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?
Gabe is the third vampire and is the primary Dom at Club Moon. No way is he passing up the chance to aggravate Nick. That's what Gabe does. He may have once been a viking, but that didn't mean he doesn't have a sense of humor. And yes, despite Ambrose being the most powerful of the three, Gabe won't let that deter his teasing. But if you need a battle ally, Gabe is the one you want.
Nick ran his hand through his damp hair as he went into the closet. He didn’t really need to take showers, but he enjoyed the ritual of it. The hot water felt fantastic against his cooler skin. He wasn’t dead, but his temperature was slightly lower than a human’s.
Thankfully, Ana had reminded him to set his alarm so he wouldn’t be late. Not that it mattered; he hadn’t slept much. Shitty dreams did that.
After selecting a dark gray suit with thin stripping, Nick took it to the bed to begin dressing. As he pulled on trousers, he was grateful men’s fashion became easier to wear. Thank God the days of high starched collars and stifling cravats were over. And while he didn’t mind wearing suits, he preferred Henley’s and jeans.
While the date was folly, he was determined to see it through. Possibly by pinpointing why Gwen attracted him, he’d overcome it. She didn’t belong in his gloomy world, and the longer they stayed together the more dangerous it’d be for her. He had enemies who’d love to use her against him. Keeping Ana safe was trouble enough.
A familiar presence came down the hallway. Even through the walls, Nick sensed Gabe’s glee. Ambrose must have relayed his findings to him. Christ, it was like living with gossiping women.
Although if one person could give him advice on courting women, it’d be Gabe. He’d endured it twice. Nick wasn’t sure how to deal with dinner. Perhaps Gabe would have an alternative to using mind control on Gwen.
Nick opened the door as he finished buttoning up his white shirt. Gabe’s blond hair was in a low ponytail, and he wore a tailored black suit for Club Moon. As expected, amusement plastered his face, confirming Ambrose had spilled the beans.
“So it’s true then.” Gabe followed Nick into the bedroom. His imposing six foot six height and broad shoulders took up the entire door. “For a moment, I thought Ambrose was fucking with me. Guess not.”
Nick snorted, buttoning his cuffs. “Ambrose doesn’t have enough humor for pranks.”
“However, he does have a sense of humor. It’s exceptionally dry, like make you thirsty dry.” Gabe leaned against the wall, his amused emerald eyes taking in the sight. “You never dress sexy for me.”
“Grow some tits, and maybe I will.” Nick selected a dark red silk tie and began efficiently knotting it.
“So what’s her name?”
“Gwen, and yes, I am crazy for doing this.”
Gabe snorted. “I have no room to speak. I did it twice. Is Ana aware of this development?”
“She’s helped me arrange tonight.”
Gabe raised his eyebrows. “That’s incredibly open-minded of her. She isn’t jealous?”
“Ana knows this isn’t going anywhere with Gwen, so why be resentful of it?” Nick shrugged. “And our relationship isn’t romantic.” He grabbed the vest and put it on. “Any advice surviving dinner without arousing suspicion?”