Monsters of New York
Being a shifter in NYC is hard, especially when your kind starts disappearing off the streets.
If it was just coyotes going missing, no one would bat an eye. When my sister disappears, it gets personal.
I spend my days frantic, and my nights roaming the city, searching for answers. I’ll find Valerie, or die trying. Leads are few and far between. One takes me to the Gin Room, where I discover that the upscale bar has secrets of its own.
Discovering the private military organization that’s responsible puts my life in danger. I have no choice but to turn to another pack for protection, just as my heat hits. Suddenly, I’m begging these three gorgeous men to claim me, even though I can’t stand them. Can I save my sister and survive being claimed by this pack?
Be Warned: menage sex (MFMM), anal sex, double penetration, breeding
MONSTERS OF NEW YORK: SHARED WORLD
Monsters of New York is a sizzling paranormal romance series where passion collides with danger in the heart of the city that never sleeps. Each book introduces a new, irresistible shifter—each with its own dark secrets and primal desires. From wolves and bears to elusive creatures lurking in the shadows, these powerful beings navigate love, loyalty, and mystery in a world filled with human and supernatural monsters.
Set against the backdrop of New York's vibrant streets and hidden corners, every romance is an unforgettable journey where forbidden love and heated encounters could be the death of them—or the one thing that saves them. With danger always just around the corner, the shifters must face not only the threats of their own kind but the intense pull of a love that could change everything.
Uncover the secrets, feel the heat, and discover if love can tame the wildest beasts in Monsters of New York.
Excerpt:
I pretend I don’t hear Diego’s admonishment of Lorenzo. It’s less embarrassing that way. Lorenzo hasn’t ever tried to hide his interest in me, but it’s weird to know he’s talked to his Alpha about it. Or maybe Diego just picked up on it himself. I don’t know, and I don’t want to. It’s just another lie I tell myself where Pack Reyes is concerned. I can’t focus on the idea that Lorenzo is interested in me, because it’s distracting. I have a job to do, and right now, that has to be my priority. All I want is to get in there and do my job, cleaning up the crime scene so humans don’t see the kind of mess shifters make when they attack each other.
“It’s all yours. Sorry for the delay,” Diego says, interrupting my thoughts a few minutes later. I try to hide my reaction to him being nice, but it startles me.
“You have your process, I guess,” I respond, knowing I should be more polite, but unable to force it. The look he gives me says he respects my stance. As soon as they are out of the way, I enter the apartment with my supplies. The place is a mess, even more now that the investigators and trackers have spent the day tracking through the blood and already trashed apartment.
Three hours later, I pack up my supplies and collapse in the van that will take me back to headquarters. Once there, I can shower and head home, after putting my supplies away and filing my report.
I had no idea there would be so much paperwork involved in cleaning, but it’s a nice way to decompress after some of the things I see. Reports and cleaning myself up takes another hour, then I finally get to hit the subway to head home.
I turn my key in the lock, pushing my apartment door open to a dark, empty home. “Val?” I call into the darkness as I fumble for the switch. Light fills the small room, and I know she’s not here. Fuck. She never turns the lights out before I get home.
Pulling out my cell, I call her again. I can hear her phone ringing, she must be here. Maybe she’s asleep. Relief washes over me as I dash across the tiny living space to the bedrooms. I throw open her door, and my heart sinks.
Valerie isn’t a neat freak by any means. She’s a typical teenage girl, who drops her clothes wherever she takes them off. That makes it hard to tell if there’s been a struggle here. Except for her sheets being ripped and her phone lying on the floor. Those are pretty good indicators.
I hang up my phone and instantly dial Agent Scott again. It’s late, and I know he’ll be pissed about me calling, but this is my baby sister we’re talking about. With the string of disappearances, I can’t help but think it’s connected.
“This had better be important,” he growls when he answers.
“Sir, my sister’s been kidnapped. I need help. Can you send trackers to check this out?” I ask, desperation gripping my heart.
“Ana Sofia, we don’t have the manpower to send trackers out every time a teenage girl misses curfew. I’m sure she’s fine. She probably just took off because she got upset about something. Give her a day or so to calm down and come home. It’ll be okay.” He disconnects the call before I can say another word.
I drop to the floor in the doorway of my sister’s room, tears overflowing my eyes. What am I gonna do now? The government agency that’s supposed to help with this exact situation just brushed me off. It’s more hurtful that it was my own boss who did it.
I know he’s been struggling with these kidnappings. The President wants this case solved, and from what I’ve heard, there aren’t many leads. So, I get why Agent Scott isn’t being the most helpful. That doesn’t make it any easier to deal with, though.
My emotions get the better of me, and I cry myself to sleep where I’m sitting, just outside Val’s open door. Sometime in the night, I must have gotten cold, because when I wake, I’m in my shifted form. As a coyote, I’m curled up with my tail tucked over my nose for warmth. I stretch, shifting back into my human form as I stand up. My legs are stiff and my back hurts from sleeping on the floor.
It takes a moment to remember why I slept there in the first place. Valerie. I have to find her. Maybe Agent Scott is right and she’ll come home. But she has school today, and when eight o’clock comes and goes with no sign of her, I start to worry again. Especially when the school calls to find out why she’s not there.
After explaining to the truancy officer that she wasn’t here when I got home, and I haven’t been able to get in touch with her, I decide I have to start searching. I promise to let the school know as soon as I find her.
Where should I start? Ringing pulls my attention back to Val’s room. Her phone. Of course!
I dart in and grab it off the floor, careful not to touch anything else in the room. If I somehow manage to convince Agent Scott to send help after all, they’ll need to search her space for clues, and I don’t want to mess any of that up.
I answer her phone, but whoever was calling has already disconnected. Taking a look at her notifications, I discover she has nearly fifty texts and almost that many missed calls since around three-thirty yesterday. Not to mention the texts and missed calls from me that started earlier in the day.
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