Bridge Over Troubled Water

by Vivien Dean

Overview

Detective Brady Lindstrom deals in death, and not just because he's a homicide cop with the slaughter of a century to solve. Ten years ago, vampires murdered his lover. Ever since, he's looked over his shoulder, ready for vampires to strike again. Or maybe just the one he loved.

Exhausted and angry about the needless deaths he has to investigate, Brady worries the killers he's looking for aren't even human. Those fears are compounded by an unexpected visitor, the battered and nearly broken Cole Singer, the lover he'd long ago given up for dead.

When Cole offers to trade information on the killers in exchange for sanctuary, Brady realizes he doesn't have a choice. It isn't about justice. He simply can't turn his back on the face of the only man he's ever loved. Even if he's a vampire.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781646563463
Publisher:	JMS Books LLC
Publication date:	04/25/2020
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	100
File size:	665 KB

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But Brady didn't stare because of the physical differences. Blood saturated the front of Cole's shirt. His jeans hung from his slim hips, but somebody had torn the hell out of them, revealing deep gouges through the ripped denim. Somebody had torn the hell out of Cole, for that matter, and Brady took a half-step forward before he checked the instinct.

Brady wasn't the only one doing an inspection. He shivered as Cole's gaze swept over him, lingering on parts of his body that shouldn't have woken up under the scrutiny. Fuck you, he wanted to say. You don't get to do that, not anymore. He didn't. He wanted to slam the door on his face, too, but he didn't do that, either.

A sudden cough startled both of them, and Brady watched in sick fascination as blood spittled on Cole's wide mouth. "Someone did a number on you."

The wracking subsided. Cole wiped the back of his hand across his lips, scarlet smearing the fine tendons. Brady froze at the first glimpse of a white fang.

"That's why I'm here. I need a place to stay while I heal up."

Heal up. Because it really was as simple as that. At least, if the vampire myths were to be believed. Brady had never been close enough before to test the theory.

Then what Cole was asking hit him.

"You can't be serious!"

"Why?"

Brady blinked. "Because I haven't seen you in ten years. And you're a mess. And, oh yeah, let's not forget that you're a fucking vampire. Do I really look that stupid to you?"

"No." Cole's voice was soft, his appraising gaze even more so. "You look great."

He froze. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"You know what."

"It's the truth. Well,except for the fact that you look exhausted. But other than that--"

"Go away, Cole." Control finally started to seep back, and Brady tightened his hand on the door to slam it shut. "Don't come back."

"Wait. Please."

And like a good puppy, Brady stopped. And hated that he reacted so automatically to a man who'd been dead to him for a decade.

"One night," Cole said. "That's all I ask for. The guys that did this ... they're not that far behind me. They catch up, and they'll finish the job."