Coffee and Blood: “Love Letters Between the Dead”

What do you do when all nine of your dead wives start sending you love letters? You run towards hell – because it will be a lot quieter there then it is here!

A series of five erotica horror novels recounting the adventures, horrors, and tragedies of Jefferson Milton Davis, “Coffee and Blood” are based on the private and personal diaries of Jefferson Milton Davis, and covers his first 756 years of life as an angel, demon, vampire, ghost, mystic, musician, and author. After that…no one is really certain.The first series of books: “Love Letters Between the Dead” are a history of the thoughts, words, and deeds of love, never consummated, between Jefferson Milton Davis and his nine dead wives. Women he had never met in life, but grew to love and honor and worship in death. And death is where he finally joined them, and where they are finally together.

“Real women: They mate savagely, and forever”.

During the course of his many life, Jefferson discovers his own history, his own ancestry, including the fact that is own Mom is playing both sides against the middle. She is God, and She is also the Devil.

To quote Jefferson: “God is Love – and she charges by the hour”.

Book One: “The Dead Have Needs Too”
Book Two: “A Man must have his Women to love without limits,
or he dies”
Book Three: “What woman is not perfect, when she is raw,
hot, and naked?”
Book Four: “Without tears, there can be no future”
Book Five: “If she’s invisible, isn’t every woman beautiful?”

Notes from my Grave:
I never intended to do this.
And then, she was gone, and I had all these letters, from me, and from her, and I felt I had to do something.
Something that would make her memorable.
Not to me.
Sadly, I will never be able to forget her, even though that would be my only wish in this life.
I wish I had never known her.
I wish I had turned a corner somewhere else, and had never sat at that particular table, at that particular café, at that particular moment in my life.
I would give anything to forget her.
And I will love her forever.

From the diaries of
Jefferson Milton Davis

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