Book 2 of the Cloverleah Pack Series - The Runaway Cat
By Lisa Oliver
Genre: Paranormal Erotic M/M Romance
Book Two Cloverleah Pack Series
Can be read as a standalone
Griff Matthews knew he looked like trouble but for a wolf shifter mechanic he was fairly laid back most of the time. Pleased that his Alpha was finally settled with his new mate, Griff longs to meet the man of his dreams. Little did he know he would find it that same evening, when he was too drunk to realize that his good looking hook-up was actually his mate. Problem is when he woke up sober his bed was empty.
Derrick “Diablo” Franklin was just looking for a hook up with a like minded shifter. The sexy cat shifter was deep undercover for the FBI and although his case was coming to an end, he had hopes for his career that didn’t involve finding a mate. However after meeting Griff Diablo realized his plans might have to change.
But nothing is easy for the two men as they battle the FBI, a crime lord from Baton Rouge and a host of contenders looking to take Diablo away from Griff. And just who is Angel Bandures?
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.
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The door slammed behind them, cutting out the noise of the club below. Diablo flicked his eyes over the room, habit more than anything else. Dim lighting, huge bed, couch in the corner, no lurking bad guys and a solid lock on the door. A lot better place for a hook up than some of the places he had been. Then he looked over at Griff and saw that the man had done the same thing. Checked the place out, deemed it safe enough. Something was off, but not enough to pierce Diablo’s lust. But he couldn’t help himself.
Looking up at Griff’s handsome face he asked quietly, “What are you?” A dark look passed over Griff’s face, fading as quickly as it was there, replaced by his trademark grin.
“A wolf shifting mechanic looking to get laid. What are you?”
Hmm, okay. There was more to Griff than that, and Diablo knew it, but then Griff leaned over him, pushing his body up against the door with his chest. Leaving his hands rested on the door above Diablo’s head, Griff leaned his head down and placed his lips on Diablo’s pressing ever so gently. Diablo gasped as his cat suddenly went into a frenzy of want and he pushed his lips closer to Griff’s desperately seeking more of the same.
Still grinning, Griff pulled back and whispered against his lips, “What are you? Don’t lie now.”
Diablo’s brain was scrambled and the man in front of him had barely kissed him. His cat was going crazy and his cock was throbbing so hard he was going to come in his pants if he wasn’t careful. Fuck he wasn’t a teenager, he was twenty eight years old for goodness sake, but Diablo had never felt this alive and he wanted Griff more than anything in his life.
Panting hard and not thinking at all Diablo blurted out, “Agency…undercover…Louisiana…cat shifter…please.”
Griff chuckled as he muttered, “God you Feebs are so easy. Pleasure will get you over torture every time.”
He held Griff a moment longer and then stroked the man’s face. “Are you okay?”
“Yes lover.” Griff looked at him with his bright green eyes. “Thanks to you I am more than okay.”
“Great,” said Diablo with a grin. “So where’s that coffee you promised me? Being a wolf pup’s chew toy takes it out of a man you know.”