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

“That’s one of the things I hope you’ll let me get used to,” he murmured.


Brady turned his head to graze kisses over Cole’s temple. It was a curiously tender gesture, especially in light of the desire rampaging through him, but it dawned on him that dichotomy had always been there for them, regardless of the state of Cole’s pulse.


“We’ve both got things to work on.”


He had to abandon caressing Cole’s back to reach between their bodies and grasp his cock. Gently, he nudged Cole upward in order to angle the tip down. It bumped over Cole’s balls, making him hiss into Brady’s neck, but when it came to rest at his unstretched opening, he immediately relaxed. He shifted his hips, catching the cock between his cheeks. Brady didn’t have to do anything but hold his shaft steady while Cole slowly started to sink onto it.


Chapter 43