It’s day two and time for a book spotlight, for the Dastardly Damsels anthology.
Dastardly Damsels
A transcendental anthology of women in horror, altering all you know by revamping traditional lore while exploring the unfathomable and the obscure.
Prepare yourself for a harrowing journey through Dastardly Damsels, an anthology that redefines horror with a powerful lineup of female authors. This collection dares to explore the darkest corners of the human psyche and the supernatural, presenting a diverse range of chilling narratives that will captivate and unsettle you.
From the Victorian Era’s haunted secrets to futuristic global disasters, Dastardly Damsels serves up an array of stories that blend psychological fear with mythological intrigue. Dive into tales of revenge with a twist, where women wield dark powers and confront terrifying entities, from cannibalistic horrors to vengeful ghosts. Experience the suspense of a secretive stripper turned avenger, a gladiatrix with a taste for brutality, and a peculiar elevator with a sinister personality.
If you’re ready for a blend of suspense and horror narratives that push the boundaries of traditional lore, Dastardly Damsels is your ticket to an unforgettable reading experience.
An Excerpt from Dastardly Damsels and the story “Thy Neighbor” by Nancy Holder
The plotting, the planning, and the learning.
A spell to find the driver who had hit Mark and left him for dead. A spell to kill him. A spell to send the unrepentant murderer’s soul to hell.
She had found Mr. Arnold Bright, who lived next to the Goodes on Leland Street. Now his body was in the morgue, and she was in his house.
But soon he would dwell elsewhere, somewhere horrible, forever.
There was hardly anything in his house—the kitchen counters were barren. There were no pictures on the walls of the family room. Just one easy chair, and a TV. Cursed. Miserable.
Good.
But the next room was busier; there was an old oak dining table piled high with manila folders. She crossed to it and opened the first folder.
Her brother’s smiling face stared up at her from a news clipping about the accident—the crime. Hit and run. Unidentified driver, who took off.
All the clippings, collected in folder after folder. She smiled grimly, glad to see that he had been haunted by what he’d done. That was the curse she had learned for the killer of her brother: that he, or she, shouldn’t have a moment of peace. In his mind’s eye, he’d see the wreck he’d walked away from, the boy whose life he could have saved if he hadn’t so callously fled.
“Good,” she muttered. “I’m glad.” But the second stack of folders was different: they contained pamphlets from Alcoholics Anonymous about taking everything one day at a time. There was a computer chart that told a story of its own: One Day Sober, One Week, One Month, Ninety Days.
A picture of Jesus and a Bible verse:
For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more.
“What the hell?” she muttered.
She slowly sat in the chair Arnold Bright must have sat in. She looked at the clippings, each one. She found part of an email printout:
I have to make amends. It will give the family closure if I come forward.
Book Fair
And to keep on hopping, check out all the participants.
Blog Hop Participants
Be Afraid of the Dark
Frighten Me
An Angell’s Life of Bookish Goodness
Reading Fiction Blog – Paula Cappa
GirlZombieAuthors
Corpse Child’s Sanctuary
M’Habla’s!
Carmilla Voiez British Horror Author
Minnesota (Horror) Nice
Hawk’s Happenings
Rob Read – Author
Be Afraid of the Dark 
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