Hot Girls Die First

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.