Her mother named her Esperanza Salvación – Hope for Salvation. But when a girl works as an escort for Colombian cartel in the ghettos of Spanish Harlem, there wasn’t much hope, or salvation.
Hope’s telepathic ability keeps her a step ahead of ruin, but her unusual gift attracts the attention of a psychotic vampire bitch. Trapped in a Manhattan penthouse with the psycho, she thought she was dead meat.
Her survival lies in the hands of Vampire Master Enrique. He seems to respect her, perhaps even care. As a measure of protection, he makes her his personal Bloodslave. Helplessly addicted to his bite, Enrique rules her every moment. As always, Hope must adapt to survive.
Swept into the decadent nightlife of Manhattan’s elite, she falls in love with Enrique and prays someday he may grow to love her, too. But is it simply a relationship of convenience? Is she nothing more than a concubine desperate to satisfy his nightly demands for blood and sex?
And forever in the background is the fear that one day the cartel boss she abandoned will hunt her down to collect on old debts.
I received this book from the author, Travis Luedke, as part of a promotional tour. I was asked for an honest review and so I shall deliver.
This is the second book I’ve read by Travis Luedke and the second in the Nightlife Series. The first one was “The Nightlife: New York”. Once again, Travis Luedke hit this out of the ballpark and earned a 5 Star Review!
The book is told in Esperanza’s AKA Hope’s point of view. Hope has had a rough young life, being sold into prostitution at the age of 14 by her father. Her body might make her money, but her special gift of telepathy is what makes her unique. It’s also what ends up getting her into more trouble than she ever imagined! When Lia, a sexy client gives her the most amazing orgasm she’s ever had, then bites her, Hope is a little shocked. But when Lia tries to make her forget their meeting ever happened and it doesn’t work, she suspects there is more to Hope than what meets the eye.
Lia didn’t care for my attitude, either. She came at me again with that same monotone crap. “You will not remember our meeting. We have never met before. You will not remember that I bit you and tasted your blood.”
“Whatever. It was gross. But don’t worry about it. I’m not gonna say anything to anybody. It didn’t happen. This is our little secret. I respect your privacy. Actually … I was hoping you might want to see me again …”
I’d given this speech to dozens of cops, business men, politicians, even a priest. Everyone who’s someone of importance out in the community needs reassurance their freaky romp with an escort will remain confidential. I’m not into blackmail or extortion or anything stupid like that. It’s nasty business that never ends well. I have seen it done by the cartel to others less fortunate. Plus, being illegal, it wouldn’t be hard to get me deported.
She did not look pleased. I tried to put her at ease. “You already gave me a two hundred dollar tip, so I’m cool. And I really would like to see you again …”
She started looking at me funny, her head turned sideways, like I was the freak. I dug into her mind to see what the hell. She’d become extremely irritated over something.
“You’re a special kind of girl, aren’t you?”
When Lia finally realizes Hope can read her mind, she begins to think of horrible ways she’d like to kill her. But something, SOMEONE, is stopping her. Lia’s Master. She kidnaps Hope and takes her to him, with the expectation he will give her the ok to fullfill all the sick fantasies she has of killing Hope. It doesn’t work out that way. Instead he makes Hope his blood slave. Which means he essentially turns her into a complete and utter addict for the venom in his bite.
“Sex is my life. It has been since I was fourteen. I’m very good at it. Wouldn’t you like to find out?” I smiled as my hand creeped down my belly to stop between my legs, touching myself as he watched.
“I bet you are. Esperanza … you’ve had it rough. I don’t mean tonight, I mean in general. For that reason I truly regret what I must do. But I see no other acceptable alternative.” Then he struck hard and fast, right in the neck. It wasn’t one of those friendly little nips. He chomped on my neck, and it hurt. He latched onto me with his iron grip and sunk his teeth in so deep I thought for sure he’d take a chunk out of me.
Then it hit, a wonderful joyous euphoria. It started between my legs and worked its way all throughout my body. He had me clawing at his back moaning and groaning with it. Starbursts and fireworks, a roaring rush like no other. A full-bodied orgasm, convulsions and all.
I found myself wrapped around him humping on his thigh, making this guttural grunting noise. I was so damn wet. He made me squirt. My thighs were soaking wet from the world’s most awesome orgasm ever. I’m pretty sure I called out his name a few times along with God, as if the two were interchangeable. For those minutes he held onto me sucking the life out of my neck, he might as well have been God for all I knew. Yes, it really was that good.
When it finally ended I was spread eagled on his thigh, my legs wrapped tightly around him. My hips kept humping, involuntarily, rubbing my soaking wet crotch all over his leg. I just couldn’t stop coming, my body did its own thing. I was sore. Who needs a cardio workout when you can burn hundreds of calories with the world’s best orgasm?
I awoke in the afternoon alone in bed. I could still smell him on the sheets. Like the fool I am, I thought he’d be there. Wake up sex can be awesome, but I rarely if ever have someone there when I wake up. And it usually isn’t someone I really want there.
A dining cart awaited me with pizza, bottled water, a couple cans of Ensure protein shakes, and a note. The pungent aroma of the chicken pesto pizza had me ravenous. I inhaled two pieces as I read Enrique’s little love note:
Please eat and drink as much as you can. You will be anemic constantly. You must take very good care of your health. The Ensure supplement will help. There will be plasma and blood transfusions available soon, you will probably need them. Take the sublingual strip Suboxone to hold off withdrawals until we meet again after sunset around 7:15 p.m. The Suboxone goes under your tongue. I apologize for your situation. I hope we can find a way to work through this and become friends.
Okay … Suboxone. Some of the guys at the Towers mentioned it once. It helps fight off heroin withdrawals. One guy said it gave a slight buzz, but nothing like heroin. I have never and will never try heroin. I’ve seen what addicts look like, it’s really fucked up.
So why would he give me Suboxone?
And why wait till seven? Three hours from now. I didn’t want to wait for him. I wanted him here now. Right now! I wanted him to bite me again right now!
“Son of a bitch! He got me with that fucking bite. That’s what he’s been talking about. He’s got me hyped on his bite! Fucking vampires!”
I had a craving, a need, an unscratchable itch for Enrique. Three more hours to go.
You realize, along with Hope, that she’s just traded one prison for another. The only difference is, one put her up in a penthouse while the other had her in a slum house. You also feel her love/hate relationship for Enrique. Is it possible he could ever love a blood slave? Or will she just be what she’s always been to men…a whore? And what about Lia? Will Lia get her chance to slaughter Hope like she fantasizes about? Or will they have more nights of passion, like they did when they first met?
I loved this book/story just as much…no…MORE than I did “The Nightlife: New York”! I loved Hope. I loved her strength and her vulnerability.
If you’ve never read a Travis Luedke book, then you should! But be forewarned, you have never read a story quite like he writes. He eloquently turns violence into sexy and sexy into violence. Until you’ve read his stories, you won’t be able to fully comprehend what I mean. He never crosses a line, or at least not one that he hasn’t led you to, made you WANT to jump over and then dance on the other side!