Snuff (The Smalls Family II) by Ash Ericmore
Daniel Smalls got the nickname Snuff by being really fucking good at killing people. Guy’s an encyclopaedia of death. He’s having a pint in his local. Hooks up with a chick called Megan.
Turns out there’s more to Megan than meets the eye.
Then everything goes to shit—the fucking Eastern Europeans are suddenly involved, and some poor bloke is tied to the bed in the middle of it all, completely unaware of, well, any of it, to be honest.
But Daniel can keep calm. Carry on. And fuck up some shit. They messed with the wrong Small.
Seven brothers. Seven Smalls. Graphic content. Consider this a trigger warning for just about everything.
Snuff... 'Nuff Said
After reading the first Smalls book I jumped feet first into this one like I was curb stomping some wanker who'd been giving it all that... which was quite appropriate considering the ultra-violence being amped up double-time-and-a-half in this instalment; the claret doesn't just FLOW, it PISSES in every direction like a dog with two dicks and a nasty kidney infection. More!
“So, Urethra- “.
Book two we meet Daniel. Still more to go with this series but so far Daniel is my favorite brother. I liked some of the unique kills in this one. The things he uses to off the victims was funny along with the nicknames he gave them. “So, Urethra- “.
You're killing me Smalls!!
I'm giving this five stars simply for the one kill that is so unique and a big I can't believe he did that! moment. Ok well two kills that were absolutely amazing. I'm really loving the Smalls family. I want to be their sister.
A very fun series full of goodness for the whole family...the Smalls family. But still, family. I'm a big fan of the way Ash constructs a story and then just blasts right through it. Well done.
Whisking Up Some Murder
The second installment of Ash Ericmore's Smalls Family series is somehow more engaging and intense than the first. Previously introduced to Edward Smalls as he experiences some peculiar circumstances in his attempt to produce a snuff film for a client, we're now introduced to Daniel Smalls. Daniel's nickname, Snuff, has nothing to do with the sort of films his brother was making, but is rather because he is really good at killing people. By the time you've finished reading Snuff, you'll be convinced that he's earned the nickname. The Smalls family is a dangerous group, for sure, and Daniel is almost frighteningly competent and nonchalant about taking lives. The story begins with Daniel having drinks with Megan, a woman he suspects might be into him. There's no reason to suspect things will go sideways, but they certainly do. All Daniel knows is that it has something to do with his brother, Michael, and Eastern Europeans. The killings are fantastic in this story. It's a short thing, but Ericmore packs so much graphic violence and death into these pages that it'll feel like it has to be a much larger work. Megan's fate leaves a reader feeling gutted and there's a particular death of one of our Eastern European antagonists that will really fuck with your head. You have to check this shit out!