Chokecherry

Neon, nicotine, and something with claws: an 80s lesbian horror

Stell hunts the men who prey on women. But something in the dark has marked her, and now it's hunting back.

In a south Georgia bar thick with humidity and Spanish moss, Stell pours drinks, keeps her head down, and settles scores the old-fashioned way: with her bare hands around a man's throat. When Lonnie comes to her bruised and bound to a man named Joel, Stell knows exactly what to do about him.

What she can't explain is the thumbprint pressed into the wall of her bar, deliberate as a threat, that returns no matter how many times she scrubs it away. Or Sable: tarot reader, temptation, and human. Mostly. Sable's hand-painted cards know Stell's darkest secret, and their warning is one Stell can't outrun. The door she thought she'd shut never closed. The thing on the other side is already here.

Stell has spent her life making the monsters afraid of her. But the thing that left that thumbprint isn't afraid of anything, and it has already chosen who it wants.