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

His arousal ground against Cole’s hip. When Cole tried to slide his hand over it, Brady caught his wrist, twisting his arm up and over his head.


“That’s not what I want,” he rasped.


Cole’s eyes were black, hungrier than he’d ever seen. Brady had kept the lights out last night for a reason. He’d cradled him from behind in the shower for the same reason. In the metaphorical light of day, he couldn’t avoid the truth any longer. Oddly enough, it wasn’t so bad.


“What do you want then?” Cole asked.


Brady replied by dropping his mouth to Cole’s throat, sucking at the tender skin before licking farther downward. He avoided the exposed cuts, the pungent scent of fresh blood still too heavy for his liking, and slid his grip down Cole’s arm as he went to his knees. He ended up facing the long line of a cock that he’d always thought was the prettiest he had ever seen.


He wanted to see it again. Only that was enough for him to finally let go.


Chapter 33