I was in Paris, France when I read this book and what a glorious way to enhance a trip of a lifetime!! I can't quite say that my French improved, but the language of luuuuvv was spoken...A LOT!!!
master Michelle, and her slave, Aaron Pilan, flee to Paris, leaving behind the
slaughter in Las Vegas. Aaron made the costly mistake of taking a bloodslave,
and then married her. The tragedy of his wife's death has driven a rift between
them and Michelle is desperate to heal the breach.
with his predatory alter ego, Aaron is fractious, rebelling against his master.
He desires another bloodslave, and that Michelle cannot allow. She opens her
heart and soul to Aaron and he relives, through her memories, her dark, gritty
tale of survival in the savagery of WWII Paris under the German occupation.
Michelle's staggering revelations are deeply disturbing. The confrontation of
master versus slave comes full circle as the couple faces death and separation.
they are not alone in Paris. An investigator has followed them from Vegas
seeking the unique gifts of Michelle’s blood. He’s watching and waiting for the
opportunity to make his move against them.
“Do you have any flights leaving New York after sunset that arrive
in Paris before sunrise?”Aaron Pilan
stared unblinking at the travel agent, assaulting her with the full bore of his
“No sir, not commercial flights.I’m not sure about the charter flights.”
Aaron glanced at the nameplate on her desk and tried a more personal
approach.“Penelope, I need your
help.”He drilled into her mind with his
telepathic probe, digging through her thoughts and emotions.“How long is a flight to Paris?”
“Well … it’s a seven hour flight at minimum, but the time zones
…”He read Penelope’s every thought with
ease.His eyes seemed to swallow her
very soul with the wondrous intensity of his gaze.She fell under his spell in a matter of
seconds.“Um … Paris is six hours ahead
of New York, so it’s really thirteen hours …”
“Help me, Penelope.Help me
find a flight that leaves by 7:30 p.m. and arrives by 7:00 a.m. in Paris.”
His eyes owned her as he read her mind.She couldn’t imagine disagreeing with
him.She would give him anything – her
heart, her body, her soul – just to know the truth behind his eyes.He read her infatuation as she moistened
between the legs, staring at him like a love-struck teenager.
“Um … one of the Gulfstream charters might be able to do that.”She thought hard, considering one company in
particular that would fly anyone anywhere, under any circumstances, for the
“I knew you could help me.”
He took her hand and she wet her underwear in anticipation.A blush of rosy heat crept up her face and
her little pink tongue darted out to swipe her dry lips.Her desire to be kissed flooded her mind,
washing over him as he sifted through her thoughts.She focused on the gleaming white teeth of
his smile, and he knew she wished he’d drag her into the alcove and have her up
against the wall.Too easy.He could bend her over the kiosk right there.
He read all her fantasies, a series of delightfully wicked things
she hoped for.Uncomfortably hot and
bothered by his brief touch, Penelope’s fingers moved unsteadily over the
keyboard.She tried not to look at him,
but she couldn’t help herself.
She cleared her throat. “Executive Pathways can expedite a
transcontinental flight tomorrow night for $16,000.Oh wow, that’s really expensive, but they’ll
leave whenever you like.Are you sure we
can’t make one of these commercial flights work?I can get you first class at a discount …”
“No thanks.I’ll take the
charter.”His exacting flight schedule
could not be compromised.
She continued trying to dissuade him.“It’s only a couple hours difference
Two hours made all the difference.Vampires don’t do daylight.“I
need two tickets.”
“Two?But there’s no discount
for the second ticket …”
He followed her mind as she imagined accompanying him overseas.A foreign rendezvous, endless hours of sex in
a French hotel suite.She’d let him do
anything he wanted, repeatedly.
Michelle arrived, slipping her arm around him intimately.Gorgeous, blonde, glamorous, she could’ve
been a model fresh off the runway.Penelope’s fantasy crashed and burned, the screams of dying dreams
echoing in her ears.
He smiled at her again, and winked.“We’ll take two tickets.”
Penelope swallowed her demolished pride.He felt a twinge of sympathy as Penelope
realized she could never compete with a woman like Michelle.His master was so beautiful it hurt to look
“That’s $34,945.00 with taxes and fees.How will you be paying for that?”Penelope’s eyes kept drifting to the fabulous
blonde draped around him.
He handed over his gold card, the plastic so new and shiny it still
smelled of Las Vegas. Well over six
figures backed that account from his nights as a high roller in Vegas.
She swiped his card and managed to smile without faltering.It touched him that Penelope wondered why she
couldn’t have a man like him in her life.And then she glanced at Michelle under his arm, and she knew those women
always stole all the Aarons for themselves.Penelope would have to make do scrounging for leftovers.
He leaned towards her, stealing her breath with his proximity.“Penelope, why don’t you join us for a drink
when you’re off work?”
He followed her thoughts as she asked the question, is he worth
“I promise you won’t regret it.”He smiled again.
She bit her lower lip in anticipation.Yes, he was worth sharing, and the blonde
might be fun too …
My Review as is on Amazon
5.0 out of 5 starsMy favorite in the series so far, August 7, 2013
This review is from: The Nightlife: Paris (The Nightlife Series) (Kindle Edition)
I am not going to give away any spoilers here, so let me just tell you that this was my favorite in The Nightlife Series. Read New York and Las Vegas to appreciate everything that transpires in this book.