Book Five – Cloverleah Pack Series
Can be read as a standalone.
Dean Weir has finally found happiness in his position as Omega wolf of the Cloverleah pack. He has his friends, his work and his art and he has never looked for anything else. Badly abused by his ex-home pack and Alpha, Dean keeps his head down and stays out of trouble. That is, until his mate joins the pack.
Matthew Charmichael is over a hundred years old and has been a lone wolf for longer than he can remember. Joining the Cloverleah pack after he heard they were having trouble with another wolf shifter, Matthew is overjoyed to find his mate is the cute little Omega of the small pack. But Dean’s past, and the constant attacks on the pack from the mysterious Kylan, could mean that Matthew and Dean won’t get their HEA after all. Can Dean overcome his past, and embrace the powers that a claimed Omega is purported to have, or will his ex-pack kill him before he and Matthew have a chance.
Warning: This is a love story between two male wolf shifters. It includes graphic depictions of sex between men as well as some violence and coarse language. Historical abuse themes are referred to, but not described.
I really enjoyed this story. I was kind of over the kidnappings pretty quickly though. Four times in one story for the same character is a bit excessive. I loved how Matthew was gentle with Dean at first and let him lead the relationship as Dean got more confident in himself and their bond. I found the lore of the Omegas in the book very fascinating. It was very well thought out and I can tell Dean will be a huge asset to the shifter community, if not the whole paranormal community. I’m intensely curious about some things coming in the next book, or the one after that. I cannot wait to read it!
I asked Lisa to have Dean tell us more about his art. Like always, she sends an epic guest post. I truly hope you love it as much as I do! Read and enjoy!
“I know you are an artist, Dean. Can you tell me more about that perhaps?” I knew when I asked Dean, the Omega from the Cloverleah pack to come in for an interview that it was going to be difficult to get him to answer questions. Matthew, his mate, and Kane, his Alpha had already been on the phone with me twice, reminding me not to talk about anything that could upset the cute little man. While I was happy to comply, I had to get something for my readers. Art seemed to be the right topic though.
“It’s a coping mechanism, you know,” Dean said shyly. “I like seeing the beauty in life around us, and then I just want to capture it somehow.”
I nod, showing that I understand, but Dean doesn’t seem to be inclined to add anything more.
“So what medium do you work in?” I said.
“Anything,” and Dean actually gave a small laugh. Gosh, he is cute. “I work with pencils, oil paints, acrylics, water colors, even felt pens if I have run out of paint and have an idea. I also do custom work on cars and bikes, which takes another set of techniques, but it doesn’t really bother me what I am working with, so long as I can get the idea down on some sort of surface.”
“How would you classify your art?” I ask and then, when Dean looks at me blankly, I add, “You know, minimalism, realism, abstract, surreal?”
“Dean is self-taught. He doesn’t conform to any style but his own,” his mate Matthew said from his seat beside the omega.
“I just replicate what is in my head at the time,” Dean explained. “Sometimes a color catches my eye, or an idea…”
“Or a person,” Matthew said sharing a smile with Dean. I guessed that Dean had done a lot of paintings based on Matthew, given the love that seemed to flow effortlessly between the two. Of course I knew that their coming together had not been easy. I’d read the book. But seeing them now, in my office, made me wish for…
“Isn’t it difficult then, if someone has a specific idea that they are looking for? You know, for the work you do on the cars and bikes?” I said forcing my mind back to the interview.
Dean seems to think for a moment and then he smiles. “Not really, no. Kane makes sure that the clients I work with have seen my portfolio, so they can get a feel for my style of paintings. I can usually get an idea of what they are looking for then, just based on the things they say.”
“Can you tell me how you got into art in the first place?” Crap, from the way Dean’s face shut down, and the speed at which Matthew pulled the smaller man into his lap, I knew I should have kept my big mouth shut. But surprisingly Dean answered my question.
“I had been through some hard times. I didn’t like to be around people so I was on my own a lot when Kane and Griff were at work. I just picked up a pencil one day and started drawing. It’s hard to explain. I just got lost in it, you know, and before I knew it Kane and Griff had come home and were looking for a meal, and I was sitting on the floor surrounded by drawings.”
“It made me feel peaceful, it gave me a focus beyond my own shitty thoughts. Art gave me the opportunity to clear my head, and well, I haven’t stopped since.”
I nodded. I understood. I’d read the book and as the two men left my office, I was pleased that the little omega of the Cloverleah pack had found someone decent, solid and caring in his mate Matthew.
“You matter to me,” Matthew said. “One day you will share your personal horrors with me, purely and simply because eventually we won’t have any secrets from each other. You will trust that I am strong enough to handle it, and that I will comfort you when you need me to. Those things come with time.” Matthew lifted his arms, encouraging Dean’s hands to come back up to his shoulders. As though he couldn’t get enough, Dean went back to tracing Matthew’s collar bone.
Matthew swallowed a moan and forced himself to keep speaking. “But right now, in this moment, I need you to know, that to me, any scars you have are a testament to your strength and ability to survive. And you have no idea how thankful I am that you did survive and that you feel comfortable enough with me to sit here and touch me like this.”
“You make me calm, like I have found my center,” Dean explained. “I don’t know why, but when I’m around you I don’t have any fear, of anything.” He looked up and Matthew was blasted by the pure need in Dean’s eyes. “Could you, would you mind maybe kissing me again, please?”
“As often as you like,” Matthew promised as he leaned over and carefully brushed his lips over Dean’s mouth.
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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