Travis Luedke – The Nightlife: Paris (Review & Excerpt)

The Nightlife: Paris by Travis Luedke

Series: The Nightlife #3
Source: Review by Request
Copy Provided by the Author
My Rating: 5 of 5 Stars

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

Vampire master Michelle, and her slave, Aaron Pilan, leave the heartbreak of Vegas for a new start in Paris. Aaron’s mistakes in Vegas make him question everything he knows about Michelle, and the prospect of a long, lonely future with her.

Struggling with his predatory alter ego, Aaron chafes under Michelle’s rules. His animalistic desires drive him to take a lover without conditions – a bloodslave – but Michelle refuses.

Michelle is not blind to Aaron’s needs. She answers his demands by opening her heart and soul to him. Their minds intertwine and Aaron relives her dark, gritty tale of survival in the ravages of war-torn Paris under the German occupation. Her disturbing revelations are met with shock, pushing Aaron even further from her. For the first time, Michelle begins to reconsider the way she has lived all these decades.

And they are not alone in Paris. An investigator has shadowed them from Vegas, seeking the unique gifts of Michelle’s blood. He hunts the vampires, attacking them at their most vulnerable time. Michelle and Aaron face death and worse – separation.

Aaron and Michelle’s wicked, pulse-pounding tale drags readers breathless through one cataclysmic event after another.

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Aaron and Michelle descend on Paris, and their misadventures spawn my favorite book in the Nightlife series so far!

(Beware of spoilers if you nave not read the previous books in the series)

She loved the tower. It seemed an affirmation of French culture. A glorious three hundred and twenty-four meter celebration of the phallus. Nous avons le plus grande pénis.

Oh yes, this series is getting better and better with each book! This is deliciously twisted Urban Fantasy for those who enjoy a book with bite.

The Nightlife: Paris provided all the backstory I’ve been craving on the mysterious Michelle. We learned how the French femme fatale became a Vampire, how she survived Nazi occupied Paris, and all the reasons she crafted a strict set of rules to live by.

Rules she broke when she turned Aaron Pilan into a Vampire, thereby changing both their lives in the process.

Aaron Pilan

His dark brown eyes reflected the knowledge and experience of a man twice his age. He had loved and lost. He had experienced the harsh realities of enslavement, yet loved his captor. He was one of the most formidable examples of masculinity and strength, near angelic in his abilities, yet he would never be a free man.

This story picks up right after the devastating loss of Anastasia at the end of Nightlife: Las Vegas. Aaron is carrying a heavy burden as he processes the death of his beloved wife and pet. His only consolation is the unconditional love and support of his master, Michelle.

She has been a constant companion and mentor from the moment he awoke to his new life in New York. There’s no question of who holds the balance of power in their relationship. Aaron may be loved and adored by Michelle, but she can end him at any moment, and he knows it.

As Michelle shows Aaron all the decadent pleasures of the Paris Nightlife, she begins revealing more information about her mysterious past… Eventually Aaron realizes that there’s so much about Michelle he didn’t know, and he must come to terms with the demons of her past…

This series might focus on Aaron’s story, but Michelle was the star of this book…

Michelle de Mornac

She kissed away his melancholy. Her loving hands, soft lips, and perfumed scents were an addiction for which he had no cure. He could lose himself in her for eons without knowing the passage of time. Who could complain of spending their life with Michelle? Men would give fortunes to be with this woman. Why couldn’t he just be happy with her? Who could expect more?

I began this book with a crush on Michelle. She’s an incredibly badass female character capable of fucking her lovers to death… Literally. She’s a vicious, powerful goddess wrapped up in a gloriously perfect blonde bombshell package.

My admiration for (and infatuation with) Michelle only increased as I read her backstory in this book… She truly is one of the most badass bitches I’ve ever encountered. As a few new faces were introduced to us in this book, I was startled to discover that Michelle was not The most badass bitch on the planet… That title most assuredly goes to Urvashi…


A thief of identities, a mimic shape-shifter. He wondered what she really looked like. Or perhaps she had been stealing the lives of others for so long she no longer had an identity of her own.

Urvashi is a shape-shifting fallen Angel who stumbles across Aaron and Michelle in Paris. She is a master manipulator who has played puppet master for centuries. Urvashi’s motives and intentions are murky at best, and I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of her in future books.

The Nightlife: Paris was definitely a study in character development. Aaron and Michelle struggle with their Master/slave relationship in a way which hadn’t been touched on since Micelle had to use her compulsive powers in New York.

While Michelle and Aaron work to strike a new balance in their relationship, the pair are being watched. Urvashi isn’t the only one stalking this pair of predators through the streets of Paris…

It seems wherever these two go, they leave a trail of blood, entrails, and broken hearts behind…

They left the states to start over, but it seems trouble will always catch up to them…

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They returned to the Hilton around three in the morning, still early, but he knew his sex goddess had plans.  Michelle intended a short marathon before sunrise, and he probably needed it.  A healthy non-violent release of frustrations.

“Tomorrow I will show you my home.  I think you will like it.”  She had a strange faraway look in her eyes.  A woman with secrets.

She smiled seductively and slipped her hands over his chest, undoing his shirt.  He could never deny her.  He loved her too much to push her away.

She kissed away his melancholy.  Her loving hands, soft lips, and perfumed scents were an addiction for which he had no cure.  He could lose himself in her for eons without knowing the passage of time.  Who could complain of spending their life with Michelle?  Men would give fortunes to be with this woman.  Why couldn’t he just be happy with her?  Who could expect more?

Her touch felt so right, yet there remained something unsettled under the surface.  Anastasia.  He couldn’t think the name without seeing his black-haired Snow White in one of her new cocktail dresses, twirling as she modeled for him.  He had it all in Las Vegas.  Two of the world’s most beautiful and loving women a man could ask for.  He still had it better than most.

“I want all of you.  I don’t care if it hurts.  Burn it out, Aaron.  We have all the time in the world to burn it out.”  She had removed all his clothes as he stood there quietly, basking in her intoxicating attentions.  “Give it all to me.”  She growled in his ear as she gripped his length in hand.

“As you wish.”

He snatched her up with all his immense strength and flung her down on the bed to tear through her designer gown, tossing aside the shreds.  They bit down on each other in perfect sync as their minds combined together in the most intimate form of love.  Bodies and souls meshed, intertwined, pleasure overlapping until neither could tell whose ecstasy was whose.

He found her warm, and wet, and he stretched her open wide as he buried his cock.

Mon dieu!”  She squirmed as he worked in deep.

He pinned her beneath him and gave her every last ounce of his love, frustration, anger, and grief, burying it in her over and over and over.  She clawed the bed, his back, his ass, he kept on going.  He dug into her limit and beyond, pushing so hard she gave him sweet little grunts of pain.

He shared her pain, as she shared his.  Their emotions blended into a wild frenzy, driving him like a madman.  He nailed her again and again.  She growled and thrashed beneath him.  They were perfect for each other.  She could handle all his ferocity, all his pummeling passions.  He had to exercise the utmost caution with the humans, but not Michelle.  She took it all and screamed for more.

He rammed her, pounded her, pinned her down and fucked her with deep, hard, grinding strokes.  She uttered a feline purr, a low growl with little squeaks and squeals as his thrusts hit home.  He lost all sense of self.  He became Michelle as she became Aaron, together one and the same.

Her love and affections washed over him, her acceptance.  She’d never had it so good.  No man could give her what he did.  The rapture of their synchronous bites and furious sex brought her heavenly bliss for hours.  If it wasn’t for the need to feed she’d never let him out of her bed.  He was her conqueror, the one and only man who could.  And yet she owned him.  And that was just the way she liked it.

They lasted for a time, burning out their passions for one another, until he collapsed exhausted.   She lay under him convulsing and squirming, chanting her love for him repeatedly.  “Je t’aime, je t’aime, je t’aime …”

He read her sublime happiness.  How could he ever ask for more than this woman in his arms, happy?  She might have the ability to command his obedience, but he held her heart in his hands.

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About the Author

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Travis Luedke is a NY Times & USA Today bestselling author of urban fantasy, scifi, 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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3 thoughts on “Travis Luedke – The Nightlife: Paris (Review & Excerpt)

    • You’re welcome! Thanks for sharing. The amount of Twitter notifications I just received actually drained my phone battery enough to necessitate charging!

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