Deja Seawright has moved to Los Angeles to follow her dreams, flourish and become a “real” actress. As her struggle continues she has a chance encounter with actor Brandon Bowers, whose screen presence is something Deja yearns for. Brandon invites her to his mansion to discuss careers in Hollywood. However, when several surprise guests show up, the motives and intentions of the visit are a disturbing wake-up call within his house of horrors.

Starlet by Danger Slater beckons the call to La La Land, where the paparazzi invade privacy and naive actors and actresses are consumed by Hollywood predators…sometimes literally. Enter Dr. Weldon Fish - Surgeon to the Stars (insert trademark symbol here). “When you need a new nose or a few extra toes, call Dr. Fish and he’ll get you some of those.” Like a berry that needs plucking, Dr. Fish’s “industry” is ready and willing to harvest adrenaline glands, chunks of flesh and that unnatural shiny and smooth plastic looking face.

Danger Slater is an unbridled author that specializes in what I would call bizarre horror. His Hippocratic Oath of ignoring code of ethics and professional writing conduct is what makes him unique and well-worth reading. He leaves the reader a trail of bloody breadcrumbs that directly lead to various nightmarish scenarios. The primal unnatural weirdness within the pages of Starlet teaches us that fear is the most powerful of all emotions.

I’ve been reading Danger Slater for years, and I’m here to say you never know where and when the blindside will come from. He’s as unpredictable as Michael Allen Rose operating a backwoods carnival rollercoaster. It’s impossible to tell when the highs and lows will come, and when the ride will twist and turn drastically. Once the journey is finished and you have loaded your diaper with a brown boom-boom, you will wanna ride again.