Sean has no desire to find love again, not after a terrifying stalker incident ends with his lover, Thom, dead and haunting him as a ghost. Thom thinks Sean needs to start over, though, and places an ad for Sean to find a roommate.
What Sean gets is werewolf Elan, whose pack has sent him off to learn to live in the modern world. Thom doesn't scare Elan, and neither does the threat of a stalker. Sean can't help but admire Elan's brave nature and hot, fuzzy body. One taste of Elan's blood, and vampire Sean falls hard, but can they deal with an insane vampire and a jealous ghost, on top of being as different from each other as night and day?
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Copyright ©2015 Julia Talbot
Present Day, Denver, Colorado
"I think you need a roommate. You're kinda boring these days."
Sean jumped near out of his skin, his daytime sleep barely worn off. "Christ, Thom. Do you have to come through the walls?"
"Hey, what's the point of being a ghost if you can't pop in and out when you want to?" Thom smiled, looking downright cheerful, still so handsome with his dark blond hair and green eyes. Thank whatever gods there were, Thom had cheered up a lot over the last five years. He'd gone through all the stages of grief, pretty much, and was now working on controlling his ability to materialize.
"I'm barely awake." Sean rolled up off the couch, the leather sticking to his bare ass. He wandered to the fridge and peered inside, hoping he had some blood in there. No dice. He might have to go hunt.
He glanced over his shoulder at Thom. "How can I be lonely, baby? I have you."
"Bah." Thom hovered over the couch and appeared, almost, to be sitting. "You need a good hard fuck."
That he had to agree with. "That doesn't mean I need a roomie." Or a lover. Or anything else he might lose. He'd gone from San Francisco to Portland, then to Seattle before settling on Denver, trying to outrun the crazy bastard who'd killed Thom. Now he had a new name, a new life, and he wasn't willing to put anyone else at risk.
"I think it does. You need someone to be with, to do things with." Thom chuckled. "Someone I can watch you with."
"Oh, sure, now you want to go back to watching." Sean tried for light, not bitter, but the fact that they'd broken their pattern had gotten Thom killed. Sean couldn't forgive either of them for that.
"Will you at least go to LoDo and have a drink?" Thom had spent hours using voice recognition software to research their new hometown. "There's been no sign of James since you came here. Go have some fun."
"I'll go hunt, yeah, but I doubt there will be any partying involved." Thom didn't seem to be able to leave the apartment as far as Sean had seen, leading him to believe something held Thom to the one place, maybe an object that Sean hadn't made himself get rid of. He wasn't one for sentimental things, but he'd kept Thom's fancy razor, his gold St. Christopher medal, that kind of shit.
"You gotta give me something, lover," Thom said. "I need vicarious sex."
"You'll get what I fucking give you." Sean slammed the fridge shut so he could go to the bedroom to get dressed. The shades were sun-tight, but he still liked to sleep on the leather couch better.
"Oh, come on, Sean." Thom slid through the bedroom wall. "At least take a video with your phone if you get a blowjob?"
Sean had to chuckle. "Yeah, yeah. I'll think about it."
"Thanks." Thom sobered. "I miss seeing you come."
"Yeah." Sean sighed. "I miss it, too." He pulled on his pants and shirt and slipped into a pair of flip-flops, the summer shoe of choice in Denver. "I'll be back, baby. Don't burn the place down trying to turn on the stove or something."
"I promise, no fires." Thom floated along next to Sean until he walked out the door, then poofed into thin air.
Sean shook his head, trotting down the three floors of stairs from his place so he could run out into the early darkness. Time to feed.