On the corner of 13th and Fascination stands one helluva perfect Goth bar, where there's always a seductive selection of fashion, music, and drama. But when an unknown DJ shows up at the door and lands the best gig in town without paying her dues, everyone's curiosity is piqued higher than Morrissey's hair. Especially that of the model who falls for her, the bartender who befriends her, and the doorman who'd kill to keep the family together. Helluva Luxe is a humorous, dark and sexy story about making strangers into family and seeing the world the way you want to see it. So if you've ever grilled a cheese with a blowtorch, painted teeth down the side of your '59 Chevy, or borrowed your dog's collar to wear out on a Saturday night, then you'll dig the Luxe.
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