Title: Lost Mate
Author: Dirk Greyson
Genre: M/M, Paranormal Romance, Shifters
A list of benefits gained by attending a book conference.
There are a number of benefits, but the best one is the chance to meet readers. They are always such an amazing group of people and meeting readers energizes me in a way that nothing else can. I go to conferences and spend three or four days talking books and story with people who love them as much as I do. There is nothing better. Once I come home, I’m energized and raring to work.
One of the other main benefits for me involves meeting other authors and dear friends. There are people that are so dear to me I can’t tell you. I speak to them on the phone regularly, but I only get to meet them at conferences. They are some of my closest friends and I just adore them. Writing conferences have given me an extended sort of family that I would never want to give up.
Falco pulled into the lot and around to the back of the building where there was a small loading dock. He backed in and unloaded the furniture with the help of one of the men from the store. Once he was done, Falco thanked him for his help, walked around the truck to get inside, and his knees buckled.
Just like that, a scent he hadn’t smelled in over a decade, one he never expected to encounter again, barreled into him. He groaned and turned toward the store. It was coming from inside, but getting fainter. Falco jumped in his truck, started the engine, and drove around the store, not slowing down until he was in front, following the sweetest scent God ever made.
He pulled up to the front, parked, and raced inside. The scent was there, but faint, like Carter had been there but was gone now. Falco pushed through the door and back outside, scenting the air, tracking the sweet smell down the line of doors to the very end.
It grew stronger with each step until Falco stood outside a small pet store. He pushed open the door and walked inside, trying not to rush. The yips of puppies met his ears, along with the squawks of birds and the cries of kittens.
“May I help you?” a high-school-aged girl asked from behind the counter.
“I’m looking for Carter.”
She turned toward the back of the store. “He was just here, but he said he was leaving.” She tilted her head to look through the store. “It looks like he just left. If you hurry, you might be able to catch him.”
“Thank you,” Falco called, already out the door, and raced around the side of the building just in time to see a small blond man close his car door, sending a wave of sweetness wafting over to him. The engine coughed to life on the old Corolla, and it then pulled out and around Falco.
The car braked to a halt twenty feet past where Falco stood, and the window lowered. He hoped Carter had smelled him as well. Falco walked in Carter’s direction, nervous and excited that he might have finally found his mate again after all these years. But then the window rose and the car started forward once again, pulling away, leaving Falco standing alone alongside the drive next to the store, wondering what the hell had just happened.
He’d gotten close enough to Carter to know he was a wolf. His memories on the subject hadn’t been clear, but Carter was a shifter, like him, and therefore he had to have scented him and known Falco was his mate. So why had he run?