COMING NOVEMBER 10, 2015
A quaint New England town is thrown into chaos when a serial killer begins targeting the male virgin population of a prestigious private academy. Young, dumb, and horny, the terrified young men begin to scramble to cash in their V-cards before it’s too late.
Soon, a copycat killer emerges, but with an entirely different motive; to target all the girls who’ve already rounded home plate. The popular girls are forced into hiding while their peers swear off boys—at least until the killers are brought to justice.
Mass hysteria ensues as a desperate fight for survival begins. The student population is on their own as an inept faculty launches a campaign to save the school’s reputation. When everyone’s a suspect, trust is a commodity best left for the most intimate of friends.
Killing Boys is a thrilling and sexy throwback to the slasher films of the 90’s, with a comedic stab of dark humor. Recommended for mature readers (16+) due to sexual content, graphic violence, graphic language, offensive dialogue, drug use, and shitty behavior by bratty teenagers in general.
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“All I’m saying is that if you catch me with one of the students." Monica nods her head, and a dreamy smile swims across her lips. "I don’t know, lets say Crash Cooper in the Janitor’s closet after third block, but before fourth, I don’t want to be put in a position where I’m prone to lose my job.”
“If you sleep with the students, you’re fired," Campbell snaps. “Not only will you be fired, but the next person you sleep with is going to be Miss. Manson, your future cellmate, and she’ll have an active outbreak of herpes.”
Monica recoils in her chair, swallowing a visible lump in her throat. “Which kind?”
“You have one of them, you have them all." She shrugs and slaps her hand against the long wooden conference table. "Am I right?”
“Don’t sleep with the students.”BIO
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I, K.B. Nelson, grew up on a farm in Ohio where the cows were soon replaced with an entourage of cats. When I'm not writing, you can find me doing one of two things -- getting lost on highways or getting lost in the lives of fictional characters.
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