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?
Nick uses humor to get past Gwen's defenses. He understands her wariness and knows she's had an abusive past. One thing you learn as a Dom is patience. Nick wants Gwen to be comfortable with him and open up and it takes time to earn trust. And so far, she thinks he's human...
Nick offered his arm to Gwen. “Back in the day, it’d be unheard of us to be alone like this.” He resisted staring at her lips. They were so damn inviting.
Gwen smiled as she slipped her arm through his. “Really?”
“There’d be a chaperone following us.” Nick glanced down at Gwen, his eyes mischievous. “It was a pain trying to flirt with an old bat watching you.”
“I’m sure it was,” she laughed.
Nick kept them from directly walking under the dazzling streetlamps, instead taking them by the fountain where the shadows were deeper. The low murmuring of voices came from the shrubbery nearby. A couple sitting on a bench tucked between bushes had their arms around each other. Idle chit-chat wasn’t what they engaged in.
He leaned closer to the red-cheeked Gwen. “I wouldn’t want scratchy branches all up in my hair like that.” Using humor to calm her nerves seemed the best method. And her graceful laugh was sexy to his ears.
“What if there are bugs?” Gwen kept her voice low so as not to disturb the oblivious lovers as they passed them. “Or spiders?”
A shudder came from Nick. “Those things will suck your brain out while you’re sleeping, you know.”
Gwen clamped a hand over her mouth to suppress the giggles. “Isn’t that a plot for a 1950’s B-movie?”
Nick wore a wry grin, wary of his fangs. “They are my favorite films to watch. And the spider ones creep me out. Guess they’ve made me paranoid.”
“They’re just spooky.” Gwen peeked up at Nick. She enjoyed this rapport they had. He brought out her laughter so easily. “So if I need a spider killed, you’re not the person to call?”
“Killing them is not a problem.” Nick chuckled. His roguish eyes returned to Gwen. “I’ll happily rescue you from the clutches of an evil, eight-legged monster.”