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Lone alpha wolf, Bronson Cunningham, dreams of finding a mate and starts to think it's possible when his best friend Asaph falls head over heels for Ronan; a sweet dancing omega. His curiosity is piqued when a strange letter lands on his desk, simply addressed "You smell like mine". That must be a shifter reference, right? But it seems the guy likes to stay in the shadows, because Bronson doesn't scent him anywhere.
Harley thinks he has every reason to hide. A savage scar on his face means his trysts are best kept to dark alleys. Watching his mate, he quickly realizes Bronson is one of the world's beautiful people. He wasn't going to be interested in a scarred tattooist from the wrong side of town.
A letter, a meeting, secrets are revealed. But is Bronson strong enough to stand by Harley's side when he faces his nemesis from the past...and will Harley let him?
Note: This book is a spin-off from Harder in Heels (Alpha and Omega #4). It can be read as standalone, but you will know more about the secondary characters if you have read the other one first.
M/M, contains intimacy between two men, coarse language and off page reference to prior abuse.
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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
Setting: USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
“What are you doing, mate of mine?” Harley muttered, making sure he was hidden in the shadows. “Could it be you’re actually looking for me? Hmm, what to do, what to do?”
“Hey, Harley, what’s up? Barely noticed you hiding in the corner.” Fuck, Sorrel and Jughead, how the hell did they get in?
“I was just leaving,” Harley grimaced at his biker friends. Thank goodness, they were human. “Not really my place, you know?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Sorrel said with a leer, looking around at the crowd. Most of the patrons had dressed up for the evening. Sorrel and Jughead stood out with their leathers and untrimmed scruff. “There’s plenty of hot totty who might be keen on taking a walk on the wild side.”
“Yeah, well I ain’t looking.” Harley put his glass on the bar. “I’m heading out. Don’t get that tattoo wet.”
READ MORE“Hey, don’t go,” Jughead moaned. “I wanted you to meet my date. She said she’d meet me here.”
“Some other time.” Harley pushed through the crowds. His mate and huge sidekick were on the other side of the room. Looking for someone fancy, Harley thought as he headed for the door. Blooming typical. Don’t know why I bother.
“Hey, you’re that tattoo artist that works over on Gordon Street, aren’t you?” Great, a friendly bouncer. But Harley made a point of never being rude to potential customers. His business couldn’t afford it.
“Yeah, that’s right, have you been in my shop?” He stopped, keeping a wary eye on his mate, who was still wandering near the stage.
“Walked past a few times,” the muscled bouncer looked cute with a blush. “I have this idea, but I can’t seem to get it down on paper.”
“You don’t need to be an artist to get a tattoo; that’s what you pay me for,” Harley smiled. Slipping his hand in his jacket he pulled out a card. “Give me a call next time you’ve got some free time. We’ll have a chat and I can do you up some drawings and see what you think.”
“Yeah?” The bouncer put the card in his pocket. “I’ll do that, yeah, that’d be great.” He leaned forward and whispered, “Does it hurt, only I’ve never had one before.”
“Depends on where you want it,” Harley patted the man’s shoulder. “You’ve got plenty of muscle, I’m sure we’ll find somewhere less painful for your first time.”
“I hear they’re addictive.”
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