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’re so warm,” Cole murmured. His fingers returned to caressing. “You don’t know how often I dreamed about this, Brady.”


He could. For every nightmare, there had been a darker dream, a fantasy where Cole came back, where fate wasn’t nearly so cruel. Brady massaged his firm hip, reminding himself this wasn’t another of those, and slid farther down the smooth length. The pace he set was slow enough to savor, fast enough to make his lips vibrate. It was enough to make Cole moan too, and that, more than any of the other, made it all worth it.


He kept from swallowing him whole as long as he could. He’d never been the best at deep throating anyway, and Cole’s length had always been a stumbling block. “It’s okay,” Cole used to say. “This feels amazing.”


Except it wasn’t okay to Brady. It never had been. He’d practiced on sporadic hook-ups over the years, so it might be easier this time, but he wouldn’t know until he tried.


Chapter 34