The Nightlife Moscow by Travis Luedke
Series: The Nightlife #6
Source: Personal Library
My Rating: 4.5 of 5 Stars
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 hit men 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.
The Nightlife series heats up the cold streets of Moscow.
He shook his head in awe of the predicament he found himself in, again. Hunting billionaires, babysitting werewolves, answering to a fallen angel, and still attached to his psychotic French vampire lover who reeked of blood as he hugged him to ward off the chill…
Aaron, Michelle, and their band of merry mercenaries are in Moscow with a score to settle…
The previous books in this series have certainly had their share of action and suspense, but this book cranked the action all the way up to eleven… See, in the other books, most of the action was reactive. Michelle and Aaron had to get out of a scrape or right a wrong.
Trouble always found them, but in this book, they’re seeking it out.
Seek and ye shall find…
Our favorite vampire duo teams up with Ivan, Katya (plus the rest of the Russian Gypsy Wolf Pack), and the fallen angel Urvashi. The plan: infiltrate the compound of a notorious vampire… Bullets will fly, blood will be spilled, and Aaron has a huge choice to make…
Vampire, Good Guy (most of the time)
Slinking around in the dark, geared up for war, he felt like he’d been transported into the midst of a Mission Impossible film. Your mission, should you decide to accept it, is to kill a Russian vampire hiding in his fortified mansion protected by an army of militant mafia fuckers.
Oh Aaron… What am I going to do with you? I should probably feel bad for the guy, being a magnet for calamity and all… but he always seems to land
on his feet in bed with two or three gorgeous women…
Unfortunately, that list of women seems to be growing exponentially, and it’s getting harder and harder to do the right thing… Or even know what the right thing is…
He has his Vampire lover, his Fallen Angel Master, his reluctant Werewolf blood slave, and more women seem to be coming out of the woodwork all the time…
Aaron is content to live out his life quietly, surrounded by his lovers, but fate – and a certain fallen angel – have other ideas.
Fallen Angel, Shape-Shifter
In her vast experience, supernatural aberrations like vampires and shapeshifters often pursued dark, wicked lives of self-indulgence, seldom striving for greatness or enlightenment, Yet here and now, this pack, and this brash young man she held in blood-bond, presented an unusual combination. Powerful, gifted supernatural creatures who cared about humanity. A rarity that intrigued her.
Urvashi pulled Aaron’s leash all the way to Moscow in order to take down an ancient vampire who has been selling synthetic vampire venom as a street drug.
She has carefully orchestrated this black-ops style mission – complete with bribes to local law enforcement, a full arsenal of weapons, and a helicopter. She might be a little fanatical about taking down Dmitri, but the threat is a very real one – vampire venom turns humans into addicts almost instantly.
For Urvashi, killing Dmitri is business,
For the Wolf Pack, it’s personal…
Werewolf, Blood Slave
Theirs was a love-hate relationship. She loved his cock and his teeth, couldn’t find the will power to deny him, and hated herself, and him, for it.
We discover that the pack has been attempting to take down Dmitri for far longer than Aaron realized. Their feud goes all the way back to Rasputin – long enough to tell the history of modern Russia side by side with that of the Pack.
Katya has an extra score to settle – it was her niece who became blood slave to Dmitri and sold out the wolf pack during their last attempt to assassinate him.
Katya can barely keep her focus on the task at hand – her emotions are all mixed up with the knowledge that she too has become a blood slave. Forever dependent on Aaron for his venom.
The synthetic venom created by Dmitri could be the key to her freedom, but she has to find it first…
Jealousy is creeping in – There’s barely enough room in Aaron’s bed for her, let alone in his heart. His first love will always be the French vampire who he once called master…
Vampire, Femme Fatale
Michelle’s survival instincts had kept her alive for near a century, at the price of great loneliness. Though she loved Aaron deeply and couldn’t stand the thought of being apart from him, living among the company of wolves was destroying her sanity.
Michelle (my #1 lady crush of the moment) was already a deadly force to be reckoned with before traveling with the gang to Moscow.
Michelle attracts attention everywhere she goes, so the wolves decided to keep her hidden away in her hotel room until they’re ready to move forward with the plan. The result: one pissed off, half-starved vampire.
There’s no love lost between her and the wolf-pack, and the tense partnership is getting an extra dose of strain once Michelle’s bloodlust makes her unpredictable.
So there you have it –
A Vampire who attracts death and destruction,
A pissed off pack of Werewolves,
A fallen Angel with a vendetta,
and a half-starved Vampire ready to eat her enemies…
Yeah… This is going to get ugly…
Stuck babysitting the psycho vampire bullet magnet on a killing spree. The fun never ends in Moscow.
Indeed, Nightlife Moscow was a non-stop parade of blood, sex, & violence – sometimes all three at the same time!
Reading this was an incredibly fun experience, the reader is never sure how much trouble Aaron can get himself into. The Vampire has a tendency to get in over his head more quickly than anyone else on the planet.
All that trouble is catching up with him, though. He and Michelle have left a trail of blood and gore from New York to Las Vegas – from Paris to London and now Moscow.
All that violence is about to catch up with him…
I look forward to seeing what Travis Luedke has up his sleeve for the next book in the series. Moscow didn’t leave off with a cliffhanger so much as a promise that life is about to change for Aaron more than he ever thought possible.
Hard to believe it’s only been a few months since Michelle reluctantly turned the poor guy into a vampire… Life hasn’t really slowed down for him since that moment…
Squirming in Aaron’s lap to get comfortable, Katya couldn’t help but grin at the hot bulge warming her ass. Aaron always did have a marvelous erection. The sexual tension between them seemed an unwavering constant right along with the insatiable need for his teeth. She caught his hypnotic eyes and let his gaze sink into her soul, letting him see her need.
His hungry eyes held her in place, rapt. Damned leech was her predator, she his prey, and somehow she was okay with this. Oh how far she had fallen.
A heavy drugged feeling overcame her, weighing down her limbs, undoing her resistance to his charms. Breathless, she tried hard to gather some wits about her. In the background, Ivan’s rumbling voice was still reminiscing about old Mother Russia, but she couldn’t focus past her body’s response to Aaron.
This was how it always started, and usually ended in the bedroom.
After an eternity of drowning in his gaze, he finally blinked and she woke up to find herself panting like a dog in heat. He grinned. “I think we’d better get some more rest before all the fun starts tonight.”
Ivan grunted, and though she wasn’t looking at him, she could almost hear the smug humor coming off him in that one noise.
Somehow she found the will power to get down off Aaron’s lap and stand on her shaky legs. He stood, wrapped his arm around her, and pulled her away towards the bedroom. Over her shoulder she caught Ivan saying something, and she looked back at him as he winked at her. She hadn’t understood a word he said, and it didn’t matter. She was already on her way to get exactly what she wanted and needed.
Aaron latched the door behind them and stood watching her as she tossed her coat aside and crawled onto the mattress on the floor. Not exactly the most romantic place in Moscow. The room was colder than the rest of the warehouse, but the anticipation of all the things she knew Aaron would do to her warmed her from the inside out.
Her mouth turned dry as he climbed atop her slow and sensual. He didn’t weigh much, but the hard edges of his body hinted at the phenomenal strength within. He could crush her in his hands if he wanted. She loved to feel all the hard lines of his muscular back, shoulders, and ass. Her hands roamed up under his shirt with a mind of their own. Thin, cut, with a supernatural physical power, she truly enjoyed his domination over her body – perhaps too much.
She lifted a shaking hand to push against his chest in a ‘stop’ motion. “I don’t want all of Moscow to hear us, especially not my brothers … please don’t make me scream.”
A broad grin split his lips to reveal full-size fangs. How could such a deadly predator be so dead sexy? His eyes assessed her like a meal to be devoured and she enjoyed it.
“I’ll try. No promises.” His hand was already sliding down past the elastic band of her pajamas, but not as fast as she wanted. He took his time gliding his fingers along the edge of her pants.
Breathing hard again, she was so damn hot for him her clothes had become stifling. She’d never been this aroused by another man. Being in his presence was a constant attraction that pushed her self-control to the limit. Her fingers raced down his chest undoing the buttons of his shirt, working toward the prize.
He slipped his fingers between her legs and found her wet and ready. One finger, then two. She purred with the lovely push of his gentle quest. Finally, she undid the last button on his pants and freed that Lochness monster. Her eager hands stroked him, squeezing and tugging. She wanted it all, now.
He emitted a low growl, and her wolf answered him with a growl of its own. She pulled on his cock while her right hand pulled him down onto her. She needed all of him. His lips, his tongue, his teeth, his whole body. His mouth crushed her with an assault of kisses. She suckled his hot tongue and ground her hot wet pussy up into his fingers, trying to get more of everything.
Something about his kiss tasted different … tangy. Then she realized his fangs had nipped her lip accidentally, and he was lapping at the cut. Tiny sparkles of wondrous warmth infused her mouth … his venom. She needed the full monty. “Bite me now!”
He pulled away, a mischievous grin on his face. “Wait for it.” He stood up and stripped off his jacket and shirt then pulled down his black pants and stepped out of them. Last to go was the burgundy red boxer shorts, more of the designer clothing that Michelle was always buying him. He stood before her in all his pale, naked glory. Katya loved looking at him, her very own Calvin Klein underwear model.
With the last bit of her failing patience she stripped her panties and pajama bottoms, and ripped off her shirt. Lucky she hadn’t been wearing a bra. Aaron’s devouring gaze combed the length of her and she thought his erection somehow got a little bit harder. Moving with silent cat-like grace he slid back up on top of her. His sculpted thighs settled between her legs and spread her wide.
Though they were both shivering, she knew the intensity of sex with Aaron, and before long they’d both be hot and sweaty. He leaned into a soft kiss with a quiet murmur on his lips. “Thank you.”
She didn’t know why he was thanking her, but it didn’t matter as he filled her aching need with his thick, hard gratitude. That’s real gratitude, and he gave it all to her, sliding in until he hit bottom.
“You’re welcome and thank you too … Bloody hell!” She could hardly breathe or speak, so full of his cock.
His hypnotic vampire eyes pierced her soul as he pulled out and shoved back in over and over. She wondered if he was seeing the whole truth of how she felt about him … if she even knew her own feelings anymore. She had never needed anyone or anything like she needed Aaron, but was it something more between them? She couldn’t see past the need, the deliciously hard sex, to get a sense of whether her emotions were genuine, or simply a reaction to spending far too much time in the company of the seductive incubus planted firmly inside her.
Her hands gripped his tight, flexing ass as he fucked her harder, faster, then even harder, and somehow even faster …
Like an electric heated sex machine, his muscular body had become almost too hot to touch, warming her to the very core. It built inside her with each of his inhumanly powerful strokes into her sopping wet pussy, an orgasm to beat all orgasms. He was doing it again, that sex-magic-healing thing he’d done to her so many times in London when he saved her life.
Grunting and growling and grasping at every part of him, he plowed her ever upwards to a steep cresting wave of joy. At the top, what had to be the peak of the world, she looked into his eyes and saw a reflection of what was in her heart.
Love. Pure, simple, uncomplicated, love.
“Aaron, please … now.”
His teeth dived into her neck and she launched off the face of the earth into an orbit of sheer heavenly bliss. Gentleman that he was, he did her the honor of holding his hand over her mouth as she screamed her throat raw.
About the Author
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.