This dark, intense mystery would have given me nightmares if I were prone to them. Edna Buchanan, drawing on her own decades as a Pulitzer-winning crime reporter covering Miami’s underbelly, portrays evil here with a chilling edge that lingers long after the last page—more than mildly disturbing, deeply unsettling.
Keppie Hutton despises men, especially those who come on to her. She lures them into the kind of sex they’ve only dreamed of, then ends them brutally: a bullet to the head and another to the testicles, each marked with her lipstick. The press and police quickly nickname her the “Kiss Me Killer,” and she leaves a trail of dead men across Florida.
When crime reporter Britt Montero starts piecing together the pattern, Keppie agrees to answer her questions—but on one condition: no cops. True to form, Britt dives headfirst into the story despite police warnings. They wire her for safety, but Keppie spots the setup, and soon Britt becomes her hostage. Together they roam rural Florida, where the horror escalates. In one harrowing moment, Keppie murders a divorced dad right in front of his four-year-old son—despite Britt’s desperate attempts to shield the child.
The tension during those grueling days, with Britt and the newly fatherless little boy at Keppie’s mercy, had me racing toward the end. It’s too gripping to skip, yet too memorable to shake off easily. Britt’s courage—and her vulnerability—make her the perfect lens for this nightmare.
I’d have gone full five stars if not for an ending that felt extremely contrived to me—things stretch a bit too far, even with full suspension of disbelief. Still, Buchanan’s raw portrayal of a female serial killer and Britt’s fearless plunge into danger make this a standout in the series. If you crave a thriller that doesn’t shy away from the darkness, this one delivers—just know it stands alone well, but it’s best to have read the first five books if possible.