Publisher's Synopsis
Chico Martinez was one of the world's greatest jazz guitarists, improvising on any theme at the pluck of a string, but dope was his true passion, and he only really wailed when he couldn't get the stuff from the Man. And then Heather Hopkins entered Chico's life. Heather was a journalist after a big story-and also after Chico. Her insatiable appetite for love was even more demanding than Chico's craving for dope, and from then on Chico only saw the light of day when the lovely Heather left him alone. In what seemed a physical nightmare-between combinations of music and Heather-Chico attempted to purge his body of its depraved dependency. But even while he fought to stick to the cure, rival guitarist Johnny Marston was taking his place with the Soulologists, and Johnny didn't want anyone as talented as Chico around. So between music and love, Johnny found time to call the police . . .Duke's voice was a litany of lust. When she sang, women went wild and forced him to surrender. Once in bed, he proved that his talents were not confined to singing alone. He was a versatile lover, the greatest. . . . To Duke, success as a singer meant only one thing: plenty of loot. So inevitably he used virility as a stepping stone to success. When a woman could further his career, he valiantly administered to her wanton needs. When she no longer was useful, he ruthlessly discarded her. There was Harriet Bonat, the agent who started him on the road to success. . . . There was the very rich but very plain Deborah Woodstoock, who preferred women to me-until Duke converted her. There was red-headed, green-eyed Joan-as lovely as a goddess, and as dangerous as a cobra. . . . Duke was a stud, a singing stud who traded sex for success!
