Please welcome Lyndi Alexander to Discover... for Muse Monday. She proves cold can be hot!
I have any number of writer friends who are deep into creating cozy shapeshifter stories with cats, dogs, wolves—all sorts of furry friends. I mean who wouldn’t want to curl up with a life-sized rug to keep you warm at night?
😊 Now, I get that herpetology isn’t for everyone. But Griff isn’t merely some iguana. His kind are human-sized, intelligent, and many of them have bad intentions for the local human population. In human form, Griff is sexy and protective, and willing to rip out the throat of anyone who threatens detective Kylie Sanderson. He senses her strong duty, her determination, and commits to saving her and her people.
So it’s Kylie who must keep her body temperature warm to sustain that of Griff, and he has no trouble raising those degrees.
If you’re feeling adventurous this weekend, why don’t you curl up with a hero who’s a bit cold-blooded in A Small Degree of Hope by Lyndi Alexander?
Even the smallest degree of hope can spark
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?
At twenty-six, Kylie knew she shouldn’t be subject to her parents’ wishes any longer, but there was something about William Sanderson that just didn’t bear defiance. He ran his business like a dictatorship, and his family, too. Living under his thumb in their luxurious home, with its special privileges, servants and perks had been a learning experience for the future government agent. She’d learned survival skills that served her at SIRT. Very few people had the power to intimidate her. Only the Colonel’s icy blue stare still shook her foundation. But she did her best not to let him see it. And most of the time she just tried to stay away from him.
I’m much too busy with this case to go now. He’ll understand that. Stick-to-it-iveness. Laying my work ethic on the line.
But it wouldn’t hold him off for long.
The ride to work triggered memories of those minutes sitting with Griff in front of Hawthorn’s the night before. A faint smell of baked, dry earth lingered, slightly acrid, but as the air conditioning started to process the air, it faded quickly. What an odd smell. It reminded her of something just outside the easy reach of her memory.
Next time I see him, I’m taking him down.
Book trailer: https://youtu.be/fi6OBXl4V6U
Lyndi Alexander always dreamed of faraway worlds and interesting alien contacts. She lives as a post-modern hippie in Asheville, North Carolina, a single mother of her last child of seven, a daughter on the autism spectrum, finding that every day feels a lot like first contact with a new species.
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