Travis Luedke – The Nightlife New York (Review & Excerpt)

The Nightlife: New York by Travis Luedke

Series: The Nightlife #1
Source: Personal Library
My Rating: 4 of 5 Stars

The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.

Vampires, strippers, escorts, night clubs, pimps and 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 regiments and 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 and evocative, infusing blood, sex, love and turmoil in an urban drama about two vampires battling evil outside and within themselves.

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Blood-soaked & sinfully sexy…
It was everything I hoped it would be…

Sex, blood, pleasure and pain created a wicked lovely blend like no other experience in this world.

Travis Luedke has a knack for blending erotica, violence, and humor which keeps me entranced… Add to all that a dash of romance and action, and this book is unstoppable.


She was his confessional, his priest, his savior, his own personal Jesus Christ, laying his demons to rest with her touch, presence, and silent acceptance.

Michelle has been hunting alone for years. As soon as she was free from her abusive master, she vowed to be her own woman; beholden to no man… or vampire. Solitude means safety – for her and the human population – all of her relationships seem to end in death and sorrow.

While stalking the streets of New York, she’s accosted by two crooked cops – they assume she’s a hooker and think they can coerce the pretty little blonde into bribing them with hush money… or sexual favors…

Michelle has no worries about the cops – they’re an easy dinner for her. Unfortunately, a good Samaritan steps in to save her from the perceived threat…

Aaron Pilan

He was now a blood-sucking vampire with amazing physical strength and agility, and some rather interesting talents for seduction. He had exceptionally acute senses and could read the minds of those nearby. He was a slave to the will of his drop-dead gorgeous–– though slightly psychotic–– vampire master whom he found difficult to trust and was fast learning to fear. The question was how did he feel about it?
Stuck. Stuck on her, and stuck with her.

Wrong place at the wrong time… Aaron was walking home from work when he caught sight of the blonde bombshell being accosted by New York’s finest. His honor and sense of justice demanded that he step in and help.

Funny how one moment can change your fate. A struggle with the offers ensues, a shot rings out, and Aaron is left bleeding to death on the sidewalk.

Michelle has a decision – let this sweet innocent man die, or give him a new life.

Here’s the catch – anyone who is turned into a Vampire is basically a slave to the Vampire who created them. Michelle’s traumatic experience with her own Master kept her from turning anyone, but she can’t keep herself from saving the honorable young man who tried so had to save her.

Aaron learns all about his new abilities from the powerful woman who now owns his body an soul. He’s falling under her spell a little more each day…

Add to all that:
A jealous ex,
two crooked cops,
a clueless roommate,
a cougar with a crush,
a pimp trying to go legit,
and all the excitement of New York City…

You’ve got one hell of a story set up.

A note about the subjective nature of reviews:

This is not the first book in the Nightlife Series which I’ve read. My first experience with Travis Luedke’s Naughty Vampires was actually The Nightlife San Antonio.

Metaphor time: Have you ever gone back and listened to the EPs of your favorite artist before they made it big? Ever had the pleasure of hearing their greatness being overshadowed by the fact that they were recording in a garage with a cheap microphone? This book was a little like that…

Nightlife San Antonio was a standalone published in 2014, the most recent “violently sexy” novel in The Nightlife universe. The Nightlife: New York, however, debuted in 2012 – that means Travis Luedke had an additional 2 years and 4 books to perfect his story structure and character development within this series alone… The author has several other books outside of this series which also helped him gain proficiency…

I don’t know how I would have felt about this book if it had been my first introduction to this author and series… I wasn’t crazy about the pacing or the plethora of POVs. I admit, I might not have rated this book at a solid 4 stars if I didn’t know that this book is a springboard for a pretty fucking spectacular series…

So there you have it, reviews are subjective, and my experience with this book was colored by my experience. I still enjoyed it, and I know I’m going to need even more of this series…

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Upon entering the club, Michelle weaved through the crowd to the dance floor with Aaron in tow.  She maneuvered them to a group of girls dancing together wedged into the center of the dance floor.  Michelle and Aaron slipped into the middle of them swaying seductively to the music, maintaining constant eye contact.

He began to notice something different.  These girls were watching him, and they were interested.  Women didn’t look at him that way.  Not unless they were so drunk they looked at everyone that way.  These girls wanted him.  They moved in closer.  Before he knew it, two girls sandwiched him and began grinding front to back.  He’d never been singled out by two women for such intimate attentions.  It was an incredible sensation to command the affections of several beautiful women.

He could get used to this real fast.  Being the focus of so much attention was intoxicating.  He felt like a rock star partying with his entourage in the VIP section.  He looked over at his fellow rock-star-vampire-master.  She was getting down to business.

While the ladies got funky, grinding all up on him, he gawked at Michelle in morbid fascination.  She had already bit into one girl for a few seconds, and immediately turned towards another girl behind her for a second bite, making short work of anyone within reach.  Nobody seemed to notice what he saw.  They were being tapped one right after the other, all totally oblivious.  She was an illusionist of the highest order, sleight of hand and fang.  The cattle were blinded by her splendor.

The girl in front of Aaron leaned back into him with her backside, offering the juicy target of her neck and shoulder.  She looked up with a seductive smile, giving him the eye contact he needed.  Her petite, golden-brown Latina curves begged to be bitten.  She licked her lips suggestively, an invitation he could hardly refuse.  He struck hard and fast, letting the feeding instinct take over as he sunk into her exposed neck swallowing down her red, delicious life.  The girl reached up to run her fingers through his hair, cupping his cheek in her palm.  

“Mas, mas, don’t stop!”  She fisted her hand in his hair with her explosive orgasm.

He didn’t want to let go.  Every instinct in his body said to hold on, suck until there was nothing left to take.  He dug down deep to find the strength of will to release her after what seemed like thirty seconds.  He pulled back leaving her hot and bothered, unsatisfied.  Reading her mind was a lesson in desire.  She wanted more.  She wanted him to do it again.  She didn’t have a clue what he’d done, but she wanted him to keep doing it.  The girl smiled up at him with a drugged, dazed look, a light sheen of perspiration on her forehead, her dark iris faded to solid black from dilation.  He had made a new friend.

Michelle flashed her eyes at him, sending a psychic kick through their mutual bond, silently urging him to move on.  He turned away from the Latina to face a tall, willowy blonde who matched him in height.  In seconds his unwavering eye contact gave him the control he needed.  When he beckoned, she came.  She moved right up on him, aligning her slim curves with his body as they both swayed to the music.  She wore a short blue dress and easily straddled his thigh, spreading her legs to place her most intimate flesh on his leg, her hips grinding in time with the music.  The Latina behind refused to be dismissed so easily.  Latina began working to regain his attention.  She molded herself to his backside with her arms flowing around him, slipping her fingertips into the front waistband of his pants.

He bit down straight into the pulse of the blonde grinding her moist sex on his leg.  He tried his best to focus on only one girl at a time, even though they both struggled to gain his attention.  Within seconds the blonde took his hand in hers, pulling his fingers down, inviting him to touch where she needed him most.  Her dress had hiked up exposing her inner thighs to his caress.  While he drank deeply, she used his hand to massage her swollen wet cunt, leaking her wetness onto his fingers.

The Latina hadn’t given up the battle for Aaron’s affections––she worked harder to regain his attention.  With her hand down the front of his pants, she tugged his cock to a full-blown erection.  He was so drunk on the overlapping sensations of blood and seduction that he almost fed too long from the blonde.  As he released her neck, she became more aggressive with her ministrations, pulling her underwear aside to shove his fingers partway into her slippery wet warmth.  At the same time, the Latina spooning him from behind worked him harder, faster, a skilled hand.

For the second night in a row, Michelle abruptly cut into his erotic fun when she grabbed his free arm and yanked him out of the clutches of the sex sandwich.  She plowed through the wall-to-wall dancers with Aaron in tow.  He looked over his shoulder to see two disappointed faces scowling at him.

When they reached the exit, Michelle turned to him with a sly smile.  “Sorry to interrupt, but this was out of control.  You did very well with timing, but you must not engage them sexually in public.  You attract the wrong kind of attention.  You don’t want the attention of security and police.”  She smooched him on the cheek and led him outside to the taxi.  She didn’t seem angry.  In fact she appeared aroused.  Her eyes dilated with pleasure.

“Your eye contact gives you control, especially when they are drunk.  Arousal from the bite and your natural attraction will drive women to rape you in public.  Is a sexual frenzy.  You must learn to moderate your effect.”  She was stroking his arm and crotch seductively.  A study in contradictions––to speak of moderation while arousing him to the point of explosion.

“I know is difficult.  Is very exciting.  Even to me, just watching you is exciting.  I will take good care of you tonight.”  She punctuated the promise by gripping his erection with her hand down his pants while kissing him.

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About the Author

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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.

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