The Serial Killers Club

“Just a place for serial killers to come and go, to reveal their stories, and to get off on knowing like-minded psychopaths. Hey, it’s like all minority groups—there really is nowhere to meet these days.”

When our unlikely hero stumbles into the path of a serial killer, he has no choice but to defend himself—and ends up killing the killer. Shocked by his own strength, he then goes through the dead man’s wallet and finds the damnedest thing: a personal ad inviting the killer to join a party hosted by Errol Flynn. Errol Flynn? Isn’t he dead?

What begins with passing curiosity soon becomes uncontrollable obsession, forcing our hero to fly to Chicago to join the party. From the moment he steps into Grillers and meets eighteen “skillers”—serial killers, to the uninitiated—his life is never the same. Their name: the Serial Killers Club. Their game: to share the thrill of the hunt and to make sure no two members target the same two victims. With the monikers of old Hollywood stars masking the skillers’ identities, their ranks include “William Holden,” “Tallulah Bankhead,” “Richard Burton,” and before long “Douglas Fairbanks Jr.,” our hero himself.

But “Dougie” has no intention of wasting innocent victims. Instead, with a government special agent on his tail, he devises a perfect plan to knock off the members of the club one by one. But what will happen when they notice their numbers dropping? Dougie doesn’t have a MO and he’s not really a bloodthirsty killer. Or is he?

Introducing a brilliant, witty new voice to the world of thrillers, The Serial Killers Club is fresh, frightening, and darkly funny.

In other words, a killer.