Tourist Season by Brynn Weaver

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Tourist Season — 5 Stars (because nothing says “small town charm” like crime, chaos, and a man who should NOT be that hot while waving every red flag known to man)

I picked up Tourist Season fully aware Brynn Weaver writes a little unhinged.
I expected chaos.
I expected morally questionable characters.
I did not expect the full buffet of morally-black absurdity she served:
secrets stacked to the ceiling, vendettas on vendettas, four(??) potential serial killers, a wood chipper cameo, and a romance built entirely out of red flags, emotional damage, and accidental tenderness.

Our girl moves to Carnage (yes, that’s the name; yes, I rolled my eyes) to literally become someone else.
Fresh start.
New identity (literally).
New life.
Cute idea… except she accidentally becomes the last person on our MMC’s hit list.
Love that for her.

And honestly? They’re a perfect mess.
Two traumatized disasters, half menace, half soft, locked in a slow-burn “I hate you but also I might die for you” spiral that had me feral.

There’s danger.
There’s deception.
There are numerous bodies to dispose of.
And then there’s him: broody, mysterious, morally allergic to being normal.
A walking red flag with cheekbones.
Naturally, I adored him.

You will find:

• small town + massive secrets

• knife-edge flirting (occasionally with actual knives)

• trying to track who killed who for who for WHERE for WHY like an unhinged murder sudoku

• two MCs who treat red flags like home décor

• vendettas layered like an onion made of crime

• a romance that is warm, painful, addictive, and somehow pure in its own deranged way

And yes—the plot THICKENS.
Then THICKENS AGAIN.
And then Brynn Weaver drop-kicks you with an ending so unexpected I had to blink at the wall for a full minute.
Not predicted.
Not hinted.
Not even remotely on my delusional radar.
But perfection.

Impatiently awaiting the next book like my survival depends on it.

xoxo