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Tangling With Bears
Cloverleah Pack #8
Tobias tells himself he's having fun. He has a great life as a beta in the Cloverleah Pack, and while danger still threatens the pack, he has his friend's wedding to look forward to, and the pleasures that come from hookups in random places. He'd like to meet his mate, just so he's not the odd one out in the inner circle, but it's not something he's expecting anytime soon. So when a hookup just before the wedding leaves Tobias with a permanent scar, he wonders where the heck his life went wrong. Especially when the man responsible for the wicked set of tooth marks, disappeared after the deed was done, to ring a man called Kurt.
Kurt and Luke have been mated for three years. As bear shifters, Kurt has known from puberty that he will have two mates and once he'd claimed Luke, his mama warned him to be on the look out for a human female. So when Luke rings him and lets him know he might have accidentally on purpose bitten a wolf shifter, from some town they'd never heard of, Kurt heads to Cloverleah to sort out the mess.
Sorting out their mating is just one of the things the three men have to contend with. A magic user has stepped up his game and nowhere on pack lands seems safe. When Tobias gets taken, Kurt and Luke are helpless to do anything about it. It's going to take the power of the pack before life will be safe again, for any of them.
Warning: Contains scenes of M/M and M/M/M sex. It also contains a special kind of bear, his grumpy mate, and a wolf that just wants to be loved. HEA and no cheating guaranteed.
While this book can be read as standalone, you will understand more about the secondary characters in the book, if you have read the others in the series.
“I’m too sexy for my shirt…” Kurt’s ring tone. Luke could hear the tinny tune, but it seemed like the sound was coming from outside. Leaping out of the truck, he glared at the trash can, now filled with his rubbish, before tipping the thing upside down, flailing his arms through the boxes and papers. There, on the ground. Thank the Fates. Luke sank his butt to the ground, tapping madly on the screen.
“Kurt, oh my god, Kurt….”
“Little bear, is everything okay? I sensed your distress. Are you hurt? Where are you?”
Luke breathed a sigh of relief, Kurt’s deep voice making the world seem like a more manageable place again. “I’m just outside of a tiny town, Cloverleah, I think it’s called. But Kurt, I found him, at least I think it was him, because I got hard, and he felt so good, and I just wanted to rub all over his sexy body, and when he came…”
“Luke. Stop. Focus.”
Focus. Kurt was right. Luke knew he had a tendency to run on about things.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a small voice.
“I’m not angry, little bear,” and Luke could tell that he wasn’t. Kurt never got angry with him, even that time when he thought he could microwave an entire jar full of honey so it would soften, and forgot that the jar had a metal lid.
“Now start again, from the beginning. You met someone who made your cock hard?”
Luke took in a deep breath, his cock hardening again. “Yes.”
“And then what happened?”
“He was in the shower, here at the truck stop. He was fondling his pretty cock, and his body was slim but muscled and the water was just streaming down, and my cock was so hard I thought it would burst out of my pants, so I took them off, because it hurt, you know. And I don’t think he heard me, but I just had to grab him, and then…”
“Breathe little bear.” Yeah, that probably would be a good idea. Luke took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“That’s good, babe, now, I presume you got in the shower with him.”
“Yes, but I took my clothes off first.” Luke remembered that Kurt wouldn’t like the idea of him wandering around wearing wet clothes. He did tend to forget things like that sometimes, especially if the salmon were running.
“That’s good, so then what happened? You grabbed him. Did you frighten him?”
“No!” Luke stared at the phone, wishing Kurt could see his face. He never intentionally frightened anyone, except that one time, and that was the night Kurt came and saved him…
“Don’t let your mind wander.” Kurt knew him so well.
“I didn’t frighten him, he leaned on me, and he let me play with him, and his cock just fit in my hand, and he smelled so good, like honey and chocolate all melted together even with the bleach stink, and I couldn’t help myself, his ass was right there…”
“He let you have sex with him?”
“I didn’t want to do that without you there. I just rubbed on him lots, and with the water and the smell, and when his cock spurted out…”
“I get the picture, little bear and it’s all right.”
“So he must be our mate, right?” Kurt wasn’t upset with him, that was the main thing.
“You would’ve gotten sick, and you definitely wouldn’t get a hard on with anyone else but our mate – I’ve told you that before. So yes, the man is our mate. Unexpected, but there’s no other explanation.” Kurt sounded so confident and Luke sighed and smiled, even though he knew Kurt couldn’t see him. Kurt knew about so much, and he would make sure everything was okay.
Oops. “I don’t know what his name is,” Luke yelled as he leaped up, leaving the rubbish on the ground, and his truck unlocked. “I left him in the bathroom.” Shit, had he been too long, was the sexy man still there? Maybe the wolf had got upset with him. He pounded towards the bathroom and flung open the door, but of course the room was empty, nothing but a towel tossed on the floor to indicate the room had even been used.
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Hi, Lisa! Welcome to My Fiction Nook!
Please tell us about your holiday or family traditions.
I originally grew up in England so Christmas was a very traditional affair. Every year my mother would spend hours in the kitchen cooking, along with my father who was an Army chef when he was younger. Us kids would be allowed our presents as soon as we’d had breakfast, but the afternoons were always a quiet time after the main meal we’d had in the middle of the day. I remember the evenings as being the best – we’d always have fruit mince tarts with cream and that was a real treat, and one that I kept up even after we’d moved to NZ and I had a family of my one. Nowadays, we have a buffet style lunch – me, my adult kids and grandkids. It is fun and a lot noisier than my own childhood, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Also, please tell us what the holidays are like for your characters.
My men from Cloverleah haven’t had a Christmas together yet, but it will be a noisy and boisterous affair. Shawn will do the catering with his flicky fingers, and Luke, who adores Christmas, will be the one buying a mass of presents for everyone, and generally getting over excited. Vadim, the resident vampire is not going to know what to make of the scarf Luke has bought him – he really doesn’t do Christmas themed clothing.
You’re going to buy a character from your latest book a birthday present. Who is it? What do you get them and why?
I would buy Luke a puppy – a normal puppy, not a shifter one. He’s so loving, and he so desperately wants to have children to look after, so I’m hoping the puppy will keep him occupied for a while. He doesn’t get his children until the very last book of the series.
Which one of your characters is most likely to play Santa at the holidays? Which one wouldn’t be caught dead in the suit?
Shawn forced Kane to do it, because he’s the Alpha. Kane didn’t want to get caught dead in a Santa suit, but between Shawn’s insistence, Luke’s pleading and pressure from the rest of the pack, he finally agreed on the proviso that Griff promises not to laugh, or send pictures to his mother.
What is the best gift you’ve ever gotten or given? What about your characters? What would they say?
I’m too old to even begin to think of all of the gifts I’ve given or received. But I do remember my first Christmas with my last husband. Our kids were still young and we spend the whole night, Christmas eve, blowing up balloons and covering the floor with them in our living room. We hid the kids presents underneath and Christmas morning they were all bouncing about, popping balloons, trying to find their presents. The kids ranged in ages from 13 down to four years old, so as you can imagine it was a noisy and fun affair. I hate balloons with a passion, but I’ll never forget how happy they all were that day.
As for my characters, they live for their mates, and any one of them would tell you that the year they found and claimed their loved one(s), was the year they felt totally complete.
Meet 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.
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