Here it is, guys.  Many thanks to Dawne Dominique for making such an amazing cover!  Along with the cover is a quick synopsis of the story so you know what to look forward to  :)

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Everything that can go wrong has gone far beyond wrong for Matthew Sharpton.  After his beautiful fiancee decides to upgrade to a better man, Matthew is forced to move into the zero-star establishment of his parents’ basement. Roommates with his shattered dreams and a father that disapproves of his entire existence, Matthew is now jobless, womanless, and every other less you can think of.  The only thing he has going for him is a tiny pink bird he picked up at an animal auction.  But apparently, Matthew can’t even properly pick pets.  Instead of a bird he finds himself with a gorgeous, naked woman who seems to think that he’s her master.  

“Treat me kindly,” she says, but the hidden message in the bottle whispers to Matthew, “…or else.”

Elsewhere, deep within the busy walls of city-tropolis, Detective Alex Sampson is enjoying the days of flipping on his sirens and watching traffic part for him as if he’s royalty.  He gets a call for a recent homicide and rushes to one of the finest condominiums in the city.  Unsurprisingly, no one is mourning the death of animal cruelty expert number one, Frank Marko.  After being shamed out of his career for participating in dog fights, his last chance for redemption — and good P.R. — rested at a prestigious animal charity auction.  With a promise of something “rare and exotic,” the punk rocker apparently got way more than he could’ve possible bargained for.  Alex finds him dead in his lavish home, the only clue to his demise a small bruise on his neck and the beautiful butterfly found on the corpse.

Alex turns to his friend and colleague “Nick-Nack” — it’s still Nicholas, Alex — for leads in regards to the butterfly.  There’s just one teeny, tiny, colossal problem.  Butterflies don’t bite, don’t sting, and this particular breed found on Marko’s body is extinct.  It’s been awhile since Alex has been in detention, but he swears that “extinct” is another way of saying “dead from now until forever more.”  On top of that, the body count grows higher and more grotesque by the day.  

Isn’t being a detective grand?