Title: The Nightlife London
Author: Travis Luedke
Series: The Nightlife Series
Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance/Vampires
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: December 23 2013
Edition: eBook with Print Coming
Soon
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:
#1 THE
NIGHTLIFE NEW YORK
#2 THE
NIGHTLIFE LAS VEGAS
#3 THE
NIGHTLIFE PARIS
#4 BLOOD
SLAVE
#5 THE NIGHTLIFE LONDON
#6 THE
NIGHTLIFE SERIES OMNIBUS (Books 1-4)
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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.
Aaron immediately notices Katya's resemblance to the dead Ana and can't help but want her. Ivan notices and kinda encourages it to take the edge off Katya's anger, but nothing really comes to fruition until the end of the novel. In London, you learn more about Urvashi and what she truly is from inner dialogue between her and Aaron, especially as he's trying to help Katya.
Full of sex and violence, this is more of the blood and orgasms from the previous novels and the pace will keep you turning those pages. I find Aaron infuriating: he doesn't give a damn about what anyone else thinks and just follows his cock all over the place. He disregards sound advice from those with experience. Cocky. And not in a cute way. Michelle is calm, cool, and collected, but of course she has had several hundred years to cool her jets. She is very business-like about everything except Aaron. She desperately wants to keep him and is infuriated by Urvashi's stake on him.
Ivan was an interesting, vodka-swilling, bear of a wolf with a self-assured arrogant sense of humor that brings a wry grin to your lips. Incredibly protective of Katya, I had to admire that he was trying to help keep her safe while knowing she hold her own to protecting her by encouraging a little alone time with Aaron so she could get some sex that he thinks she needs. I laughed.
I don't speak Russian or French, but I do have a decent grasp of Spanish and some of the phrasing was off. Also, I don't think "essay" and "esé" are the quite same thing. But this is just a minor reading glitch that can be glossed over. The rest of the writing is sound in its telling and there were no bumps out of Reader Zone!
My copy was a complimentary copy in exchange for this honest review.
The next evening, right after sunset, lounging on
golden-weaved pillows in their pastel striped hotel suite, Aaron explained
Urvashi’s plans to Michelle. She reacted
as expected – not happy.
“What is she doing now?
Chienne fou.
She will kill us all.” Despite
her ire, Michelle pecked Aaron on the cheek and held his chin, pinning him with
her vivid, emerald green gaze. Her
flawless pale skin, elegant, patrician features and golden-blonde hair had
never failed to hold his attention, but it was her eyes that always snared him.
“Michelle, you have to trust her. I trust her.”
He wished he could share his connection to Urvashi with Michelle, the
way they used to share everything.
“You are blinded by your bond to her. For me, is simple. She does not love you and I do.”
“This has nothing to do with love. It’s about getting the job done. You’ve been hot to find Michael Jamison for
weeks. We’ve gotten nowhere until last
night. This is our first lead since he
killed that bank teller.”
Although the BBC news declared the woman’s death a cardiac
arrest, Urvashi had ferreted out the truth.
The woman had been left in the alley, short a couple pints of blood,
with telltale puncture wounds on her neck.
Aaron continually wondered why Jamison murdered the bank teller. Maybe he simply couldn’t stop feeding until
he killed her, an accident of sorts.
Michelle pulled Aaron’s face to her, nose to nose. “Oui,
mon amour,
we will find him soon enough. But I have
always worked alone. I trust no one but
you.”
He took her hands, curling his fingers with hers. Michelle had gone through hell with her
master, Julian, decades ago. The man had
fucked her head up royally.
“That was the life Julian taught you. But it is not our life. Michelle, I want to live, with you, for
real. No more hiding in nightclubs and
back alleys. We are going to start
building a life, connecting with people, trusting people. We’ll start with Urvashi. My father said people deserve the benefit of
the doubt until they prove otherwise.
Trust is a two-way street. You
have to give to receive.”
“You cannot see her.
She is dangerous to you, like we are dangerous to people. And you are blind to her as people are blind
to us.”
“I know things about her you don’t understand. She is ancient, older than even she
knows. But beneath all those hundreds of
years lies a person, a woman, and she can be trusted. I believe she is worthy of our trust.”
“How do you know she is a woman? Is a mask.
She can change shape. She is not
human. I smell her. I see her aura. She is something else. A fallen angel? Is très
mal. I have not lived a hundred years by being
stupid. She is dangerous.”
“Okay, even if you’re right, it doesn’t change
anything. I am bound to her. We have to find a way to make the best of
it.”
Urvashi entered Aaron and Michelle’s hotel suite with
divinely impeccable timing.
Michelle snarled, “Quand on parle du loup!” Speak of the devil.
Urvashi held her hands in the air with an exultant
grin. “And here I am.”
“Ladies, can’t we just get along?” One of these days he’d have a wicked catfight
on his hands. And it’d be ugly. Inevitable.
“Of course. I just
came to make sure you two were ready for our next big adventure.” Urvashi’s static powered fingertips traced
his shoulder. “I hope you appreciate how
much trouble you have been. Beyond her.” Urvashi pointed towards Michelle, as if it
was so horrible to tolerate her presence.
Aaron’s autonomy with Michelle had been granted by Urvashi,
begrudgingly, at his steadfast insistence.
The severity of his master’s eyes spoke to serious
business. “I called in favors on this
one. Albanians are not easy to deal
with. But I happen to know people who
spent some time in Kosovo. They have
dealt with the KLA and the mafia families before.”
“Friends in low places?”
“Unfortunately, yes.
We meet them tomorrow night.
Bring the katanas.”
“What good are swords against guns?”
“Just bring them.”
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