“Something’s moving in the estuary. And it’s hungry.”
Tourists are vanishing. The sea smells wrong. And ex-Royal Marine turned crab fisherman Jack Harwood just hauled up something in his pots that damn near took his arm off.
Welcome to Saltwick Bay — a dying town on the Norfolk coast with too much rust, too much corruption, and way too many crabs. Not the kind you boil and serve with chips — these bastards have armor like tank plating, claws like bolt cutters, and a hive mind that’s evolving faster than you can scream.
There’s a marine biologist who thinks she can explain it. A corrupt mayor who wants to cover it up. And a handful of townsfolk with enough grit, booze, and blunt instruments to make a stand.
But they’re going to learn the hard way — you don’t fight the tide. You bleed in it.
Toxic sludge. Mutated crabs. A seaside siege soaked in saltwater and gore.
This is FEEDING GROUND — pulp horror in the grimy tradition of Guy N. Smith, delivered with claws out and pincers snapping.
Where I’m At (aka, Blood on the Keyboard)
The second and final draft is in progress — and I’m deep in the final stretch. We’re talking guts on the pier, crab legs snapping, deaths piling up. This last pass is all about tightening screws, ratcheting tension, and making sure every chapter ends like a boot to the face.
You can expect:
- Bigger splatter.
- Nastier kills.
- And one Queen Mother crab that’ll haunt your seafood dinners forever.
Release date coming soon — once I finish the final cleanup and shake the sand out of my skull.
While You Wait… Pre-Order ROADKILL GIRLS
If you like your horror fast, filthy, and unapologetic, ROADKILL GIRLS was written for you.
Rev your engines. Sharpen your blades. And pray the desert isn’t listening.
Pre-order now if you haven’t already — and help spread the carnage.
Follow for more crabby updates, behind-the-scenes peeks, and VHS-era gore worship as I roll into a summer of back-to-back grindhouse horror releases.
Stay mean. Stay loud. Stay filthy.
— John