Raised in the inner city of Detroit, musician Tempest Moon knew the only way to succeed was to be smarter -- and tougher -- than the next guy. Being a sexy, talented singer/lead guitar player with her own band was her way of being in charge of her destiny. Whether anyone else liked it, or not.
On the night of the worst blizzard the city had seen in a century, Tempest's band was gigging in yet another downtown dive. With one more set to play before she and the band could escape the smoky lounge, a mystery man walked in. Even dripping wet from the relentless onslaught, Tempest could tell the man was unusual. If only because he was the most gorgeous male specimen she�d ever seen. But he was a little pale.
Malveaux ducked into the bar to avoid having to kill anymore of the local vampire territory boss's worthless minions. Under most circumstances, he�d have enjoyed tracking the idiots, and tearing their hearts out. He'd learned long ago to take pleasure in his work. But Malveaux's current circumstances were far from usual. A sexual obsession, passed to him by his sire and suddenly overwhelming, had changed all the rules of the game. If he didn�t find an 'offspring' -- a female thrall to serve his sexual needs -- and soon, he�d go mad.
When he laid eyes on the charismatic musician on stage, he knew he'd found his child.� She wouldn't need to know he was an assassin. But she�d find out his deeper secret soon enough when he sank his fangs into the pulsing vein in her neck.
There�s just nothing like blood, sex, and rock'n'roll.