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?
Now that Gwen has liberated herself from her domineering mother and abusive ex-husband, she won't go back to a life in a gilded cage. After her divorce, she proved she was perfectly capable of living on her own. With degrees in Interior Design and business management, she took a dying shop and turned it into a thriving business. And with the growing success of Artfelt Expressions, Gwen can hold her head high and know she doesn't need anyone to help her.
While tempted to order something alcoholic, her mother wouldn’t appreciate it. Instead, Gwen opted for iced tea, and Vivian ordered water with a slice of lemon, as usual.
“So you haven’t found a man yet.” Vivian didn’t glance up from the menu she pretended to study. “And now you’re alone like a spinster.”
Gwen kept the menu on the table so Mom wouldn’t see it trembling in her fingers. “Actually, I went on a date last night.” She shouldn’t be doing this. It was too soon. “We’re going out again tonight.”
Vivian’s eyes narrowed as if gauging the truthfulness of Gwen’s words. “Who is he? What does he do?”
“His name is Nick, and he’s a professional photographer.” Gwen didn’t add he specialized with women in bondage. Although the look on her mother’s face would be funny.
“A photographer?” Vivian frowned, setting the menu on the table. “So that means he doesn’t have a steady paycheck.”
“Actually, Nick does quite well for himself.” Why was everything about money? If Mom knew he was a vampire, she’d wonder how much gold he had stashed away over the centuries.
“And what are his plans when he’s not in demand? People lose interest. Can he afford to take care of you?”
“I pay my own bills.” Where was that tea to give her hands something to do? “I have a business that I make a living from, remember?”
“Oh please, you live in an old house with other people,” Vivian rebuked. “You need a place of your own. How will a photographer buy you one?”
“I love my apartment,” Gwen protested. “And Nick’s bank account isn’t an issue for me.”