SynopsisA very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
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“Teach me, Kylie Sanderson. Show me how to make love like a human.”-- Griff
Against her wealthy father’s demands, and the usual blockades of a male dominated profession, Kylie Sanderson proves worthy of her position as lead investigator of planet Andan’s Scientific and Investigative Research Taskforce. Someone is killing Andan’s women in an attempt to mutate them into reptiles. Kylie makes it her mission to discover who’s behind the murders and prevent more grotesque deaths.
Shapeshifting lizard Griff comes to Andan to stop his brethren from mutating other planet’s women into mindless breeding stock. Overcoming Kylie’s suspicious and defensive nature proves difficult, but he must in order to help the SIRT team thwart his planet’s scientists.
When Kylie is abducted and becomes the first human to survive the transformation, it’s up to Griff to rescue her so SIRT can restore her human form. On the run and desperate to unravel the mysteries of Kylie’s past to solve the crimes of their present, can she and Griff forge a future for themselves?
WARNING: Language, Violence, Sex.
A Lyrical Press Science Fiction Romance
ExcerptSteeling herself, she climbed up on the fruit box in front of the dumpster and looked inside. The odor rising from the mélange of trash, rotted meat and spoiled dairy products sickened her, too, but not as much as the two women’s bodies on top. Or at least what used to be women.
Holding one hand over her mouth and nose, Kylie shone her flashlight on the pile. The bodies were similar to the six others that had turned up in the last few months, in different areas of Muraco. Each of the dead women was naked, left without any identifying paperwork, horribly mutated, their flesh and organs in various states of transformation into some sort of green, scaly reptile. Others she had seen had lost arms or legs to the change, their bones elongated, their hands narrow with nails turned into hard claws. This was the first time they’d found one with her face changed.
Blank yellow eyes stared from a rough-skinned visage, her nose and mouth distorted into a pointy chunk of mottled green hide. Fangs protruded from under the desiccated lips.
Yeah, this one was bad.
Kylie stepped off the box, never so glad that she’d skipped lunch for a nooner with her boss.