Bridge Over Troubled Water [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Vivien Dean
eBook Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
eBook Description: 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. Exhausted and angry about the needless deaths he has to investigate, Brady worries that 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. When Cole offers to trade information on the killers in exchange for sanctuary, Brady realizes he doesn't have a choice. He just can't turn his back on the face of the only man he's ever loved. Even if he's a vampire... Genres: Gay / Dark Fantasy / Vampire / Action / Adventure / Mystery / Detective / Suspense / Thriller
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2009
44 Reader Ratings:
"4 Stars!...A very enjoyable vampire tale. It is much more traditional in its vampire lore (having to invite a vampire into your house, no reflections, wooden steak through the heart, etc) than many of the current stories in this genre. As such, the vampires seem scarier and more dangerous than those humanized versions resulting in a suspenseful read...Another side effect of the more traditional vampire lore is that the story acutely focuses on the relationship between SFPD officer Brady and his dead lover, turned vampire, Cole. I found the relationship really interesting. It was realistic and very compelling. The sex was really hot, too!..Overall, this is a well-written paranormal romance."--Matthew, Rainbow Reviews
"5 Nymphs!...Gold Blush Award!...An amazing book. In fact, I pretty much read it in one sitting...it held a very strong plot and the sex simply flavored it. That's the kind of book I crave: one where I become so lost in the story itself, that when the characters come together (literally), it feels natural and not contrived...Personally, I hope and pray that maybe Ms. Dean will write a sequel, because there's so much left for Brady and Cole to rediscover about themselves and each other. That's why I give this book a Golden Blush Award. It's truly exceptional in every way."--Satyr Vael, Literary Nymphs Reviews
But Brady didn't stare because of the physical differences. Blood saturated the front of Cole's shirt. His jeans hung from his slim hips, but somebody had torn the hell out of them, revealing deep gouges through the ripped denim. Somebody had torn the hell out of Cole, for that matter, and Brady took a half-step forward before he checked the instinct.
Brady wasn't the only one doing an inspection. He shivered as Cole's gaze swept over him, lingering on parts of his body that shouldn't have woken up under the scrutiny. Fuck you, he wanted to say. You don't get to do that, not anymore. He didn't. He wanted to slam the door on his face, too, but he didn't do that, either.
A sudden cough startled both of them, and Brady watched in sick fascination as blood spittled on Cole's wide mouth. "Someone did a number on you."
The wracking subsided. Cole wiped the back of his hand across his lips, scarlet smearing the fine tendons. Brady froze at the first glimpse of a white fang.
"That's why I'm here. I need a place to stay while I heal up."
Heal up. Because it really was as simple as that. At least, if the vampire myths were to be believed. Brady had never been close enough before to test the theory.
Then what Cole was asking hit him.
"You can't be serious!"
Brady blinked. "Because I haven't seen you in ten years. And you're a mess. And, oh yeah, let's not forget that you're a fucking vampire. Do I really look that stupid to you?"
"No." Cole's voice was soft, his appraising gaze even more so. "You look great."
He froze. "Don't do that."
"You know what."
"It's the truth. Well, except for the fact that you look exhausted. But other than that--"
"Go away, Cole." Control finally started to seep back, and Brady tightened his hand on the door to slam it shut. "Don't come back."
And like a good puppy, Brady stopped. And hated that he reacted so automatically to a man who'd been dead to him for a decade.
"One night," Cole said. "That's all I ask for. The guys that did this ... they're not that far behind me. They catch up, and they'll finish the job."