An experiment in her downstairs neighbor's garage — meant for a grapefruit, not a paralegal — leaves Josie doll-sized, hunted by her own housecat, and hiding from a corporate fixer who'd very much prefer this "incident" disappear along with her. With her neighbor's help (and his suspiciously talented research assistant, who builds her a stylus so she can keep billing hours from inside a hollowed-out textbook), Josie has less than a week to get her body back — before the two-week rule catches up with her, before her boss notices, and before Halcyon Dynamics decides a two-inch-tall witness is a liability they'd rather not have.
What follows is a heist, a near-miss with a genuinely enormous cat, one very unfortunate tote bag, and the slow discovery that the people who show up for you at your smallest are the ones worth building an entire life around.
THE COMPRESSION CLAUSE is a comedic science-fiction adventure about trust, found family, and what happens when the worst week of your life turns out to be the first page of something much better — for readers who like their romance with zero body count and their science fiction with a sense of humor.
For fans of Christina Lauren's banter, T. Kingfisher's warmth, and Becky Chambers' found-family sci-fi.