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

Though Brady barely whispered, the words boomed in Cole’s ears. “Absolutely nothing,” he replied. “Don’t stop.”


Another kiss grazed his skin. “I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.” His hand curled around Cole’s wrist and brought it to his shirtfront. He didn’t have to ask, but Cole knew what he wanted. They had learned their language early. And well.


Brady’s mouth never left as Cole slowly pulled the fabric free of his pants. Though he could’ve undressed Brady in his sleep, he opened his eyes again so he wouldn’t miss a moment of Brady’s unveiling. One by one, he undid the buttons, taking care with each until an unbroken line of skin ran from sternum to waist. Brady straightened then and dropped his hands to his sides. His gaze never wavered while Cole pushed the garment off his shoulders. He didn’t even flinch when Cole stopped it from dropping to the floor and tossed it over the treadmill.


Chapter 29