Lisa Oliver has a new MM paranormal shifter romance out, book six in; The Gods Made Me Do It series:
“Someone to Hold Me.”
Hades, Lord of the Underworld, has spent years searching the world for his Fated Mate. He’s watched his brother and nephews find their “light” and yet he can’t find his. On the verge of giving up hope, Hades attends his brother Poseidon’s wedding; so outside his comfort zone, but his discomfort proves worth it. Because there, at the reception, he finally sees his light.
It wasn’t that Ali was uncomfortable around wolves – he’d been a good friend of Claude’s for years. But when one of the wolves at Claude’s and Poseidon’s wedding gets verbally pushy, he feels he has no choice but to shift and find the alpha. What he doesn’t expect is to find a beautiful man with soulful eyes, holding out his hand.
After all Ali and Hades have been through in their lives, you’d think the Fates would be kind to them. But between Cerberus’s howling, Persephone’s snarking, and Ali’s family proving there is more to them than their blatant wealth, Ali and Hades have their hands full creating a life with each other. But maybe, just maybe, the Mother has a gift for them after all.
This is an MM paranormal true mates story intended for adults only. This book can be read as a stand-alone. Mpreg elements (Not the MCs, or the focus of the story)
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Special Guest Post by Lisa!
Hi Katie, thank you so much for hosting me here on your blog today. I am so excited – Hades story (Book 6 of the Gods Made Me Do It series) has been out a little while now, and the reviews have been so supportive. As a writer, I get asked all sorts of questions, so today I thought I’d take the time to answer a few for you here.
When did you know you wanted to write, and when did you discover that you were good at it? I was a reader long before I became a writer, but about thirty years ago (yes, I am older lol), I started writing non-fiction online as a way to help pay the bills when my children were growing up. Once they’d all grown I decided to do the NaNoWriMo challenge back in 2013 and the rest they say, is history. As for being good at it – I’ve improved, and that’s all I will say about that.
What do you do when you get writer’s block? If I am stuck at a particular point in a story, then I know I’ve written something wrong somewhere previously. That means I have to go back to the beginning of what I’ve written (which can sometimes be several chapters) and read through until the story stops flowing. Then I take a deep breath, select everything from that point, squeeze my eyes shut and hit the delete key. Fortunately, that doesn’t happen very often.
What do you do if you get a brilliant idea at a bad time? Oh, this can be a particularly annoying problem I have. I “see” my scenes like snippets of a movie, and usually, as I write, the movie unfolds in my head and I keep writing until the story is finished. But sometimes, because characters are sneaky like that, I will have the scene for a totally different (and as yet unwritten) story appear in my head and I have to write it down. I have a shocking memory, and if I don’t write it down then I’ll forget it. Which is why sometimes I find myself writing more than one book at a time.
Are you a full-time or part-time writer? How does that affect your writing? I have been a full-time author for coming up for six years now (next month). I love it, I really do, and I think it’s a positive thing for my writing. I am a creature of habit, so I tend to have a loosely structured routine every day of the week – read for a few hours after getting up, work on the admin side of my writing business, and then start my daily word count. By writing every day, I find the story stays fresh in my mind, helping me to finish a book roughly once a month.
Are you a plotter or a pantster? Definitely a pantser. I chose my inspirational pictures for my characters, think of an opening scene and start writing. I can often be more than halfway through a story without having any idea of how it is going end.
Do your books spring to life from a character first or an idea? Characters first – always. As I mentioned above, my first step in writing a book is picking out the inspirational pictures for my couple or ménage. I have three inspirational folders on my computer and I scroll through, looking for images that “speak” to me, print them out, and then start writing. After the opening scenes, I like to think I get a handle on that character’s personality, and the ideas flow from there. But to me, my characters are always the most important part of my story.
And finally, what encouraging words could you say to those people who don’t enjoy true mate, or fated mate stories? Personally, I believe the biggest problem readers have with true mate stories, is the super-fast way those characters fall in love. It can appear unrealistic or forced, even among paranormal characters. When I started writing in this genre, I gave it a lot of thought – about what it might be like to suddenly meet a person you knew was “special” and then be expected to slot your life together with his. Like Hades and Ali for example – at first glance they have nothing in common. Hades is the Lord of the Underworld, while Ali is a cute, work from home chipmunk shifter. How was that going to work? So, with my characters, they acknowledge they fall into insta-lust – that is the drive to claim someone. But the road to love in my stories is paved with many stones, and my stories don’t finish until that journey is over. It can sometimes take a lot of chapters. I do hope your readers will give one a try.
Thank you so much for having me here today Katie – I have had a blast answering the questions. For those of you who are familiar with my work, you’ll be thrilled that the sequel to Hades’ story is already out and yes, it’s Baby’s story. Look for “You’ll Know in Your Heart,” in your favorite e-book store. Have a wonderful day.
Cupping his hand carefully, Claude reached around his neck. Sitting on his palm was the cutest little chipmunk Hades had ever seen. He had pale gold fur, mixed with almost white on his belly and paws, and his face had two black streaks that ran from his sharp little eyes to the edge of his pointed ears. And he was pissed off. Sitting upright on his back legs, the little fellow jabbed his wee front legs around as though he was boxing, chattering nineteen to the dozen. Hades doubted anyone could understand what was being said, but they could understand the tone and it was all directed at the hapless Bart.
“Well, would you look at that,” Sei grinned reaching out a finger as it he wanted to touch. “Ali has to be the cutest little shifter I’ve ever seen.”
“Put your finger away,” Hades muttered quietly, more to himself than anyone else. “You touch him, and I’ll strip the skin from your fingers.”
But obviously he wasn’t quiet enough. “Brother?” Sei looked shocked and then a huge smile spread across his face. “You see the light at last?” Claude and the other wolves who’d all stood around wanting to be nosy, looked between them as if not sure what was going on.
Hades only had eyes for his cute little mate, who had stopped chattering and was now twitching his nose madly in Hades direction. “I’m not the greatest catch,” he said quietly, catching the little creature’s eyes, “but I’ll spend eternity doing my best to make you happy if you’ll let me.” He slowly held out his hand and waited.
Time stood still. Hades wasn’t even sure if his heart was beating anymore. The little chipmunk dropped down on all fours, looking over his shoulder at Claude who smiled, then at Bart who growled, and then back at Hades. Twitching his tail madly, he took a flying leap, landing directly on Hades’ palm. Hades quickly moved his other hand to cradle him. He didn’t want his little mate to fall off and hurt himself. But Ali showed no signs of falling. Looking up at Hades he pointed one of his front paws at Bart and started his angry chittering again.
“I know, I know. I completely understand.” Hades said, nodding, keeping an eye on the angry shifter. “This guy has upset you and he deserves to pay. I totally agree.”
“Er, bro,” Sei cast a worried look in Claude’s direction. “The wolves get upset when us godly beings interfere in pack affairs.”
“Ali’s not pack.” Hades called on his power. A voice screamed in the back of his head that this was not the right place, that he could lose his mate if the wee guy couldn’t handle who he was, but Hades wasn’t about to shirk his duty to his precious mate on the very first day. “Do you know who I am?”
The world looked different from his new perspective. In his god form, Hades’ head almost touched the ceiling – the wolves below him not even half his size. His power cloaked the room – dark, dangerous – there was not a being in existence who didn’t immediately recognize how menacing he could be, even if they didn’t know who he was.
Only Ali appeared unaffected. The tiny chipmunk looked even smaller in his huge hand, but the guy didn’t seem worried, rubbing his cheek against Hades’ thumb which Hades found rather soothing.
“I’ll say again,” Hades’ voice bellowed around the room. “Do you know who I am and who’s mate you’ve had the audacity to upset?”
“Oh, my gods,” Bart fell to his knees, blathering. “I’ve done it now. My sexy shaft is going to be the death of me. That’s who you are, isn’t it? You’re Death and you’ve come to take me away and fuck, I’m still hard. I can’t die before I orgasm, that’s just not fair.”
“Actually,” Thanatos pushed through the crowds, his mate tucked in by his side, “I’m Death and I’m not taking you today, although your god reference was highly accurate.” He looked up at Hades and winked. “The man is a simpleton, Lord; I can see his soul. He is one of the classic examples of a man being led around by his dick, but I don’t believe he meant any permanent harm to your mate.”
Hades’ heart almost stopped when Ali leaned over his finger, chittering madly at Thanatos. Tilting his head to one side, Thanatos listened and then nodded. “You are quite right, little one, that anger of his is a grave concern. Any of the Doms here know they have to respect the laws of consent. I’m sure Claude has a suitable punishment for him, though, don’t you think? You really don’t want trash like this cluttering up the Underworld.”
Ali chittered a bit more and Thanatos laughed. Hades wished he had the power to understand all languages but only Death himself had been granted that power. “You’re probably right about that too, little one. But the Fates get upset when someone takes a life unnecessarily and this man isn’t bad, he’s just misguided. I’m sure he’s going to apologize, isn’t he?” He looked back at Bart who was watching, his mouth slack.
“Apologize,” Claude growled, stepping forward when Bart stayed silent, his fist raised. “You’ve upset two gods today and Death himself, not to mention my really good friend. Say you’re sorry, or I’ll castrate you and then we won’t have to worry about your dick leading you astray again.”
“Not my dick, not my dick.” Bart doubled over, clutching the body part in question. “I’m sorry. I’ll listen. I’ll take whatever punishment you give me, but don’t kill me, please don’t kill me.”
“It seems your presence has rendered him more useless than usual,” Sei sighed, digging Hades in the thigh with his elbow. “Why don’t you take your new mate somewhere special and get to know him. You have my word Bart won’t bother you or your mate again.”
Slowly moving his arm, Hades bought his hand up to his face. His sweet little chipmunk showed no fear – even reaching out for him with his cute front paws. “Are you ready to leave?” He asked keeping his voice as low as possible which wasn’t easy in this form. Ali’s excited bobbing of his head meant his fur brushed across Hades’ cheek sending tingles throughout his whole body. Closing his eyes, Hades enjoyed the sensation for just a moment, before translocating them to his favorite earthly home. No matter how accepting Ali was proving to be, he wasn’t about to subject his mate to the cold hardness of the Underworld until he absolutely had to.
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.
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