Carly's Book Reviews: The Biker’s Omega by Lisa Oliver: #BonusScene #Review #Giveaway @wisecrone333

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

The Biker’s Omega by Lisa Oliver: #BonusScene #Review #Giveaway @wisecrone333

Cover Artist: Lisa Oliver

The Biker’s Omega

(Alpha and Omega, Book 1)

by Lisa Oliver

Length: 130 pages

Genres: Gay (M/M), Paranormal, Erotica, Romance

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.

Bonus Scene - The Open Road

Marly arched his back, trying to ease out the kinks out as he watched Trent talking to his friends. They were on their way to Dollywood – a surprise trip for Marly and while he loved riding with his mate, after doing six hours in the shop Marly was more than ready for some horizontal activity. He knew he should probably get off the bike and stretch his legs, but Trent was already heading in his direction and okay, he got distracted. His mate looked positively edible.

“Up for a little detour?” Trent said as he slid his long leg effortlessly over the bike. Marly just shrugged. Trent was Alpha, he would go where he wanted and Marly was happy to follow. He was nobody’s puppy, but Marly got to spend so little time with his rugged mate, that he really didn’t care where the man took him.

That didn’t stop the nerves from hitting his belly when Trent pulled into what looked like a disused industrial area about ten minutes later. Trent had slowed the big Fat Boy down and seemed to be looking for something, turning sharply and driving straight into what looked like an abandoned warehouse. The sudden silence that surrounded Marly as Trent turned off the bike did nothing to curb his nerves. Every wolf sense he had was on high alert – Marly had been in similar situations before, although admittedly not on a motorbike. It had never been a positive experience.

“Why did we stop?” He asked, because the silence was getting on his nerves.

“It’s a long way to Nashville,” Trent said enigmatically.

“Yeah, well, somehow I think your wolfy sense of direction is on the fritz,” Marly said nervously. “I’m not seeing the open road here.” He looked around, but honestly there was nothing to see. A stack of pallets lay in a broken heap in the corner of the concrete room. Large beams covered in cobwebs ran overhead and through the gloom Marly could make out some boxes piled high by a door at the other end of the room, surprisingly pristine amongst the dirt and debris. From the faint scents Marly’s nose could pick up, no one had been in the abandoned warehouse for a while.

“I needed some alone time with my mate,” and there was something in Trent’s voice that snapped Marly’s attention back to the enigmatic Alpha. Yep, he wasn’t wrong. The man was looking back at him like he was prey. Trent twisted himself around and the next thing Marly knew the big man had lifted him up and now Marly was sitting in front straddling his mate’s lap. Marly groaned as Trent rocked against him, the man taking no prisoners. Hands in his hair, mouth on his and Trent took his mouth like a starving man at a banquet, his cock hot and heavy trapped inside of his jeans. Not that Marly felt any better, his own jeans cutting off some vital circulation.

“You remembered,” Marly said when Trent finally let him come up for air.

“Haven’t been able to think about much else today,” Trent said, a grin lighting up his normally serious face. “Gonna lay you back on this tank and I’m gonna plough your ass so you will be feeling me for the rest of the trip. Sound good to you?”

“Let me get my pants off,” Marly said quickly, slipping from Trent’s arms and almost landing on his butt on the floor. As he fumbled with his boots and jeans, Marly caught sight of Trent. The man had undone his jeans and was slicking up his heavy cock with some lube. Marly was already primed and raring to go and without a moment’s hesitation he climbed back on the bike, straddling his big mate and nudging the man’s cock to where it needed to go. As he sunk down on delicious heat, Marly figured that any type of riding was good when he was with his mate, but this? It gave Marly a whole new appreciation for being out on the open road. Sooner or later you have to stop. Marly gave into the sensations bombarding his body and just rode.

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This was a fun story to read. I loved Trent's take no prisoners attitude and his mixed response to finding Marley as his mate is endearing. Marley himself is a delightful spitfire that lights up both Trent's world and the page. The bad guys don't stand a chance against this dynamic duo. THE BIKER'S OMEGA is an action packed paranormal romance with main characters that have chemistry to spare!

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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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