The cocktails: strong.
The hookups: messy.
The corpse: a real buzzkill.
Private investigator Verona Montero hikes fifteen kilometers to a cliff-top lodge in the Canadian Badlands to dodge cheating dirtbags and a crush with better abs than boundaries. She expects R&R. Instead, a sex-bomb named Harper turns up planted in the front garden—daisies and all—and a storm turns the only road out into a mud smoothie. With the cops days away, Verona gets promoted to PI-in-residence with a complimentary bar tab and a house full of alibis that smell like last night’s tequila.
The lodge is an adult summer camp for bad decisions: late-night room changes, motives with teeth, and alibis flimsier than a motel towel. When the body count starts flirting with plural, Verona’s strategy is simple—ruin evenings, crack egos, and make the killer sweat through their resort wear. Otherwise her weekend getaway could turn into a permanent check-out.
Hot Girls Die First delivers locked-lodge tension, dirty jokes, and razor-clean clues—Agatha Christie plotting, Janet Evanovich humor, and Elle Cosimano’s Finlay Donovan chaos, all with a foul-mouthed feminist bite.
