Two lost souls, one powerful connection. As a Dom for Club Moon, Nick Santos uses bondage to alleviate his anger at being forcefully changed. And when he meets Gwen Waters, his carefully controlled world is turned upside-down. Through her, he'll learn what true self-control is and that being a vampire has its benefits.
Freshly divorced from an abusive ex-husband, Gwen doesn't want another domineering man. But when she meets Nick, a world she only fantasized about is laid before her. Can she trust a Dom who's also a vampire? And can Nick be the man she deserves?
Considering Nick was Turned in 1840, that's a lot of women he's seen. Yet Gwen stands out from them. Her sharp intellect causes a burning desire in him long forgotten, and her submissive nature calls to his dominant side unlike other women. And tonight, their journey begins.
“Hi.” Gwen’s voice was cheerful through the intercom. “Did you have a hard time finding the place?”
Even through the tiny speaker, her voice sounded mesmerizing. “I should have known you lived in a pink Victorian house.”
“Technically, its mauve,” Gwen laughed. “I’ll buzz you in. Second floor to the right.”
The door clicked open, and Nick slipped inside. A streak of impatience coursed through him at walking up the stairs at human speed. As he stepped on the landing, Gwen emerged from her apartment.
Oh, sweet Jesus, she was stunning. Nick had to force his fangs to stay retracted and eyes to stay blue. Gwen’s fragrant scent hit him and stimulated inconvenient places. The burgundy dress flaunted gorgeous legs, and the low-cut top tantalized him. Upswept golden hair displayed a graceful neck perfect for nuzzling. This guaranteed to be a torturous night.
“You certainly know how to impress the ladies,” Gwen murmured. Her eyes widened as she realized she’d spoken that out loud. “I mean, hi. Again.”
Nick gave her a reassuring smile. “You give me good reason.” While tempting to use his power of compulsion to calm her, he resisted. Gwen needed to deal with this her own way. “Rarely does someone leave me speechless.”
“I’m just plain Gwen.” Her cheeks flushed.
“Oh, I disagree with that.” Nick held out a hand, which she accepted. His lips brushed her fingers with mischievous eyes. “Complimenting you heartens me. As forward as it may be.”
“I’ll do my best to keep up.” Gwen’s voice came out breathy. “Not many men kiss women’s hands these days.”
“I’m a bit rusty at it.” Nick kept hold of Gwen’s hand as if reluctant to lose contact with her.
“You do a superb job.”
“Then I’ll be sure to keep doing it.”
Gwen wore a demure smile. “I only need to grab my purse and I’m ready to go.”