Thursday, February 15, 2018

Passion Punched King by Lisa Oliver - Blog Tour with Excerpt, Author Guest Post, and Giveaway

Author Name: Lisa Oliver
Publisher: Oliver Group Publications
Release Date: Friday, December 8 2017
Price: 3.99
Word Count: 47315
Cover Artist: Lisa Oliver

Genres: Paranormal, true mates, Angels and Demons
Pairings: MM
Tropes: True mates
Keywords/Categories: MM, true mates, angels and demons, balance

Series Title: Balance Series
Position (Number) in Series: Book 2
Necessary to Read Previous Books: Yes

Book Blurb:

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?

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.


Lisa is giving away a $20 Amazon gift certificate via Rafflecopter. 


“What in hell’s name are we doing here again?” Zagan asked, taking in the strip club Botis insisted they visit after a tedious meal. It was nice enough, as strip clubs went, in that it had carpet on the floor and the bar was expansive. But it really wasn’t Zagan’s type of place. “If I want another drink, I can get free ones in my own club.”
“Botis thought you’d appreciate the entertainment and besides, the seating here is more comfortable than in your establishment.” Zagan wasn’t sure he would ever get a handle on Raziel; or as he was known in the Underworld, Archangel Kickass. Apparently, the angel, complete with glowing wings, totally disbanded an orgy going on among Botis’s legions not long after they claimed each other. Zagan would’ve paid good money to see that. Among humans, the angel was aloof and carried his “fuck off” vibe with class. Zagan could see the attraction even if the angel he was interested in came in a far smaller package.
“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.
He wanted more. He wanted to see more, do more; fuck, he could watch the angel dance for hours. His cock throbbed in time to the beat and he could feel his skin heat. With his single-mindedness, Zagan could imagine Anael was dancing just for him and he couldn’t look away.
It wasn’t until Anael popped the button of his jeans and slowly lowered his zipper; his feet and hips moving all the while, that Zagan lost it. Before that, the crowd, the club, everything else was nothing more than an annoying buzz in the back of his brain. But as the crowd roared its approval, Zagan’s awareness returned and he could see the lust and avarice hovering above the audience like a toxic cloud. Leaping to his feet, he roared, “NO,” as he pushed through the crowds. His yell was loud enough to hear over the music and Anael looked up; their connection almost visible in the dim club interior.
Shock, concern. Zagan couldn’t read the other emotions flashing across Anael’s face; his view suddenly barred by two steroid filled humans with menace etched on theirs. He almost laughed. What possible harm could two humans do to a King of the Underworld? He flexed his fingers, tightening his fists. Two punches and his path to Anael would be clear.
“Don’t you dare,” Raziel hissed in his ear, his grip firm on Zagan’s biceps as Botis flanked his other side. “We’re going to walk out of here, with no harm to anyone and let Anael finish his shift.”
“No buts, Z,” Botis snarled. “You’ve got the hots for Anael, fine. But you work out your frustrations in private. He works here.”
Not for much longer, Zagan thought as he let his friend and the angel propel him towards the exit. He didn’t know where his possessive thoughts over an angel he’d just met were coming from, but his long life told him one thing. Trust his gut. He hadn’t been imagining things when he’d seen his connection to Anael and he was damned if he was going to let Anael show off his sexy body to anyone but him at least until he’d gotten to the bottom of the thread that joined them.

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Hi, I’m Lisa Oliver and I want to thank Wicked Fairies Reviews for hosting me here today. I’m here to talk about my book, Passion Punched King. This is the second book in the Balance series, featuring King Zagan who’s a demon and the Angel Anael, who’s in charge of passion, sexuality and love.

I have to admit, writing about angels and demons is slightly different to my usual MM (and MMM) stories about wolf shifters, dragons, vampires and fae. But you will find many of the same ingredients in this series as there are in my others. The true mate trope is my friend. I adore it and love to find different ways my characters can meet and solve the issues that form a barrier to their HEA. Passion Punched King is no different in that respect. In this story, King Zagan has no wish for a mate. He truly believes being tied down to one person, especially an angel will weaken him in some way.  On the other hand, Anael lives for true love and commitment. He gets weary sometimes because he doesn’t see enough of it among the humans he works with. With a cast of interesting secondary characters including Raziel and Botis from book one, and my own version of Lucifer, I do hope you enjoy their journey. Here’s a brief teaser. 

Author Bio:

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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