Monday, 5 February 2018

Passion Punched King by Lisa Oliver

Passion Punched King cover

Lisa Oliver has a new MM fantasy book out:

King Zagan, Commander of the legions of the damned and one of the higher echelon in the Underworld, never fancied a mate. Demons weren't that way inclined. But when Botis met the Archangel Raziel and their relationship actually worked, Zagan was intrigued. Of course, it wasn't as though he planned on claiming anyone, but tangling in the sheets with a forbidden angel was a vice he could and would enjoy. Or so he thought.

Anael has always considered himself the annoying younger brother of angels like Raziel. As the angel of love, passion and sexuality, he could see love connections that others couldn't. When he saw his connection with Zagan he was so excited. Not only was he part of the big "Mating Scheme" devised by Head Office, but he snagged King Zagan, the secret crush he's had for centuries. Now if only things could go right for them both.

A marriage proposal from Lady Zoltus is just the first sign of trouble for the new couple. When Lucifer sticks his nose in and detains Zagan in the Underworld, leaving Anael to roam earth alone, more secrets are uncovered. After a confrontation Anael starts to question if anything he does is right. Will these two ever find their HEA?

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Book Two of the Balance Series: This book is a continuation of the Balance series although it focuses on a new couple. It advisable to have read book one, The Viper's Heart (Raziel's and Botis's story) to gain a sense of context for this one. MM intimate experiences divulged in the pages. Suitable for adult readers only.


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Balance series – In a world where angels and demons cross the road to avoid talking to each other, what will they do when Head Office determines it’s time they started pairing up. 

Passion Punched King – Excerpt

“Anael works here,” Botis said, after giving their drink order to a slender human wearing nothing but a tiny pair of black shorts and a matching bow tie. “We often come for a drink in the evening, especially if Anael needs a lift home after his shift. But don’t mention his name – he’s known as Troy here.”
“The angel works here?” Zagan swiveled in his seat, trying to catch a glimpse of the perky blond. “He pours drinks for a living?” Not that Zagan’s human life was any better. He owned his club, but realistically he was no more than a glorified bartender.
“Not exactly,” Raziel said and as a strobe light flashed across the angel’s face, Zagan would swear the man was grinning. “Hush. You’ll see.”
Some idiot in a black leather jacket and slicked back hair was on the stage trying to rouse the audience for the next act. It was clear the man liked the sound of his own voice, but he’d lost the audience from the moment he’d opened his mouth. Zagan recognized a kindred spirit; the guy was ripping someone off, but before he could ask Botis if he noticed anything sinister the man backed off the stage and the lights went down.
Picking up his tumbler of whisky, Zagan realized there were worse places he could be. Coming back from the bathroom at the restaurant and finding Anael gone soured his mood more than he thought it would and even the scent of misery pouring from the waiter didn’t help. Usually, that was someone Zagan would jump on. There was nothing more fun than making a human feel worse by fucking him when he was down. But Zagan couldn’t summon the energy to be bothered. Damn angel.
Music blared from the speakers, cutting the crowd’s chatter like a knife. Glancing up at the stage, Zagan spat his mouthful of whiskey across the table. Botis grumbled as he wiped at his suit jacket and Raziel grabbed some napkins and dabbed at the mess on the table. But Zagan zeroed in on the stage.
Sitting under the spotlight, in little more than a tight t-shirt, ripped jeans and biker boots was an angel, and Zagan wasn’t seeing a trick of the light. Anael stood, his motion fluid as he kept his head down; his curls obscuring his face. The movements were sinful, designed to entice. Zagan would know him anywhere even though they’d only just met.
“You let him do stuff like this?” He spluttered, catching Raziel and Botis with matching amused faces. “He’s…he’s….” Zagan couldn’t get the words out. It was bad enough before but then Anael ripped down the center of his shirt and casually tossed it aside; keeping perfect time with the music. Lights caught on the tanned skin decorated with tattoos Zagan wanted to explore. It was intoxicating, enticing and Zagan was pulled in like a fish on a hook.

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