Book Boyfriend Love Letters: Temptation, by Kenra Daniels
My Dearest Vishous,
You know how much I love you, yes? Any female, human or vampire, would kill to have you. Any writer would sell her soul to write you. You already know all that. You’ve heard it countless times.
And that makes me wonder why you allow that author of yours to treat you the way she does. She must have a serious hate-on for you!
There’s the horrid parents – you do know they, as well as everything they’ve ever done to you, are her fault, right? How can she live with herself, putting you through all that? She’s supposed to be your biggest fan, but I think she enjoyed throwing all that bullshit at you. It’s a power trip thing.
All that’s bad enough, but to kill your mate, and bring her back as a freakin GHOST!?!? Seriously, who does that? That’s just the icing on the cake. Butch is about the only decent thing she’s ever done for you.
You know, you don’t have to tolerate it, right? V, you could have any female you want, any flesh and blood female, human or vampire. Females with real blood that you could taste whenever you want. Females who would accommodate your… umm… penthouse needs without a second thought. Wouldn’t you rather have a warm body next to you in bed?
Now, I know this is painful to hear, and I’m only saying it because I can’t stand to see you treated so badly. I would never deliberately hurt you. The thing is, you wouldn’t take that kind of treatment from anyone else. Why do you take it from your author of all people?
V, I just want you to be happy, to have the best life has to offer. It’s time for you to tell that author of yours to fix this shit, or take a flying leap!
Tell her to give you a real female! I mean, she is the author after all, with the power to change anything in your world, so why doesn’t she? She could have brought Doc Jane completely back to life if she’d wanted. That would have been the decent thing. But, nooo, she just heaps more needless suffering on you.
When you get tired of being treated like shit, like a second-class citizen, just because you’re fictional, you call me. I know how to treat you right – in every way. I’ll leave the key to your new penthouse with the doorman.
I’m waiting, willing to do whatever it takes to free you from that hell you’re living.