New from Dakota Rebel

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It was just a simple case of mistaken identity. Could have happened to anyone really.

Unfortunately, the identity I was mistaken for was Dracula. Like…THE Dracula. And now I’m stuck in a town full of monsters, who all think I’m one of them.

As if that weren’t bad enough, I think I’m falling in love with an actual vampire who has no idea who or what I really am.
I’m not sure how I’m going to get out of this one alive…or undead.


I don’t even know which side of the law I’m on anymore.

I’ve been deep undercover in the GSD cartel for four years. At this point, I’m not sure if Detroit PD even knows I’m still alive, since the only contact I have in law enforcement is my FBI handler, Griffin James. And I only ever get to talk to him on the phone. Beyond that, I’m surrounded by criminals all the time. They’ve become my friends. My family.

And you do whatever it takes to protect your family. Even if it means breaking the law. Even if it means losing yourself to the greater good.

Even if it means becoming the new favorite chew toy of the Prince of Detroit.