The Nightlife Moscow by Travis Luedke
The Nightlife Book 5
Published January 20, 2015
The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.
Vampires Aaron and Michelle have landed in Moscow, on the prowl. In the company of a misfit pack of mercenary werewolves and Urvashi, a fallen angel, the vampires are forced into the violent, decadent underworld of Russian mafia, drugs and blood slaves.
This time the hunters have become the hunted.
Dmitri, a Russian vampire billionaire, sends his mafia goons to the streets, gunning for the wolf pack. Now they must bring the fight to Dmitri and face the ultimate battle for survival.
Experience the violent, sensual underbelly of Nightlife Moscow, as Aaron and Michelle mix up a wicked blend of sex, chaos, mayhem, and vengeance.
Get your copy of the latest urban fantasy – paranormal suspense novel from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Travis Luedke.
Praise for The Nightlife Series:
“Fast paced, no holds-barred, gripping, gut-wrenching, soul-ripping and most definitely tear-inducing. Perfection!”
“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.”
“I love that we have strippers, prostitutes, sluts, and Mr. Luedke is unapologetic about it...Nightlife gives it to us in spades.”
“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 Series novels are Adult Paranormal Romance ~ Urban Fantasy Thriller:
#1 THE NIGHTLIFE NEW YORK
#2 THE NIGHTLIFE LAS VEGAS
#3 THE NIGHTLIFE PARIS
#4 BLOOD SLAVE (stand-alone novel in the series)
#5 THE NIGHTLIFE LONDON
#6 THE NIGHTLIFE MOSCOW
#7 THE NIGHTLIFE SERIES OMNIBUS (Books 1-4)
#8 THE NIGHTLIFE SAN ANTONIO (stand-alone novel in the series)
Young Adult novels by TW Luedke (Travis Luedke)
THE SHEPHERD (YA Paranormal)
Travis Luedke is a NY Times & USA Today bestselling author of urban fantasy and paranormal romance, best known for his violently sexy NIGHTLIFE SERIES. Travis can be found catching a third degree sunburn in San Antonio, Texas, while plotting world domination through erotic paranormal badassary.
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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Excerpt – You Haven’t Been Feeding Your Pet
Michelle struggled not to fall on her face in her
Gucci boots as she slogged through the frozen streets of Moscow behind Aaron
and Urvashi. The icy wind blew flakes of snow up her skirt and tickled her
inner thighs with harsh, cold fingers. They stood out front of the hotel,
waiting for Vasily to bring the black Mercedes rental Michelle had paid for.
No one in Russia knew Michelle by name. So, she
signed all the checks and registrations, keeping the paper trail of their
movements effectively obscured. Michelle
de Mornac funded their entire hideout. She could afford it, but the pack
insisted on reimbursing her costs. She’d be willing to pay the bill on her own
if they’d let her feed properly. The bouffon
wolves wouldn’t let her out in public.
Last week, Ivan had argued vehemently to keep
Michelle indoors at all times, apart from check-in and check-out. “She attracts
too much attention! Look at her! She walks in the room and every prick from
here to Siberia is pointing at her.” He’d adjusted the lump in his crotch as
evidence of the fact. “How can you not notice her?” The wolves laughed and all
agreed in their heavy Slavic accents. No,
no, Michelle cannot go out.
Yet, here she stood, freezing her ass off, waiting
for the wolves to bring the fucking car. She noticed Aaron and Urvashi watched
the streets, nervously looking back over their shoulders as if seeking someone.
Who did they expect to find out in this frozen cesspool of slush and grime?
Something had kicked up their paranoia.
After untold minutes frozen shivering torture,
finally the damned wolves brought the rental Mercedes SUV to the curb. The car
splashed frozen brown mush over the toes of her twelve-hundred dollar leather
boots. Vasily and Anatoly, wolf pack mercenaries, stepped out to snatch up the
luggage. As bags were tossed in the hatchback and everyone jockeyed for a seat,
Michelle realized she had nowhere to sit in this merde rental car. Ivan leaned back into the last seat so fast you’d
have thought they played musical chairs.
Conasse.
He grinned at Michelle as he patted his thigh. “Sit
here.”
They should have rented a bus.
She growled low. “Lèche mon cul.” Kiss my ass. “I will take a cab.”
Ivan reached out and snagged the hem of her jacket
to pull her into the car. He puckered his lips, as if he planned to accommodate
her request. “There is room. I will keep you warm.” The last of his words
devolved into a growl. His eyes twinkled in mischief.
Michelle didn’t wait another second out in the
cold. She slid right onto Ivan’s lap and wiggled her ass down until her crotch
settled on the growing lump in his pants.
Served the bastard right.
Anatoly pulled off into the flow of traffic, and
turned the radio to one of the many obnoxious Russian rap stations. She leaned
back into Ivan’s broad chest. He vibrated against her with the low rumble of
his laughter. The scent of his animal musk assaulted Michelle’s senses.
Full-size fangs dropped in her mouth and her stomach issued a gut-churning
noise. She should have been satisfied feeding from the men in the bar, but
something about Ivan made her especially thirsty. These wolves tasted
delightful.
Urvashi leaned into Aaron with a kiss and whispered
low. “You haven’t been feeding your pet.” Urvashi winked at Michelle and rubbed
her lips up on Aaron’s cheek. “She looks like she could take a chunk out of
poor Ivan right now.”
Ivan’s hands suddenly held Michelle’s hips, as
though preparing for something. “You don’t want this old white meat. Too tough
and gamey.” He was teasing, but his voice held an edge of tension. The wolves
all knew what Aaron had done to Katya, a much-lamented issue among them.
Michelle focused all her considerable charms on
Ivan, twisting to face him, nose to nose. Mon
deux, he smelled so good. All that warm blood just beneath the surface. His
animal tang only added to her hunger. She’d tasted Katya and knew precisely how
delicious these creatures were. Before he knew what was happening she had slid
up her skirt and flipped around to straddle his lap. The hard bulge of his cock
pushed against her pubic bone as she sniffed up his jaw line.
“Michelle, this is not …”
Her eyes held him in place, unblinking, and she
curved her warm pussy all over his hard groin in a slow circular movement that
had his eyes turning golden with wolf. The creature was there, just beneath the
surface, and flowing through his veins.
A reaching hand came from the front seat, trying to
grab her jacket. “Leave him be!”
Michelle slinked off her coat to evade Katya’s
grasp without breaking Ivan’s gaze. “You like me, Ivan, don’t you?” She
whispered a kiss across his lips and continued dry-fucking him. “One little
bite won’t hurt. You trust me, don’t you?”
Ivan’s head nodded ever so slightly in hypnotized
agreement, and she struck the side of his neck like a viper.
“Fucking cunt! Get off him!” Katya went ballistic
in the front seat.
Michelle reached down and clicked the lever to lean
Ivan’s seat back out of Katya’s reach. Scuffling sounds and curses came from
Katya scrambling to get between the front seats into the back.
Aaron’s low growl accompanied his snapped command.
“Relax! She’s not hurting him. Trust me!” His arm shot out to stop Katya from
climbing in the back.
Michelle wasn’t hurting Ivan, not really. She did
grind through a dry hump until he convulsed beneath her, and the warmth of his
seed wet his pants. She let go of him after precisely one minute of feeding.
That was her rule. One minute, no more. The rule kept her conveniently
unattached and helped avoid stalker problems.
She turned around to Katya, patted Ivan’s scruffy
cheek and grinned with her bloody lips. “C’est
bien. I take good care of this one. Don’t worry. We are friends, non?” She ground her hips on him once
more, appreciating the warmth of Ivan’s sizeable crotch. “We had a little fun. Ça ne casse rien.” It is nothing.
Anatoly’s amber wolf eyes watched Michelle from the
rear-view mirror, his hands in a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel. “If
you hurt him, I will cut you from cunt to chest and leave your guts across the
rooftops of Moscow.”
Michelle blew him a kiss and licked the rest of
Ivan’s blood off her lips. “I hope you try. I’m still hungry.”
“I’m fine! Stop fighting.” Ivan’s hand gripped
Michelle’s ass firmly and he grinned with eyes fully dilated, high as a kite on
her venom.
Michelle held her prey delicately, appreciatively.
She knew how to handle these moments. She knew what men needed from her and had
no problem giving it. Men couldn’t keep away from her. They flocked to her side
everywhere she went. Once they had a shot of the venom in her teeth, she owned
their asses. She took great pains to ensure the effect was not permanent.
Aaron watched her cautiously. Though he’d had no
choice when he saved Katya, Michelle wished he hadn’t brought another
complicated woman into their lives. It was bad enough dealing with the damned
Persian princess who thought she ran the show. Add Katya in the mix, and their
lives had become a mess of bitchy drama scenes, usually related to the wolf who
refused to accept the harsh reality of her situation.
Her moment with Ivan came to an abrupt end when the
left side window exploded in her face. A barrage of automatic gunfire tore
through the car. Bullets, glass, screams and frigid air blasted across the
interior. Something smacked her left shoulder hard, and seconds later something
hammered into the left side of her head.
Ivan pulled her down on top of him, cursing in
Russian, right up to the moment she blacked out.
