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there is a girl involved and Erik has a distraction from his vengeance. I really like her. I think we will become good friends, that is, when I get back to the States.

It is absolutely gorgeous here in Norway. The mountains are breathtaking. Do you know that narwhals are real? For real, real? I saw one last week! In real life! Bentley took me out on a whale watching trip to prove to me that they are not mythical creatures. Speaking of Bentley, in true Bentley fashion, he left no detail unplanned. In the castle, every single one of my needs and wants are taken care of. I could hardly believe the amount of work he put in to make sure I am comfortable. He has everything here for me, even my favorite snacks were imported.

Speaking of snacks… You know, some people stock up for the winter by filling a deep freeze with meat, and a pantry with staples like flour and sugar. Not us, we have a walk-in butcher’s freezer, full of bags of ethically sourced human blood. Yikes. I haven’t tasted blood yet, other than the time I cut my finger and stuck it into my mouth. The thought makes my stomach turn. It is not something that I am looking forward to, but I am sure I will get over it—he assures me I will acquire the taste at my turning.

Bentley is giving me a bit more time to ease into things. We decided we would make the transition on the anniversary of my collaring, isn’t that romantic? The day he asked me to be his with this gorgeous, if not heavy, collar, the day he took his first bite of my flesh, first taste of my blood, is also going to be the day that I become a vampire.

One thing is for sure. All Hallows’ Eve will always have a very special place in my heart,

XXOO

Keri

The End

About the Author

RJ Gray romanticizes life with a slightly kinky mind by writing Explosively Hot Romance novels. She resides in Virginia with her husband, two young sons, and naughty rescue pup. Her hobbies include whipping up delicious meals, capturing life’s beauty with her camera, and spending time in the strong arms of her husband of fifteen years.

RJ brings her over two decades of experience in BDSM and domestic discipline to the page, writing books with dominant alpha males and feisty, stubborn females. She holds college degrees in both social work and criminology, topics that can often be found in her novels. Having spent the past fifteen years married to a military bomb technician, she has a passion for military and veteran causes.

Feel free to contact her at: [email protected]

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Chapter 1

“The reports are in, Councilman Durand,” says my policy advisor. “They’re not good.”

I clench my fists as I sit back at my desk. The piece of furniture is small and made of cheap wood. There is a series of chips around the edges that have caused snags on my expensive suits one too many times. Grooves of graphite from my predecessors who wanted to leave their mark on this city and its community can be found in the drawers. I tighten my hold around the pen in my hand, wondering if I should do the same thing. Because it might not be my desk for much longer.

“You’ve slipped in the polls.”

Polling for local elections was laughable. Less than twenty percent of any given city, town, or municipality came out to vote for the seats of mayors, council members, or board members. Though I serve a diverse constituency of coeds and soccer moms, indigenous peoples and rednecks, scholars, and prostitutes, very few of them know my name or what I’ve done for them.

I funneled more money over into the education budget that allowed each child in Tucson to have a computer in the classroom. I filled every reported pothole over the last two years. I lowered the residents’ taxes and balanced the budget, putting the city in the black.

The city hasn’t seen this kind of economic boom in years, maybe even decades. But I’m about to lose my place in this worn seat and crumbling desk, all because of a photo. A reporter had captured a shot of me walking out of an underground sex club late one night a few weeks ago.

“We just need to highlight your good work; remind the people why they voted for you four years ago.”

They voted for me because of my