HELLO FRIENDS, I HAVE A TREAT FOR YOU TODAY, I AM A STOP ON THE BLOG TOUR OF 'THE BIKER'S OMEGA' BY LISA OLIVER, AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SHARE IT WITH YOU! I HAVE MY REVIEW, BUY LINKS, AN EXCERPT, AUTHOR BIO AND SOCIAL LINKS, AND EVEN A RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY, SO LET'S GET STARTED!
THIS IS THE PERFECT QUOTE FOR TRENT AND THE THINGS HE DISCOVERS ABOUT HIMSELF IN THIS BOOK! NOW HERE IS MY REVIEW:
The Biker's Omega (Alpha and Omega Series #1) by: Lisa Oliver
reviewed by: Becky
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 club 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.
Have you ever read a book where you just fell in love with a character the first time you met them? I felt like this about sweet Marly, I just loved him for not being afraid to be who he is, and proud of it! I love Lisa's books because her characters are so well defined I always fall in love with one a book ;P!
Marly, loves his job, and life in general when he and his co-worker Michael are attacked. Marly has had it with homophobic idiots, and what makes it worse is when he finds his mate, and realizes he is part of the same gang as the guys who attack him and his friend.
Trent is Sergeant of Arms for the Epitaph's and he is used to hiding who he really is from the homophobic gang, but what will happen when he finds his mate, and finds out that it was members of his own gang that jumped him?
Trent and Marly have their share of problems to work through, but when you have chemistry as hot as they do, ( and man it is hot) misunderstandings sometimes make for fabulous make up....well you know ;)! Can Marly and Trent get past a homophobic biker gang, and a wench who wants Trent to be the next notch in her bed post, and will resort to great lengths to make that happen?
This one is a wonderful read that will have you riveted to the end, so grab it and you will be just as enthralled as I was! Thank you Lisa, for giving us a first book in a series that has me counting down the days till I get to read the second!
I JUST HAD TO DO THIS RATING IN HONOR OF TRENT! HERE ARE THE BUY LINKS:
Amazon.com
– http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00SJ16PU6
AllRomanceebooks
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https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thebiker039somega-1732848-340.html
Smashwords
- https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/515249
NOW FOR AN 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.
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.
I THINK I MENTIONED SOMETHING ABOUT THIS BOOK BEING HOT? OH YEAH NOW YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN, AND THIS IS JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG! HERE IS SOME INFO ON LISA AND HER SOCIAL LINKS!
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
here,
or email her directly at yoursintuitively@gmail.com.
Where to find the
author:
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