The Nightlife: Las Vegas by Travis Luedke
Series: The Nightlife #2
Source: Review by Request
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My Rating: 4.5 of 5 Stars
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.
Travis Luedke had me so swept away with all the blood, sex, and violence…
I wasn’t expecting to get sucker-punched in the FEELS…
(Spoilers only if you haven’t read the first book…
And there’s no excuse not to read it, it’s FREE!)
Forever marked, hooked, an addict, a bloodslave. He’d done it to her on purpose, to bind her permanently. He’d broken Michelle’s primary rule.
The Nightlife: Las Vegas picks up three weeks after the disastrous fallout of New York City in the last book.
Aaron and Michelle are determined to keep a low profile in this new home and try to put the past behind them…
But this is the City of Sin…
“…I just love Las Vegas, the nightlife is so active. Never a dull moment,”
What better hunting grounds for a pair of Vampires than Las Vegas?
This book takes advantage of all the debauchery available in a town where excess is king. We’re talking high-stakes gambling, designer shopping sprees, strippers, jello wrestling, and copious amounts of narcotics…
What could go wrong?!?!
Spoiler alert: EVERYTHING can go wrong…
…she was the type to ruin a man, steal his heart, his money, his balls, and everything else that wasn’t nailed down.
Michelle’s uncomplicated solitary life was drastically altered when she turned Aaron Pilan into a Vampire. He’s completely devoted to her, but no longer dependent on her. Aaron proved his strength and worth by saving Michelle’s life several times over during their stay in New York.
It was her idea to pick up and move to Las Vegas – where humans (or cattle as she likes to refer to them) are easy, plentiful, inebriated targets. She can continue her highly lucrative escort business and lay low while the NYPD investigates the gruesome murder of two crooked detectives.
Side Note: I’m both attracted to, and terrified of Michelle.
She is a total bombshell badass.
She puts the ‘fatal’ in Femme Fatale
He couldn’t dictate her comings and goings. Subject to her compulsory commands, Michelle ran the show. But that didn’t stop him from worrying, from checking on her constantly.
Aaron is already attracting unwanted attention form the locals – An empath playing poker? Lucrative, but a terrible idea – Aaron has been cleaning up at the Hold’em tables, but he’s also been cleaning out a violent member of a local drug cartel who holds grudges, and who happens to be in business with the head of security at the hotel…
Aaron seems to be completely oblivious to the enemies he’s been making. His focus has been on controlling his inner predator, and doting on his new pet…
Anastasia Lucilla Makarova
She was so very tired of being beat up by the world, by men, by life in general. She’d gladly take all the protection he offered
You know you’ve had a hard life when becoming a blood-slave seems like salvation…
Ana has been on her own in Vegas since she was a teenager. The only thing she ever got from her runaway Gypsy father was her pseudo-psychic intuition. She’s descended from a line of Gypsy fortune-tellers and has a pretty good sense of people’s general feelings. Not that the highly-tuned warning bells have served her well – she always seems to be attracted to the guys who want to turn her into the victim.
Aaron meets Ana and discovers her extraordinary talent and tragic past all wrapped up in a gorgeous package – He doesn’t take the time to think – he makes her HIS.
Ana pledges her loyalty to Aaron and Michelle. She can’t remember the last time she felt as loved or cherished as she does with this pair of Vampires.
Life for a Bloodslave is fragile at best…
She’s literally addicted to the Vampire’s venomous bite.
She must constantly strive to stay healthy and hydrated.
Life expectancy for a Bloodslave is dismal, and that’s before you factor in violent drug cartels, perverted hotel managers, psychotic ex-boyfriends, and all the other dangers lurking on the Vegas strip…
She had never experienced any sensation or drug this intense in all her unusual sexual escapades. An excruciating mix of pain, ecstasy, euphoria. A non-stop explosion of joy.
I fall a little bit more in love with this series with each book…
It was even hotter and crazier than The Nightlife: New York and I soaked up every moment! There’s so much action-packed, blood-soaked hottness, it’s impossible not to stay entertained!
These books have a beautifully twisted cinematic quality to them – the descriptions are vibrant and suck you in (no pun intended) – plus, Travis Luedke has a habit of seeding his books with secondary story-lines which all come to a head at the best possible moment. I fucking LOVE that… Very Guy Ritchie…
I can’t wait to find out what happens next!
Demarco caught Oso’s gaze and nudged his head in the direction of the wet-bar. Oso glanced back down in horror at the naked woman sucking the life from Camacho. Demarco whispered in a hiss. “Get another one quick!”
Oso edged over to the wet-bar, his eyes glued to Michelle the whole time, sweat pouring down his face. He came away from the wet-bar with a shiny, little syringe in hand.
“Tírame la!” Demarco hissed.
Oso threw it to Demarco who snatched it out of the air. He slipped off the needle safety cover and stabbed it into the side of Michelle’s neck, depressing the plunger with his thumb.
She let go of Camacho and fell to the floor heaving and convulsing with grunts and growls. She flew up off the ground in a flash, tackling Demarco, tumbling across the patio in a scuffle. She came out on top, roaring in his face in victory. He tried to shove her off. She grabbed his arms, pinning him down with that inhuman immense strength he simply could not overcome. Seated atop his chest, she stared at him face-to-face, unhinging her jaw. Her naked breasts heaved as she breathed heavily, her glazed eyes rolled around wildly out of focus. She shook her head, as if she could shake off the effects of the heroin.
* * * *
She cocked her head sideways trying to focus her vision on that special spectrum of light/energy she alone could see, auras. Were they trying to kill her? Demarco’s aura streaked through with fatigue and pain, but not too bad off. She looked up to see Oso staring at her wide-eyed, scared shitless. He wanted to bolt, but fear held him in place. They didn’t appear threatening.
She snapped her wide-open jaw shut in Demarco’s face and looked back at Oso. “Why are you doing this to me?” She started to sit up, releasing her punishing grip on his arms.
Demarco squirmed beneath her, his naked hips sliding around between her legs in his struggle. It felt good.
“I like it.” She slurred into his face with a glazed smile.
He smelled so wonderful: fear, adrenaline, sex, blood. She liked it when the food got frisky. All those wonderful scents made her hungry for more than blood. Demarco struggled, bucking his hips to dislodge her, his cock sliding around her inner thighs. She wanted it.
“Get off me you crazy bitch!”
“I like it when you fight. Rendez-le plus dur. Je le veux plus dur. Make it harder!”
Giggling as he struggled, she bit him to make sure it would be nice and hard. As he wiggled around she latched onto him tightly and reached down between his legs to find what she wanted. It was already nice and hard.
He stilled when her fingers wrapped around his erection. In a split second she squirmed her hips in place and slid down onto all that wonderful hard flesh. Releasing her bite to sit up for a better reach, she worked down onto him. Within a few seconds his hands stopped trying to push her away and moved to her hips, pulling. He thrust up into her as she rode him, grinding down on all that wonderful meaty goodness.
She closed her eyes tightly in concentration. Slick, sliding, pushing and grinding. She rode hard, trying to find that force and rhythm Aaron could give her. She found her spot, the spot she liked. Aaron always knew how to hit it. This one didn’t know. She had to do it for herself, arching and grinding to get that thick cock right where she needed it.
She looked down at him through hazy, blurred vision going in and out of focus. He didn’t smell right, all soft and meaty, none of the hard-sharp angles of Aaron’s body. This was not Aaron. This man could not perform like Aaron.
After a time he began to tire. She saw the exhaustion in his aura, and some pain. She had been hurting him. She ground down onto his hips one last time, finding that special spot she wanted to hit. With a shudder and a growl, she lay her head down on his chest, licking at his nipple. She stroked him softly with her fingertips, trying to sooth. “Did I hurt you?”
He breathed very hard, panting even. She must’ve been too rough.
“I don’t have words for what you did to me.”
About the Author
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.