Title: Necromantic Encounter
Author: Sakura Von Sternberg
Genre: Horror/Erotica “Horrorotica”
Heat Level: 3 out of 4 flames
Overall Star Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
Reviewed by: Naughty Book Snitch Alana
Read Alana’s Goodreads review here.
He thought it was the perfect crime. When Jack—a self-professed “bluebeard” and murderer of women—finally disposed of his obscenely rich wife, he thought he’d get away with it. He thought she would be just like all the others.
But he was wrong. Dead wrong.
Because unbeknownst to Jack, the specter of his now-deceased wife has risen from her unmarked grave: blood-spattered, brutalized, and ready for revenge. But that’s not all she’s after. This phantom isn’t just out for vengeance. She also hungers for a little… erotic stimulation. Will Jack survive the experience?
Written in the style of a nineteenth-century gothic novel, Necromantic Encounter is guaranteed to titillate and terrify in equal measure!
This 6,400+ word story contains adult material that may not be suitable for all audiences. Recommended only for the strong of heart.
I have to say it IS only for the strong of heart. This is a story which starts off terribly Victorian. The prose is Victorian. The way the narrator speaks is Victorian. I swear I could have been reading a book by one of the Bronte sisters. In the beginning. And then it takes a somewhat abrupt left turn, kind of like this:
Our protagonist is a self-professed “Bluebeard”. He’s killed his wives before, but he swears THIS time he won’t! Reminds me of a certain someone from popular fiction.
So, then of course his independent wife annoys him, and well, he just has to take care of her. This is where the book took the left turn. It’s like… this is the Tell-Tale heart if Poe wrote erotica. This is horror, pure and simple, mixed in with eroticism in a way that made me sit up and take notice. This is the true essence of horrorotica. You’re not supposed to be turned on by it, but you are. My reaction reading it was like this:
I wasn’t sure what kind of face to make! I was in turns horrified and electrified. The book promises thrills and chills, and it delivers. Holy. God. It delivers. I got goosebumps while reading it, and I was glued to each electronic page. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It didn’t quite frighten me… but it was close enough. It wasn’t just the horror aspect, but the attraction to the macabre which hit really close to home. I’m a horror fan, and I often take delight in other things people find gruesome and ghastly, so for me, this was like… an ultimate piece of writing. A… a… weird sort of self-reflection where I looked at the things I like and went, “Yeah… maybe this isn’t quite normal. Or healthy.” The obsession written here is feverish. I cannot stress enough that you leave feeling that you shouldn’t have been aroused, but the only other option was to be scared.
Sakura writes it very much like it needed to be: as a Victorian novel gone horribly wrong. I had just finished reading Kanye West–Reanimator in which the author writes Kanye West into a Lovecraft story, written in the Lovecraftian style, which made me reread some Lovecraft. This is a book that can be shelved right next to Lovecraft without missing a beat. The style is impeccable. The prose is clean (there was one error that I found, but I was so into it I skipped right past it and now I’ve forgotten where it was!). The story is ghoulish and gruesome, but incredibly sexy at the same time. It’s a work of art. It’s the meshing of two things that should not be mixed to make a incredibly beautiful piece of art.
Art. This is art. It takes skill to write something like this, a skill which I admit I’m jealous of. Actually jealous. If you’re into horror, you’ll love it. If you’re into erotica, you’ll… find parts of this uncomfortably arousing. If you are into literature, you’ll find it a fascinating read. The only complaint I have about this book is the cover. It just doesn’t do it justice. I give it 10 out of 10 Bluebeards.