Sirena is a beautiful young woman. By night she strips at Silky Femmes, enticing large tips from conventioneers and salesmen passing through the small Florida city where she lives. Sirena is also a loyal and compassionate friend to the denizens of Silky Femmes. There’s Chrissie, who is a fellow dancer as well as the boss’s abused and beleaguered girlfriend. And Ross, the bartender, who spends a lot of time worrying about the petite, delicate, and lovely Sirena. Maybe too much time. There’s also Detective Williams. He’s looking for a missing man and his investigation takes him to Silky’s. Like so many others, he finds Sirena irresistible. But again, like so many others, he’s underestimated Sirena. Because Sirena has a hobby. Not just any hobby. From the stage she searches out men with the solid bone structure she requires. The ones she picks get to go home with her where she will perform one last private strip for them. They can’t believe their luck. They simply don’t realize it’s just run out.
As a child, Mary Ann Mitchell wrote short stories, essays, and poetry. When she was twelve she sent her short stories to the night editor of The Journal American, who encouraged her to send more. Her mother intercepted the letters and forbade her from writing. Seems some of the family’s dark secrets were oozing onto Mary Ann’s written pages. Her writing became secret and sporadic. Once she completed graduate school, she became a civil servant. Years later her husband asked her what her dream career would be. She quickly answered that she always wanted to be a novelist.
Interesting premise for a horror novel, where the stripper picks up her customers and does one very final act for them. And then uses their remains in a very interesting way. I did think the book dragged on a little towards the end.