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Arcanum New York Box Set – Mychael Black
Six books all in one volume! Join the Arcanum New York guys as they deal with the intricacies of the paranormal community. From an encroaching dragon flight hellbent on causing trouble, to hunters focusing on paras, there’s something for everyone here!
CONTENT WARNING
Some books contain the following:
* Alpha dragon/omega human
* Mpreg (no birth scene)
* Fully shifted dragon/human sex
* Alpha fae/omega dragon
* Half-shifted dragon/fae sex
* Mention/brief flashback of forced breeding
* Pregnancy loss (miscarriage)
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EXCERPT from Arcanum NY 1: Frostfire
“Thank you. I’ve been waiting for this one!”
Lyndon Reese smiled and handed the customer her receipt. “You’re welcome. It’s been in high demand since its release. Have a good day, Mrs. Carter.”
She waved goodbye and walked out of the store, her prized book in hand.
Outside, the snow had only increased, and people hurried along, trudging through the four inches already blanketing the city. Lyndon watched them for a moment before glancing at his watch. Only half an hour to go, and then he could close up shop. The migraine that had started two hours ago had yet to let up.
He picked up several misplaced books and carried them toward the shelves. Just before he put the first one up in its place, the bell over the door jingled. Plastering on his best customer service smile, he turned to greet the newcomer.
For a moment, he couldn’t speak. He’d seen those eyes before. They were hard to forget. Bright, unnaturally blue. Of course, he would’ve been hard pressed to forget the whole man.
“Can I help you find something?” Lyndon asked, finally remembering how to talk.
The man smiled. “I’m happy to see you well.”
Lyndon returned to the counter and set the books down. He raked a shaky hand through his hair and nodded. “I’m okay, except for the migraines.”
“From the concussion?” The man approached the counter and leaned sideways against it, arms crossed. He wasn’t wearing a uniform now.
“Probably? I’m honestly not sure,” Lyndon said. He made himself look into the man’s eyes. They’d haunted him since the nightclub fire last year. “I want to thank you. For that night. I never got your name.”
“Detective Raphael Drach,” the man said, extending one hand.
Lyndon shook it. “Nice to meet you, Detective. I’m Lyndon Reese.”
The detective smiled. “My pleasure entirely, Mr. Reese.” He glanced around the store. “Your place, I assume?”
“It is. I opened it a few months before the fire.”
Those eyes looked back at Lyndon, enigmatic and yet unnerving. “I’ll be honest with you, Mr. Reese. I stopped by because someone recommended you to me.”
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