Claw and Ollie

By Angelique Voisen

Can a broken cat find redemption?

Tabby shifter Ollie can charm his way into any safe and into the pants of any eligible bachelor...once upon a time. Now Ollie’s merely a shadow of his former self, terrified of facing the outside world. Ollie craves seclusion, until his heart starts longing for a mate to make him whole again.

One glimpse is all it takes for jaguar shifter Claw to know Ollie’s the one man he’s been searching for his entire life. Knowing Ollie needs time to heal, Claw’s kept his distance. When an enemy from Ollie’s past resurfaces, it's up to Claw to get his hands dirty. Claw doesn't mind, as long as he gets his reward in the end. Ollie will become his, no matter what happens.

Be Warned: m/m sex

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Feb 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781773391823

Angelique Voisen

Angelique Voisen writes LGBTQ erotic romances and likes experimenting with different sub-genres. Her stories are often set in exotic settings and may include blades, fangs, kinky magic systems, and happily-ever-afters. Visit Angelique at www.angelvoisen.blogspot.com

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Copyright© 2017 Angelique Voisen

ISBN: 978-1-77339-182-3

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Karyn White

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To my readers, I hope you enjoy Claw and Ollie’s story.

CLAW AND OLLIE

Bad Boys Need Love Too, 3

Angelique Voisen

Copyright © 2017

Prologue

Heavy footsteps thudded outside, interrupting Ollie Ross from picking the lock on the safe in front of him. Ollie froze, glancing at Jasper, fellow crew member.

Focus on the safe, Jasper hissed, nodding to his revolver. Gary and I will watch your back.

Ollie had been in the business long enough to know those words meant nothing. He distrusted Jasper and Gary even more. No thief worth his salt relied on anyone but themselves. Even his own brother had bailed out on him.

Well, fuck Orange. Who wanted to teach kindergarten when they could be living the high life?

Biting down on his lower lip, Ollie focused on the lock. A headache formed in the back of his skull. He should have remained sober, but fat chance of that happening. These days, he took anything capable of sending shifters to their happy place.

He was a train wreck waiting to happen. Part of him knew he should have listened to Orange. They might be brothers, but they were worlds apart. Ollie needed the cash though, had debts to pay. Hence, this fucked-up job with a crew who wouldn’t hesitate to double-cross him.

Ollie stared at the metal safe with undisguised hatred. He hated old-fashioned boxes like these. Who used these anymore? He pressed his ear against the metal again, turning the knob.

A click sounded from the mechanism inside. Ollie wanted to break out into a celebratory dance. Who needed Orange?

Wood splintered. He whirled, swallowing at the sight of the door breaking down, and three men in suits barged in, rifles pointed at them.

Triumph turned to ashes.

Time for Plan B, he told the others.

What Plan B? Gary demanded, hands trembling on his tiny gun.

Double fuck. Orange always made contingency plans. Ollie kind of just went with anything. Besides, why hadn’t the goons shot at them?

Drop your weapons, now! one of the muscled suits yelled in accented English. The guy was buffed, bald, and smelled like bear. A horrible rake mark marred the entire right side of his face.

Gary and Jasper instantly obeyed. Pussies. Then the speaker pulled the trigger. No sound, no nothing. The guy must have a silencer on his weapon. Flesh and bone exploded. Gary and Jasper toppled over like dolls, well dolls with missing faces.

Someone let out a shrill scream that smacked of desperation. It took Ollie a second to realize the sound came from him.

Screw this. Ollie reached for his animal and tucked away his human half. He shrank. Once he was in tabby form, he broke into a run. Screw the safe’s contents. His life mattered more. Well, not exactly true, but he’d ponder on his miserable existence later.

A gun went off.

You fucker, be careful where you point that thing. The boss wants the thief alive.

He sprinted from a clumsy suit who tried to lunge at him.

Ollie could place the accent now. Russian. Jesus. He knew he’d made plenty of enemies, screwed people on a frequent basis, but tangling with the Bratva? He was dead meat. Plus, he didn’t like the sound of being taken alive. What did these assholes want?

Seeing the opened window where Gary, Jasper, and he had entered, he jumped to the ledge, paws scratching on wood. He thought he made it, except a hand closed over his tail and yanked him away from the ledge. Panicked,