“My demon doesn’t need to be slayed; she needs to be fed.” ~ Monalisa
Toshiro Matsuda, a tenacious Japanese inspector, is hunting for a serial killer who has left a trail of bodies across the globe. The latest victim was murdered backstage during a Scorpion Tail concert in a small town in Georgia.
Toshiro delves into the band members’ sordid pasts, not knowing what he may find.
The lead singer, Monalisa, hatches a plan to distract the inspector, but her sudden attraction to him makes things difficult. She’s tempted to surrender to her desires. If she does, Toshiro may uncover her dark secrets.
Toshiro was never one to fall for seduction, but something about the sassy, foul-mouthed rock star intrigues him. However, he is not the only one who’s captivated by her.
Can Toshiro catch the killer before Monalisa is added to the list of victims?
*Multicultural Romance, Rock Star Romance, Mystery, Romantic Suspense*
Cover Artist: Karri Klawiter
Hips swaying, she sashayed across the stage with her electric guitar, Venom, in tow.
Her swarthy complexion shimmered like dark diamonds under the spotlights. Chestnut-colored dreadlocks adorned with blonde tips cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. Made of leather and lace, a crimson corset hugged her torso, doing little to cage her bountiful breasts. A short plaid skirt flared out over her hips. Completing her ensemble, skin-tight, high-heeled leather boots clung to her legs.
She swept a gaze over the eager crowd. The illumination caught the spark in her haunting eyes, adding to her seductive allure. This woman was a rock goddess haloed in lights. Wielding her mighty guitar, she ruled the stage and everyone beyond it.
Our mistress, Queen Sting.
Stirring with great anticipation, the crowd waited. Not one person shifted their attention from her.
A minxy smirk graced her face. Positioned at the microphone, she whirled Venom in front of her and teased the strings with her scarlet-painted nails. Her glossy lips parted, and her tongue slid out, revealing a sparkling guitar pick. She plucked it off her tongue and cooed in a husky timbre, “S’up, you sexy bitches.”
A voluminous roar bounced off the club’s walls as the sea of people went into a frenzy.
“Allow me to introduce my band of badasses!” With one hand wrapped around Venom’s neck, she ripped the pick across the taut strings. The electric guitar released a rebellious cry. It soared through the large speakers like a thunderous strike. “On bass is my Californian playboy…Chase.”
To her left, the bright-eyed, floppy-haired kid strummed the golden beauty hanging from his neck, drawing screams from the women in the audience.
“On keys, the sexiest man you’re ever gonna lay eyes on. Becca.”
Lengthy hair draped over the sides of his face, the guy to her right flashed an enticing smile as he fingered the keys on his instrument. The crazed shrieks only grew louder.
“And on drums, my brotha with the sick rhythm. Slice, hit it, baby!”
The muscular man in the fedora whipped his stick from one drum to another, delivering a brutal beating to the shiny percussion set. A wild cadence resonated through the building.
“I’m Monalisa, and we are Scorpion Tail!” The band thundered into a hard-edged rhythm with their mistress leading the way. “Fall to your knees and say your prayers, ‘cause we’re about to rock you ‘til death!” Her raspy voice surged into song, “It courses through your veins, my sweet, poisonous kiss. Take me again like that, fill me with your painful bliss. Let me thank you for your pretty lies and smiling deceit. I’ll remember you, only for the days of pain and nights of grief…”
The lyrics she delivered were ominous, but her voice was hypnotic. Spellbinding.
Stuck in complete awe, Toshiro watched her strum her magnificent guitar, with her two-toned dreads swaying wildly under the flashing lights.
Her gaze locked on him. A sultry smile followed. “Tell me you wanna die, baby, just for a taste. Give me your soul and fall into my embrace…”
Can she see me through the blinding lights and sea of jerking bodies?
The idea she could separate him from the mob was a fool’s fantasy. Still, the possibility sent an unrelenting shudder down his spine. Even though the building was packed from wall to wall with people caught under her spell, he felt like he was the only one in the club.
She’s singing and playing just for me.
His bones vibrated with the heart-thumping pulse as his blood ran hot. The taste of her lips lingered in his memory and tightened his groin. He couldn’t rip his eyes away, no matter how hard he tried. From that moment on, he couldn’t deny it. He was enthralled, bound to her in body and spirit, and he would never be able to live without her.
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