Cursed

Money can’t buy happiness, but it sure as hell helps. I had it all—fame, money, power, and a thriving rock career—until the opportunity of a lifetime was marred by my boyfriend's dirty little secret. What’s a little contract between the Devil and an addicted gambler, right? In desperation, Robert signed papers for more credit without reading them while I was on stage singing with Angelus Constantine, the touted Vampire Lord of Danse Macabre. The Devil always gets his due and when the marker comes up, my ex heads for the hills. As if that isn’t bad enough, Old Furry Legs sealed the deal by including my soul as part of his collateral, so now I’m one of the cursed. Escaping paparazzi was child’s play compared to being hunted by the demons of Hell. My new reality is a blend of rock stars, tangled fates, dangerous devils, and five men as hot as Hell itself. What’s the old saying? Don’t play with fire unless you want to get burned—and I’m ready to be consumed.