Harder In Heels

(Alpha and Omega 4)

by Lisa Oliver

Alpha and Omega series – book 4.  Definite standalone.

Ronan Montgomery had built himself a good life; he had friends, a small apartment to call his own, and a fantastic job as a dancer/choreographer. He still missed his mother dearly, but even though she’d been dead five years, he adhered to her number one rule – stay away from other wolves. He knew, as an Omega, that others of his kind weren’t overly friendly with those they considered weak, but as he’d never met another wolf, he didn’t feel he’d anything to worry about. That was, until he spotted two Alpha wolves at one of his performances. Who knew one brief second of eye contact could change his life forever.

Asaph Bosch was a hard man and proud of it. He’d worked his way up from nothing, building a huge international company. When a random night out threatens all he’s worked for, Asaph fights back. His mate will be a woman, or he won’t have one at all. Unfortunately, his wolf half is just as strong and just as determined as he is, and Asaph finds his life changing in ways he’d never imagined.

But life was never meant to be easy – when Asaph’s past comes back to haunt him in more ways than one, Asaph has to examine his priorities. Is his happiness rooted in the company he’s worked so hard to build, or is there more to life than money?

Warning: Contains an omega wolf who’d been raised with perfect manners, and a surly Alpha who thinks everything in life can be bought and sold. Please note this is an m/m book so the typical warnings apply.

The Alpha and Omega series is made up of completely standalone books.  None of the people featured appear in other books unless previously stated.

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“Oh my stars, look at that guy move. He’s like liquid dynamite.”

“Huh, what. Oh.” Asaph had been checking his phone, waiting for the show to start. Leticia was apparently drinking with friends and decided to text bomb him. So far everything from his fashion sense to the size of his dick had been slandered; he was trying block her wretched number. His big fingers weren’t suited to fiddling with the on-screen keypad, and he kept putting in the wrong number. He glanced up, ignoring the beep that told him he’d put the wrong number in again, and the club fell away as his eyes were caught by the vision on the small stage.

Certain he was drooling; he ran a quick hand over his chin. Asaph had never seen anyone so…so…elegant, graceful, beautiful…just wow! His wolf, not usually taken with anyone, was fucking panting and pacing inside of him; Asaph agreed with his animal half. If that was Ronan Montgomery, he was frighteningly beautiful.


The stage was completely blacked out with the exception of a single spotlight highlighting a dancer’s pole and illuminated the boards below. Asaph barely noticed the décor; it was the slinky beauty currently making the pole his bitch that snagged his undivided attention. Asaph never saw anyone move with so much grace, so much feeling…there was sensuality in every kick of his long legs, the arch of his back and his hips…Asaph discreetly shoved his thumb knuckle in his mouth to stop himself moaning out loud.

A loud bass reverberated through his feet, and every vibration hit his balls. He wiggled in his chair to relieve the pressure in his crotch, not that it did much good. Thank goodness for long table cloths or Asaph would be making a fool of himself in front of strangers; although in fairness all eyes were glued to the stage. In just five minutes Asaph realized why it was such a chore getting tickets. Men and women alike were captivated by Ronan’s dancing and nothing could be heard except the driving beat of the music. It was as though the audience was frozen, watching, adoring – totally under Ronan’s spell.

Asaph took it all in; the shaggy long hair, framing and then covering beautifully fine features. Ronan had a pert nose, slender dark eyebrows and full lips that held the hint of a smile as the man twirled, and whirled and mastered the pole. Ronan’s torso was bare, a faint sheen showing a fine set of muscles. His leather pants encased the most beautiful set of gluts Asaph had ever seen, perched above long legs that seemed to go on forever and at the end of them. My God; the man was wearing heels.

Not those little one-inch jobs women wore to the office, or the clunky platforms men favored when they wanted to look taller. These were honest to god stiletto heels, and they had to be six inches high. How in heaven’s name could anyone, man or woman, dance with such abandon and confidence in killer heels?

The music stopped and Asaph took one last look at the man who was certain to become his obsession. Ronan was doing the splits, up the pole, his back arched and his long hair hanging down, almost touching the ground. The audience that Asaph had forgotten, surged to their feet, clapping, whistling and chanting filling the air. Ronan turned his head slightly, still holding his pose, and smiled, and then suddenly the stage went black.

Fucking hell, I want him. My balls are gonna explode if I can’t have him.

“Well, wasn’t he a tall drink of yum. Fair got my balls aching,” Bronson’s voice cut through Asaph’s thoughts. “You think he’d be up to a private performance? I’m sure clubs like this encourage that sort of thing.”

“You won’t be going anywhere near him.” Asaph didn’t care if his voice was sharp; he was too busy trying to attract a waiter’s attention. He slipped his wallet out of his jacket pocket and palmed a card and a twenty-dollar bill. He held it between his raised fingers and sure enough, a young lady made her way over, a pretty smile on her face.

“I need to speak to the owner. Is he available?” Asaph lowered his tone. The flush on the girl’s face let him know he could have a bed mate for the night if he wanted – which he did. But she was the wrong person.

Adult Excerpt

Ronan’s mouth went dry and he swallowed. The look on Asaph’s face was feral, his eyes completely wolf and lust was oozed from every pore. Ronan had never seen anything as magnificent in his life. Chest heaving, a solid cock dripping in anticipation, Ronan wanted to feel that length inside of him. His body ached for the man, his mate, to take him, claim him and never let him go. His nerves were still there, skittering under his skin, but the sight of Asaph hovering, as though almost scared to take the next step, had him opening his mouth.
“Do it, I’m ready for you,” he whispered. Bright blue eyes burned into him for one long second, and then Ronan felt the push of Asaph’s cockhead against his opening. Sucking in a deep breath, he breathed it out and let his body relax. Within seconds all he could feel was the pulsation of Asaph’s length inside of him. It was as amazing as his mother haltingly promised him it would be. Ronan was glad Asaph was still holding his legs, because his whole body felt like a limp noodle; he was so overcome with the pleasure of it all. He closed his eyes, centering his thoughts on his lower half, willing his mate to move.

Breathing deeply, Ronan concentrated on the fullness inside of him. It didn’t hurt, if anything it made him feel complete, and yet Ronan hadn’t even been aware before that moment there was anything missing. But as Asaph held his position, Ronan didn’t sense a single twitch; the tension in Ronan’s body grew. When he finally couldn’t stand it any longer, his eyes flicked open and he said, “Move!” Within seconds he got everything he didn’t realize he was asking for.

Asaph was like a powerhouse above him; Ronan couldn’t see anything else; just his mate’s broad shoulders, flexing torso and fevered expression. Somewhere in the move Asaph had dropped his legs, the width of his hips holding them apart. Asaph’s lower arms were like pillars on either side of his face. Needing something to hold onto, Ronan reached up and grabbed onto Asaph’s shoulders, pulling him down. For a moment he thought he’d upset Asaph’s delicious rhythm, but if anything the man’s hips moved faster.

Every slap of skin against his ass sent shivers up Ronan’s spine. Asaph’s grunts were music to his ears, and the tension, the smells of their combined arousal was like a drug Ronan couldn’t get enough of. He pushed his back into the mattress and thrust up with his hips, trying to push Asaph harder, faster, further – he wasn’t exactly sure. But with his body humming and his wolf panting with excitement he let his body guide him. He wanted Asaph, he needed his mate, and by the heavens his man delivered.

Reviews:Judy Stone on amazon.com wrote:

The first thing I noticed was the dedication. I know it sounds like a “duh” thing to say, but this blew me out of the water. It was dedicated to those who died at the Pulse Nightclub on June 12, 2016, and listed all forty-nine individuals. Reading the list brought back the confusion and heartache I experienced when I first heard about the shootings. Thank you for remembering them, Lisa Oliver.

I was in the mood for a lightweight read and this perfect bit of fluff fit my mood to a T. Asaph, the alpha wolf, is a stubborn bonehead and insists he doesn't want a male mate. I was ready to smack him with a rolled up newspaper. Thank goodness Bronson, Asaph's best friend, wielded a metaphorical newspaper concealing a lead pipe and got Asaph's attention. Ronan is a sweetheart and his human "pack" is a hoot. Then there's the assorted mix of dastardly cretins trying to get their hands on Asaph's money.

All in all, a great book when you want to curl up with a cup of coffee and just relax.

Dbbks3 on amazon.com wrote:

bookshelves: dance-ice-skating, m-m, made-me-smile, makes-me-laugh, mc-to-love, series, shifters
Read from August 22 to 23, 2016

I am in love with Ronan. He is delightful and sassy. He is everything Asaph does not want but everything his wolf wants. Ronan is everything that Asaph does not realize he needs. It was fun watching the Alpha, Asaph, meet his mate and submit to the so-called weaker Omega.

This is a delightful story. Is it realistic? No. Do I care? No. Remember it is about shifters. I loved this story.

T. Hammond on amazon.com wrote:

Harder in Heels is the fourth book in the Alpha and Omega series by Lisa Oliver. You know there are going to be a lot of different emotions here, especially when the dedication can bring you to tears.
Ms. Oliver has the ability to pull you right in with the men from her books and this one is no exception. Ronan is an omega who was always told by his mother to avoid other wolves. Asaph is an alpha who always thought that his mate would be female. I liked how Ronan wasn't a pushover like some omega's are, he really needed that backbone when he meets and deals with Asaph.
I won't give away any spoilers but even though I really liked this book I would have loved to have had a little more in depth background on both of the MC's and Shaman Walker.
There were quite a few times than Asaph needed to be smacked upside his head and thankfully he has his best friend, Bronson, to do so. And don't even get me started on Leticia. Man, did she need a padded room.
I know that Ms. Oliver has said that this series is made up of stand alone books but I would love to read a story about Branson.
Kudos to Ms. Oliver for another wonderful read!!
P.S. I want Ronan's boot collection. LOL

About the Author

Lisa Oliver's first fiction book was The Reluctant Wolf, book one in the Cloverleah series. Since then she's written more than fifty other titles spanning a number of different series including Bound and Bonded, Stockton Wolves, Balance, The God's Made Me Do it, City Dragons, The Necromancer's Smile, and the Alpha and Omega series. A huge fan of the true mate trope, Lisa's books are all paranormal, all M/M (although a few M/M/M have crept in too) and all have an HEA.

When not writing, Lisa can be found with her nose in a book or out walking her Rotty pups. Her adult children and grandchildren have found the best way to get her off the computer is to offer her chocolate.


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