After reading “Paperbacks from Hell”, I found some of them were in eBook format. Some of those story concepts sounded too intriguing not to pick up. This book was written about modern vampires in New York. Yes, I know I just said I don’t like vampires, but this has to do with strippers and peep shows and the seedy NYC setting of the eighties.

It’s classic horror pulp, full of terror, horror, and gross-out. The kind of stuff Stephen King started out with. And I loved reading about classic New York when Times Square was full of peepshows and bums, not immigrants in Elmo costumes. The problem is you can’t talk about vampires in modern times. Too many advancements negate their existence–blood banks, constant surveillance, forensics. And to be brutal, their kills have to be sloppy. Detecting a vampire would be as easy as finding a superhero’s secret identity. They would have to organize like mob, which they kinda do in this book.

I got what I expected–a pulpy horror novel about vampires. The problem is, vampires aren’t scary to me. They’re monsters, but monsters with too many weaknesses. So steer clear if you have no interest in them. ( )

Davey's a sad sack
gets dick chomped by a vampire
goes begging for more. ( )

This was an extremely fun and exciting book to read. The story gets moving pretty early on and doesn't let up. This is one of those books where you don't want to put it down and before you know it, a couple hours are past and you are almost finished.

Davey Owen is having a hard Monday. After his girlfriend leaves him and work treats him as crap, he steps outside to get some fresh air. Before he knows it, Davey is enticed to visit a peep show labeled as Live Girls. And thus starts a new level of having a hard day as Davey finds himself sucked into a world of vampires.

Yeah, if you try explaining the book as "vampire strippers", it sounds really corny. But the story is very well thought out and mature. The characters are interesting, flawed and engaging. And it is a nice modern twist on the vampire mythos. You might think that you've had enough of vampires but you should give this a try. You'll like it. ( )

This is a book that's stuck in the back of my mind for almost thirty years. I remember being intrigued by a review in Twilight Zone Magazine back in the day, but I never did find a copy until now.* One of those holy grail books. The book was considered pretty extreme for its time, but realizing that things have gone much further since then (and also that my interests and tastes weren't quite the same as when I was a teenager) I kept my expectations low, and I enjoyed the book. It's about a man who, after losing his live-in girlfriend, decides to visit a strip club and gets a little more than he expected. The book chronicles Danny's gradual descent into vampirism and also a reporter's quest for the truth about his sister's murder. You can guess that these two things are related.

*Leisure Books reprinted it many years later but it had a hideous cover and I refused to purchase it. ( )

I hope I don't offend anyone with this review, but here it goes.
Let me start by saying, I loved this book, and I am going to read the sequel for sure.
Now to get down to the nitty gritty: This is my version of a trashy sleazy beachy speed read book.
I could have read this in one gulp while laying out in the sun, or perhaps on an airplane.
Instead I powered through it in 2 nights, last night being wide awake at 2am blatantly refusing to put it down.
Its a story! Plain and simple and down to the guts, it is an easy breezy BAD romance novel with GORE instead of glitter. There is no stylistic writing that hurts your brain to decipher, no metaphors or anything to hurt your brain meats.
So, when I say trashy and sleazy, I mean there are some raunchy porn scenes that are pretty intense and bound to make you uncomfortable in public. I sometimes need a reprieve from the heavy stuff I normally need. And this was pure unalderated Fun, with a capital F.
I enjoyed it, and that being said: it is not for everyone.
I am basically a reformed sewer rat. I do have supreme taste in literature, BUT I still can't help running straight back down to the sewer sometimes. I need my fix.
This is identical to those 2-3am Taco Bell trips after a long night of drinking and dancing. Disgusting, but at the time: it is pure EXTACY. ( )