Wednesday, June 4, 2014

The Nightlife London by Travis Luedke







Title: The Nightlife London
Author: Travis Luedke
Series: The Nightlife Series
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance/Vampires
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: December 23 2013
The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.

Vampires Aaron and Michelle prowl the dark, gritty, strip clubs and back alleys of London on the hunt for Michael Jamison, the man who stole Michelle's blood and left her for dead. To assist them, Aaron’s new master, Urvashi, calls in favors from her friends, Russian mercenary werewolves.

Wolves Katya and Ivan, hunters adept at killing rogue vampires, set aside their animosity for Aaron and Michelle to stop Jamison from murdering another woman – he already has one bloodless victim lying in the morgue.

Jamison, ex-special forces, feels his enemies closing in, but he won’t go down without a fight –and like Aaron and Michelle, he also has powerful friends.

Experience the violent, sensual underbelly of Nightlife London, as Aaron and Michelle mix up a wicked blend of sex, chaos, mayhem, and vengeance.

The Nightlife Series novels are Adult Paranormal Romance ~ Urban Fantasy Thriller:


#7 THE NIGHTLIFE SAN ANTONIO (June 9th 2014)

Excerpt:

Aaron lay in heaven, buried deep in Michelle.  He wished he could stay between her thighs for the rest of eternity.  Though she wouldn’t say it, her whimpers spoke volumes.  He had fucked her raw expressing his love.
{{Are you finished?  I have been waiting.}}  Urvashi’s voice rang in his mind and destroyed his hard won bliss.
He had tried to keep her out of his mind, to hold onto some shred of privacy, but he knew the fallen angel had been watching and he sensed her pleasure at his predicament.
{{You’ve enjoyed enough of her.  Now come to me, we must talk.}} 
Unspoken, but fully implied, was the fact that Aaron was not done performing tonight.  Urvashi wanted hers, and she would demand everything he could give, no holding back.
Michelle watched his eyes, seeing the moment his gaze turned inward, distracted.  “She’s in your head again.  Putaine de merde!  Tell her if she wants to watch, I charge two thousand an hour.”
He chuckled then pulled his hips back, making her gasp and shudder.
“Oye …”  She grunted and gritted her teeth as he slowly slid out.  All that slick, wet love oozed out around her thighs as she lay exhausted, legs spread wide in invitation.
God, she made him hard again, seeing her so vulnerable, rosy pink, wet and ready.  She would let him, too, but that wouldn’t be fair.
Perhaps it was better to work off his need for Michelle on Urvashi.  She didn’t seem to mind when he called out the wrong name.  Urvashi wanted his cock and obedience, and perhaps something else she wouldn’t admit to.
“Michelle, love, you’re worth every penny of two thousand an hour.”  He gave her a lingering kiss.  “I want nothing more than to stay, but I must speak to Urvashi.  Duty calls.”
Michelle snagged him before he could move off the bed.  She pulled him down into a kiss, her tongue searching, plunging in and around his mouth, scraping on his sharp fangs.
When he resisted, she let up and pegged him with an unfamiliar look.  A look of uncertainty, maybe even fear?  “Promise you will never let her come between us.”
“I promise.  All the fallen angels in the world couldn’t keep us apart.”  The words had become a nightly ritual.  A smile formed on his lips as she fingered herself, a blatant invitation for more.
He got up quickly before she tempted him to hurt her further.  He threw on a bath robe, slipped out the door and headed down the hall towards Urvashi’s suite.  His new master preferred a room on the same floor, keeping him on a short leash. 
Staying at The Knightsbridge was like living in a real English manor.  Traversing the hallways barefoot, in nothing but his robe, he expected to run into a frowning English butler in a three piece suit.  Obviously decorated by professional designers, the walls, floors, and furniture were a collage of subdued pastel colors.  A hotel straight out of Martha Stewart magazine.  At four hundred pounds a night, you’d think the puke-beige colored pillows were weaved with gold.  Good thing Michelle was paying the bill, she could definitely afford it.
Urvashi answered her suite door in a see-through, white, silk robe and a sly grin.
“You called?”  He smiled, wishing he was back with Michelle.  But hey, any man could find pleasure with Urvashi.  The gossamer robe barely hid Urvashi’s shapely, golden-tanned curves, full, lush breasts and thighs, and somehow, she always fit his cock like a glove.  Did she shapeshift to mold to him precisely?  He often wondered.
No matter how much he loved Michelle, he couldn’t deny the sublime pleasure Urvashi offered.  Sex with her revitalized him, like plugging into a battery, literally.  An electric exchange crackled his skin wherever they touched.
She sniffed at his neck as he stepped up for a hug.  “You could have showered.  If I wanted her pussy in my face, I would fuck her myself.”
“Yeah, she asked me to remind you she charges two thousand an hour.”  He couldn’t help a roguish grin as Urvashi rolled her almond eyes at him.  When she started untying his robe, he placed his hand over hers.  “Wait.  We need to talk first.  Business before pleasure.”
She pursed her lips and kissed him, brushing a static tingle oh-so-gently over the ridge of his lips.
Aaron faced his Persian sorceress, wishing he could pierce her mind like everyone else.  Urvashi had a privacy wall, a solid block.  And she never let him in – not voluntarily – not since their first meeting, when he had inadvertently caught a glimpse of several thousand years in the life of a fallen angel.  She had brought him to his knees with the crushing revelations of her experiences throughout human history.  When she realized her mistake, she shut that door in his face, permanently cut off.
He sighed at the layers of strangeness and complexity in his life.  Itching to return to Michelle, Aaron got down to business.  “Why would Mike need a gun?  What’s he worried about?  Think he knows we’re looking for him?”
“He is American.  They collect guns like I collect shoes.”  She shrugged.  “You should be more concerned about the Albanians.  The UN considers Albanian mafia to be terrorists.  They work in large family clans, very difficult to penetrate.”  Her dark eyes pierced him with the innuendo.
When she found him in Paris, he watched her shapeshift into this Kim Kardashian persona.  Urvashi seemed to enjoy wearing the skin of Kim Kardashian.  Well maybe not exactly Kim, but very close.
Urvashi-Kim ran her fingers down his chest in an electric tickle of energy.  She had a thing for touching him.  Not really affection, just lust.  Lots and lots of lust.  Yet he suspected Urvashi’s constant touchy-feely indicated an ulterior motive.  Like stealing a pinch of his energy?  Maybe more than a pinch?
“You’re not ready to face these people, Aaron.  Not without a massacre.  You need professional help.”
“Michelle’s not gonna like that.”  He shook his head.  He had maintained peace by keeping the ladies away from each other.  Bringing Urvashi into the investigation directly would quickly create problems.
His life had become a juggling act, and there were only so many balls he could keep in the air before they all crashed into each other.
Urvashi purred in his ear, brushing her succulent lips over his skin.  “Not me.”  She slid her tingling fingertips inside his robe, and reached for his cock.  “I have friends who can help.”  Her warm magical hands stroked him to a rock-hard erection in seconds.
Her tantalizing power permeated through his cock and balls, worked through his whole body.  She made him feel more alive than ever before.  Their robes fell to the floor and she went down on her knees.
Sniffing his cock, she teased with feather soft licks.  “Tomorrow night, bring your pet.  If I have to smell her sex all over you, I might as well enjoy it too.”


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Coming June 9, 2014:

The Nightlife San Antonio


Vampires, Mafia & Mayhem:
The Nightlife San Antonio is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.

All she wanted was to escape the police. All he wanted was to get laid. They both got more than they bargained for.

EMT on call, Adrian Faulkner resuscitates a beautiful woman after a Mexican mafia shootout. He can't explain why he picks her up in the hospital parking lot three days later and then ducks the San Antonio police and the Feds. Well, the hot sex might have something to do with it.

She needed to hide. With no memory of even her name, she didn't know from who. She only knew she wasn't safe.

Adrian soon learns she is much more than a damsel in distress, and he’s stuck with her. It isn't long before the past she cannot remember begins to catch up with them both…

THE NIGHTLIFE SAN ANTONIO is a non-stop thrill ride through the shadowy borderworld of mafia politics and vampires – and sex.



About the Author:


Travis Luedke is a husband, father, and author of Urban Fantasy Thriller, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, and Sci-fi. He is currently catching a 3rd degree sunburn in San Antonio, Texas, and loving every minute of it.

As the author of the Nightlife Series novels, Travis lives very vicariously through his writings. He invites you to enjoy his macabre flights of fancy, but be warned: The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.


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