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You’ll Know in Your Heart

by Lisa Oliver

You'll Know In Your Heart
The Gods Made Me Do It, book 7 (Can be read as standalone).

Baby, youngest son of Poseidon had started to avoid going anywhere near his family. Between love-struck mates, and tiny children, more and more he was starting to feel as if he just didn't fit. Anywhere. Abandoned by one father at birth, and pretty much ignored by the other, Baby roamed the world, looking for some kind of acceptance, but all he could find was hook ups. And there were plenty of those. Being the son of Himeros, the god of desire as well, wasn't all it was cracked up to be. But none of the people he saw for brief moments touched his heart, and most of them never wanted him to stay longer than an hour or two at most.

Owen was known by many names, but the one title he'd spent a long time avoiding was that of "Baby's mate". Having known who his mate was from Baby's birth, Owen had stayed hidden away from life, content to watch his mate through his Oracle stone, until more than a thousand years had past. When the destructive behavior he believed Baby was falling into got worse, Owen knew it was time to step in. Baby needed a fixer, and the Fates had given Owen the job.

But Baby didn't want to be fixed. In fact, he resented the very idea, which meant Owen needed to make a few attitude adjustments. As the two men bumbled along, struggling to find common ground with each other long enough to make a mating work, they weren't getting any support from Poseidon, Claude or Himeros. When Baby gets another shock, he seriously starts to think hiding in an isolated cave somewhere was a good idea. The question is - will he take Owen with him?

Unlike my other stories, this book has little or no outside angst factors. Readers familiar with Baby's story, as mentioned in earlier books in the series, will know this sweet man has more than enough conflict in his own head, without introducing more. Quite simply, this story is Baby and Owen's journey towards true love and family. You don't need to read the other books in this series to enjoy this one, but it will help with your appreciation of secondary characters.

This is an MM MPREG story with some graphic scenes intended for readers over the age of consent in the country you reside in. Please store your ebooks responsibly.

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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates, Mpreg
Setting: USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters

This is my fault. Owen accepted his shortcomings, stemming as they did from his arrogance, his longing to keep hold of his solitary and orderly life just one year longer – a feeling he’d had since Baby reached the age of consent. But one year turned into two, then into five, and now a thousand years later, Owen couldn’t shirk what he’d done. The broken mess on the porch was his responsibility and it was him that was going to have to fix it. And fast.

With his senses so finely tuned to the life around him, Owen picked his way up to the house, his feet landing softly so as not to disturb his sleeping mate. But as he approached the stairs, Baby stirred, his eyes flying open, he was looking right at him. Baby’s hair was mussed, his mouth open in shock. But he recovered quickly, jumping to his feet, planting his hands on his hips.


“Who… Who the hell are you? This is my brother’s house. No one has the right to be on this property except me. Artemas promised me.”

My mate is scared. Owen could sense it, just as he could sense the moment life left a cricket that had wandered too close to a hedgehog.  He held his hands wide, away from his body, showing he meant no harm.

“My name is Owen. I came looking for you, because I wanted to talk to you.” Keeping his voice calm was difficult. Baby’s aura was startlingly bright, as if charged with electricity, and changing colors from one second to the next.

“You want to talk to me?” Baby hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants. “That’s a new one. Fine. Talk. Tell me why you saw fit to bring your own light show.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand what you mean by light show.” Owen stepped closer, but Baby’s aura flickered wildly, and he stopped. “I had hoped to sit on the edge of the porch so we could talk.”

“I’ve had a million men want to so-called talk to me, and the moment they get within touching distance, they don’t do anything with their mouths but give orders, or they’re using those same mouths to slobber all over me. I didn’t come onto you. I purposefully stayed here so no one could talk to me. But it’s fine. If you want to talk, we can talk but keep your distance.”

Oh, my poor mate. Owen clicked for his chair. He sat gingerly, not entirely sure that the four legs were squared on the uneven ground. But the chair didn’t topple over which was a positive.

“You’re a god,” Baby said bluntly.

“I am.” Owen never hid who he was from other gods.

“Not one I’ve seen before, so I’m guessing not Greek, Roman, Norse, or Egyptian. Owen is not a godly name I can recognize.”

“My true name is…” Owen’s mouth moved in the ancient forgotten language of his people, the syllables rolling off his tongue and weaving through the air.

“Wow. I can see why people call you Owen. So, you are…?”

“Very, very old. Beyond ancient.”

“With short bright white hair that glows under the freaky light you brought with you. Okay.” Baby sounded skeptical, but at least he wasn’t zapping away. In fact, his aura seemed to settle, and he moved so he was sitting cross legged on the porch. “What did you want to talk about?”


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.