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The 12 Terrors of Christmas by Claudette Melanson is on virtual book tour. The horror short stories stop at Readeropolis with an excerpt. ...

The 12 Terrors of Christmas by Claudette Melanson is on virtual book tour. The horror short stories stop at Readeropolis with an excerpt.

Be sure to enter for a chance to win the giveaway for a 12 Terrors FrankenSanta mug or $10 Amazon GC (1 winner each) and follow the Silver Dagger book tour (for other dates see the link at the bottom of the post).

The 12 Terrors of Christmas
by Claudette Melanson
Genre: Horror Short Stories

Award-winning author Claudette Melanson offers eleven new and original stories to make your skin crawl at any time of the year. This horror anthology also includes an original short by Amazon International Best-Selling Author, Lynn Lamb, titled "Bring Me Flesh and Bring Me Wine." A special bonus story is also included by Melanson, "Mislead," previously published only on the Halloweenpalooza blog. Grab a cup of cocoa and make sure the windows and doors are locked tight as you settle in by the fire to enjoy these tales of terror, but be warned...locks have never succeeded at keeping Santa from gaining entry. If you enjoy a slice of horror with your holiday cheer, this collection of Christmas horror shorts will satisfy all your dark cravings during the holidays...and beyond.

Terror One: 

Who is Santa really? Does something sinister lurk beneath the red suit and apple-cheeked visage? More importantly, what does Santa want for Christmas?

Terror Two: 
It is said that every wish bears a cost...even a wish of good intent. What do Detective Talbot and his son, Mallory, stand to lose when the pair seek to right a wrong on Christmas Eve?

Terror Three: 
Christmas can be a time for great joy...but also for heart-wrenching regret. Can the magic of Christmas Eve turn back the clock before time runs out for Morana and her family?

Terror Four: 
Snow falls white and clean, seeming to purify the small town of Moon, Pennsylvania, but the woods behind Vaughn's home have taken on a sinister cast. The snow keeps falling in record-breaking depths, but does evil lay hidden beneath its seemingly-innocent luster? 

Terror Five: 
As his elves scurry to fill the toy orders for the busy season, unknown terror creeps toward the workshop intent on releasing an evil meant to cancel Santa's yearly deliveries forever.

Terror Six:
 A well-meaning elf casts a spell which could inadvertently reveal the dark truth about Santa's workshop and its inhabitants. The world's children may end up paying a terrifying price, proving that the path of good intention oftentimes does indeed lead to hell.

Terror Seven: 
A scary twist on a classic Christmas poem

Terror Eight: 
Santa's sleigh plummets to the ground, tearing all hope of a merry Christmas to bits and pieces. Will the elves be able to employ enough magic to stitch together some sort of solution? Or will their efforts only deliver greater horror and loss?

Terror Nine:
 Trinette is preparing to celebrate her first Christmas in love. Her boyfriend says he found the perfect gift for her, but beneath the shiny red paper and ribbon lies a secret he's kept hidden during all the months of their courtship...

Terror Ten:
 The world's population explosion means business is booming at Santa's workshop, with the need to expand making a difficult excavation below the permafrost necessary. But the elves should use caution lest they dig up an evil best left buried.

Terror Eleven:
 A special holiday treat for Maura DeLuca fans! Riptide ended on a happy note, but how did Maura's extended family celebrate Christmas? Could it be that the holiday didn't quite play out the way the vampires planned?

Terror Twelve:
 It's a dangerous time to call oneself a non-believer. Those who scoff at Santa's existence are melting all over the world. But could the benevolent head elf turn out to be the murderer?

Vampires, ghosts, demons, elves, werewolves, serial killers and a rampaging Krampus are just a few of the monsters creeping amongst the pages of The 12 Terrors of Christmas. Are you brave enough to venture inside to experience the flip side of the typical Hallmark-themed Christmas?

Claudette Melanson writes dark fantasy, horror and children’s books in Kitchener, Ontario with seven bun babies at her side: Tegan, Pepper, Butters, Beckett, Sansa, Daenerys & Caramel. She graduated from Indiana University of Pennsylvania with a BA in English, BS in English Education and an MA in Literature. Harboring a deep admiration of vampires since the age of five left her with the desire to eventually become one, and now fuels the creation of her favorite paranormal characters. She hopes to one day work full time as an author, since there are many, many stories playing out inside her head.

In her very scant spare time, she enjoys watching Japanese Anime and reading vampire stories...along with other genres of great fiction, as well as riding every roller coaster she encounters in both her hometown and away at signings. An advocate for good health and ketogenic eating, her favorite foods are bulletproof coffee, cashew-flour crust pizza and treats made with xylitol and almond, coconut or cashew flours.

Future dreams include a cabin boasting a roaring fire, isolated inside a snow-filled wood in the Yukon—the perfect writing spot—and the completion of dozens of future novels and stories. A Rabbit Rescue fanatic and loving bunmom, she also hopes to help rescues all over the world save many innocent lives.

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I felt a gentle shake—one accompanied by the jingle of silver bells. I knew they’d be silver because they had been every year before.
“Merry Christmas, Willa.”
His voice, which carried with the depth of the cold night sky, carried my sleeping brain the tiny stretch needed to break free from slumber’s hold. “Santa!” I hurled my pajama-clad body into his arms.
“Shhh, Little One, we do not want to wake your parents, now, do we?” I shook my head in answer, keeping my voice locked inside.
That year marked my tenth Christmas, and on every year I could remember, Santa had come to visit me, waking me in the middle of the night so he could personally wish me Merry Christmas. I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone at school or even Mommy or Daddy, but I didn’t mind. Most kids my age didn’t believe in Santa anymore, but I knew better. When one of the boys on the playground made fun of the younger kids for writing letters to the North Pole, I could giggle behind my mittened hand, secure in the knowledge they were wrong. I’d always imagined those kids must have been very naughty during their brief lives since Santa had failed to reveal himself to them. Sometimes, I gave the younger believers a knowing wink, as they obviously shared the same special relationship with the man in the red suit as I.
“Did you get my letter, Santa?”
“I did, Willa. Let me see; you asked for one last doll this year, is that correct?”
I could feel joy animate my face, my cheeks aching with the magnitude of my smile. “Yes, please! Mommy said this would probably be the last year for dolls since I’m getting older.”
“Always so polite, Willa. I delight in bringing you whatever your heart desires. Your mother is wrong, however. A girl never grows too old for dolls.”
“We don’t?” I felt confusion push its way into my expression. Mommy had told me when I made my Christmas list I had nearly outgrown them.
“I know many girls who continue to receive a special doll at every occasion…not just for Christmas. Someday, you will have a doll unlike any other for every Christmas the world knows.”
“Every Christmas of the world? But someday I’ll get old and die. Will you bring me dolls to Heaven?”
“That should be completely unnecessary, My Dear.” It must have been snowing outside, because the finger he touched to my nose was cold, even through the layer of red mitten. “Now, Willa, do you have something for me?”
In my house, my dad ate the cookies and drank the milk. Santa didn’t desire those offerings. I smiled up at him and laid my hand, its pale surface seeming to glow in the dimly-lit room, in the soft chill of his mitten.


  1. Best of luck with the book and book tour! I've included the tour in the Tuesday, Jul. 03, 2018 edition of The Horror Fiction Weekly Reader:

  2. I enjoyed getting to know your book and thanks for the chance to win :)

  3. I've included the tour in the Tuesday, Jul. 10, 2018 edition of The Horror Fiction Weekly Reader:

  4. This looks awesome. Fits the genre really well and I look forward to it.


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