Tuesday, January 3, 2017


Rise With The Sun

In my newest book, On the Brink (Cloverleah Pack #10, coming January 10th) we learn that one of the MCs, Nereus is the son of Poseidon and Abraxas who is one of the four Horses of the Sun. Even though their affair was back at the beginning of time, Abraxas still goes back to Poseidon’s domain for one day, every five years, in the hopes of seeing his children. Poseidon’s always willing to share his bed but there’s no feelings involved. Abraxas is starting to think, now Nereus has found two mates, that maybe he deserves more than one night of intimacy every five years as well….

Part One
“You’ve been edgy for a while,” Therbeeo came up and slapped Abraxas on the shoulder as he shook off the last rays from the carriage and shifted into his human form. “Isn’t it about time for you to go visiting the slut of the deep?”
“Yeah, next month.” Abraxas sighed. “But you know I don’t go down there to sleep with Sei. That just happens. His bedroom should be fitted with a revolving door. I’m hoping Nereus will speak to me this time.” Abraxas looked at his friend. “He’s mated now, you know. Two mates, both wolf shifters. The fates have been kind to him. I must remember to send them a gift basket.”
Therbeeo shook his head. “Nereus doesn’t deserve you. All this time you’ve been keeping up with his life and he can barely bring himself to say your name.”
“It freaking killed me to give him and Lasse up.” Abraxas snorted. “But I’m not worrying about that today. You’re right. I am edgy. I feel like my skin doesn’t fit. I need to…I need to…I’ve got to do something.”
“You need to get laid more than once every five years,” Therbeeo laughed. “It’s been so long people in the house are starting to think you’re pining for Poseidon.”
“That would be a stupid thing to do. Everyone knows he goes through men and women so fast he’d need a computer to keep track of the names. That’s if he cared enough to learn them in the first place.” No, Abraxas thought, my days of pining after the beautiful bastard are well over. I suffered through having two kids with him and the best he can offer me now is a cup of wine before he orders me to strip. I damn well deserve better than that.
Abraxas was pulled from his thoughts, realizing Therbeeo was still talking. “…nothing wrong with being with a mortal or shit, any paranormal for that matter. Take a leaf out of your son’s book and get yourself out there more often. Who knows, there could be a mate out there for you. It’s not likely someone’s going to come knocking at the House of the Sun door and say ‘hi, just stopped in looking to see if I might find my mate here.’”
No. Therbeeo was right on that score. No one visited the House of the Sun without permission from Helios. “It’s been a long time since I’ve walked on earth.”
“But we watch life every time we pull the chariot; we sense the changes, the mortal lives through the rays of the sun. Besides, I’ll be your guide,” Therbeeo’s arm was heavy around Abraxas’s shoulder. “You’ve got three days off; why don’t you enjoy them for a change instead of sitting around here moping after the slut of the sea.”
“I don’t mope and I told you I gave up on Sei a long freaking time ago,” Abraxas’s eyes flashed. He looked down at his normal outfit. Somehow, despite how times had changed on earth, he didn’t think a golden loin cloth and sandals were suitable attire for socializing in an evening. He remembered a man he’d spied from the sky earlier that day. He’d barely noticed the man’s features; it was his relaxed stance, the way his hair flowed back in the breeze as his motorbike raced at tremendous speeds along the open road which attracted his attention.
Abraxas scrunched his eyes, trying to remember every detail of what the man was wearing. A simple click of his fingers and he was completely clothed. “What do you think?” he asked Therbeeo who double blinked at the change. “Will I pass as normal?”
“As normal as any other six feet seven inch biker with sun-streaked hair and weird eyes. You might need sunglasses.” Abraxas remembered the mirrored pair the biker had been wearing. “Perfect and in that outfit, I know exactly where we can go to attract the best attentions.” Therbeeo changed into black pants that must have made it difficult to breathe, a tight bright green shirt and boots just like the ones Abraxas was wearing.
“All we need now is a bike, ID and some money,” Therbeeo pulled a wallet out of thin air and then looked at Abraxas, his eyebrow raised. “When was the last time you walked among the mortals? Only you’ll need a driver’s license, credit card and some of the folding stuff.”
Abraxas clicked his fingers and his own wallet appeared. “I spend a lot of time watching television,” he said. “Shall we get going? Only it will be just my luck Aethops will sprain an ankle or something and claim he can’t work. Since he met Madeleine he doesn’t want to get out of bed in the morning.”
“More like sprain his cock, but then I’d be pulling a sickie too if Madeleine was in my bed. Last one down buys the drinks,” Therbeeo yelled as he dived into a passing sunbeam. Shaking his head at Therbeeo’s exuberance, Abraxas felt a shiver of excitement as he followed his friend. It’d been far too long since he’d left the sterility and golden glow of the House of the Sun. Visits to Poseidon’s domain didn’t count. There he only wanted a chance to catch up with his sons. But this…It’s a long shot, but maybe, just maybe I will meet someone just for me.
“You leave those two hotties alone on table five; I’ll be serving them.” Jordan felt a shove to his shoulder, and he almost fell. He looked over his shoulder at Harry who was glaring at him. The glare wasn’t unusual, but Harry offering to serve people? Jordan was keen to see who’d encouraged Harry to actually do the work he was paid for.
“You’re taking care of table five, got it.” Jordan was curious and a bit miffed Harry was honing in on one of his tables, but he had a big crowd on table seven and celebrating businessmen on table four. They always tipped well. Besides, he still remembered the bruises he got the last time Harry got upset with him. He carried his tray up to the bar, got rid of the dirty glasses and placed his next order.
“Is Harry giving you some grief tonight?” Brad the bartender winked at him and Jordan felt his face heat up.
“No more than usual,” he said, unwilling to gossip. “I think he knows the guys at one of my tables and wanted to serve them himself.”
“Table five you mean? Those guys have never been in here before and they don’t look happy with the attention Harry’s giving them either.”
Jordan turned to look. His crowd on table seven were getting rowdier and he was glad it was near the end of his shift. There were two men at table five. Oh my god. Jordan almost swallowed his tongue. Dig It was a middle of the road club and served everyone from nerds to businessmen, jocks to bears and now it seemed…. “Bikers? I didn’t think they’d be Harry’s type?” He said, tearing his eyes off the gorgeous guy with the mirrored sunglasses and picking up his tray.
“They have money,” Brad said. “A huge wad of it. The only thing Harry is interested in is that, believe me. He’ll get on his knees for it if he has too.”
Jordan shrugged. He wasn’t looking for a hook up. The tips he made paid his rent and let him concentrate on his art. He kept his needs simple and that meant not responding to the numerous offers he got every night for his company. He didn’t need the distraction. He hefted his now heavier tray in his arms and smiled at Brad before making his way through the crowd.
Harry was still chatting to the men at table five. Hell, he was damn near sitting on the table. Jordan had enough time to register the men didn’t seem at all pleased with what Harry was saying, when the little shit kicked his leg out and Jordan copped a heel right beneath his balls. He buckled instinctively and the heavy tray he was carrying dumped its contents all over the man with the mirrored shades.
“Oops,” Harry said with a laugh. “Aren’t you a clumsy idiot, Jordan. Here, let me brush you off big guy.”
Abraxas was seething. How could humans cope with the constant noise, the smells and their inane chatter? Didn’t anyone care about global warming or animal extinction? There was no respect for gods – any of them, or for each other it seemed, as evidenced by their annoying waiter’s stupid flirting and sexual innuendo which wasn’t helping his mood. Abraxas knew the little dark haired sod had deliberately tripped his fellow staff member. He just didn’t know why, until the fallen waiter raised his face. Jealousy plain and simple.
It was like looking at the sun. Abraxas felt a flush run right through his body until it felt like his toes were burning the leather in his boots. He stood up, brushing Harry aside as though he was nothing more than annoying fly, kneeling before the vision of innocence.
“Are you all right,” he said, knowing his voice had dropped two octaves. “Did you get hurt? Can I help you up?” He wished he could remove his glasses but he didn’t want the little man freaking out. Poor Jordan’s face was red enough, although Abraxas thought it looked quite fetching.
“I…er…I…thank you.” Jordan held out his hand and Abraxas took it. The heat increased through his fingers and up his arm and Abraxas closed his eyes for a second as his horse reared in his head. He is yours; claim him and bring him home, Helios’s voice boomed in his mind and Abraxas’s grip on Jordan’s hand tightened.
As Jordan got to his feet, Abraxas noticed he was at least a foot shorter than him; maybe more. His hair fell in soft golden curls around his face, which glowed with a light tan. Bright blue eyes, currently looking more than a little confused shone at him under beautifully shaped eyebrows. Damn. Abraxas couldn’t have imagined anyone so perfect if he’d tried.
“Big guy, come on,” Harry tugging at his jacket caused Abraxas to drop Jordan’s hand and he felt the loss immediately. “We’ll get you to the bathroom and I’ll supervise your clean up personally. Jordan can clean up his mess and see to your friend.”
“Actually,” Abraxas said, “I would far rather help the man you deliberately tripped clean up the mess so I can take him to your doctors to make sure you didn’t injure him.” Ignoring Harry’s startled gasp, Abraxas pulled his jacket free of the waiter’s clutches and kneeled again, carefully picking up the broken glass.
“You don’t have to do this,” Jordan said softly. “You are out having fun with your friend. I have this to clean up, new drinks to serve to my table over there and then I’m finished for the night. It doesn’t matter if I’m held overtime ten minutes or so. But I’m sorry about your clothes. Can I?”
He held up a cloth and Abraxas stayed deathly still as Jordan carefully wiped the splash marks from his jacket. He could feel every touch; branding him through the leather. Their bodies were so close. He just had to lean forward and he could….
“There you go,” Jordan sat back on his heels. “I can’t do much about the jeans I’m afraid, but…oh.” A confused look flashed across his lovely face. “They’re already dry. Maybe I didn’t get you as badly as I thought.” He smiled, not much. Not a full wattage beaming smile Abraxas wanted to see, but he felt the warmth just the same and knew he didn’t want to ever be without it.
“That’s the last of the glass,” he said throwing the final bits on Jordan’s tray. “Did you say your shift finishes shortly?”
“Yeah, I’ll just make sure everyone has drinks and then I can hang up my apron.” Jordan stood and then bent over to pick up the tray. Abraxas bit his lip. Hot damn. He hurriedly sat back in his seat unsure if the jeans would contain his cock. Just as well I changed out of that loin cloth or everyone would be seeing how happy that sexy man makes me.
Jordan headed back to the bar and Therbeeo leaned over the small table. “What the fuck was all that about? You’ve turned down offers from models and celebrities for the last two days and you’re getting hot and flustered over a waiter?”
“Didn’t pick you for a snob.” Abraxas raised his beer bottle and then saw it was empty, so he put it back down on the table. He studied his friend, wondering how much to tell him. In height and build they were roughly the same, but Therbeeo was a pure blond where Abraxas’s hair was darker. His eyes could pass as human, reflecting the blue of the summer sky; Abraxas’s reflected the sun. They had been in the same herd when Helios summoned them to be part of the House of the Sun and they’d pulled the great sun chariot for longer than Abraxas could remember.
He leaned across the table and whispered, “Jordan’s my mate. Helios told me to claim him and bring him home.”
Therbeeo’s eyes widened so far Abraxas thought they’d fall out. “He…him. Oh Hades, how are you going to….” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by the other waiter Harry, who’d returned with an older, suave looking man in a suit.
“It was these gentlemen here, Marcos,” Harry said with a smug smile. “Gentlemen, I was just explaining to our manager how that klutz Jordan totally ruined your evening by throwing drinks over you.”
“I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience,” Marcos stepped forward, tugging at his cuff. “I’ll see to it your tab is paid and you can be assured Jordan will be severely reprimanded. If anything needs dry cleaning or to be replaced, I will ensure it comes out of his wages. But please, have another drink on me.”
“Your waiting staff will still appreciate a tip, of course,” Harry said quickly, flipping a wink and licking his lips. “After all, good service deserves some token of appreciation.”
Abraxas stood up, his shoulders flexing as he smoothed down his jacket. “Our drinks have already been paid for so if there’s a tab at the bar, then maybe Marcos should be looking in your pockets seeing as you’re the one who took the money. And I’m hardly going to tip a man who’s sum total of work in the last hour has been to deliver two bottles of beer and then hang around us like a rent boy when your attentions weren’t appreciated or needed. You’re a fucking nuisance.”
“And as for Jordan,” Abraxas turned to Marcos who had developed a line between his eyebrows. “This little twit deliberately kicked him, sent him flying and then tried getting his hands down my pants leaving Jordan to clean up the mess. My friend and I were both witness to the whole thing. He may not look it, but my friend’s a lawyer. We are simply waiting for Jordan to finish his shift and then we will be talking to him about suing this idiot for assault, and this establishment for not ensuring any medical needs Jordan might have were met by the owners. In fact, there’s a good chance that simpering slut you’ve got hanging on your arm will probably end up in jail before the night’s over.”
“I had absolutely no idea,” The way Marcos shook his arm free of the clinging waiter spoke volumes for Harry’s future. “I can assure you, no complaints need to be filed. If Jordan has any medical expenses I will pay for them personally and I’ll arrange for him to have a week off, fully paid of course.”
“He makes his money from the tips, you and I both know that,” Abraxas was on a mission to ensure his little mate didn’t suffer on any level. He glared at Marcos, his tight lips making the point seeing as he couldn’t remove his glasses.
“I’ll be sure to add something extra to his pay. Now if that is all gentlemen, I need to have a word with Harry. In private.”
“Keep your pants zipped while you do it,” Abraxas said crudely, “If I see that little shit in here the next time I come, I can promise you charges will be laid.”
Marcos nodded and left, dragging a hapless Harry behind him.
“I’m going to the bar,” Abraxas said. “I need to catch Jordan before he leaves.”
“How are you going to tell him, you know?” Therbeeo said quietly as they shouldered their way through the crowds.
“Haven’t got a freaking clue. But I know he’ll be mine before the sun rises. I just have to find him first.” And that could be a problem, because according to the helpful bartender, Jordan had already gone home, and no, the establishment didn’t give out personal details.
Come back January 20th for Part Two
Balance Series 1

Botis, demon lord and ruler of sixty legions is having a rough day. Lucifer set him on a quest to find the potion given to Gilgamesh thousands of years before, which should be easy enough. But being told a visit to the Angel Raziel was a necessary part of the mission wasn’t so easy to understand. Everyone knew that demons and angels didn’t mix, and angels were strictly off limits for his kind. Which was a shame because the moment Botis set eyes on the sexy Raziel his imagination ran into overdrive.
Raziel has a cruisy life. As the Angel of Secrets there aren’t many who darken his door with requests for finding strange artifacts any more, but he’s content. He has his shop, his taxi and his good friends, Anael and Uriel. Having Lucifer in his cab was the first sign things were about to change, but when Botis walks into his shop, Raziel starts to seriously reconsider his angelic abilities. No demon should be able to tempt him, so why was he affected by Botis’s sheer presence?
Soon enough, Raziel and Botis learn their meeting was no accident. With forces at work beyond their control, they have to learn to rely on each other if they are going to beat the odds stacked against them. But how is that possible when Raziel’s untouchable, and Botis doesn’t have a heart?
Warning: Graphic M/M content.
Raziel dropped his wrench through the engine, and cursed, almost hitting his head on the hood of his taxi as he stood up. He crouched and peered below the bumper. Too much to hope that it’d fallen where he could reach it. He wiggled half under the vehicle, his hand straining to reach the tool he needed.
“My, my, that is a sexy sight.” No. It couldn’t be. Ever since Anael revealed his connection to the demon the night before, Raziel had refused to discuss or think about anything remotely connected to Botis. It was the weekend; he didn’t need to open his shop or drive anywhere and he had a list of chores he’d decided to tackle after his sensuous dreams starring the demon forced him from his bed before the birds. Now the wretched man was stalking him in his garage!
Scuttling out from under the car, Raziel stood, brushing a hand through his messy hair. “This is my private space,” he said with as much firmness as he could muster. “You’ve no right being here.”
“Oh, I think I do,” Botis said, leaning on the garage doorframe, his teeth in perfect view. In contrast to his leather club look, or the suit he’d worn when he’d visited Raziel’s shop, the white muscle shirt, blue jeans and black boots were a welcome change. His long black leather coat was the only concession Botis’d made to the chilly air. “I’m sure you got the memo. Head Office has decided you and I are the penultimate match. I’ve come to claim what’s mine.”
“Not in this lifetime,” Raziel said, hefting his wrench. He was overwhelmingly conscious of his ripped jeans and t-shirt and he wouldn’t be surprised if he had grease on his face. “Anael mentioned he saw a connection between us, but I’ve put in a call to Gabriel. I’m sure this will all be sorted out soon enough.”
“But you want me,” Botis said, his smile getting wider. He tilted his sunglasses onto the top of his head, which shouldn’t look sexy but it did. As Raziel expected Botis’s eyes were black but their flames were hot, vibrant. “You don’t like it, but you want me something fierce. I’m more than happy to oblige.”
“I’m an angel, built to withstand temptation from the likes of you,” Raziel said, knowing every word Botis said was true. “I was never intended to be a demon’s casual plaything, and nothing you’ve said convinces me you want anything more. Do you deny it?”
Raziel watched as Botis went to open his mouth, probably to spout a set of lies. The sort of lies any demon would tell to achieve their objectives. But the demon never said anything. In fact, it looked as though Botis was trying to speak, but couldn’t.
“You can’t lie to me?” Suddenly the playing field was a lot more level. “You can’t, can you?” Raziel added when it seemed like Botis tried to say something else but his mouth wouldn’t work. “You were going to give me some cock-and-bull story about us being mates; wanting us to be together forever, just so you could get into my pants, but you can’t say the words.”
“No, I can’t, and that means I’ve been changed in a way that’s just not cool,” Botis snarled. “Don’t you get it? This doesn’t just impact me. We’re both more fucked than I thought we’d be. I’ve got to talk to Lucifer, but believe if I have anything to do with it; you won’t be seeing me again. There’s no way I’m giving up my life for a fuck, even with an angel as hot as you.” With one last scorching look from those mesmerizing eyes, and a flare of his leather coat Botis disappeared.
Adult Excerpt
A simple wish and he felt dampness around his ass. Perfect. He could sense Botis’s struggle; his natural inclinations warring with his desire to do no harm and Raziel wasn’t having that. If they were to be mated for all eternity, Botis needed to realize he was stronger than he looked. Taking advantage of Botis’s need and confused feelings, Raziel gripped him firmly by the biceps and rolled them both. Another thought had them centered on the bed.
“What the…?” Botis was the picture of debauchery but Raziel didn’t waste time appreciating the scenery. He had to move fast. Sitting up, he grabbed Botis’s cock and positioned it where it needed to be. One quick shove and Raziel tensed as his insides strained under the stretch.
“Raziel, no!” Botis grabbed his hips as though to pull him off, but Raziel was made of stronger stuff. Forcing the air from his lips, he felt his insides give way. Another thought and more lube eased his descent. Fuck…this is one big demon, he thought as his body fought to accommodate Botis’s length.
Botis lay like a statue beneath him, rigid, tense, his jaw clenched. “I’ll hurt you,” he muttered.
“You didn’t last time but I’m thrilled you care,” Raziel said, letting out another long breath. Yes, that’s better. His butt cheeks hit Botis’s legs and the demon groaned but didn’t move. Raziel leaned over slowly, lightly kissing Botis’s collarbone. Tension poured off Botis’s body in waves and Raziel didn’t need to be a mind reader to know his demon was imagining them in a totally different position. Hopefully one day soon, he thought as he sat up, deciding to take a more proactive approach.
Grabbing one of Botis’s hands from where they were gripped in the coverlets, he wrapped it around his cock. “Oh yes,” he said. “You hang on to that, and I’ll….” He got his legs under him and rose up a few inches, sinking back down again just as quickly. Amazing.
Botis’s cock scorched his insides. Raziel moved again and again, each rise and plunge deeper than the last. At first Botis refused to move at all; his chest heaving the only motion. Raziel closed his eyes, and leaving one hand on Botis’s chest, he used the other to tighten the grip on his cock. “Oh yeah, just like that.” Raziel knew he sounded like a B-grade porno, but a slight hitch in his angle and Botis’s cock was rubbing his prostate in a delicious fashion. He groaned, the sensations sending tingles up and down his spine. Instinctively he moved faster, wanting more of the shiver, the pressure building in his balls.
About the Author
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.
When Lisa is not writing, she is usually reading with a cup of tea always at hand. Her grown children and grandchildren sometimes try and pry her away from the computer and have found that the best way to do it, is to promise her chocolate.  Lisa will do anything for chocolate.

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  1. I loved The Viper's Heart. And I love the snippet from the new Cloverleah series.


  2. great excerpt


  3. Wow! Can't wait for part 2.


  4. Oh My! How have I not read this series?? Thank you, can't wait for the 20th.

  5. Luv the Viper's Heart and this excerpt is off the chain. Hope to see a full novel with these characters.


  6. Oh! Impatiently waiting for the 20th.

  7. Looking forward to the second part

  8. Lisa Oliver is by far my favorite author, and this is a great example of why. As always looking forward to what's next. Thank You

  9. Enjoyed that, guess I'm going to have to check out more of this author. kristinaleigh68@gmail.com

  10. Holy smokes can't wait read more about Jordan and Abrexus. Viper's nest sounds smoking hot. Lovelybunny40@gmail.com

  11. Wow what a start, thanks so much for sharing your work, looking forward to the next part. andreamoran0801@gmail.com

  12. Wow!! I love Abraxas already! And sweet Jordan, that slut Harry better be careful!LOL

  13. Oh wow off to a great start. Can't wait for part 2.


  14. Excited for part 2

  15. as always Lisa pulls you straight into the story loved it looking forward to the 20th for part 2

  16. Loved it can't wait for the next installment.


  17. Can't wait for part 2!

  18. omg! I have to get Abraxas and Jordan's story when it comes out!

  19. Enjoyed the excerpt! Love all the series but especially Stockton Wolves!

  20. Can't wait for part two.hidee25@aol.com

  21. Definitely a great start! Will have to look at this series. brandiacagle@gmail.com

  22. This is great. Thanks. :)

  23. This was awesome!! Can't wait for part 2.

  24. Wow!gonba have to go and catch up on the cloverleah pack and Viper Nest.
    Waiting on part 2 Jan 20th


  25. can't wait to read it all!


  26. Nice, I love this contest. It really gives me a chance to get to know other authors.

  27. Opps forgot to add my email address to reply above "Nice, I love this contest. It really gives me a chance to get to know other authors. jpstauff@yahoo.com

  28. OMG!!! Is it part 2 yet? Is it? Is it? sheryl1979.10@gmail.com

  29. I can't wait for January 10th for your next book and the 20th for part 2!

  30. Oh wow, can't wait for part 2... Now I have a new author to read yeahhhh!!!!

  31. Love it! Can't wait for part 2! Jmflymric7@aol.com

  32. I want it now. I loved it. Thanks

  33. Loved it. Also going to have to add balance series to my list of ones to read.

  34. Omg!!! Love this.... hope you make it a series....
    Really really hoping....!..

  35. I hope yogis series continues to do well for you, Lisa. Thanks for being a part of this blog 😊 laura.striplin@gmail.com

  36. Oh my!!! Ill be hanging by a thread by the time the 20th comes!

  37. I love this. Can't wait for more, totally got my attention

  38. Can't wait for part 2


  39. great story!! I can't wait for the next installment!!


  40. We have to wait all the way until the 20th to get the next part of the story?! Now you're just being cruel Lisa!

  41. I love your books. Neksis91@gmail.com

  42. Holy Moses! Rise With The Sun is amazing and I can't wait for part 2.
    I loved reading The Viper's Heart and looking forward to the next in the Balance series.

    j dot stonewright at gmail dot com

  43. Cant wait for the next Cloverleah installment. Love the series

  44. Wow, I have not read this series and I need to. Loved the excerpt. Great to say exactly what you think sometimes.
    debby236 at gmail dot com

  45. Love the beginning and can't wait for the rest.


  46. Sounds great! Looking forward to more!

  47. I love it. And found a new author!!!

  48. Oh yeah, goodies from Lisa Oliver coming at me....I luv it!

    Keep writing and we'll keep on reading.

    hugs from your fan,

  49. I am eating up the Cloverleah books now. I love them. Dee13m6@gmail.com

  50. Although!!!! Can't wait for part 2.

  51. Could hardly wait till the 10th now i have to wait till the 20th arrggghhhh. Hopefully he and Nerues can sort things out, i also can see poseidon getting his loin cloth in a twist as well xxx oooo cant wait xxxx

  52. Love all your books Lisa!!
    Your a Goddess

  53. Can't wait for next installment

  54. I cannot wait for the next Cloverleah book. That series is my favorite! My email is kcurt1969@aol.com.

  55. This is one of my favorite series. thanks Lisa as good as always can not wait for more

  56. Love The Vipers Heart and absolutely loved the excerpt. Can't wait for part two! I love the Cloverleah series and I really hope to see a bit of Abraxas in there to learn even more about him and his relationship with his sons. I wouldn't mind a story about Abraxas and Jordan too ;) these snippets have left me hungry! Love Lisa Oliver and her books. Dijah1094@yahoo.com

  57. Omg so good, when is it coming out?my email is laureanor33@gmail.com

  58. Absolutely love this series. Lisa never fails to deliver.

  59. Can't wait, looking forward for more.

  60. Can I read part 2 early? Like today, early? Please???? pamisaac@aol.com

  61. interesting part

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  62. Loved it!!!! Can't wait for the next book! Roxhawke@hotmail.com

  63. As always Lisa you keep us in suspense, I love this story any chance it will be a book.

  64. Impatiently waiting for the 20th.

  65. Can't wait for On the Brink (Cloverleah Pack #10) and I am loving this short.


  66. I am so glad to get a snippet of the new book. So love your books - thank you.


  67. I really liked part one ...can't wait till the 20 for part 2 ...blue_fay_wolf@yahoo.com

  68. I lived this i can't wait until part 2