Lizzie Lyons is supposed to be reporting on deadlifts not dead bodies. Finding a local gym manager murdered? Not her greatest first interview. When police think her best friend did it, Lizzie starts her own investigation. Soon bodies are racking up, the killer’s two steps ahead, and Lizzie might not have the stamina to save even herself.
Hanging upside down in a circus-inspired contraption was definitely not Lizzie Lyons’ best decision. She’d thought this whole aerial thing would be fun. That was before her legs got knotted into some unpronounceable position and the world began to spin.
“Need any assistance?” the instructor asked, her voice hushed and nasally.
Lizzie winced and shifted her weight. “I’m a little twisted here.”
Her feet tingled from the lack of blood flow. She really had to start thinking things through before jumping into them. Even a yoga class for her freelance writing gig wasn’t a safe choice.
Lizzie wiggled her numb toes. The more she tried to free her limbs, the faster she spun. Not good. A wave of nausea rolled down her body. Or was that up her body since she was inverted?
The woman reached for the stretch of silk around Lizzie’s left foot. “You really should focus on Conqueror’s Breath while practicing inversions.”
“Not really sure what I’m conquering here…”
The instructor placed a hand on Lizzie’s shoulder. “Keep your breathing steady.”
The spinning finally paused and Lizzie managed to reach her foot. “I think—”
But she yanked too hard and her foot flew free, the force spinning her right into the instructor. There was a breath-holding moment of freefall as the world flipped over.
Then, reality crashed back down and Lizzie landed in a heap of limbs on top of the other woman.
Her breathing had definitely not been steady.