When Detective Aaron Bradshaw sweet talks his way into a vampire club, he doesn’t expect the owner to claim him for a mate.
Detective Aaron Bradshaw’s boss told him to get the vampire Orion’s cooperation in their police investigation. Little did he know that sweet-talking his way into the club would be the first step in establishing a long-term relationship with a vampire.
Orion has spent years alone. However, one look at the sexy detective and he knows who he wants to keep by his side. Aaron’s insistence upon throwing himself into danger drives Orion insane. How is he going to keep his lover safe and still let Aaron do his job hunting down the drug runners in Orion’s club?
Publisher’s Note: This book was previously released by another publisher. It has been revised and re-edited for release by Totally Bound Publishing.
Shifting the weight of the box to his hip, Aaron Bradshaw impatiently banged on the side door with his fist, trying not to lose the clipboard he’d balanced on top of the package.
With a groan, the metal door opened and a handsome auburn-haired man peeked out. “What do you want, love?” he asked in a thick English accent.
Cool green eyes looked him over from head to toe before giving him a lusty grin. “You’re not the usual driver.”
He shrugged. “Guy was sick. I got called in. You gonna let me in or not. This is heavy.”
“Sure, come inside.” The man led Aaron to the back of the club then pointed to the bar. “You can leave the blood there.”
Aaron set down the box then slammed down the clipboard with the delivery paperwork on the bar. He pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket. “Here you go. If you could sign here.”
The bartender snatched the ballpoint out of Aaron’s hand. He signed on the line with a bold flourish, but when Aaron went to grab the papers, he kept a grip on it. “How about a kiss, love, or don’t they let cops do that on duty?”
Aaron tipped back his head and laughed. When he finished, he gave the bartender a cheeky smile. “What gave me away? I thought I was doing pretty well. I did a little delivery work in college.”
The bartender leaned closer. “You smell too fucking good, mate. The bloke who usually delivers blood smells like three month old cigarette smoke.” He took a deep breath and Aaron spotted fangs peeking through the bartender’s gums. “You, on the other hand, smell like sugar and sunshine and look like a gay bloke’s best dream.”
Aaron laughed again. “You sweet talker. I’m Detective Aaron Bradshaw, first precinct.” Aaron held out his hand to shake. “I told them you wouldn’t fall for it, but I didn’t think it would be how I smelled that tripped me up. I’ll have to remember that. The delivery’s legit, though. The rest of your blood is in the truck.”
“Banner Hawkins,” the bartender replied, shaking Aaron’s hand longer than necessary before reluctantly letting it go. “I’ll help you unload if you tell me why the cops are trying to get inside the club.”
“I need to talk to your master. Rumor has it he might have the answers I need and he’s ignoring me through the usual channels. I’d hoped if I got inside, some lovely man could help me out.” Aaron batted his eyelashes shamelessly at the bartender.
“I can think of a lot of ways of helping you out,” Banner said, smiling, “starting with that kiss.”
Aaron couldn’t remember the last time a cute guy had flirted with him. It felt good to be admired and he was more than a little tempted to give the man a smooch despite being on duty.
“The man came to talk to me,” a silky voice said behind him. “I believe that kiss is mine.”
The minute the gorgeous stranger had walked into the bar, he’d known. He’s mine. After seeing the man, Orion knew the detective could easily become his obsession.
“I’m Orion,” he offered, holding out his hand.
“Detective Aaron Bradshaw.” The gorgeous cop shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Master Orion.”
Orion groaned when their palms crossed. He almost couldn’t resist the overwhelming impulse to yank Aaron into his arms and sink his teeth into the sexy detective’s neck. The urge to sample Aaron’s flavor almost overpowered his conscience.
Unclenching his hold took more effort than it should have, along with most of his resolve. Stepping back, he gave the detective what he hoped was a professional, fangless smile even though he could feel his teeth trying to descend. With effort, he forced them back into his gums. He didn’t want to scare off the detective. He had plans for the man and none of them included the gorgeous creature running from the club screaming.
“Follow me and you can tell me what you need from me,” Orion said. All the things you need, he added silently. Orion couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than to be exactly what Aaron was looking for.