Anthony Carrow never thinks to find the love of his life when he goes to a bar with his best friend Steven Dell. Getting over the death of his lover has been a hard task for Anthony. After two years he’s still broken-hearted and doesn’t have any intention of joining the dating scene. However, going with Steven to scope out a werewolf club to help his friend find a mate leads to unexpected consequences.
Silver, alpha leader of the Moon pack, has been searching for his mate for a long time. Unhappy with the men he meets he’s given up searching for the man of his dreams until Anthony walks into the bar.
Can a man who’s already suffered a loss once be persuaded to give love a second try or will fear hold them back from finding the love they both deserve.
About the Author
Amber Kell is a dreamer who has been writing stories in her head for as long as she could remember. She lives in Seattle with her husband, two sons, three cats and one very stupid dog. To learn more about her current books or works in progress, check out her blog at http://amberkell.wordpress.com. Her fans can also reach her at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Read an Excerpt
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Anthony Carrow looked around the room and thought about walking back out. It took all his effort not to gape like a landed fish.
He felt conspicuous in his leather pants and no shirt. The outfit exposed both his pierced left nipple and the brilliant memorial tattoo on his back. But the feeling faded as he realized less people were looking at him than at the young man who walked past with a leash attached to the harness around his cock. A leash held in the firm hand of a slim man with silvery hair and a designer suit who walked with the smooth grace of werekind.
In reality, beneath his magical disguise he drew less attention than the other dozens of men standing around like they were waiting to take their place in the Mr. Beautiful pageant.
The thought that this was all a horrible mistake pinged around Anthony's head in a dizzying fury.
His nerves strummed so loudly in his head he was surprised that the sound didn't echo off the ceiling of the crowded bar.
Panicked he turned to flee.
A large hand clamped on his shoulder holding him in place.
"No escaping. You promised you'd come with me and we both know you need to get out more." said Steven, Anthony's best friend, his eyes following the pair as they passed. "You've barely dated since Drew died. Even with your current look you'll catch someone's eye." He flashed Tony a sympathetic smile. "Though I do appreciate the effort to not show me up with your gorgeousness. I have a feeling it was more to hide yourself than to help me in any way."
Tony stifled his laughter at Steven's rueful expression. Although he agreed to accompany hisfriend to the club, he'd cast a strong suppression spell on his appearance so he wouldn't stand out too much from the crowd. He didn't need a stampede in his direction on his first night out.
The spell dulled his gleaming golden hair to a dirty blond and his natural glowing skin to a light bronze. Features usually heart-stoppingly fine, roughened under the weight of the magic changing his normally beautiful features into a pleasing but not memorable face. Everything else he left as nature made it. He was now attractive enough to get a man but not gorgeous enough to overshadow his handsome friend.
But just the thought of dating again sent pain ripping through Tony's chest. These men were gorgeous, sexy even, but they weren't Drew. Images of his dead lover sprang before his eyes like a moving picture, peeling back his careful indifference to expose a loss so deep it threatened to drown him. Taking a deep breath, Tony steadied his pulse and forced a reassuring smile on his lips hoping to stave off the worried expression in Steven's eyes.