Kyle M Scott

Razorblade Candies Kyle M Scott

'Horror of the most supreme form, that will stay with you for a long long time.' - CONFESSIONS OF A REVIEWERFor the first time, compiled for Kindle and print, comes Kyle M. Scott's notorious Razorblade Candies. Three novellas, suitable for only the hardiest horror readers. Depraved, sinister and gleefully perverted, these explorations into man's darkest impulses will shock, offend and terrify. Included in Volume 1: LOVE LIES DEADPaul loves Jane with his whole heart. In his eyes, she's perfection personified. When Jane is cruelly cut down in the prime of her life, Paul is devastated. Facing the world alone, he's falling into a pit of misery he may never get out of alive. But Paul has a plan...a way to mend his broken heart and put things right. It's going to require a touch of courage and the cover of night. Not to mention a little bending of the rules, a little determination... And a lot of digging... VHS The year is 1986, and twelve year old Iain has been hearing things in the playground...things that make his mouth run dry and his heart race a whole lot faster. He's been hearing about some very adult video tapes. Movies where the women are completely naked, and where they do things on film that a boy wouldn't believe. He's a good kid, but the temptation is too strong to resist. Iain's going hunting for the key to his manhood, but Iain is about to find out that some secrets are so terrible, so unimaginable, that to learn them is to not only lose one's innocence, but one's very soul. Don't press play... THE WILDAmber used to love the wild. It had always felt like home. Now, that's all changed. After being knocked unconscious and abducted during a camping trip in the Californian Redwoods, she's found herself tied to a tree, bleeding, hungry and facing three deranged, filthy perverts with a mind for torment. But that's not the worst thing about Amber's day, and rednecks aren't the worst thing a girl can encounter in the wilds. There's something else out there in the woods. Something more terrifying than any redneck. Something that only comes at night. And it's getting near dark...