Monsters of New York
As a detective, Adam has seen the seediest, darkest corners of NYC, nothing, however, prepared him for Katya.
One night at the Gin Room, and she manages to steal not only his belongings but also his heart. Unfortunately, the green-eyed beauty isn’t just a thief. She’s a woman enslaved and in deeper trouble than she is willing to admit.
Trapped in a life she didn’t choose, Katya survives by taking from others. Until she meets Adam. Her tiger wants to claim him, but surrendering to the pull could destroy everything she’s fought for. Including her life.
As passion and secrets collide, giving in could cost them more than they ever bargained for.
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:
How the hell had he ended up here? Tied up in a strange hotel room by himself? Sitting up, he veered and placed his feet on the ground. His head throbbed painfully. He covered his face with his hands. He was too old for this stuff. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had a hangover. Maybe the night of his divorce two years ago. He nodded, whimpering pitifully at the rough movement. That had definitely been it. He’d gone out to celebrate being rid of his ex and gotten himself drunk blind. This, though, was new. He couldn’t remember anything. Almost as if he’d been drugged. He frowned.
Slowly, he got on his feet. He’d piece everything together eventually, but for now, he had to take things one step at a time. Get dressed. Get out of here. Go home.
He tumbled toward his clothes and slipped on his jeans. He reached into his pocket. His wallet was still there. He pulled it out, a sick feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. It was empty. All his cash and credit cards were gone. The only thing that remained was his driver’s license and a note written in sloppy handwriting:
Thanks for the night. Sorry to leave you in a bind. Kisses, Katya.
“Katya.” The memory assaulted him. “Katya,” he rolled the name in his mouth, tasting each syllable just as he’d tasted her lips.
He remembered her. Around 5’6”, fit, with bright green eyes and shoulder-length dirty blonde hair. She was so young she still had that baby fat on her cheeks, but alternately her eyes were not doe-like and innocent, instead she had the gaze of a predator and a woman who had seen Hell and returned. Adam tucked his wallet back in his pants. He pulled on his t-shirt. He hoped she at least had the decency to pay for the hotel room. He glanced around for his phone. It was also gone. Cursing, he turned around in a full circle in the small room. Spotting the bathroom, he headed in that direction.
Katya.
She hadn’t been his date for the night, she’d appeared out of the blue.
He’d been stood up by his Tinder date without so much as an explanation. He shook his head. To think that at almost fifty, people were still playing games astounded him. Annoyed, he’d decided to make the most of the evening and had ordered a drink. The pretty minx with penetrating green eyes had brought it to him. He recalled asking her if she was a server, since she hadn’t been wearing the characteristic black apron. Her face had lit up into a seductive smile as she sat next to him.
“You noticed?” she asked. She set his drink down and that’s when he noticed she was carrying another one. “I asked the server if I could bring it over. I was trying to find an opening to speak to you.” She blushed, although there hadn’t been a trace of embarrassment in her features, just well-trained flirtation.
He’d raised an eyebrow at her.
“You’re telling me you wanted to come speak to me, although you’re clearly, what, twenty-one or twenty-two and I’m forty-seven?”
She laughed. He recalled the sound. It was melodious with a tiny hint of innocence behind it.
“Older men are a lot more interesting than twenty-somethings. You’ve got your head screwed on right.”
“And a wallet to pay for your drinks, am I right?” He’d nodded at her cocktail.
She’d pressed her hand to her chest, feigning offense. “I’ve paid for my own drink and yours.”
Impressed, he raised his glass. “Let’s toast to that.”
They cheered and he took a hefty gulp of his whiskey-soda.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Katya.”
They began chatting. For some reason, he couldn’t remember the topic, just her face. The way it moved when she spoke. Full of life, emotion. He paid for the second round of drinks. She’d gone to get them. She’d sat even closer—so close, he could smell her perfume. Something flowery, sweet but not sickly. Next thing he knew, her lips were on his. He didn’t think to refuse.
After that, darkness.
Adam ran his fingers through his hair. His phone was definitely gone along with his dignity. Whoever heard of a police detective being duped, drugged, and robbed? He was going to be the laughingstock of the station. Sighing, he washed his face and rinsed his mouth before heading out the door. He almost crashed into the housekeeper that had helped him earlier.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I can’t tip you. My wallet is gone.”
She smirked and nodded, as if she already knew that was going to be the result.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, skirting past him and into the room to continue her work.
Adam shook his head.
Katya.
She might have tricked him last night, but she didn’t know who she had toyed with.
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