensation as though it were trying to wake up. A burning feeling scalding the back of my throat. Eyes and nose streaming. What the fuck is this?

Final thoughts on ROTTING DEAD F*CKS by Matt Shaw

Well, it was disgusting, perverted, sick, disturbing, depraved, atrocious, violent, gag-inducing and so, so wrong…which means I loved it, lol.

If you have a rock-solid stomach and no morals, dig in my pretties!

4 Stars

Thank you for reading!

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