Eventually, she decided her neighbors had enough titty show, and retreated into her apartment. “Asshole. April will be here in a couple hours, so leave me alone.” She left the door strategically cracked open.
Adrian finished off the first bottle and luxuriated in the wine buzz. Finally, his headache had subsided to a dull thrum, drowned in alcohol. But his need for Samantha remained strong, ever present. She was his compass, his true north, and no matter what direction he turned, the line to her was always clear.
*.*.*.*
A crashing sound woke Adrian from his wine-induced sleep on the back patio. He thought maybe Candice and April were arguing again. The girls liked to break stuff when they went at it, only to buy a replacement at the mall the next week. It had become a ritual for them.
Bang, bang, bang. “Adrian Faulkner, open the door! This is Federal Agent Roberts. I have a warrant to search the premise! If you don’t open the door, we will enter by force.”
“Shit!” Adrian hopped up from his chair, sent his wine bottle rolling across the patio and looked about in panic. They must have decided they had enough evidence to charge him with something. He looked left, to Crenshaw’s patio, a dead end, then to the right. Candice’s slider was still cracked open.
He was over the partition and through Candice’s sliding glass door in seconds. He shut it quietly, locked it, and closed the blinds. A noise from the bed drew his attention. Someone was waking up. Shit. He slinked deeper into the bedroom, towards the bathroom door. The slam of someone kicking open the front door to his apartment reverberated through the walls.
The feds didn’t mess around.
He stood by the bathroom door, wishing that somehow God could reach down and put these women to sleep until the raid was over. The bed stirred again, and someone slipped out from under the covers. “Who’s there?”
He held his tongue, debating whether or not to punch her out, or take his chances trying to quiet her some other way.
“Adrian, is that you?” Candice walked up to him in nothing but her fishing line thin panties, not even bothering to cover herself. She looked back at the bed, at her sleeping girlfriend, and then looked at him, and her eyes flicked towards the door to the living room. Her thought process was as transparent as her non-existent underwear. “Okay, just this once, as long as we’re quiet.”
She took his hand, her half-lidded eyes evidence she hadn’t fully woken up, and started pulling him towards the living room. He didn’t budge. She frowned and whispered, “Not in here, we’ll wake up April.”
Adrian shook his head and clamped his hand over her mouth as flashlights raked across the patio and the blinds. They were checking the vicinity for him, and it didn’t take any imagination to figure they might start knocking on doors. Candice stood there, a puzzled look on her face, Adrian’s hand over her mouth, silently watching police scour her porch with torchlights. He mouthed the word quiet and held a finger to his lips, praying that somehow this idiot woman would be smart enough to shut up.
Miracles do happen, even today. Candice didn’t move, didn’t say a word. She stood there like a good little whore and waited with Adrian holding his hand over her mouth. Not one complaint, not one question. He could’ve taken her into the living room and screwed her senseless out of sheer gratitude.
The agents grunted and murmured to each other, and after a few more minutes they left out the same front door they had busted through. The damn locks were probably ruined. He waited, holding onto Candice, who had decided to lean into him for a hug. For the first time ever in his life, he had a naked woman hugging him, ready for a good hard fuck, and he was not going to give it to her.
Adrian waited a few more minutes, and when Candice’s hands started to roam, he knew it was time to go. He extracted himself from her clutches and pecked her on the forehead. “Thanks, but I can’t. I need to get out of here before they come back.”
He clicked the lock on the sliding glass door and pulled it open with Candice right behind him. “Adrian, wait. What’s wrong? Why were the police here? Do you need help?”
He looked at her, wondering how much help her naked, willing body could provide in his situation. None. She had nothing he needed or wanted.
A thud sounded on his porch and he tensed for action as his head whipped around to face the intruder.
“Adrian, what the fuck are you doing?”
Samantha. Lovely, psychotic, man-slaughtering Samantha. She looked just as beautiful as ever in that paper-thin hospital gown. In a flash she was on him, his t-shirt fisted in her hands, damn near lifting him off his feet with the strength of her fury. “You better start talking.”
He looked to the naked woman at his side who had begun to register some alarm at the situation. Candice spoke right over the top of Adrian, stealing the words from his mouth. “It’s not what you think.”
“Oh, hell no.” Sam snapped out to connect with Candice in a meaty sounding punch. Candice flew back into her apartment and landed flat on her back, TKO.
“Damn.” He smiled in appreciation of Sam’s moves. His vampire mafia queen looked at him like a feral creature preparing to slice his face off. He held his hands up in surrender “I was hiding! The feds just raided me – serious.”
“Candice, what are you doing?” April stood in front of her girlfriend, holding her breasts, wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton panties that were half-way off her ass. Her eyes had squinted up, trying to focus, confused and still half-asleep.
Adrian slammed the slider door to Candice’s apartment and turned back to Sam. “How the hell did you get here? Never mind that, just bite me, now!” He bared his neck and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face against him tightly.
She chomped hard and he knew she wanted him to feel her wrath by force of her bite. He didn’t care. He almost collapsed on her, his knees gone weak in the wondrous joy of her venom. She held him up, hugging him tight as she sucked long and hard, both getting exactly what they needed.
The sliding glass door opened back up and April punched Adrian in the arm. “Adrian, what did you do to Candice?”
Sam let go of her bite, slurped at the wound once over to clean it, and lashed out to knock April sprawling atop her girlfriend. Double TKO. Samantha turned on him with fire in her eyes, fangs bared, and a closed fist in his face. “You’re mine. Don’t you ever forget it. Stay the hell away from these hoes!”
He slipped his hands up inside her hospital gown, caught a handful off butt cheek and squeezed, pulling her up against the erection trying to fight its way out of his jeans. She growled at his roughness, a spark of desire flaring in her eyes.
He kissed her soundly, not even caring that he could taste his own blood on her lips. He loved her wiry strength, capable of cutting through a man in one slice. He loved the crush of her cool lips beneath his assault of kisses, even though her teeth could tear a man to ribbons. He loved the fire in her soul, and the violence ever lurking beneath the surface of her beauty. He loved this vampire mafia queen, even when she was threatening him.
“You got it all backwards, Samantha. You’re mine, and I’m gonna tap that virgin ass from here to eternity.” His hands, working with a mind of their own, freed his cock from his jeans. He lifted her atop the partition by her ass, pulled her gown up, and used his hips to spread her legs apart.
Her look of ferocious lust and jealous fury evaporated as he breached her virginity in one solid thrust. The sexiest, most dangerous woman alive shuddered and clung to him as he buried himself in the heavenly squeeze of her tight, hot womb.
He bit her ear and curled his fist in her hair. He yanked her head back hard, holding her eyes in place to ensure she looked at him and only him as he growled, “I choose you, Samantha. You are mine and only mine. As long as I live, I’ll never let you forget it.”
THE END
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THE NIGHTLIFE: NEW YORK
Vampires, strippers, escorts, night clubs, pimps & dirty cops – the Nightlife New York is never boring. Aaron Pilan’s life is forever changed when he’s shot trying to rescue a drop-dead gorgeous woman on the streets of New York. Aaron is thrust into the shocking world of vampiric slavery when Michelle shares her blood to save his life.
Michelle's existence as a solitary vampire is also altered when she accepts this naive young man into her life. Bound by her blood, Aaron is subject to her authority. He walks a tightrope of strictly controlled feeding regimens & intense sexual adventures while catering to the neurotic control-freak tendencies of his new master. She vows to eliminate him if he proves too difficult to control.
This story is bold & evocative infusing blood, sex, love & turmoil in an urban drama about two vampires battling evil outside & within themselves.
★★★★★ “If you like your vampires vicious & bloody & your erotica with a plot, this is the book for you.”
★★★★★ “Luedke brings his main characters to life, both incredibly flawed & powerfully charismatic, with a wonderful writing style, in this unique twist on the Vampire.”
★★★★★ “This is unlike any vampire tale I have ever read, and is as far removed from Bram Stoker's Dracula, as New York is from Transylvania. Travis Luedke has fashioned a compelling tale of love, passion, violence & steamy hot sex, set against the backdrop of the Big Apple.”
THE NIGHTLIFE: LAS VEGAS
Vampires, Aaron Pilan and his master Michelle, live by one rule – no bloodslaves. EVER. Aaron breaks that rule when he meets Anastasia. All Anastasia wants is to be loved and cherished, but the predatory men she’s attracted to bring her only pain and abuse. Escaping one train-wreck relationship for another, she finds happiness with Aaron and Michelle as a bloodslave, a 'pet'. When Aaron uses his telepathy to win thousands at the gambling tables, he attracts the deadly attention of the Colombian Cartel and Aaron and Michelle are 'disappeared'. Addicted to the bite of her vampire lovers, Ana is desperate to find them. But, Las Vegas isn't ready for vampires mixing heroin, sex and vengeance. Ana is trapped in the spiraling chaos.
Find out what happens in the second novel of the Nightlife Series.
★★★★★ "Go grab a copy before this much fun is declared illegal."
★★★★★ "Mr. Luedke once again showcasing his considerable talent for crafting erotic, action-packed, supernatural thrillers that leave the reader saying "Wow!"
★★★★★ "A no-holds-barred, easy-to-read romp that mixes fantasy, suspense, horror and erotica, and does it well."
THE NIGHTLIFE: PARIS
Vampire master Michelle, and her slave, Aaron Pilan, flee to Paris, leaving behind the slaughter in Las Vegas. Aaron made the costly mistake of taking a bloodslave, and then married her. The tragedy of his wife's death has driven a rift between them and Michelle is desperate to heal the breach.
Struggling with his predatory alter ego, Aaron is fractious, rebelling against his master. He desires another bloodslave, and that Michelle cannot allow. She opens her heart and soul to Aaron and he relives, through her memories, her dark, gritty tale of survival in the savagery of WWII Paris under the German occupation. Michelle's staggering revelations are deeply disturbing. The confrontation of master versus slave comes full circle as the couple faces death and separation.
And they are not alone in Paris. An investigator has followed them from Vegas seeking the unique gifts of Michelle’s blood. He’s watching and waiting for the opportunity to make his move against them.
Find out what happens in the third novel of the Nightlife Series.
★★★★★ “I was screaming at one point, crying, at another. It was an emotional roller coaster of a book.”
★★★★★ “This segment of Michelle and Aaron's tale is dark and graphic, but with mesmerizing descriptions and a morbidly compelling storyline, I felt this was the best of The Nightlife Series by far.”
★★★★★ “Decidedly darker and somewhat disturbing, THE NIGHTLIFE: PARIS takes the series for a turn towards the dark side and I loved every minute of it!”
BLOOD SLAVE
Her mother named her Esperanza Salvación – Hope for Salvation. But when a girl works as an escort for Colombian cartel in the ghettos of Spanish Harlem...there wasn’t much hope, or salvation.
Hope’s telepathic ability keeps her a step ahead of ruin, but her unusual gift attracts the attention of a psychotic vampire bitch. Trapped in a Manhattan penthouse with the psycho, she thought she was dead meat.
Her survival lies in the hands of Vampire Master Enrique. He seems to respect her, perhaps even care. As a measure of protection, he makes her his personal Bloodslave. Helplessly addicted to his bite, Enrique rules her every moment. As always, Hope must adapt to survive.
Swept into the decadent nightlife of Manhattan's elite, she falls in love with Enrique and prays someday he may grow to love her, too. But is it simply a relationship of convenience? Is she nothing more than a concubine desperate to satisfy his nightly demands for blood and sex?
And forever in the background is the fear that one day the cartel boss she abandoned will hunt her down to collect on old debts.
★★★★★ “Fast paced, no holds-barred, gripping, gut-wrenching, soul-ripping and most definitely tear-inducing. Perfection!”
★★★★★ “Travis Luedke writes amazing characters and amazing stories and unbelievable passion flawlessly. After reading this book I was left in shock.”
★★★★★ “You know when you see a violent or bloody scene in a movie and you cover your eyes for a couple of seconds until it has past? I caught myself doing that with this book, then I realized that the lines were not going to go away until I read them.”
THE NIGHTLIFE: LONDON
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.
★★★★★ “Highly sexed and bound by blood thirst, blood slavery, domination and addictive ties to each other, Aaron's master Urvashi, Michelle and Aaron have a strange threesome going.”
★★★★★ “An explicit and powerful tour de force through London's nightlife. Starting off with a sex scene in a strip club, Luedke throws us in at the deep end.”
★★★★★ “I love that we have strippers, prostitutes, sluts, and Mr. Luedke is unapologetic about it...Nightlife gives it to us in spades.”
THE NIGHTLIFE SERIES OMNIBUS (Books 1-4)
The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.
Vampires, strippers, escorts, night clubs, pimps & dirty cops – the Nightlife Series is never boring.
Can decadence, corruption and prostitution go hand in hand with self-control? Over-indulgence, illegal activity and vampires lurk in darkness when night falls on the city.
The Nightlife Series explores the sexy, dangerous misadventures of vampires and an interesting assortment of wickedly corrupt men and women of the night. Gangs, pimps, prostitutes, cartel, mafia, drug dealers, addicts, alcoholics, all those wonderfully colorful people you find rubbing elbows in the back
alleys, night clubs, and strip joints.
These creatures inhabit a world of constant blood, sex, and arousal. The act of feeding is highly erotic, victims often experience multiple orgasms. A vampire’s bite is the most powerful drug imaginable, ecstasy, euphoria, and an ever-present potential for addiction. Lethally violent predators, they can cut through flesh like a hot knife through butter. They slip through the nightlife quietly, unobtrusively, until cornered. Then it gets ugly, people die.
The Nightlife Series includes:
THE NIGHTLIFE NEW YORK
THE NIGHTLIFE LAS VEGAS
THE NIGHTLIFE PARIS
BLOOD SLAVE
These wicked, pulse-pounding novels drag readers breathless through one cataclysmic event after another....bite into your copy today!
YA PARANORMAL ROMANCE/THRILLER
THE SHEPHERD
Skate punks, kleptomaniacs, clairvoyant visions and reincarnation...
...THE SHEPHERD is unlike any other Young Adult novel you have ever read.
Mike Evans here. Sixteen year old skate punk squatting in a white-trash trailer park with my loser drunk Dad. Seems I lost most of my friends when Dad lost our home in foreclosure. Only Anita stuck by me. Worse, I keep having strange clairvoyant visions of things that always come true.
Then I almost ran over Nadia in my Geo. A passing truck finished the job – left a crumpled heap of skin and bone on the road. I fixed her. Me.
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