Death Is The Last Lover

Are you a ladykiller? the vision asked. She had skin like cream hair like jet and a body that could turn any male into an instant sex-maniac. With a wicked little smile she moved closer to Peter Chambers. I devour ladykillers she murmured.. A hot bout of serious slaughter and insincere sex in which Manhattan’s sleuth-about-town Peter Chambers investigates the early death of a dancehall hostess who would do anything for love . . . and much much more for money.