Meet the wicked, strange, obnoxious, deadly characters of NIGHTLIFE MOSCOW #Paranormal #ASMSG

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Meet the wicked, strange, obnoxious and dead sexy characters of The Nightlife Moscow.

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.

The first and last character you meet in the Nightlife Series is Aaron Pilan. Aaron has been with us from the beginning, and it could be said that this series is really his story.

 

Obnoxious bastard vampire, Aaron happens to be a decent guy… sometimes.

Though young and inexperienced, Aaron has survived numerous trials by fire, loved and lost, been widowed, shot and hunted by police in four nations. The Nightlife Series chronicles his dark, violent, erotic misadventures from New York to Vegas, Paris, London, and now Moscow.

Never fear ladies, Aaron’s story is far from over. In fact, with shocking developments from Moscow, this may be the beginning of something new and delightfully macabre.

Next in the lineup is Michelle de Mornac. Michelle is a French femme fatale whose Parisian exploits against the German soldiers in WWII were often mistaken for French revolutionary assassinations. In her early Paris years, Michelle enjoyed dishing out messy, painful eviscerations – she hated German soldiers with a passion. These days she is a much calmer creature who prefers to work out her desires through sex, rather than violence. Once in a great while she cuts loose and returns to the old habits of shredding the entrails of her victims. When she hits that mood, its best to get out of town, or out of the country.

Michelle and Aaron’s lives have been inextricably intertwined since the beginning, in New York. Through the gift of her blood, she brought him into the fold. In retrospect, it wasn’t the wisest thing to do. She never counted on falling in love with Aaron, or the complicated mess he would make of their lives. Michelle is the other half of the Nightlife Series. Where Aaron goes, Michelle follows, even to Moscow in the dead of winter to hunt a vampire bajillionaire.

The third member of Aaron’s family joined them in Paris, when Aaron unwittingly bound himself to an Apsara – a fallen angel named Urvashi. This immortal shapeshifter Aaron calls master prefers to wear a skinsuit of Kim Kardashian.

Urvashi the great and powerful has her telekinetic fingers draped all over the supernatural beasties of Europe. She’s the behind the scenes puppet master, a self-appointed supernatural judge, jury, and executioner. A seducer and manipulator of men the world over, it pays to stay on Urvashi’s good side. The fools who fail to learn this lesson find their heads suddenly detached from their bodies.

The late-comer to Aaron’s highly dysfunctional family is Katya, a Russian werewolf ex-patriot living in Soho London. Katya loves to hate vampires – passionately. Katya is Aaron’s biggest mistake and his primary source of grief – a werewolf bloodslave.

She needs him, always. Every minute of every hour, she needs Aaron’s teeth in her neck. Her addiction to his bite has made both their lives near impossible. Aaron has his hands full keeping Michelle from treating Katya as the meaty center of a blood-sex sandwich.

Katya’s sidekick and fellow pack member is Ivan. Hailing from Russia, with a history that reaches all the way back to Rasputin himself, Ivan is an old school werewolf. He runs the mercenary operations of the wolf pack and spends his leisure time swimming in vodka and giving Katya shitty advice on her love life.

We now introduce the Supreme Bastard himself, the man who unseated the Czar, toppled the royal family, and sent Mother Russia barreling into a blood-drenched Bolshevik Revolution: Dmitri the vampire bajillionaire.

Known for his deep, lasting relationships with Russian mafia, and his skill at making a buck at everyone’s expense, Dmitri is the fucker you love to hate. Draped in illicit money and wielding tremendous power through Russian corruption, Dmitri runs his own army of ex-military grunts. His filthy empire of payoffs and dirty deals spans across all Eastern Europe, and so does his reach as he sends his soldiers hunting for the wolf pack. He killed off two pack members in a recent ambush, and now he’s dying to finish the job.

Dmitri is joined by the victims he enslaved, four women who wished to God they had never seen his face or heard his name: Kristina, Svetlana, Natalya, and Oksana a.k.a. The Bloodslaves.

   

Kristina (far left brunette), mother, undercover spy, and bloodslave to Dmitri, the poor woman just can’t get a break. Hers is a dark and painful path – her only salvation is her daughter Lana.

Svetlana (blonde), once a highly successful attorney at a Moscow firm, she was kidnapped and raped repeatedly until she agreed to serve Dmitri’s needs and represent his sleazy corporate manipulations. She alone holds the key to running Dmitri’s empire and unraveling his dirty secrets.

Natalya (topless brunette) works as a painted stripper, shaking her tiger-striped ass all over Moscow. An addict, alcoholic, whore, Natalya is a hot, wet mess looking for a cock to land on. Meeting Dmitri might have been the best thing that ever happened to her, or the worst.

Oksana (topless brunette #2) was the girl next door who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when Dmitri noticed her. A submissive, quiet woman, Oksana survives in Dmitri’s household by keeping her mouth shut and doing what she’s told. She is the perfect bloodslave.

The last member of Dmitri’s family is the girl Aaron Pilan never saw coming, but she manages to turn his life upside down and inside out:  Lana.

At only six years old, Lana’s fate depends upon Aaron’s promise to ‘do the right thing.’

Unfortunately, Aaron isn’t known for doing the right thing.

Grab this latest installment of The Nightlife Series and prepare to be immersed in a dark, wicked, sensual world of bloodslaves, sex, Russian technogrind, vampires, werewolves, and all the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches you can steal from Dmitri’s kitchen.

Travis Luedke – The Nightlife Moscow (The Nightlife #5)

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Travis Luedke is a husband, father, and author of Urban Fantasy Thriller, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, and Sci-fi. He is currently catching a 3rd degree sunburn in San Antonio, Texas, and loving every minute of it.

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.

Books in The Nightlife Universe:

The Nightlife: New York (The Nightlife #1)

The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife #2)

The Nightlife: Paris(The Nightlife #3)

The Nightlife London (The Nightlife #4)

Blood Slave (The Nightlife)

The Nightlife San Antonio (The Nightlife)

The Nightlife Moscow (The Nightlife, #5)

The Nightlife Series Omnibus (The Nightlife #1-3 & Blood Slave)

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UNEXPECTEDLY MATED ~ Smexy Hot #Shifter #EroticRomance by @MillyTaiden #ASMSG

Unexpectedly Mated

After years of lusting over Jake Wolfe, Nicole Acosta finally got a taste of the dirty-talking bad boy. During the scenting ceremony, he showed her how explosive things can be between them. But Nicole doesn’t do love. She doesn’t even know what love is. So how can she know if a relationship with Jake would be the right path to take?

Jake Wolfe wants Nic more than his next breath. She’s curvy, mouthy and so hot his blood boils just thinking of her. But Nic’s been keeping him at a distance. And Jake is tired of her games. One fateful trip to Sin City and all bets are off. 

After a fun night of drinking, Nic wakes up married to Jake and with a second shifter wanting her for himself. She'll have to finally face the feelings she has or shut them out forever. Their newly formed bond will either allow her to open her heart to love or leave Jake without a mate to call his own. 

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FOR CRYING OUT loud! Nicole Acosta tugged the earpiece out and glared at it. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Emma, heck, most of the time she pretty much ignored her friend. Emma was just…bossy. Yeah, bossy. But tonight, that wasn’t the problem. She glared into the darkness. There better not be any mosquitoes or she’d go ballistic. Already her skin crawled with the thought of what could be in the area.

She shoved the ear piece back in.

“It’s only for a little while,” Jordan said. “We’ll be out of here in no time, Nic.”

Right. Not frickin’ likely. She bit her lip to swallow the yell she wanted to throw at her friends. There were bugs all over the place and she and bugs did not mix. She’d have to buy new trainers after this. There was no way in hell she’d wear those mud-covered ones again.

 “It’s not the end of the world,” Emma whispered. “We all agreed to come and do this for Ellie. Just suck it up.”

Suck it up? Easy for her to say. Emma loved the outdoors and all that stuff. Outdoors to Nic meant the park. Or the pool. Now here she was, like a deranged teenager, spying on a scent ritual that was sacred to Ellie’s people. All for what? To catch a glimpse of Jake Wolfe. That philandering mutt.

She couldn’t help herself, she peeked over the ceremony site where Mrs. Wolfe or as she preferred to be called, Barbara, motioned the guys into the woods. Ellie said they’d be on watch. Something moved on Nic’s leg. Oh God. Was it a snake? She peered into the darkness and swatted away whatever crawled on her.

The things she did for her insatiable crush on Jake. It’d been that way from the first time she’d met him. And what a way to meet a man that had been. If first impressions were everything, Nic got the best first impression of Jake ever. She’d visited Ellie’s house for a weekend sleepover when they’d been in college. Their gazes met and she swore she’d been electrocuted. She’d been rooted to the spot like an idiot, staring at his hunkiness in all his wet and naked glory with stars in her eyes. Well, that’s what he loved to tell her.

From that moment on, Nic knew she couldn’t let Jake get to her. He was the world’s biggest flirt, used to women falling to his feet. And while she wasn’t familiar with the whole love thing, she knew all about lust. He’d smiled one time. That’s all it took. For him to show her that dimple she adored and her girly bits had readied for surrender. Not to mention her brain cells had gone AWOL. It was pathetic. It was also the reason why she’d let herself get talked into sitting on a picnic blanket, with her knees to her chest. She still couldn’t figure out what made the noise in the grass.

Maybe Ellie was wrong. What if there were snakes there? A firefly zoomed around her. She watched the tiny bug light up the dark with its yellow glow, zipping and buzzing back and forth in front of her. Some bugs weren’t so scary. From far away. 

Her attention shot down to the blanket in the darkness. She’d swear it moved again. Her mind ran on overdrive and she knew the likelihood of her seeing shit that wasn’t even there was big. She took a deep breath and sighed. Her muscles ached from how tense she held herself. The night’s coolness did nothing to stop the heat from the earlier part of the day. Her tank top stuck to her back. She yanked on the front part and blew on her boobs. Thank goodness she was alone or she’d look so stupid doing that.

The others had gone silent. She wondered what they were up to. Where they as freaked out as her? Probably not. She’d bet Emma would live in the damn forest if she got a chance. Leaves crunched from a nearby bush. With an agility she knew she didn’t possess, she got on her knees on the blanket. The noise in the trees increased. Fear froze the blood in her veins. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears along with the sound of the harsh breaths that struggled in and out of her lungs. There was a wild animal near her.

Holy. Shit.

“Oh, hell no!” There was no way she would sit around to find out what the heck was in the bush. She struggled to her feet. Her leg had gone numb so she had to put her weight, which was not just a couple of pounds, on her other leg. Screw the video, she’d return in the morning and remove the camera.

She bent and yanked her bag from the blanket. Something poked at her ass. She turned on her heel to run. Her knees hit a big lump of...fur? Her body did a full flip over the big furry body and she landed on her back with a thud, half on and half off the blanket.

“Ouch!”

Within seconds, a furry face she knew all too well came into view.

“Jake?”

The big wolf lowered his head down to her face and licked her cheek. Figured. He was such a horndog. Even in his animal shape, he was still a flirt.

“Jake, I’m sure you have better things to do than scare me half to death.” Then, when she remembered where she lay, she scooted up to sit on the blanket. “I need to get out of here before something else crawls on my leg.”

Jake growled. She widened her eyes in disbelief. “Did you just growl at me you big mutt?”

The wolf prowled around her in a full circle. She couldn’t figure out what the hell Jake thought he was doing, but she had to get off that grass. There was shit in it and she couldn’t see it for the life of her. She lifted a hand to her ear. The others were much too quiet. Her hand touched a small diamond stud. She’d lost the ear piece.

“Fuck!”

Jake growled again.

“Shut it, mutt. If you’re not here to help me, then you better go,” she hissed, then tapped the massive wolf’s nose and turned. Now on all fours, she tried to peer into the darkness for the ear piece.  “This is the shit I get into for minding other people’s business. If I’d have stayed home and bought shoes online, this wouldn’t have happened,” she mumbled, feeling along the blanket for the small piece of technology. “I could be having a nice Apple Martini or a Cosmo and watching my man Vin Diesel riding the streets in his latest flick. But no, I had to come here to see what all the fuss was about with mating between shifters.”

She didn’t care that she continued to ramble while Jake, in the form of a wolf, stood behind her. The idea of him as nothing more than a possible pet was easier to handle than his sexy human face. Or those big arms. Or those washboard abs. She gulped. Crap if she continued to think of him as a man, she’d end up all kinds of turned on.

If she started thinking of him naked she’d be in all kinds of trouble. That had been the worst way to meet a man. Although with his body, it was probably the best unexpected nudity she’d ever come across. Her first time in the Wolfe household and she’d opened the wrong door to see Jake. A very wet and naked Jake that had just showered. Her mouth had dropped open, ready to apologize, but then he’d smiled. She’d been a goner ever since.

So many years had passed and he’d never let her forget that day. From then on he’d flirted endlessly with her and did his best to taunt her into seeing him as more. Only with Jake, more came at a price. From what she knew he wasn’t interested in anything long-term, much less a serious relationship. Not that Nic wanted long-term commitment either. She wouldn’t mind long-term fun though. And Jake the dirty-talker could probably make her come with just the things he said to her. Christ. Most of the time their conversations ended with her rushing home to take a cold shower...with her vibrators.

Jake was another story. According to Ellie he didn’t even have a cell phone on contract because he didn’t like commitment. That spoke volumes of him. It didn’t stop the fact that Nic had developed some feelings for Jake. Feelings she didn’t like to think about most of the time. Emotions were dangerous. She wasn’t familiar with them much and preferred to keep them as far away as possible.

“Nic…”

Hearing Jake say her name made her squeal. Before she could catch her breath, his hands were on her hips, pulling her back into him. Air caught in her throat. He gripped her waist. Held her captive. The hard bar of his cock pressed at her butt, the thin spandex from her yoga gear no match for his hardness.

“Jake…” What? Her throat went dry. She didn’t know what to say, only that she really liked how good he felt holding her. How wet it made her to feel him pressing on her ass.

“God, Nic,” he growled softly. “I love how fucking good you smell. You’re hot for me. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”

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Blood Slave by Travis Luedke

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Her mother named her Esperanza Salvación – Hope for Salvation. But when a girl works as an escort for Colombian cartel in the ghettos of Spanish Harlem, there wasn’t much hope, or salvation.

Hope’s telepathic ability keeps her a step ahead of ruin, but her unusual gift attracts the attention of a psychotic vampire bitch. Trapped in a Manhattan penthouse with the psycho, she thought she was dead meat.

Her survival lies in the hands of Vampire Master Enrique. He seems to respect her, perhaps even care. As a measure of protection, he makes her his personal Bloodslave. Helplessly addicted to his bite, Enrique rules her every moment. As always, Hope must adapt to survive.

Swept into the decadent nightlife of Manhattan's elite, she falls in love with Enrique and prays someday he may grow to love her, too. But is it simply a relationship of convenience? Is she nothing more than a concubine desperate to satisfy his nightly demands for blood and sex?

And forever in the background is the fear that one day the cartel boss she abandoned will hunt her down to collect on old debts.

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Hope, a telepath, is a Colombian escort, living in the ghettos of Spanish Harlem.  She just finished having sex with her client, an Asian woman named Lia.


I pulled my hand out with a wet “plop” sound and a grunt from Lia.  She had wet my whole forearm.  She’s one of those women who squirt, like the ones in porn films.  The smell of our sex permeated the room.  As I walked to the bathroom to wash up, I passed by the mirror and stopped in shock.  A thin line of blood ran down my neck.

“You bit me!  Look at that!”  I pointed at myself in the mirror.  “That is so gross!”

I freaked and ran to the bathroom.  I could feel the warm blood running down my shoulder onto my breast.  “Shit!”  I rummaged through the medicine cabinet for the hydrogen peroxide.

I found it and the triple antibiotic with shaking hands.  Who knows where her mouth had been today, she was eating me out a few minutes ago.

Before I could begin to wipe up the blood she was on me.  “Wait.  Let me take care of it.  It’s my mess, I’ll clean it up.”

Then her slimy wet eel tongue snaked out and licked from my breast all the way up to my neck.  The girl had skills with that tongue.  She could take that tongue on the road and make some serious money in a carnival freak show.

Then it hit me and turned my stomach over in flip flops.  She actually licked up my blood.  And I read it there in her mind plain as can be.  She loved it.  I tasted like a syrup-covered ice cream cone to her.  She’d happily lick me all night long if I let her, as long as I kept on bleeding.

“Eww!  Gross!  Oh god, that’s so nasty!”

I almost lost it right there.  I actually gagged for a second, barely swallowed it down.  I kinda have this obsessive-compulsive thing about cleanliness, and blood is definitely unclean in my book.  Blood borne pathogens.  Diseases of the blood.  Hospitals treat it like a damn biohazard.

Lia snickered at my gross-out reaction, like it was all some joke.  But she couldn’t hide the fact she wanted more.  The freak actually thought she was a vampire.

Then she got really weird.  She stared intensely without blinking.  I sensed her trying to somehow take control of me with her creepy stare.  The chick was odd, a little too much for my tastes.  The sex was fabulous, but I couldn’t deal with the blood thing.  Just straight up sick.  I may be an escort from a third world country, but I do have standards.

She kept staring at me, had been staring at me for some time.  Then she spoke in a commanding monotone, “Tell me your name.”

The sad truth is I didn’t really want her to be a stranger.  As odd as it sounds, I wanted her to come back, and not for the generous tip.  I wanted more of those screaming orgasms.  I’m not normally a screamer, but she had a way of bringing it out of me.

So, against my better judgment, ignoring the creepy aspects of everything that had gone down so far, I gave her what she wanted.  “My name is Hope.”

I have never told anyone in America my real name.  Esperanza Salvación just sounds so south-of-the-border.  ‘Hope’ has a nice ring to it, one syllable.  I delude myself into believing that if I can drop my Colombian accent, employ flawless English and use the name Hope, I can somehow rise above my humble beginnings.

Lia started in on me with that eerie command voice.  “Hope, you will not remember our meeting or this conversation.  You’re feeling tired.  You feel like sleeping.  You need to rest.”

This shit was getting old fast.  “I get it.  You don’t need to repeat yourself.  I’m not stupid.  I’ve been doing this a long time.  I know the score.  I’ll never tell anyone you were here.  We’ve never met before, yada, yada, yada.  I know the routine.”

Lia didn’t care for my attitude.  She came at me again with that same monotone crap.  “You will not remember our meeting.  We have never met before.  You will not remember that I bit you and tasted your blood.”

“Whatever.  It was gross.  But don’t worry about it.  I’m not gonna say anything to anybody.  It didn’t happen.  This is our little secret.  I respect your privacy.  Actually … I was hoping you might want to see me again …”

I’d given this speech to dozens of cops, business men, politicians, even a priest.  Everyone who’s someone of importance out in the community needs reassurance their freaky romp with an escort will remain confidential.  I’m not into blackmail or extortion or anything stupid like that.  It’s nasty business that never ends well.  I have seen it done by the cartel to others less fortunate.  Plus, being illegal, it wouldn’t be hard to get me deported.

She did not look pleased.  I tried to put her at ease.  “You already gave me a two hundred dollar tip, so I’m cool.  And I really would like to see you again …”

She started looking at me funny, her head turned sideways, like I was the freak.  I dug into her mind to see what the hell.  She’d become extremely irritated over something.

“You’re a special kind of girl, aren’t you?”

She was trying to defocus her vision to see something else, off to the side of my head.  Some kind of hazy color spectrum.

“Yes you are …”  Her voice trailed off.  She flipped like that into a raging-bull hatred.  She pegged me with this totally wicked I-want-to-kill-you-and-dance-on-your-corpse look.  “You Bitch!  You’re digging around in my head, you bitch!”

I caught it a split second before she hit me, and I reacted.  I flinched away, stepped back out of her reach, except she hadn’t moved.

“Gotcha, didn’t I?  I knew it.”  Her lip curled into a snarl.

“What?  What’s your problem?”

Then I finally understood.  She had been trying to hypnotize me into ignorance.  When she realized it wasn’t working, she began to suspect I had some kind of psychic sensitivity, a telepath, or clairvoyant.  I had just proven her right by reacting to her thoughts rather than her actions.

Staring at me with her head cocked sideways, she recognized something about this weird color she thought she could see, something yellow-gold in my aura.  That decided it for her.

“You already know way too much about me don’t you.”  She had this half-smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.  But I think it’s time you should go.”

I presented a dilemma.  If I couldn’t be hypnotized into forgetting, and I had read her mind, what to do with me?  The thought came to her instantly.  A toothy grin slid across her face.  She would probably have to kill me to contain the situation.

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Travis Luedke is a husband, father, and author of Urban Fantasy Thriller, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, and Sci-fi. He is currently catching a 3rd degree sunburn in San Antonio, Texas, and loving every minute of it.

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.

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