26 Jan 2015

Review: “The Nightlife Moscow” by Travis Luedke

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Nightlife Moscow Cover font-compToday I have the pleasure of introducing “The Nightlife Moscow” by Travis Luedke. I don’t often blog about Vampire books, so when I do, please take notice. If you like some Vampire ‘badassery’ and some wild and edgy writing this is THE place to go. (Stroll down for an excerpt.)

This book is another strong instalment in a dark, sensual and erotic paranormal action series. This urban fantasy contains Vampires and blood slaves, fallen angels and other paranormal creatures. They are wild, erotically charged, adventurous and they play sexual games.
Luedke not only writes powerful and memorable characters, he also creates formidabble settings and scenarios, stylish atmospheres and much that took me to the edge of my comfort zone. Moscow and its Mafia lends itself naturally to this kind of story and Luedke has capitalised on it well. This is strong writing with sharp dialogue, swearing and explicit language but all of this befits the situations and characters and makes for a hell of an adrenaline filled ride.
I came across this series when it was advertised as free and have regarded this one of my few guilty pleasures. I’m no fan of Vampires and have shunned a lot of the popular books and programmes – all bar True Blood.
The Nightlife Series is that for me – raw, sexual, uncompromising, authentic, wild and wicked stuff. Not for the faint hearted but something that no doubt has its own cult following already. The entire series is highly recommended.

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The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.

Vampires Aaron and Michelle have landed in Moscow, on the prowl. In the company of a misfit pack of mercenary werewolves and Urvashi, a fallen angel, the vampires are forced into the violent, decadent underworld of Russian mafia, drugs and blood slaves.

This time the hunters have become the hunted.

Dmitri, a Russian vampire billionaire, sends his mafia goons to the streets, gunning for the wolf pack. Now they must bring the fight to Dmitri and face the ultimate battle for survival.

Experience the violent, sensual underbelly of Nightlife Moscow, as Aaron and Michelle mix up a wicked blend of sex, chaos, mayhem, and vengeance.

Get your copy of the latest urban fantasy – paranormal suspense novel from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Travis Luedke.

Praise for The Nightlife Series

“Fast paced, no holds-barred, gripping, gut-wrenching, soul-ripping and most definitely tear-inducing. Perfection!”

“You know when you see a violent or bloody scene in a movie and you cover your eyes for a couple of seconds until it has past? I caught myself doing that with this book, then I realized that the lines were not going to go away until I read them.”

“I love that we have strippers, prostitutes, sluts, and Mr. Luedke is unapologetic about it…Nightlife gives it to us in spades.”

“Mr. Luedke once again showcasing his considerable talent for crafting erotic, action-packed, supernatural thrillers that leave the reader saying “Wow!”

“A no-holds-barred, easy-to-read romp that mixes fantasy, suspense, horror and erotica, and does it well.”

The Nightlife Series novels are Adult Paranormal Romance ~ Urban Fantasy Thriller:




#4 BLOOD SLAVE (stand-alone novel in the series)




#8 THE NIGHTLIFE SAN ANTONIO (stand-alone novel in the series)

Young Adult novels by TW Luedke (Travis Luedke)

THE SHEPHERD (YA Paranormal)

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Travis Luedke is a NY Times & USA Today bestselling author of urban fantasy and paranormal romance, best known for his violently sexy NIGHTLIFE SERIES. Travis can be found catching a third degree sunburn in San Antonio, Texas, while plotting world domination through erotic paranormal badassary.

As the author of the Nightlife Series novels, Travis lives very vicariously through his writings. He invites you to enjoy his macabre flights of fancy, but be warned: The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.

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Excerpt 1 – A Love-Hate Relationship (NSFW)

“Wake up you bloody leech. I need a fucking bite already.”

Katya’s insistent voice dragged Aaron from a deep, satisfying sleep. She nipped at his ear, a playful imitation of what she expected from him. His eyes opened to her pointy little face framed by dark brown hair that brought out the intense hazel color of her eyes brimming with endless need. For him.

She sat curled up beside him on the king-sized hotel bed, no shirt or bra. Her dark nipples, rock hard in the evening chill, invited him to taste her delicate flesh. He grinned in satisfaction. He enjoyed Katya’s constant need. Having a beautiful woman waiting to be served as dinner – begging for his taste – inspired a feeling of power. His fingers circled her nipple and her eyes dilated. Her golden gaze flicked to the vampire goddess sleeping at Aaron’s side.

Katya scrunched up her nose. “Not with Michelle here.”

He licked his lips, and Katya’s eyes tracked his tongue. He dug past the block in her mind with his telepathic probe. She needed him, like a heroin addict needs a fix. She craved the sensation of his teeth piercing her skin, and the wonders of his venom. Her need floated heavily between them and Aaron’s growing erection pushed up the bed covers.

His fingers slipped into the waistband of her jeans. “You’re overdressed.” Deftly, he undid the top button of her pants and pulled down the zipper. He slid his fingers past her cotton panties into the soft down of her pubic curls. Juicy goodness met his questing fingers.

She tried to stop him, her hand on his, but he yanked her down into a hug, bringing her neck into his waiting teeth.

Instead of fighting him, she growled in his ear. “Yes! That’s what I need. Give it to me, now.” The razor points of his teeth dipped into her neck while his two fingers curled up inside her wet warmth.

Her pelvis jerked on his hand, and in seconds she began helping him remove her jeans and panties. Without disturbing his deep-seated bite, or his solid grip on her pussy, Katya stripped off her last bit of clothing. She normally didn’t like being intimate around Michelle, regardless of the fact Aaron slept beside his blonde vampire lover daily, but Katya was in no mood to stop.

Vampire venom, the strongest narcotic known to man, coursed through her body. She shook and moaned in ecstasy. She kicked off his bed covers and gripped his waiting cock. He barely pulled his fingers out of her before she guided him into her slick, hot channel.

He unclamped his bite as she gushed in orgasm, wetting his balls with her release. “Shite! Damn you, Aaron!” Theirs was a love-hate relationship. She loved his cock and his teeth, couldn’t find the will power to deny him, and hated herself, and him, for it.

Katya grunted hard and hunched down to grind him deep inside her, pushing him right where she wanted him. She gasped as she found that special spot. Her eyes turned a deep gold, and the scent of her wolf filled the air as the beast prowled just under her skin. He loved that animal quality of her personality, especially when she relaxed and truly enjoyed their rare moments together. Catching one-on-one time with his werewolf bloodslave had become increasingly difficult since their arrival in Moscow two weeks ago.

Aaron held her hips trapped in place and pounded his cock into Katya, loving the bounce of her breasts as he hit her limit over and over. She was more fragile than his vampire lover, but not by much. Suddenly, cool, pale hands with lacquered, rosy nails slid around Katya from behind to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples. Katya’s confused eyes searched Aaron for a second, looking down at her own chest and the strangeness of this extra set of hands.

Michelle’s French purr rumbled as she nuzzled into Katya’s neck. “I just love waking up to a fresh meal.” She bit down hard and Katya screamed in hate and ecstasy.

His bloodslave had made it very clear she was Aaron’s chew toy, Aaron’s alone. But Aaron read Michelle’s hunger clearly in her mind as she slurped up Katya’s rich blood. His vampire lover simply couldn’t keep away from this delicious little wolf.

Aaron had to admit, Katya tasted far better than the average human. Her stronger, richer blood provided a unique rush of power. He knew there’d be hell to pay for Michelle taking advantage of Katya, but in this moment, balls deep inside her, he didn’t care. The consequences would come soon enough, so he came first.

Excerpt 2 -– You Haven’t Been Feeding Your Pet (Safe For Work)

Michelle struggled not to fall on her face in her Gucci boots as she slogged through the frozen streets of Moscow behind Aaron and Urvashi. The icy wind blew flakes of snow up her skirt and tickled her inner thighs with harsh, cold fingers. They stood out front of the hotel, waiting for Vasily to bring the black Mercedes rental Michelle had paid for.

No one in Russia knew Michelle by name. So, she signed all the checks and registrations, keeping the paper trail of their movements effectively obscured. Michelle de Mornac funded their entire hideout. She could afford it, but the pack insisted on reimbursing her costs. She’d be willing to pay the bill on her own if they’d let her feed properly. The bouffon wolves wouldn’t let her out in public.

Last week, Ivan had argued vehemently to keep Michelle indoors at all times, apart from check-in and check-out. “She attracts too much attention! Look at her! She walks in the room and every prick from here to Siberia is pointing at her.” He’d adjusted the lump in his crotch as evidence of the fact. “How can you not notice her?” The wolves laughed and all agreed in their heavy Slavic accents. No, no, Michelle cannot go out.

Yet, here she stood, freezing her ass off, waiting for the wolves to bring the fucking car. She noticed Aaron and Urvashi watched the streets, nervously looking back over their shoulders as if seeking someone. Who did they expect to find out in this frozen cesspool of slush and grime? Something had kicked up their paranoia.

After untold minutes frozen shivering torture, finally the damned wolves brought the rental Mercedes SUV to the curb. The car splashed frozen brown mush over the toes of her twelve-hundred dollar leather boots. Vasily and Anatoly, wolf pack mercenaries, stepped out to snatch up the luggage. As bags were tossed in the hatchback and everyone jockeyed for a seat, Michelle realized she had nowhere to sit in this merde rental car. Ivan leaned back into the last seat so fast you’d have thought they played musical chairs.


He grinned at Michelle as he patted his thigh. “Sit here.”

They should have rented a bus.

She growled low. “Lèche mon cul.” Kiss my ass. “I will take a cab.”

Ivan reached out and snagged the hem of her jacket to pull her into the car. He puckered his lips, as if he planned to accommodate her request. “There is room. I will keep you warm.” The last of his words devolved into a growl. His eyes twinkled in mischief.

Michelle didn’t wait another second out in the cold. She slid right onto Ivan’s lap and wiggled her ass down until her crotch settled on the growing lump in his pants.

Served the bastard right.

Anatoly pulled off into the flow of traffic, and turned the radio to one of the many obnoxious Russian rap stations. She leaned back into Ivan’s broad chest. He vibrated against her with the low rumble of his laughter. The scent of his animal musk assaulted Michelle’s senses. Full-size fangs dropped in her mouth and her stomach issued a gut-churning noise. She should have been satisfied feeding from the men in the bar, but something about Ivan made her especially thirsty. These wolves tasted delightful.

Urvashi leaned into Aaron with a kiss and whispered low. “You haven’t been feeding your pet.” Urvashi winked at Michelle and rubbed her lips up on Aaron’s cheek. “She looks like she could take a chunk out of poor Ivan right now.”

Ivan’s hands suddenly held Michelle’s hips, as though preparing for something. “You don’t want this old white meat. Too tough and gamey.” He was teasing, but his voice held an edge of tension. The wolves all knew what Aaron had done to Katya, a much-lamented issue among them.

Michelle focused all her considerable charms on Ivan, twisting to face him, nose to nose. Mon deux, he smelled so good. All that warm blood just beneath the surface. His animal tang only added to her hunger. She’d tasted Katya and knew precisely how delicious these creatures were. Before he knew what was happening she had slid up her skirt and flipped around to straddle his lap. The hard bulge of his cock pushed against her pubic bone as she sniffed up his jaw line.

“Michelle, this is not …”

Her eyes held him in place, unblinking, and she curved her warm pussy all over his hard groin in a slow circular movement that had his eyes turning golden with wolf. The creature was there, just beneath the surface, and flowing through his veins.

A reaching hand came from the front seat, trying to grab her jacket. “Leave him be!”

Michelle slinked off her coat to evade Katya’s grasp without breaking Ivan’s gaze. “You like me, Ivan, don’t you?” She whispered a kiss across his lips and continued dry-fucking him. “One little bite won’t hurt. You trust me, don’t you?”

Ivan’s head nodded ever so slightly in hypnotized agreement, and she struck the side of his neck like a viper.

“Fucking cunt! Get off him!” Katya went ballistic in the front seat.

Michelle reached down and clicked the lever to lean Ivan’s seat back out of Katya’s reach. Scuffling sounds and curses came from Katya scrambling to get between the front seats into the back.

Aaron’s low growl accompanied his snapped command. “Relax! She’s not hurting him. Trust me!” His arm shot out to stop Katya from climbing in the back.

Michelle wasn’t hurting Ivan, not really. She did grind through a dry hump until he convulsed beneath her, and the warmth of his seed wet his pants. She let go of him after precisely one minute of feeding. That was her rule. One minute, no more. The rule kept her conveniently unattached and helped avoid stalker problems.

She turned around to Katya, patted Ivan’s scruffy cheek and grinned with her bloody lips. “C’est bien. I take good care of this one. Don’t worry. We are friends, non?” She ground her hips on him once more, appreciating the warmth of Ivan’s sizeable crotch. “We had a little fun. Ça ne casse rien.” It is nothing.

Anatoly’s amber wolf eyes watched Michelle from the rear-view mirror, his hands in a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel. “If you hurt him, I will cut you from cunt to chest and leave your guts across the rooftops of Moscow.”

Michelle blew him a kiss and licked the rest of Ivan’s blood off her lips. “I hope you try. I’m still hungry.”

“I’m fine! Stop fighting.” Ivan’s hand gripped Michelle’s ass firmly and he grinned with eyes fully dilated, high as a kite on her venom.

Michelle held her prey delicately, appreciatively. She knew how to handle these moments. She knew what men needed from her and had no problem giving it. Men couldn’t keep away from her. They flocked to her side everywhere she went. Once they had a shot of the venom in her teeth, she owned their asses. She took great pains to ensure the effect was not permanent.

Aaron watched her cautiously. Though he’d had no choice when he saved Katya, Michelle wished he hadn’t brought another complicated woman into their lives. It was bad enough dealing with the damned Persian princess who thought she ran the show. Add Katya in the mix, and their lives had become a mess of bitchy drama scenes, usually related to the wolf who refused to accept the harsh reality of her situation.

Her moment with Ivan came to an abrupt end when the left side window exploded in her face. A barrage of automatic gunfire tore through the car. Bullets, glass, screams and frigid air blasted across the interior. Something smacked her left shoulder hard, and seconds later something hammered into the left side of her head.

Ivan pulled her down on top of him, cursing in Russian, right up to the moment she blacked out.


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Christoph Fischer was born in Germany in 1970 as the son of a Sudeten-German father and a Bavarian mother. ‘The Luck of The Weissensteiners’ is his first published work. He has written several other novels which are in the later stages of editing and finalisation.

4 Responses to “Review: “The Nightlife Moscow” by Travis Luedke”

  1. Teagan says:

    “Badassery”… the post was worth it for that word alone! Love it! It reminds me of a coworker who cracked me up when she came up with “bullshitery.”
    Sounds like a fun read. Hugs!

    • CBook5901 says:

      Thanks Teagan. I so agree. Travis has a great way with words. Must remember ‘bullshitery.’
      Have a great day! 🙂

  2. victoria dougherty says:

    Great review. And I’m pretty sure Vladimir Putin is a vampire. Does he get a mention?

    • CBook5901 says:

      Thanks. You’d think he’d get a mention but those cool characters are too busy being bad to pay attention to Putin – I don’t blame them 😉


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