Codie Crowley is making slut crowns and we are so here for it
Wolfe & Kron Books welcomes Horror author and OG Jersey Girl, Codie Crowley, from her lair in Salem, Massachusetts, for an evening of 'not your final girl' craftiness.
While chatting all things Horror, we'll be making the most fabulous of all Slut Crowns –nothing demure here, no indeed! Each of us will be starting with an extremely classy metallic foam crown, then adding our personal flair using sparkly gems and jewels, metallic markers, and additional bits and bobs.
PLUS the first 50 to sign up will get one a Coral Cove Motel key!
Books will be available to purchase and to have signed by the author.
ALL BLOOD MUST STAY INSIDE SKIN
DRESS TO IMPRESS
ABOUT CODIE CROWLEY:
Codie Crowleyis the author of Here Lies a Vengeful Bitch and a lifelong teller of ghastly tales. As a child she once told a story at a slumber party that was so scary it caused mass hysteria in her tiny hometown—and she's been chasing that high ever since. When she isn't writing chilling fiction, she's usually out looking for ghosts in Salem, Massachusetts, where she lives with her husband, their cat, and a collection of creepy dolls. Find her online at CodieCrowley.com, on TikTok and Instagram @Spirit.Bored, and on YouTube @CodieCrowley
ABOUT BODY COUNT:
Three wishes.
One prom queen celebrating at the Jersey Shore, and one monster who will keep killing until her wishes are paid for.
From the virally popular author of Here Lies a Vengeful Bitch, a queer feminist YA horror/slasher novel perfect for fans of You're Not Supposed to Die Tonight.
“A terrifying twist on prom.” —People
“Thank you for the nightmares!” —Veronica Bane, USA Today bestselling author of Difficult Girls
Seven years ago, Sundae Valentine made a deal with a monster she met at the bottom of a motel pool. She didn’t know the wishes he offered had a price—or that the third wish, the one she still hasn’t made, will cost her life.
Back then, she barely escaped Wildwood alive. Now, the cheerleaders and football players are headed to the Jersey Shore for prom weekend—leaving Sundae no choice but to return to the scene of her sun-bleached nightmares.
Sundae tries to forget, throwing herself into the rides on the pier, the tequila-fueled dance parties, and the guitar-strumming girl she can’t quite look away from. She hopes the beast has forgotten, too.
But there are eyes like silver coins watching from the shadows, and teeth like a rusty saw glinting in the light of the boardwalk. Because Sundae still owes a debt. And whatever it takes, whoever he has to kill, this time the monster's determined to collect.