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Mick St. Simon was a lonely and hardened man. Fresh from the horrors of World War II and his heart having been broken by the woman of his dreams, he moved to the United States from his native Australia. Prepared to become an accountant, he chose instead on a whim to purchase the seedy pub at the end of the street. Turning it into Mick’s Burgers, his Big Mick’s burger and fries became an instant hit.

The entire establishment flourished, that is until the golden arches entered the picture. The big wig operation threatened law suits galore and squeezed him bloody dry. He needed a change desperately.  As the era of drugs and wild sex took hold, he leased his shop and moved to San Francisco, taking up residence with a hot blond stripper and a Harley. As the days became endless nights of wanton sex and psychedelic drugs, he knew his future was at stake.

Finally leaving the hedonistic life for the sanctity of his burger joint, he found it in complete disrepair. As his disillusionment for the Vietnam war held his mind and his love for bikes grasped his soul, he turned the joint into a biker bar, and the Flamingo Rustler was born. Years later, he learned of a single heir. His namesake, Mick St. Simons, was an ostrich farmer in the wastelands near Melbourne and the only man he knew that could carry on his dream. And so, he willed his bar to his grandson, Mick.

Sadly, succumbing to his injuries suffered in a horrific accident on a Harley trip with his best friends at 78, the will called out to Mick in his home country. The place left to him, the only caveat was that he had to own the establishment for five full years. Young Mick, a rogue by reputation, knew what to do. Bikers no more, he changed the place into a neighborhood bar and grill adding a man cave, Lucifer’s Lair, in reverence to his grandfather. Many a tale could be told from the saucy darkened bar and hence the name…Tales from Lucifer’s Lair.


When Community Association Manager Nicky French received a call about one of her communities in the middle of the night she knew something serious was up. Finding the developer of Leopard’s Pointe impaled on the iron pool gates surrounded by a sea of inflatable pink flamingoes, she was stunned as the bonfires raged and the community rejoiced. William Barrington was the brilliant designer of the upscale multi-use community, yet everyone wanted him dead. There were too many suspects to name including every single homeowner in the community and his two sons. For rough and tumble Detective Tyler Deverall to be called to a scene of a murder in the middle of the night was nothing unusual. When the only thing keeping the owners at bay from partying all night long in celebration and hindering the investigation was Nicky’s tough stance, he was intrigued.

As Nicky and Tyler set out to find the murderer, the builders begin to drop like flies with each murder more horrific and comical than the last. Set against the backdrop of Chesterfield County, Virginia, you will enter the realm and sometimes nightmare of one very special homeowner’s association – where living can be dangerous to your health. As Nicky and Tyler delve into the jaded and wild world of spray painted flowers, kinky sex, neon flashing signs and a touch of the mafia, they both soon learn that their life and understanding of humanity will never be the same. Who knew a glue gun could be such an effective murder weapon?


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