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?
Nick has bittersweet memories of his human wife. They lived happily and like many newlywed couples, wanted to start a family. Except Nick had that dream ripped away from him, and all that's left are nightmares. Then Gwen comes to bring light back into his life. All he has to do is let go of the past.
From the doorway of their small house, Nick watched Clara as she hung the freshly washed sheet on a clothes line, the sun shining proudly above. Sable hair swung free as a teasing breeze ruffled it. Her navy dress showed off a curvy waist and round breasts. Long slender fingers moved with practiced speed as she hummed.
After two years of marriage, their love continued to flourish. Both wanted children and longed to hear the sounds of children’s laughter. God would give them a baby; they merely had to be patient.
Nick smiled to himself. Refined and sweet, Clara was perfect for him. They often debated over silly subjects for enjoyment. Her cleverness frightened many men, but had attracted him immediately. He preferred intelligence over beauty, and she possessed both.
Nick craved Clara in his arms permanently--naked, of course. She’d stall because she had work to do, but in the end, she always submitted to him. To the outside world, she presented a strong will, but in the bedroom, he was in control. And they relished it.
The light scent of roses filled Nick’s nose as he came up behind Clara. She was immersed in her task and didn’t notice his presence. When his hand landed on her waist, she jumped.
Clara turned her head, and Nick recoiled in horror at the gore that covered her face and flayed throat. Dead gray eyes stared at him as he stumbled back, his hands coated in blood. She reached out with claw-like fingers, a pleading moan coming from her.