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

“I know you want what I do,” he said, finishing the thought. “And we have to start somewhere.”


“It’ll take too long to fight with the sling.” He dropped his free hand to his fly. “I’ll just—”


“Let me.” Gently, Cole caught Brady’s wrist and pushed it away from the zipper. “I’ll do all the work. You won’t regret it.”


Brady stood there, motionless, as Cole sank to his knees. He’d been hard from the moment he’d pressed Cole to the wall. Just the sight of the top of Cole’s head was enough to make his heart bang against his ribs until it threatened to burst through. Then he remembered the fangs, and some of the desire ebbed for a moment.


Cole froze in mid-pull of the zipper and looked up. “Do you want me to stop?”


How did Cole know what I was thinking?Except Brady knew that answer already. His body would forever betray him. No secrets. No hedging. Cole would always have the advantage, while Brady was stuck relying on the old clues.


Chapter 42