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

He was grateful for the knock at the door when it came. His muscles screamed as he stood and grabbed his wallet. Sitting for that long wasn’t doing him any favors. If he thought his shoulder could handle the jostling, he’d do a few miles on the treadmill after he ate. Hell, he’d do a few miles even if it couldn’t take it.


Cole’s eyes fixed on his, the pizza box balanced in his hand. “The kid recognized me from when we ordered the other night. Did you get a meat feast?”


It took a second for the casual question to sink in. “Yeah.”


His pale skin was flawless. It stretched like a blank canvas across his exotic bone structure, unmarked by any of the events from the past week. Nothing marred his neck, or the vee of chest visible at the open neckline of his shirt. Brady got caught on the clothes for a second. Those were new. Different. Not the ones he’d bought for Cole.


Chapter 40