A Touch of Spring
By Lisa Oliver
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Lone alpha wolf, Bronson Cunningham, dreams of finding a mate and starts to think it's possible when his best friend Asaph falls for the sweet omega-dancing Ronan. His curiosity is piqued when a strange letter lands on his desk, simply addressed "You smell like mine". That must be a shifter reference, right? But it seems the guy likes to stay in the shadows, because Bronson doesn't scent him anywhere.
Harley thinks he has every reason to hide. A savage scar on his face means his trysts are best kept to dark alleys. Watching his mate, he quickly realizes Bronson is one of the world's beautiful people. He wasn't going to be interested in a scarred tattooist from the wrong side of town.
A letter, a meeting, secrets are revealed. But is Bronson strong enough to stand by Harley's side when he faces his nemesis from the past...and will Harley let him?
Note: This book is a spin-off from Harder in Heels (Alpha and Omega #4). It can be read as standalone, but you will know more about the secondary characters if you have read the other one first.
M/M, contains intimacy between two men, coarse language and off page reference to prior abuse.
Lisa Oliver
HiMy name is Lisa Oliver and welcome to my Author page. After spending years writing non-fiction books, the lure of fiction and the men in my head finally had me sitting down and writing The Reluctant Wolf, an M/M paranormal erotic romance in November 2013. Since that time I have written one hundred titles including the Cloverleah Pack series, the Bound and Bonded series, Alpha and Omega series, Stockton Wolves series, The Hellhound Collar series, The Gods Made Me Do It series and many more. All of my books are M/M (or M/M/M) come with a guaranteed HEA and absolutely no cheating.I strongly believe in the power of love - and all of my books are based on the true mate trope. However, for me, insta-lust does not equal insta-love and all of my books tell of the journey my main characters need to go through to reach that state of being in love with someone special. Some of my books can be read as standalone, but in cases like the Cloverleah series you get a good idea of the back stories of secondary characters by reading the books in order.I love to hear from all of my readers so please feel free to catch up with me on Facebook, Twitter or through my blog.
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A Touch of Spring - Lisa Oliver
A Touch of Spring
A spin-off story from Dance Around the Cop, Book 2 in the Alpha and Omega Series
By Lisa Oliver
Copyright 2017 by Lisa Oliver
All Rights Reserved
Smashwords Edition
A Touch of Spring (Alpha and Omega # 2.5)
Copyright Lisa Oliver, 2017
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Cover Design by Lisa Oliver
Cover Model –courtesy of Paul Henry Serres Photography. License KL1_030
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First Edition April 2017
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A Touch of Spring is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Note from the Author
Other Books By Lisa Oliver
About the Author
Chapter One
Bronson frowned at the pile of mail on his desk and thought longingly of Beatrice; his best friend Asaph’s PA. She wouldn’t leave a mess like this. She’d have it handled in no time flat and there’d be hot coffee waiting on my desk. But, even when faced with the secret that Asaph and he could turn furry when provoked, nothing would convince the sweet lady to leave Asaph’s employ.
That pile’s not going to disappear by itself, he grumbled as he sat at his desk and flicked through the pile of envelopes. Invitations, openings, a schedule of exhibitions one of his managers sent through. Bronson put that aside; he had a few changes he wanted to make. More invitations and a couple of bills he put in his jacket to give to his accountant later. Magazines, advertising. Gods, I don’t have time for this junk; Bronson threw them in the trashcan.
Hello. What’s this?
A plain white business-sized envelope was buried at the bottom of the pile. No postage, so it’d been hand delivered. It was slim, probably didn’t hold more than a single sheet of paper. But it was the salutation on the envelope that made Bronson pause. You Smell Like Mine.
Damn Ronan’s having a joke with me; I’ll kick his ass, so help me,
Bronson muttered as he pulled out his phone. Tapping the screen, he tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for his friend to answer.
Asaph, you bastard, has Ronan been in my office again?
Hello, to you too, Bronson,
Asaph said smoothly. No, my errant mate hasn’t been in your office; he’s currently under my desk. Did you want to know what he was doing?
No, I don’t.
Bronson was pleased when Asaph finally pulled his head out of his ass and claimed his beautiful omega, but the damned man didn’t have to keep rubbing his nose in mated bliss. And I don’t need the visual.
What’s got your nose in a snit?
Asaph asked, his breathing sounding a little harsher and definitely faster. Make it quick. My mate has a wicked tongue.
It’s nothing; I’ll see you both for dinner at eight. Don’t be late.
Bronson disconnected the call and eyed the envelope as if it would bite.
You Smell Like Mine. It had to be a shifter reference; no human would address a letter that way. Bronson never wore cologne and even his bath gels were chosen for their muted scents. But there were no other shifters in Orlando – there was him and Asaph and well, now Ronan too, but they hadn’t known about him until recently. There’s another shifter in town?
Just fucking open the letter, you damned dork,
he chided himself, picking up the envelope carefully. No bumps or lumps to indicate anything dangerous. Bronson sniffed the paper but couldn’t detect any chemical smells. There was a trace of something pleasant, but it was too elusive for Bronson to determine what it was.
Ripping the edge of the envelope, he pulled out a single sheet of paper. Whoever had written it was concise and had lovely handwriting. With technology, not many people took the time to correspond in cursive anymore. Bronson read the note, shook his head and then read it again.
Dear Mr. Cunningham,
What do you hope for when you think about meeting your mate? Someone petite and sexy like the woman I saw you with on Thursday? Or maybe you don’t mind men provided they’re short and submissive like the young blond I watched you disappear into the bathrooms with on Friday night? Perhaps you’re hoping for a ménage – that couple I saw you with on Saturday at the gallery opening certainly seemed to appreciate your advances and you all looked very cozy when you huddled in the taxi together.
I have to wonder why you haven’t noticed me. Could it be your nose doesn’t work or are you so busy having a good time, you’re not ready for a mate? Or maybe, and this option shatters my heart but has to be mentioned, maybe you have noticed me and find me lacking. You wouldn’t be the first one to think that way but you could have at least told me so to my face.
I’ll keep watching; now I have scented you, I find it impossible to stay away. Maybe through watching, I’ll find the answer.
Have a nice evening, Mr. Cunningham.
Yours.
A flood of emotions swamped Bronson’s body and instinctively he reached for his phone, before pulling his hand out of his jacket. Asaph would still be busy with Ronan and Bronson wasn’t sure he was ready to share the news just yet. I have a mate,
he tested the words on his tongue. It felt good. I have a mate!
Louder this time. Bronson’s heart soared and he looked around as though this magical stranger would suddenly appear.
But of course, he was alone. All he had was the note. A note that made it quite plain his mate knew who he was and felt…what exactly? Bronson considered the carefully penned words. Disrespected? Unworthy? Beneath his notice? A strong growl rumbled in his chest. No mate should ever feel that way and Bronson felt a flush of guilt at the thought of what his mate had seen.
Yes, he did take someone home damn near every night. As an alpha wolf, he had a strong sex drive. But for Bronson, sex did more than scratch an itch. The truth of the matter was, since Asaph mated Ronan, holding someone close, even if it was only for long enough to get his rocks off, banished the loneliness he felt as a lone wolf.
Checking his office door was firmly closed; Bronson called on his wolf and brought the paper up to his nose. Ink. Fibers. Chemicals probably used in the paper making process. A light tinge of exhaust fumes as the letter had been written outside. There. He leaned on the paper to hold it steady. Bronson groaned as he rubbed the patch of paper against his nose, causing the rest of the note to flutter against his mouth. Apricots and lemongrass with the slightest tinge of wolf. Hang on a minute, that’s not a wolf. Bronson pulled the paper away from his face and stared at it, astonished.
That’s a cat shifter I smell. A big cat. How the hell did I miss someone like that?
Chapter Two
Harley glared as he saw two teenage girls simpering in his direction. Cleaning the traces of ink and blood off the finished tattoo, he slapped Sorel on the shoulder. You know this should be covered,
he said tersely, Just don’t come crying to me if you get an infection.
Straight home, quiet night, I promise.
Sorrel heaved himself off the chair and peeled a handful of hundreds off a large roll. Same time next week?
I’ll be here,
Harley sighed, slipping the money into his pocket and not bothering to watch the girls fall over themselves as Sorrel sauntered past them with a wink and a smile. He set about methodically cleaning his space, his mind already focused on the evening ahead. Unfortunately, Bobby had other ideas.
Can you squeeze in a couple of butterflies? The girls have pictures of what they want. It won’t take long.
Get Jughead to do it,
Harley didn’t bother looking up.
Bobby’s squirming caught his eye. Jughead went home an hour ago. Said he had a hot date.
They can wait for Muriel then. I’m busy.
Oh come on,
Bobby leaned closer. I know they’re supposed to make an appointment, but they’re really nervous. They’ll back out if they don’t get them now.
Are you bartering dates with our clients again?
Harley arched his brow at the pimply faced young man. The poor guy sweated all the time, had prominent teeth and even once his pimples had cleared, his face would still be pockmarked. Harley hired him for his expertise with figures – the ones on paper, not the ones standing at the door giggling at each other.
One of them gave me their phone number,
Bobby admitted in a whisper. Come on, boss. Twenty minutes tops and I’ll open up in the morning. I’ll even name our first child after you.
Harley sighed and pulled out a clean tattoo gun. "Get the