Something bad happened last night. My best friend Posey is dead. The police think it was a tragic accident. I know she was murdered.I’ve woken up with the hangover from hell, a stranger in my bed, and I’ve gone viral for the worst reasons.There’s only one thing stopping me from dying of shame. I need to find a killer.But after last night, I can’t remember a thing…

Meet Kitty Collins.FRIEND. LOVER. KILLER.He was following me. That guy from the nightclub who wouldn’t leave me alone.I hadn’t intended to kill him of course. But I wasn’t displeased when I did and, despite the mess I made, I appeared to get away with it.That’s where my addiction started…I’ve got a taste for revenge and quite frankly, I’m killing it.

My name is Kitty Collins and I’m a serial killer.I don’t want to kill. It’s just so hard to resist. Some men really, really deserve it.Men like Blaze Bundy, an anonymous influencer spreading misogyny online. He’s making it very hard for me to control my murderous urges.Meanwhile I’m in the South of France to watch my mother marry a man I’ve never met. I should be drinking cocktails and focusing on my tan, not plotting a murder.But a woman’s work is never done. Surely one more teensy little kill wouldn’t hurt, would it?