Dead Heart

By Brandon Ford

How much would you pay for a night of passion with your favorite celebrity?

After her untimely passing, the body of a world-renowned actress falls into the hands of an unscrupulous restorative artist. Using the funeral home in which he works as a den of sexual depravity, he auctions off a once in a lifetime opportunity with one of Hollywood’s most beloved starlets.

One bidder, however, has something else on his mind.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brandon Ford
• Release date: Apr 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476367507

Brandon Ford

Brandon Ford (b. 1981 - ) is an American author of horror and suspense fiction. To date, he has written 3 novels (CRYSTAL BAY, SPLATTERED BEAUTY, and PAY PHONE) and a collection of short stories (DECAYED ETCHINGS). He has also contributed to several genre anthologies, including: CREEPING SHADOWS (a collection of three short novels), THE DEATH PANEL, SINISTER LANDSCAPES, MADE YOU FLINCH, and RAW: BRUTALITY AS ART. He currently resides in Philadelphia.

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DEAD HEART

By Brandon Ford

Copyright 2012 Brandon Ford

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The stench of chemicals hung strong in the air—so strong that Carl found it painful to breathe. Adjusting the strap on his bloodstained apron, he reached for the surgical mask. Sweat trickled from his pores and he used his forearm to wipe away the moisture. The hard part was long over and the various bottles had been placed back on the shelves some time ago, but that powerful smell remained swimming and swirling in the air. Slipping the mask over his face, his nose and mouth now concealed, he breathed in deep. He stared down at the corpse lying still on the slab. She must’ve been something else once upon a time. He could see it. A real beauty. She wasn’t pretty anymore. Carl reached for a tube of lipstick and pressed it to her cold, stiff lips. The color wouldn’t stay. He rubbed harder, deeper until the refreshing pink washed away the lifeless blue.

There, he said softly to himself. That’s better. He smiled.

Footsteps started down the stairs and into the room. Xavier, clad in one of his many Armani