A Sledge Jackson Supernatural Explosion
1975. South Central LA. The music is hot, the velvet is smooth, and the locals have fangs.
When a terrified Beverly Hills heiress runs into the second-story office of private investigator Sledge Jackson, she brings a blood-soaked nightmare straight to his doorstep. She's on the run from the Velvet Syndicate, a ruthless outfit whose enforcers don't just rule the night. They feed on it.
Inside the Climax Lounge, a velvet-walled R&B club, Sledge finds a kingpin with a taste for blood, a crew of killers, and a nightclub full of people who might not make it to sunrise. Backed by his lethal crew, including Ricky Lee, a lightning-fast martial artist, and Oklahoma Bones, a disgraced archaeologist with a taste for the forbidden, Sledge is heading into a fight where the dead have all the advantages.
The vampire king has a mansion, an army, and a 44 Magnum-sized problem with Sledge Jackson.
The doors are chained shut. The clock is running. And the disco ball is about to drop.
THEN THE ACTION MOVES TO THE AMAZON JUNGLE.
August 1975. The Los Angeles heat is brutal, but Sledge Jackson has bigger problems than the weather. A woman in a white linen suit arrives with cash and a missing-father mystery that leads straight into the jungle.
Waiting out there are ghosts, a missing scientist, and a Nazi mastermind with plans that should have died with the Third Reich. Add cybernetic gorillas, miniguns, and enough firepower to turn an expedition into a massacre, and Sledge has found himself in a war he never signed up for.
He's got a .44, a bad attitude, and a long way to go before he gets home.
TWO EXPLOSIVE ADVENTURES. ONE HARD-BOILED SON OF A GUN. ZERO CHANCE OF A QUIET NIGHT.
If you love 1970s exploitation cinema, grindhouse crime, supernatural horror, and action that never knows when to quit, Sledge Jackson is waiting.
THE UNDEAD DRESS BETTER THAN YOU. THE JUNGLE PLAYS FOR KEEPS. SLEDGE JACKSON DOESN'T BACK DOWN.