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Akasha Lavey has been different her whole life. Dreams that come true have made her stand out not just in her family but in the small town she grew up in. Now, she is taking a chance and following a dream all the way to New York.
Korvin Slater is an isolated black bear shifter. He grew up alone and prefers his life that way now. Except he doesn’t. His fated mate is out there waiting for him, now all he has to do is find her. He dreams of her every night but has yet to see her face.
Nothing is what it seems though, and both of their lives are about to change forever.
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:
My skin feels too tight across my frame when I wake up. I had the same dream again. A woman in a translucent white dress beckons to me, a siren singing her song and luring me to her. Confusion swirls in my mind as my painful erection begs for attention.
For weeks I have woken up in a state of arousal. The thing that pisses me off is the fact that I don’t even know what the woman in my dreams looks like. It’s like there is a permanent shadow obscuring her face from my view.
I do know that she has a body made for sin. The dress she wears does nothing to hide her from my hungry gaze. Caramel skin, thick thighs, large breasts, and a softly rounded stomach are always visible. Other men might consider my dream siren to be fat, but all I see is a woman built to be fucked. As a black bear shifter, I must be careful when it comes to choosing sexual partners. Even in my human form I am a big motherfucker and could easily hurt someone.
Wrapping my left hand around my engorged erection, I stroke slowly, remembering every moment from my dream. The way she said my name, the sway of her breasts as she walked closer to me, the smell of sunshine and lavender that I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to. I know I am dreaming of my fated mate. I also know that until I find her in my waking life, the woman in my dreams will remain faceless.
Closing my eyes, I allow my imagination to take over.
The flimsy white material drops from her shoulders to pool at her feet, leaving her naked before me. Her nipples are large, a dusky brown color, tempting me to suck on them until they turn dark. Her pussy is covered by a smattering of perfectly trimmed hair but that doesn’t stop me from seeing the moisture gathering there.
My hand moves faster, harsher over my length as I imagine her touching me, and moments later my cum explodes, landing on my stomach.
“Fuck,” I grumble.
This shit needs to end, sooner rather than later. Not that I know how to do that. I will continue to dream of her until I have her in my life, and I don’t even know where the fuck to start looking for her. Even if she is in New York, I may never meet her. Hell, she could be in Brooklyn, and I still might miss her. There are just too many people in the city for me to go searching for her. Perhaps if I had her scent, it would be different.
Someone knocks on the door to my apartment, and I can’t help the anger that surges through me. Everyone knows to leave me the fuck alone. I’m a loner and I prefer it that way.
That’s a lie. I constantly watch the people around me, wishing to have what they have. I want love, family, friendship. But at forty-five, I have all but given up on having any of those things. I am everything black bears are known for—ornery, short-tempered, aggressive. It’s why I am so good at my job. I constantly have to fight to keep my beast under control, never allowing him a moment to take over.
Swinging my legs from the California king, I slide a pair of grey sweatpants up my legs, grab a towel, and clean the mess on my stomach before heading through my apartment.
“What?” the word falls from my lips as I open the door, and I instantly regret them. Arina stands on the other side with a massive smile.
She pushes the cup of fragrant coffee against my chest before making her way inside. She is the only person that doesn’t fear me. In fact, she has gone out of her way to make friends with me even though I keep pushing her away.
“We have a new bartender.”
