In the midst of the turbulent French Revolution, Max Driscoll turned his stable-hand Galien into a vampire mate to save him from the guillotine. Max later came to regret that rash act, however, when he realized Galien was not a good man, nor the right man for him. Since then, no matter how many miles, how many centuries Max puts between them, he just can’t shake the rogue vampire.
Lured from his French castle to New York City to ‘clean up’ Galien’s series of abductions and murders in the city’s gay district, Max is forced into a long-awaited confrontation and vows to eliminate his nemesis permanently. What he doesn’t know, however, is that it’s not Galien who’s on the killing spree, but a young man Galien turned. Now, Blue is a sweet, sensitive, beautiful, tragic vampire…and a homicidal maniac.
Can Max tame Blue enough to make him his partner in the afterlife and a worthy member of the vampire community in the House of Driscoll?
Blue planted a foot into the tub between Max’s knees. When the other foot lifted over into the tub, Max swiftly pulled him down and around so that Blue was sitting between his thighs, his back pressed against Max’s chest. “Damn, you’re tense, relax your body.” He pulled him back into his arms. “There. That’s better.”
No, it wasn’t better at all. Blue could feel every hard inch of his body and Max’s cock was jutting against his tailbone. Thank God Max had had the mercy to leave his hands on the side of the tub.
“Take what you need,” Max invited.
Blue turned to look at him. His gaze traced the shape of Max’s square jaw, settled on his full lips. Max lifted a hand and with one nail cut a line across his taunt muscular chest. The gash quickly flooded with blood. The richness of the color, the intoxicating smell was too much for Blue to resist. He lowered his mouth to Max’s chest hungrily and licked down the slash with his tongue. Instantly it closed and disappeared. Blue grunted in frustration.
“Don’t lick, drink,” Max told him, remaking the cut a second time. “Do it now.”
Blue placed his lips over the wound again, and the thick liquid flowed into his mouth, bringing comfort, and satiation.
The wound began to heal again, but he’d had enough. He raised his blood-stained mouth from Max’s chest and aggressively pressed it to Max’s mouth.
Max accepted the assault on his mouth, even widening his legs so Blue could completely turn around to face him. Blue took his face between his hands, kissed Max deeper, stroked his hair, pressed his own swelling cock against Max’s belly…