I'd always been good at minding my own business. So when this towering guy slammed into me at the subway station-hands gripping my shoulders a little too tight, breathing me in like I was the last course at some all-you-can-eat buffet-I did what any halfway sane New Yorker would. I muttered an apology and walked away. By the time I got home, the whole thing was already fading. Just another weird moment in a city full of them. Then, sometime after midnight, I felt it. A presence. Heavy. Watching. My breath caught. My heart started kicking like it wanted out. When I finally rolled over, I saw him-gold eyes glowing in the dark. Not a dream. Not some stress-fueled hallucination. A horned man stood at the foot of my bed. And he wasn't alone.

Warning: This is a 25K-word MM Shifter Bull Harem Romance featuring mature themes, explicit language, and steamy content. It's short, spicy, and a little wild-with a sweet cinnamon roll main character at the heart of it all.