Detective Brady Lindstrom deals in death, and not just because he's a homicide cop with the slaughter of a century to solve. Ten years ago, vampires murdered his lover. Ever since, he's looked over his shoulder, ready for vampires to strike again. Or maybe just the one he loved.<br><br>Exhausted and angry about the needless deaths he has to investigate, Brady worries the killers he's looking for aren't even human. Those fears are compounded by an unexpected visitor, the battered and nearly broken Cole Singer, the lover he'd long ago given up for dead.<br><br>When Cole offers to trade information on the killers in exchange for sanctuary, Brady realizes he doesn't have a choice. It isn't about justice. He simply can't turn his back on the face of the only man he's ever loved. Even if he's a vampire.

Bridge Over Troubled Water

“You know one of the things I hate?” Cole gestured between the two of them. “Not having this. Normal conversation. Laughing. Joking around about something that isn’t life and death.”


“Debating when you kill isn’t life and death?”


He did, actually. They’d been friends first, unlikely companions to an outsider’s eye. Cole, the gangly artist with his head in the clouds, and Brady, the gregarious jock determined to ignore his political father’s clout and forge a name for himself. They’d lived in the same dorm and met in the main lounge the first week, both victims to inconsiderate roommates. Brady broke the ice first, anything to have an excuse to watch the gorgeous stranger unencumbered, but Cole surprised him with his quick comebacks and keen observations of others who would walk by. Studying took a back seat to hanging out. The rest was history.


“This isn’t about us,” Brady said.


Chapter 11