Owen is getting old. Grey hairs are appearing where once there were none. Oh, and he has a penchant for murdering much younger women. Much. Younger. He’s got a neat little body disposal route and everything. When he meets Emma, gets her nice and wasted and begins his routine, everything goes wrong. Grossly and disgustingly wrong. Now he’s stuck with a ghost. Or a demon. Or possibly a figment of his imagination. But whatever it is, it’s being a nuisance. It wants him to kill. It wants to have sex with him. It’s all very confusing. Full of murder, sex, cheap wine, and shopping trollies, Flesh and Pleasure is an extreme horror novella with some tremendously nauseating acts in it. Painted with the blackest of humour, it’s not for everyone. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.