Y’ALL! Slay Ride is the kind of Christmas story that jingles… then stabs. 🎄🔪 Christmas Eve, snow crunching under boots, cocoa still warm—enter the Kris Kringle Killer, hunting his final victim like it’s an advent calendar from hell. And Holly Woods? Oh she’s not just a final girl, she’s a fight back, bite back, set-the-house-on-fire-if-needed girl. 💅🔥
The twist absolutely slayed me: the killer grew up in her house. Same walls. Same creaky floors. Same hiding spots. That detail alone sent chills straight down my spine because suddenly the house isn’t cozy—it’s a weapon. Olivia Dunkley’s writing is sharp, fast, and wickedly fun, balancing tension with snarky inner monologue and cinematic pacing. Every scene feels tight, intentional, and deliciously unhinged. It’s brutal, clever, and wildly entertaining—like Home Alone if Kevin snapped and Santa was feral. 🎅❌
Holiday horror perfection. Naughty list approved. Read it with the lights on. 😌✨