Omegas Inn Love

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Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work, in whole or in part, in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher. Table of Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Epilogue Book 2 in Omegas Inn Love: Bound to His Omega Bake Sale Bachelors Season 4: Hard Candy Heartthrob About the Authors Tanner I started my restaurant after years of running a successful themed food truck in the city. A peanut butter and jelly restaurant needs to be in every town as far as I am concerned. I’ve been obsessed with the combination and all its shades since I was a boy. So I’ve moved to Oliver Creek, a small town where I thought my brand would be a hit. It is. My unique sandwich combinations have the good folks lining up. Sometimes when I’m alone at night I wish for an alpha to come home to, to hold me in his arms, but life hasn’t given me one. I already have a good life, Godric My life is routine—set—scheduled and that’s the way I like it. I work in my home office, creating masterpieces of architecture for museums all around the world. I could travel full-time if not for my limitations. On an everyday trip to the organic market, I run into an omega. He’s tall and muscular, with a smile that has me melting instantly. But when our baskets crash into each other, I reel back. His is full of the one thing I’m deathly allergic to—nuts. Not all of them, but many, and I’ve been to the ER too often to take chances. Tanner’s work revolves around a business that makes me clutch my EpiPen tighter. I don’t know if I can have him. Being with Tanner may just kill me. But he’s my true mate. Fate truly has a strange sense of humor. Allergic to His Omega is the first in the brand new Omegas Inn Love mpreg series by Lorelei M. Hart. It is a super-sweet with knotty heat mm shifter mpreg romance featuring an omega whose business is his sole focus, an alpha who is allergic to everything about that business, a cat who falls in love with the alpha as fast as his omega master does, a relationship determined to overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles, an adorable baby, and a guaranteed happily ever after. If you like your mpreg against all odds, your happily ever afters complete with a bundle of joy, and your mpreg with heart, Allergic to His Omega is the book for you. While each book in the Omegas Inn Chapter One Tanner I loved peanut butter and jelly since I was a kid. “Are you sure this combo is going to work?” Dessie held my newest concoction up in the air, inspecting it from all angles. “Taste it. It’s a sandwich, not a snow globe.” She bit into it, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Dessie was my best friend and had supported me since my restaurant was nothing but a twinkle in my food truck’s eye. “Oh my…what in the world? Go ahead. You know you want to tell me.” Making her taste things without knowing what they were was one of my favorite things to do. That way she did it without prejudice. Mostly. I rubbed my hands together. “It’s pecan butter with brie and a pomegranate jam, a drizzle of blackstrap molasses, and a sprinkle of sea salt, all on two slices of grilled-to-perfection cinnamon-swirled brioche.” While I was talking, she beelined for a glass of cold milk. Cold milk was always in the fridge, and all flavors were on the menu. We had a milk pairing for each sandwich the way most places had a wine selection for their meals. “This is a new favorite. And brie? Yeah, we need to bump the price point up on this one.” I shrugged. I didn’t care. If I had my way, I’d make my magic in the kitchen and feed anyone who wanted one as long as I made enough to stay open. But Dessie was in charge of financial operations and made those decisions. And, truth be told, it was her magic with the money that kept me in my apartment and gave me the freedom to do what I wanted. “Whatever you say.” I chuckled as she finished it off. Good thing I kept a detailed journal of my sandwiches. The timer on the convection oven dinged, and I took out a loaf of chocolate swirl sourdough. It would pair perfectly with the organic grape-and-fig jam in the fridge, along with the salted caramel almond butter I’d ground fresh that morning. Another one for the recipe book. My creative area overlooked the kitchen. I changed the menu at will so the cooks were updated on new menu options all the