Tuesday, July 31, 2018


Well, our ManLove Summer Fantasies contest has come to an end and fall will soon be here. As we bring this ManLove Fantasies Contest to a close, I would like to thank all the readers who left such wonderful, uplifting messages for our participating authors. More times than not, it's the little things like a reader's love for a book or a particular character that gets out muse moving and helps us write that next book. Don't forget to come back in October for our ManLove Fall Fantasies contest where we will have more author stories to showcase for you.
I would also like to thank all of the authors that took the time to participate in this contest and share with us their favorite books. Your participation is always appreciated.
Now, for what you've all been waiting for. The winner of our grand prize Kindle Fire HD7 with a donated book from every participating author is...drum roll please...

Monday, July 30, 2018


Okay, I'm out of stories so today I am doing a recap of all the donated books that will be on the kindle. The winner will be announced tomorrow.


Sunday, July 29, 2018


~Part Four ~
Marc chuckled as he listened to Happy regale him with yet another extraordinary thing their new puppy had done. Happy was totally taken with the little King Cockier Spaniel, which had been the point of getting the little guy.
Marc was a little less infatuated. he hadn't gotten a decent night's sleep since they brought King home, and he was currently missing his slippers. Other than that, the puppy was taking to his training pretty well. He had a ways to go, but he was getting there.
The important part, and the reason Marc was so willing to put up with piddle puddles on the floor and having his toes chewed to death, was the joy in Happy's eyes every time he saw the puppy.
Anna had told him Happy had never had a dog before. Her parents wouldn't allow it. And even if they had, it wouldn't have been a good idea. Anna seemed positive her father would have abused the dog just as he had everyone else in his life. Marc was really glad the man was gone. He didn't deserve to breath the same air as Happy.
Marc's radio squawked before a voice said, "Deputy Walker, come back."
"Hold on, Happy. I'm getting a call." Marc reached for his CB. "This is Deputy Walker."
"We have a report of two-forty-five out at the Rusty Nail."
"I've dispatched trauma units to the scene and the sheriff will meet you there."
"Ten-Four, dispatch. Heading to the scene now." Marc hung up his CB then held his cell phone to his ear. "Baby, I have to go. I'll call you when I get a break."
"Okay, stay safe. I love you."
Marc smiled. "I love you, too, Happy."
He hung up his cell phone then slid it into his pocket. He started up his vehicle, flipped on the siren and headed for the Rusty Nail Bar and Grill. Assault with a deadly weapon. He hoped Harvey hadn't thrown someone through the window again.
He drove carefully, but quickly, out to the bar. It was only five miles outside of town so he made good time. Marc slowed when he reached the parking lot, doing a quick scan to check for possible threats. There were a few cars in the lot, but not much else.
When he didn't see any, he pulled his car to a stop and turned off the siren. Marc quickly picked up his CB and called in that he was on scene then climbed out of his vehicle. The sheriff and the paramedics hadn't arrived yet, so for now, it was just him. Moving with caution, Marc headed for the front door of the bar.
He was a little concerned that everything seemed to be so quiet. It was the middle of the day, but it just felt as if there should be more noise and activity at the bar. He couldn't even hear any music coming from inside.
That couldn't be good.
Marc reached the front door just as the sheriff pulled into the parking lot. He waited as the man jumped out of his vehicle and hurried up to him. "I was just about go in, Sheriff. So far, I haven't seen anything, but it seems awfully quiet to me."
"Yeah," Sheriff John Riley said as he glanced around. "A little too quiet."
"Want me to go around back?"
The sheriff nodded. "I'll give you five minutes to get around back and get inside. Radio me if you see anything, but keep the line clear other than that. If someone is inside, I don't want them to hear us coming. Once you're in, tap your radio button three times to let me know. When I'm ready to go in, I'll tap the button three times."
"Copy that, Sheriff." Marc turned and hurried around the side of the bar to the back. He spotted two cars and a motorcycle, telling him that at least Dixie, Hector Cruz, and either Joel or Harvey or both were inside.
He eased open the back door, glad that it was unlocked during business hours. He drew his gun then slowly eased the door open and peeked inside. When he didn't see anything, Marc stepped inside.
The hallway wasn't dark, but it wasn't well lit either. Marc stayed close to the wall as he headed toward the main room. He stopped and searched the kitchen, storage room, and pantry. All were empty.
Marc paused at the door between the kitchen and the main bar and tapped the button on his radio three times, just as the sheriff had directed. When he heard three taps come back, he pushed open the door and entered the bar.
It took one scan of the interior of the bar for Marc to see the problem. It took one gun aimed in his direction for him to raise his gun and point it at the man standing near the stage pointing said gun at him.
Marc pointed his gun at the suspect and called out loudly, "Sheriff's department. Lower your weapon." He estimated the suspect to be about thirty years old. He had a frantic look in his eyes, almost panicked. That didn't bode well for the situation. "Sir, you need to lower your weapon."
There were several people sitting on the floor in front of the stage. They looked scared, but unhurt. Marc didn't like the way the man with the gun was pacing back and forth in front of them. Not only did he have a gun, but he seemed agitated.
"I want a drink," the man shouted before swinging his gun around to aim across the room. "And he won't give me a drink."
Marc shot a quick glance in the direction the man had looked. Well, shit. Harvey was leaning against the wall. Even with a towel pressed against his shoulder, it was clear to see he'd been shot. He was alive, awake, and glaring at the man with the gun. Joey knelt on the floor next to him, holding the towel into place.
"You all right over there, Harvey?" Marc called out.
"I'll live."
Marc was pretty sure the guy holding the gun wouldn't live if Marc didn't get him out of there. Harvey wanted to tear him apart. The idiot probably threatened Joey, Harvey's husband. That could set the big bald man off in a heartbeat.
"Sir," Marc said as he turned back to the guy on the stage, "you need to lower your weapon." They needed to de-escalate this situation before someone else got hurt. "Sir."
"I want a drink!"
"We can get you something to drink just as soon as you lower your weapon."
"No!" the man shouted as he pointed his gun back at Harvey. "I want him to get me a drink. He's the one who said I couldn't have one."
Marc had no problem understanding why. The man's words were slurred, but his frantic pacing had a bit of a weave to it. Marc suspected the man was drunk.
"Harvey's been injured, sir. He can't get you a drink. How about I do it?" Marc edged his way behind the bar. "What would you like to drink?"
To be continued in "Happy's Joy", coming soon

Finding Lost Treasures
Cade Creek 18
coming soon
All Hector Cruz wanted was a place to call his own, but buying a rundown farm came with more problems than he'd been expecting. Between the needed repairs, the problems at work, and the man hiding out in his basement, he was starting to wonder if finding a place to call home was worth the headache.
Wilson Jacks was hiding. He'd done some really horrible things and now he was paying the price for his crimes. Being alone in the world made him ache for all the things he couldn't have. He had no friends, no home, no one to call his own, but that was a punishment in itself, one he felt he richly deserved.
When his world collides with the one man who doesn't expect perfection, learning to accept that he might not be a monster isn't as hard as accepting the fact that Hector is attracted to him. The fragile peace Will finds in Hector's arms begins to shatter when the chaos he's been avoiding comes knocking on the door.
Wilson Jacks's heart thundered painfully in his chest. He could hear voices rumbling above him, but he couldn't quite make out the words. His trouble breathing only grew worse when he heard a door close then footsteps walking across the floor.
He knew hiding out here was a really bad idea, but the house had been vacant when he found it, dilapidated and rundown as if no one had lived there in ages. He'd thought it would be the perfect place to hide.
Then Hector moved in.
Will knew who Hector was. He'd heard the man's name mentioned enough times by those who came by the place to realize the man who'd bought the house was the same one who'd been shot the day Will had been shot.
He also knew the man had been roommates with Terry Iverson, the man Will had been forced to humiliate by accusing him of sexual misconduct. Will had hated to do it, but it had been his only option.
Will was terrified of what Hector would do once he discovered his uninvited houseguest. Hector had been shot because of him. His friend had gone through so much misery because of him. Dan Wilson had been forced to arrest his own father because of him.
So many horrible things had happened and they all led back to Will.
Will sniffled then wiped at his nose with the sleeve of his shirt. He wished he could just run away, run as far as he could go until he found someplace where no one knew him or knew about what he'd done.
Unfortunately, he had no way to run. He'd lost his job as a paramedic. When he lost his job, he could no longer afford his apartment. He'd sold most everything he owned, keeping just a few personal items. He didn't even have his car anymore.
He felt guilty about taking Hector's sandwich, but with no way into town—not that he'd actually consider going into Cade Creek after what he'd done—he had no way to buy groceries. Since he sold almost everything he owned, he had no way to cook food even if he had it.
It wasn't like he planned to spend the rest of his life in Hector's basement. He just needed enough time to figure out what he was going to do, which was proving to be harder than he thought it would be.
Will's breath caught in his throat when the door at the top of the basement opened. He scooted back away from the light shining down the stairs as far as he could go.
"You can come out now. The sheriff is gone."
Oh god, he was gonna die.
Will just knew it.
Hector was going to figure out it was him hiding in the basement and the man would kill him. Will was no dummy. He'd seen the size of the man's muscles. Hector could squash him with a snap of his fingers.
"Come on out," Hector said. "This passage is too narrow for me to come down there without squeezing myself into a pretzel."
Will believed it.
Hector's voice was a lot lower and more menacing when he spoke again. "Don't make me come down there. I won't be happy."
Will grabbed his bag in case he needed to make a run for it, and pushed himself to his feet. He kept a tight grip on the handle of his bag as he slowly stepped into the light. He swallowed tightly then glanced up to the top of the stairs. The second his eyes met Hector's eyes, Will dropped his gaze.
Hector's massive chest heaved when he sighed. "Come on up, Will."
It took every ounce of Will's control to force himself to take that first step. One by one, he climbed up the stairs, his eyes never leaving the pulse beating in Hector throat.
When he reached the top of the stairs, he wasn't sure what to expect. He was almost positive that Hector was going to grab him, force him down the hallway, then toss him out the front door. He never expected the man to simply step back and allow him out of the basement.
Will clutched his bag tightly to his chest and quickly stepped through the doorway and out into the hallway. He took a couple of steps back, making sure there was plenty of room between him and Hector. He wanted a head start if he needed to run.
Hector shut the door then walked right on past him. "You want some water or something?"
"No, thank you," Will murmured.
Hector's dark eyebrows were raised when he glanced over his shoulder. "Are you sure?"
Will shrugged. To be honest, his throat was so parched, it hurt, but he wasn't going to admit that.
Hector grunted before continuing toward the kitchen. Will waited for a moment before following after the man. He paused in the archway and watched as Hector grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge. He licked his dry lips when Hector unscrewed the top and took a long swallow.
Hector stared at him for a moment after lowering his bottle of water then turned and reached into the fridge for another bottle. When he held it out, Will threw caution to the wind and grabbed for the bottle.
He quickly scooted back to the doorframe before opening the bottle and swallowing down almost the entire thing. He tried to save some of it for later, but it was so hard. He hadn't had anything to drink since the previous day.
Hector crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter. His eyebrows were pulled tight together in a pensive expression, almost as if he was trying to figure something out but didn't have all the pieces together yet.
Will clutched at his bottle of water, tensing his muscles in case he had to make a mad dash for the door. The air was thick with unease. Will was pretty sure most of it came from him.
"Were you in my house before or after I bought it?" Hector finally asked.
Will gulped. "Before," he whispered.
"Did you do the work on the baseboards and crown molding?"
Hector cocked his head. "Why?"
Will dropped his eyes to his hands as he shrugged his shoulders. "I ate your food. I wanted to pay you back."

Stormy believes the only thing sexier than a man in cowboy boots is two or three men in cowboy boots. She also believes in love at first sight, soul mates, true love, and happy endings.
You can usually find her cuddled in bed with a book in her hand and a puppy in her lap, or on her laptop, creating the next sexy man for one of her stories. Stormy welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website:

Saturday, July 28, 2018

LISA OLIVER - Story Two, Part Two

BBQ, Bikes and Bears

Part Two

“Harley, Bronson, pull up a chair.” Clive waved a beer bottle at his friends with a cheery grin a few hours later. “I thought Ronan and Asaph were coming along too.”

“There was an issue at their club. Some kids broke in, looking for booze by the looks of things,” Harley said, dragging a chair across the porch. “We can’t stay long, but Bronson wanted to watch the fireworks.”

“Oh yes,” Bronson added with a wide smile as he rested a hand on Harley’s chair. “It was definitely me that wanted to watch the display. My partner humors me in so many things. Hi Trent, Marly, how’s things hanging with you two?”

Clive watched as his friends interacted. He hadn’t known Harley was a shifter until the tattooist met Bronson. Ronan and Asaph were shifters too – both wolves. Now he knew what to look for, he could see how the alphas all stood a little straighter when they met even though they were friends. He imagined in their animal forms, they’d all be sniffing each other’s butts and that made him laugh, although, he quickly stopped when Trent looked at his strangely. For some reason, Clive imagined Roy gave off the same sort of vibe. The big officer definitely had animal magnetism, but whether it was shifter induced or simply because Clive hadn’t been laid for a while, he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t something he really wanted to think about. As the clock edged closer to eight o’clock, he’d almost convinced himself the whole encounter was the product of the beers he’d drank that afternoon.

Which was why, when the rumble of a Harley pulled up by the front gates, Clive jumped and of course Trent noticed. “Are we expecting anyone else?” Trent asked, his eyes narrowing as the figure on the bike rode right up to the porch. “I’ve not seen him around before.”

“He’s a big one,” Marly whispered, peering around his mate. “Oh, I’ve seen him around town. That’s one of the new police officers. He came in and introduced himself to Cody a few weeks back.”

“Is he like you guys?” Clive asked casually. He longed to jump up and greet his new friend, but he didn’t want to appear too eager. Yep, there was definite chemistry. He could feel it as Roy stepped onto the porch.

“He’s bigger,” Marly squeaked as Trent stood and put himself between Marly and Clive, and Roy, who had an amused smile on his face. Bronson stepped over to stand shoulder to shoulder with Trent, trying to get Harley behind him who had jumped up too, which resulted in a bit of a tussle. Attracted by the sudden moves, Lou and Saul, two of the club enforcers, ran up the porch steps.

“Guys, guys. Settle down. Anyone would think you hadn’t seen a new face before.” Clive tried to push Trent out of the way, but it was like moving a slab of concrete. “I specifically invited Roy to our little gathering. Let him through.”

“You don’t know what he is,” Trent hissed urgently as he stood chest to chest with the bigger man. Bigger being a relative term. Roy was an inch taller and slightly broader across the shoulders, but they were evenly matched in other ways including the matching snarls.

“And this is not the place to discuss it.” Clive was still the president of the club and Trent would get out of his way or he’d thump him. “All of you, in my office, now. Saul, Lou, keep an eye on things out here.”

Saul quirked an eyebrow but he and Lou both nodded, pushing back Bobby who’d also come running to the porch. Without looking at anyone else, Clive strode inside, heading straight to his private office. The beer in his stomach was churning in a most unpleasant fashion and his heart rate increased. It seemed like every molecule in his body was attuned to the man he could feel behind him and for the second time that day, his cock thickened.

Sitting in his chair, and resting his feet on the desk, Clive waited until Trent closed the door and then asked bluntly, “is this is a shifter issue? I can understand why Trent’s suspicious. He’s my sergeant at arms. But Bronson, you’re going to be in hot water for trying to protect your mate. I’m human and I can smell Harley’s anger. So, are we talking about an alpha wolf thing here, or are you all just going to get your dicks out and see who’s biggest?”

“Boss.” Trent’s shoulders shook as though his animal wanted to break free. “Do you know who this is?”

“Officer Roy Carmichael,” Clive said calmly as Roy’s mouth dropped open. “We met this afternoon – he pulled me over actually. He seems like a friendly enough guy and it’s not as though we’ve got anything to hide here, is it?” He pinned Trent with a firm gaze. “It’s the holiday season. I’m being friendly.”

“He’s also a bear shifter,” Harley said. He was slouched on the wall by the door, his arms crossed. “That’s what’s got the wolves in a tizzy. His shifted form is bigger than theirs.”

“Well, no one is shifting in a human bike club, are they?” Clive let a hint of steel show through his tone. “All of you, for fucks sake stand down. If this is what it’s like when there’re just five of you in a room what the hell is a pack meeting like?”

“You know about mates and shifters?” Roy finally found his voice. “Thank the holy mother, I am so glad. That saves me a whole stack of tedious explanations.”

“Clive, that bear wants you over the desk with your ass in the air.” Trent could also be blunt. “The lust is so thick in here you could cut it with a knife.”

“My sex life is my business,” Clive told Trent firmly, before turning his attention to Roy. “But knowing you’re a shifter means casual sex is off the table.” He wasn’t going to dream he could have anything more with the handsome hunk. “I had my heart ripped out by a shifter twenty years ago, well before I met these guys. I know how important fated mates are, and how the urge to be with them is stronger than anything else in your life. I won’t go through that sort of grief again. Our chemistry is off the charts – I’m not immune to that. But once around a shifter’s bed is enough for me, thank you very much. I’m too old to just go shagging around and then get dumped when the one the fates picked for you comes along.”

“Thank fuck for that,” Roy said as his eyes got more intense. “I really don’t like the thought of my mate off shagging someone else.”

This time it was Clive’s mouth that dropped open while Marly squealed in excitement. “Clive’s got himself a mate! That’s freaking awesome.”


The last thing Roy expected to find when he rode through the huge corrugated iron gates guarding the Epitaph’s compound was three wolf shifters and a tiger standing around his mate like old friends. The loud music, flash of breasts, and drunken men sitting around laughing and joking – they were expected parts of the scenery in an MC. But the smell of cooked meat in the air couldn’t hide his mate’s delicious scent and when the one called Trent stepped in front of him with another wolf standing beside him, the smile fell off his face and his bear rumbled deep in his chest. No one, not even an alpha wolf shifter, was going to stop him from greeting his mate.

Now, as Trent, Bronson and the others filed out of the office, Trent unable to resist giving him a last warning glare, all Roy felt was relief. And lust, but that was something he’d have to get used to around his silver fox. Earlier, as he’d showered and pulled his bike out from under its coverings and given it a shine, he’d rehearsed a dozen ways of saying, “hi there, I’m your mate. I want to shove my dick in your ass, and my teeth in your neck and then we’ll be together for the rest of a very long life. Oh, and by the way, I turn into a bear when riled, and not the fuzzy, cuddly kind. Don’t freak out, it’s just part of my DNA.”

Imagined responses ranged from Clive fainting, laughing at him, or pulling out a gun and threatening him. The problem was, while Roy was hugely relieved none of those scenarios would play out, he wasn’t sure what to say next. “So, you know about shifters and mates then?” He knew the words were lame as soon as he spoke them, but then Clive seemed to be going through some sort of brain reset as well. The man hadn’t said a word since he’d made his mating announcement.

Dropping his feet from the desk to the floor, Clive leaned on the scratched and battered wood and let out a long sigh. “You’re going to need to hear this. I met Jules when I was a young kid of seventeen, living on the streets right here in Orlando. He saved my ass from being beat up and shared a stolen burger with me. I knew he was older, I didn’t realize how much older until a lot later, but we stuck together, shared everything with each other, well before we found work and a place to live.”

“When did you find out Jules wasn’t strictly human?” As much as Roy wanted to hug his mate close, he appreciated Clive needed to share his story and would probably prefer to have some space to do it without mating hormones getting in the way.

“That first winter,” Clive chuckled as he looked up and Roy’s eyes widened. He could see the hints of Clive’s younger self when the man’s face relaxed. “It was the middle of January and you wouldn’t think it would be that cold, even in the middle of the night. But me and Jules, we were holed up in this abandoned warehouse on the edge of town. We’d barely eaten that day and I was coming down with a fever or something. I just know I felt like shit. I was shaking and shivering, and I couldn’t get warm, no matter how much Jules hugged me. I remember him saying ‘just don’t freak out, okay. I won’t eat you,’ right before he turned into this gorgeous huge wolf. I didn’t feel the cold again until Jules told me about his mate five years later.”

“Shit.” Roy hung his head for a moment. It was as though he could feel Clive’s pain.

“Jules was such a stupid bastard,” Clive said fondly. “He tried to keep it from me, but I knew something was wrong. We were sharing an apartment by the time he’d met his mate. I’d never even looked at another person in all that time, you know, and I know Jules didn’t either. We were at some fucking fourth of July thing in town – he’d been quiet for days. I’d probably had too many beers and couldn’t take it anymore. I remember yelling at him to tell me what was wrong, and he just broke down and cried. That wasn’t like Jules.”

“Is that when he told you the truth?” Roy could hear the party going hard outside, but for now it was as though he and Clive were the only two people in the world.

Clive nodded. “He explained about true mates and how important they were and how he never meant to fall for me, but he couldn’t help himself. Meeting his mate was just a random thing, you know. He was getting lunch from a coffee shop. His mate was a long-haul trucker who just happened to want lunch at the same coffee shop, at that same time. Jules told him about me, and how he couldn’t just leave. He must have gone through hell the silly bastard.”

“Did they leave town after he told you?” As a bear, Roy considered him a laid back sort of a person, but he wasn’t sure he could handle seeing Clive’s ex, another shifter, on a regular basis.

“That very night.” Clive’s jaw tightened. “The guy must have been hanging around town waiting for him. I stayed at the party and got horribly drunk. When I finally staggered home, his clothes and stuff were gone and there was three month’s rent on the kitchen table. I never heard from him again.”

“Shit,” Roy said again because he really didn’t know what else he could say. Jules did the right thing. His new mate was clearly a shifter too, and all shifters were possessive of their fated ones. But after five years of being together, building a life together, Clive must have been gutted when Jules left.

“I can tell what you’re thinking, and you’re right,” Clive said with a dark chuckle. “I didn’t handle it well at all. I became the biggest piece of shit homophobic asshole on the planet. Every time I saw two men physically closer together than socially acceptable it brought up all the feelings of pain I went through when Jules left. This club was already full of homophobes and even when I was made president, I didn’t stop the bullying or bashing until six months ago. Jules would have been fucking disgusted with me. I was fucking disgusted with me, but for so long, all I felt was pain and I just couldn’t stop it.”

“You must have really loved him.” Damn. Roy was doing a good job of wrecking what had the prospects of being a sexy evening. But then, it was better to get these things out in the open from the start if he and Clive had a chance to move forward. He wasn’t going to let his mate go, but he could give him time if he needed it.

“I know I did at the time.” Clive reached down into his desk drawer and pulled out a half full bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He held one up to Roy who nodded. Pouring out two healthy shots, Clive took one and indicated for Roy to take the other. But instead of slugging it back, Clive sipped on it.

“When Jules first left, I joined the Marines. I was there ten years and the pain dulled somewhat. I convinced myself I was better off without him. But when I came back here and joined the club, it was like it all came back again. It wasn’t that I missed Jules, I think I was just so damn jealous. Jules met someone, and they knew in an instant they were going to be together for centuries. I felt like this dumb schmuck human who was just warming Jules’s bed until the real deal came along. I was pissed off. Angry. Oh, I know he cared about me but when his mate showed up I was last week’s news. He walked away from everything we’d built together to be with this perfect stranger and they had this connection and….”

Clive shook his head and bit his bottom lip. When he looked up Roy could see a real sincerity in his eyes. “After all these years, I finally understand why he did it.”

Roy put down his glass, his whiskey untouched. “As your mate, I’d never stray, I’d never leave you. We’ll probably argue once in a while because we’re individuals and being mates takes work just the same as any other relationship. But, my mom always said never go to bed angry and I respect my mom. The claiming bond between mates means if I die, so will you, because our souls are meant to be together, and before you start thinking you’ll be shortening my life span, don’t. Fates willing, I will live another three to five hundred years more and once I’ve bitten you, you’ll stop aging. We’ll be together all that time.”

Clive ran his fingers through his short gray hair. “You didn’t think to try and find me before I got gray and wrinkled?” He smiled to show he was teasing.

“Maybe your heart wasn’t ready for me then.” Roy found it easy to return the smile.

“I’m always going to look like your daddy.” Clive stood, and Roy’s pulse quickened as he stepped around the desk, stopping within touching distance. This close Clive’s scent was intense, and Roy muffled a groan.

“In my eyes, you’ll never look anything but perfect.” Roy forced his eyes upward. Clive’s crotch was dangerously close to his face and the rugged man smelled of sex. “If you can handle a bit of teasing about you being a cradle snatcher, I know I can.”

“Are you absolutely sure this is real?” Clive stepped closer and Roy widened his knees, so his mate could stand between them. “Don’t get me wrong. I want you bad, but I’m human. I can’t scent a lie. Jules never pretended we were mates. I didn’t learn about that facet of shifter life until he met his.” He swallowed hard. “My heart’s been closed off for over half my life. If I let you in, for something more than sex, and this isn’t….”

“It is real.” Roy took a chance and tugged his mate close enough he could rest his head on Clive’s stomach. Clive’s fingers in his hair sent shivers down his spine. “Your friends, who were in here earlier, they would have told you if they scented me lying. They only left me alone with you because they know we’re mates and mates are incapable of hurting each other.”

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone,” Clive whispered. “It’s like I can’t stop touching you now I’ve started. Does it feel the same for you?”

“You have no idea,” Roy growled. “Your wolf friend was right. I’d have you over that desk in an instant.” He inhaled sharply, which did nothing to quell his lust, but protecting his mate was the ultimate creed for any shifter. “But, is it safe?” He waved at the door.

“Not here, not for all the things I see in your eyes, or the things I hope you’ll do,” Clive admitted with a snarl. “But, I’ll have this much before those fucking fireworks start.” Stepping back, Clive held out his hand and Roy stood, pulling his mate back into his arms. They were both of the same mind and lips met, softly at first. Roy wanted to learn all those things his mate enjoyed. But when Clive bit his bottom lip, his bear surged and four hours’ worth of pent up frustration came tumbling out in a rush. Pushing Clive back against the desk, Roy took over their kiss, shoving his tongue through parted lips, letting his tongue learn everything from what his mate had for breakfast through to the chipped canine tooth he had on the left hand side of his mouth.

His body quickly over-heated. Clothes became an unnecessary hindrance. Clive’s chest was still only covered by the vest he’d worn on his bike and Roy pushed his hand up under it, mapping out the hot skin and hard muscles underneath. Clive groaned against his mouth, and Roy felt his muscle shirt tugged out of his jeans. Clive’s leg hooked around his and although their difference in height meant their cocks weren’t lined up, Roy pushed his knee forward so Clive could rub himself on his thigh. 

The ends of Roy’s fingers tingled – his claws itching to spring out and make short work of Clive’s leathers. But something was buzzing in his ears and it wasn’t just the thump of his pounding blood. Dragging his lips from Clive’s was an effort, but he growled as he heard the signs of an argument just outside Clive’s door.

“What is it?” Roy assumed it was Clive’s military training that shook the lust from his eyes. Putting his finger to his lips, Roy left the warmth of his mate’s body and moved closer to the door.

To be continued in a full book hopefully out in August.


Lone alpha wolf, Bronson Cunningham, dreams of finding a mate and starts to think it's possible when his best friend Asaph falls for the sweet omega-dancing Ronan. His curiosity is piqued when a strange letter lands on his desk, simply addressed "You smell like mine". That must be a shifter reference, right? But it seems the guy likes to stay in the shadows, because Bronson doesn't scent him anywhere.
Harley thinks he has every reason to hide. A savage scar on his face means his trysts are best kept to dark alleys. Watching his mate, he quickly realizes Bronson is one of the world's beautiful people. He wasn't going to be interested in a scarred tattooist from the wrong side of town.
A letter, a meeting, secrets are revealed. But is Bronson strong enough to stand by Harley's side when he faces his nemesis from the past...and will Harley let him?
Note: This book is a spin-off from Harder in Heels (Alpha and Omega #4). It can be read as standalone, but you will know more about the secondary characters if you have read the other one first.

M/M, contains intimacy between two men, coarse language and off page reference to prior abuse.


About the Author
Lisa Oliver had been writing non-fiction books for years when visions of half dressed, buff men started invading her dreams.  Unable to resist the lure of her stories, Lisa decided to switch to fiction books, and now stories about her men clamor to get out from under her fingertips. 
When Lisa is not writing, she is usually reading with a cup of tea always at hand. Her grown children and grandchildren sometimes try and pry her away from the computer and have found that the best way to do it, is to promise her chocolate.  Lisa will do anything for chocolate.
Lisa loves to hear from her readers and other writers.  You can friend her on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/lisaoliverauthor), catch up on what’s happening at her blog (http://www.supernaturalsmut.com) or email her directly at yoursintuitively@gmail.com.

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