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Apr
2015

Lisa Oliver’s The Biker’s Omega

I’m very excited to have Lisa back to join me today. I’m a big fan of her books so if you haven’t read one yet, you definitely should check them out. Today she stops by with her book The Biker’s Omega and I truly can’t wait to read it. She wrote something all kinds of amazing for y’all to read. It’s an interview of the characters that I happen to appear in! I hope everyone enjoys reading it. After the exclusive scene, read all about the book and excerpt that will leave you wanting more. At the very bottom be sure to enter for a chance to win a copy of the book.

“Hi Amanda, it’s so lovely of you to invite us here today. I understand you had a couple of questions about some of our friends, that didn’t get addressed in our story.” Marly was as pretty as Lisa had described him – all petite male, and that gorgeous long blond hair. Sitting next to Trent, who was, to be perfectly honest, a little intimidating, Marly couldn’t be friendlier, all smiles and happy faces.

“Yes,” I said, pinching my leg. It wasn’t the first time I had interviewed hunky men, but these two main characters from Lisa Oliver’s latest book, The Biker’s Omega, were a study in opposites. Where Trent was all tall, dark and moody looking, imposing in his bike leathers, Marly was like a ray of sunshine. I reminded myself these two men were wolf shifters and could smell emotions. I didn’t want either man to get the wrong idea. But damn, Trent looked fine.

“Some of your readers wanted to know about what happened to Stephanie. Did she stay with the Epitaphs or has she moved on?” I wasn’t surprised to see Marly’s face fall, but come on. The question had to be asked. The woman really didn’t get a good write up in the book, and well, for women everywhere, I needed to know she had come out okay. A woman who was so quick to jump into a man’s trousers had to have some redeeming features. It had been six months since Marly and Trent had ridden off into the sunset, I wanted something positive to have happened for the only woman in the story.

“Stephanie got married,” Trent said and yes, his voice is as deep as it was described. Marly elbowed the man. It seemed Trent wasn’t a big talker. “She met up with Razor’s accountant…”

“And it was lust at first sight,” Marly chimed in happily when it was clear Trent didn’t want to say anything more. “That woman got everything she could ever want – the house, a white picket fence, more money than she can shake a stick at and a guy who totally adores her. The wedding was so lovely.”

“You were invited to the wedding?” I was more than a little shocked. After Marly got Trent I thought the woman would have never wanted to be anywhere the little man again.

“Yes,” Marly said happily, grinning at Trent. “Her and I, well we’re not BFFs or anything, but we talk. And she wanted all of the Epitaph’s at her wedding, so…”

“We all turned up in leathers, on bikes, and shocked the pants off the society types.” Now Trent’s eyes were gleaming, and it did seem to make the man more approachable. So I dared to ask the question that had been bugging me since I read the book.

“Did Cat and Clive actually get together, only I notice Cat didn’t come on your trip to Dollywood.”

“Cat flew up and met us there,” Marly said. “He had to work an extra day, but he came up on the Sunday and then rode back with us the following weekend. Him and Clive, let’s just say they’re interesting.”

“Clive doesn’t want Cat at the club,” Trent explained. “The man’s not the type to defend himself, although he has been a few times. But Clive takes him out, clubbing, dinners, that sort of thing. They are getting pretty serious I think…at least Clive is.”

“So is Cat,” Marly said. “God, if you could have heard him on the phone the other day. Cat was talking as though Clive could literally walk on water. But Clive’s a bit older than Cat, and that sort of thing can be a problem in the human world.”

“Not the gay thing? I would have thought that would have been the biggest problem for the President of a motorcycle gang?”

“Clive thumps anyone who has a negative word to say about his friend,” Trent said as though that was the most normal thing to do, and maybe for wolf shifters and motorcycle gang members it was. “They’ll get their shit together once Clive realizes that Cat won’t be put off because he is older. Those two together, they are pure mush.”

“Just like us, aye big boy?” Marly’s eyes gleamed and the way Trent was looking, as though he could lick Marly from the tip of head to the bottom of his toes, I figured there wouldn’t be any point in asking anything more.

Blurb:
Marly Miles has been happy in his life as a lone Omega wolf, living and working among the humans of Orlando, Florida. When an attack on him and his friend brings Marly to the notice of the Sergeant of Arms of the Epitaph’s Motorcycle Club, he realizes immediately that the man carries the same scent as his attackers. Not a very good start when the same man is also his mate.

Alpha wolf, Trent Beaumont has spent a lot of years living as a human when he walked away from his home pack. Forced to live as a straight man, because of the Epitaph’s club culture, he walks away from Marly after checking the man is safe. But no wolf, not even an Alpha, can refuse the mating call from the Fates. But with his President looking over his shoulder, and a woman panting after him to share his bed, Trent isn’t sure it will ever be the right time to claim his own Omega.

Fights, misunderstandings and a lack of communication aren’t the only problems Trent and Marly face. Trent has a history that has clouded his judgment and when Marly gets attacked again, Trent realizes he could lose his mate permanently, if he doesn’t get his head out of the sand.

Warning: Contains one hot biker, a beautiful twink with a sassy mouth, and a ton of misunderstandings. Graphic m/m sex, violence and strong language.

Excerpt:
Trent had been waiting hours, freaking hours, for his mate to get home. He had pulled into the apartment block about an hour after he left the club, figuring a shower and a change of clothes was a good idea. But from the scent in the hallway outside of Marly’s apartment door, it seemed he had just missed the little man. Oh, well. Maybe his mate had gone out for food. Four hours later, Trent had to leave his post to get his own food and to take a bathroom break. But in less than thirty minutes, he was back at his post, waiting for Marly to get home. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but being awoken by a mini biker vision in black was more than Trent’s control could handle, especially when Marly smelled of so many different men. The little shit had been clubbing and while Trent wasn’t silly enough to think that Marly had been with anyone else, his wolf’s need to cover the man with his own scent was overwhelming.

Yes, he meant to talk to Marly first – get to know a little bit about the man he was about to become bonded to. Trent wasn’t some crass shifter who fucked first, and then talked after. Not with his mate at least. With most men he had enjoyed in the past it was fuck first and then fuck the talking. But Trent wanted to explain to Marly about his position in the club and what was happening there. He needed to find out about Marly’s pack status and explain his own lack of one. But then the sexy man just had to put a wiggle in his step as he walked passed him and that one little movement shattered what was left of Trent’s resolve, already weakened by his long wait. It had been so long since he had enjoyed a man in his arms, and this one was already deemed perfect for him by the Fates. He didn’t have the strength to argue with that sort of situation.

And right now? With Marly’s mouth open under his, Trent couldn’t think of one goddamn fucking reason why he had wanted to wait at all. The hint of pineapple and cream suggested his mate liked those frou-frou drinks that Trent had never tasted because they looked too girly. The lack of anyone else’s scent on Marly’s tongue meant the man had behaved himself while he was out, and Trent made sure to check, thoroughly, in every crevice and corner of Marly’s mouth.

It wasn’t only Marly’s mouth that was driving Trent insane. Marly’s slim but solid chest was rammed tight between his own and the wall, not a cigarette paper gap between them. Trent moaned as he felt Marly’s cock throbbing behind his jeans, against his own abs, and his Omega’s fingers gripping his shoulders was pure heaven. There was nothing hesitant about Marly – not the way he opened his mouth to accept Trent’s tongue, nor the way he clasped Trent’s shoulders as though the bigger man would try and get away. When Trent felt Marly wrap his lean legs around his waist, opening out that delectable denim covered ass, Trent couldn’t help running his fingers along the seam covered crack. Marly’s full body shiver and the way he pressed even closer into Trent’s chest was proof his mate was as eager for their mating as he was.

His cock threatening the construction of his zipper, Trent was on the verge of coming in his pants and that just would not do. Wrenching his lips from his mate’s enticing mouth, Trent looked down to see Marly’s bright blue eyes were now the shade of a stormy sea.

“Bedroom,” he said roughly. “Or I swear I’ll take you right here, right now.”

Marly blinked for a few moments and Trent wasn’t sure if the man was thinking about his options, or just trying to get his brain to function.

“Through there,” Marly said finally, his voice almost a whisper, pointing over Trent’s back.

Holding onto Marly tightly, unwilling to let him go for even a second, Trent spun around, spying a door set in the opposite wall. Noting it was the only door in the room, Trent figured he had to be on the right track and he covered the distance from one wall to the other in just five long strides. Thank god his little mate didn’t live in a mansion or he might have been forced to mate with the man on the stairs.

About Lisa:
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.
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Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SJ16PU6
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Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/515249

Tour Stops:
20-Apr: Parker Williams
21-Apr: Bike Book Reviews, Inked Rainbow Reads
22-Apr: Carly’s Book Reviews
23-Apr: Velvet Panic, Amanda C. Stone
24-Apr: BFD Book Blog
27-Apr: MM Good Book Reviews
28-Apr: Multitasking Mommas, Bayou Book Junkie
29-Apr: Cate Ashwood, Scattered Thoughts & Rogue Words
30-Apr: Prism Book Alliance
1-May: Molly Lolly, 3 Chicks After Dark, Love Bytes

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