A Greek Werewolf in New York

'I'm thirty-two and boyfriend-less my entire life. Everyone also thinks I'm an idiot for waiting for my fated mate.

Three years ago, I was all ready to swipe right on the first decent guy to pop up on my screen. I just wanted to be "normal", since everyone's saying I'm not because I was still a V.

But then that day happened. Yes, I'm talking about That Day when vampires came crawling out of the woodwork, and the world was never the same again. That Day was when we humans were almost annihilated...until shapeshifters, Faes, Caros, and all other magical creatures exposed themselves to rescue us.

After That Day, all things preter flooded the Internet, paranormal romance was renamed preternatural romance, and I couldn't sign out of dating apps fast enough, permanently.

Call me foolish if you want, but my heart is telling me this is why no one's been able to unlock my chastity belt all these years. A girl should always be free to dream, even if she's in her thirties. And while I'm not asking for instalove, I don't think it's too much to wish for a spark or two. Or three. All I want is some chemistry, and as destiny would have it---

A certain Greek werewolf in New York does turn out to be my fated mate, and he not only happens to be my ridiculously good-looking billionaire boss, but...

One kiss from him also changes everything, and I find out I'm a succubus?