Objectified. Commodified. Homicide. In this world, men just can't get a break. Lucky for them Detective Rani Besant is on their side...most of the time. Las Angeles Police Department Detective Rani Besant is a department legend. She joined the force after serving as an MP in Uganda during the African Wars and rose through the ranks so fast that some cops swore her mother Bibi, the most powerful union boss in LA County, was pulling strings. She silenced the wagging tongues with acts of bravery and dozens of commendations. But when she agreed to join SexKill, a small, new unit in the Crimes Against Men section of the Detective Bureau, many on the force's fem-blue line figured she just committed career suicide. For Besant, working SexKill soothed the moral injury she felt for what she could not stop in war. In Uganda, she'd seen men and boys victimized, robbed of their essence and often their lives, termcopped by militias, government soldiers even her own troops. SexKill didn't change the past; it was just her promise of justice to new victims. Still, Besant wasn't convinced that men were cut out to be street cops and chafed when assigned a new male partner, Austin Monroe, a fast-rising star like she had been. Their first case together, an investigation into the termcop death of local businessman and outspoken masculinist Tyler Breen, pushes them to the brink as the secrets of both their pasts begin to seep out. Will they inhabit the usual roles assigned to them? Or in a new age, can they learn to trust, maybe even to love each other despite the biology that sets them sets them in opposition as predator and prey. In the light of the #metoo movement, SexKill provides a hard-boiled, yet modern whodunit offering a bold, new perspective on the challenges women and men face in seeing and accepting each other as equals. SexKill doesn't just flip the gender paradigm. It murders it. Imagine, a world where male sexual activity is a countdown to self-destruction.
