Perimenopause was never supposed to be fatal. Ashley Denton knows the difference between a hot flash and a warning sign. One makes you sweat. The other makes you burn. At first the episodes are small. A flicker in the lights. A a warped appliance, The kind of thing you blame on stress, hormones, or the quiet pressure of smiling through suburban expectations. But heat doesn't disappear. It accumulates. When a carefully managed life begins to crack, PTA politics, book club confessions, a marriage balanced on politeness, Ashley discovers something unsettling: The heat responds to her. And it's getting stronger. As suspicion tightens and Detective Darla Holt starts circling the wreckage, Ashley faces a question more dangerous than guilt: What if she's not losing control? What id she's finally found it? Darkly funny, razor-edged, and simmering with tension, Hot Flash Homicide is a suburban thriller about repression, rage, and combustible power of a woman who has absorbed too much for too long. In this neighborhood nothing burns by accident.
