Her ideal men are long dead, but apparently it’s time to get back to the land of the living.

Archeologist Melody Simmons spends her days sifting through shit…fossilized werewolf shit. Since her last romance ended badly, she’s been off men… the ones that haven’t been dead for a couple of hundred years anyway. Close to proving that her current site is significant, she is blindsided when her cousin books her a blind date through an exclusive agency.

Knowing some battles are better left alone, she doesn’t expect much… a nice meal and an overnight stay at a fancy hotel… instead, she finds her date is hotter than hades and better yet? He’s a werewolf. A lean, muscled, longhaired alpha werewolf she suddenly wants to test all those theories about werewolf stamina with…

He wants a woman who doesn’t know who he is, he doesn’t expect to find his mate.

Werewolf rockstar and lead singer of the Lyric Hounds, Aaron Rixx has it all. Talent, fame, riches… but he’d give it all up for a woman who sees the man and not the rockstar. In a fit of… something, he books a date with an exclusive and very discrete agency. At the very least, he might get a night of sex and some alone time to write and compose new material for the band.

The instant he meets his date though, all bets are off. She’s small, curvy, beautiful… and the one thing he never thought he could have: his mate. Now all he has to do is convince her of that.

But missing siblings and car accidents conspire to keep them apart, and he loses her. Can he find his mate again before a crazy fan decides that the best way to remove the competition for his affection is permanently?