Bear Review

Posted December 1, 2014 by Rory in Blog Tour, Review / 0 Comments

Bear ReviewBear by MariaLisa deMora
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Series: Rebel Wayfarers MC #3
Also in this series: Jase, Gunny, Mica, Slate, Mason
Genres: Fiction, Romance, MC
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Rob Crew had purpose in his life. He was a devoted husband, doting father, and committed Navy man…then his life changed forever. Cast adrift, he finds friendships in the Rebel Wayfarers Motorcycle Club and fulfillment as he transitions into the role of loyal and supportive club member. He becomes Bear, a man who fills an important position in this brotherhood of bikers.
A caregiver by nature, Eddie’s chosen career focuses on helping the most vulnerable – teaching special needs children and young adults. Surrounded by loving family and friends, she is content with what she considers her full and satisfying life…until she meets Bear, an enforcer for the local MC. Even through their initial encounter is brief, she can’t make herself forget the pain in his eyes as he turned away from her.
Their lives intersect at surprising intervals, with each contact underscoring the attraction and connection they share. Can Eddie convince Bear that it is okay to move past his pain and love again?

Also by this author: Jase, Gunny, Gunny, Mica, Slate

ARC provided by Author/Publisher for honest review.

Shay’s Review

I just finished Bear and I just loved it! I’m a biker girl so of course I am all on it! This is apart of the Rebel Wayfarers Series and even though you could read this as a stand alone, I recommend reading in order to get the full effect of the characters plus you’d be missing out on an awesome series. This is Bears story. He’s the quiet one to me so you know that he has to be dealing with some shit. I never expected really what it was and I was so heart broken when I found out. I love how Marialisa went through the motions with Bear. Normally in a story you find out something tragic and it’s now a few years later. Not here. It took a lot of time and effort on this story to keep the readers interested when it was done like that and she did amazing well! Eddie has a story too and it’s sad too. I never thought things would turn out the way that they did for her but it made her a stronger charterer and that was needed for her to deal with Bear. I’m glad it turns out the way it should be. I was on pins and needles freaking the hell out not knowing what was going to happen.

I am just in awe here with the series is turning out. I love all the secondary characters and give props to MariaLisa with how she has handle them. She really has an awesome sense to her characters and to keep them the same through out. I’m just so in love. I cannot wait for more!!


Chapter 12 – Chicago
A man Rob presumed was Deke motioned him over towards a staircase. “Guest rooms are on the second floor, right at the top of the stairs. It’s got a shitter and a shower, so you’re good to go. What time are you heading out in the morning?”
Rob answered, “I dunno. When I get up, I expect. You need me out by a particular time?”
“Naw, Bear, this ain’t no fucking hotel. I’m just trying to make sure we’ll have a breakfast for you before you hit the road, man. You can fucking stay all day if you want. Bingo’s made you welcome.” Deke laughed a little.
“Hey, I have a question for you,” Rob started, and waited for Deke’s encouraging nod. “Bingo said things are going to get wild? What does that mean, exactly?”
“Drinking, fucking, dancing, drinking…probably fucking some more.” Deke shrugged. “If you aren’t interested, just come up to your room. Most of the bitches will respect a closed door. If you want company though, you can leave it open. You’ll tempt one in quick that way.”
Rob nodded, not truly understanding, but he was now positive he’d be spending the evening in this room. He was right about where he stayed; however, the noises and sounds of the unrestrained party emanating from the main room downstairs fed his dreams, filling them with dark hair and grey eyes, and he woke in the middle of the night so aroused and engorged that his cock hurt. He wondered if anyone was still around, and got up to open his door slightly, acting without wasting too much time rationalizing it.
He got back in bed, and loosely cupping the shaft of his cock in his hand, he deliberately palmed it up and then down, circling with finger and thumb around the sensitive head. Hips thrusting restlessly, pushing his cock into his hand as he tightened his fingers slightly, still holding it loosely. His eyes were closed to enhance the sensations, so the first indication he had company was when the edge of the bed dipped. He froze, opening his eyes and looking to see a pretty, naked brunette resting quietly on the mattress, sitting with her legs crossed, her pussy in dark shadow while her full breasts were on proud display.
Seeing she’d gained his attention, she reached up and cupped her bare breasts. “Bear,” she called his name and moaned as she twisted her nipples between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. His cock jumped at the sound, and his hips thrust impatiently again, his fingers now tighter around the hard length of his cock. She shifted, looking as if she was going to move towards him, and he growled out, “Stay there. Keep doing that. Keep touching yourself.” He couldn’t see her eyes, but knew they weren’t brown…or grey.
She smiled and nodded, her hands once more cupping her breasts. Molding and pressing them together, she massaged and pinched her nipples again and again, pulling them into erect peaks and drawing another low-pitched moan from her own lips. Rob’s back arched, his shoulders pressing into the mattress as he slid his hand quickly up and down his shaft. Holding tightly at the base with one hand, he slipped the fingers of his other up to the head, rapidly jacking the rim of his cock, imagining the small hands of the woman today as she’d clutched the straps of her backpack.
The brunette slid a finger into her mouth and sucked, pulling it out with an audible pop. She stroked her nipples with the wet fingertip, and he watched her areolas pebble and tighten with the stimulation. Blindly, he reached out with his left hand, scarcely spanning the space between them, his fingertips tracing the outer curve of one breast.
She made a sound in the back of her throat, using her hands to raise and lift herself into his touch. As he cupped the warmth and softness of her breast, trailing the pad of his thumb gently around the erect nipple, he groaned deep in his chest and stilled. His hand and fingers tight around his cock, shooting thick ropes of semen as he came, painting his chest and stomach with his hot come.
He felt the bed shift, and thought she was leaving, but her voice came from beside his head, humming with awe in her tone, “That was beautiful.”
He jerked to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, elbows on his thighs and head in his hands. He asked her quietly, “Can you leave, please? Shut the door?”
“Sure, baby. Want me to clean you up first?” she asked as he felt the mattress move again, hopefully confirmation of her pending departure.
“No,” he responded to her curtly.
“Okay, baby,” she replied sweetly, seemingly unflustered at his selfish behavior and tolerant of his request that she leave. He hadn’t even asked her name, hadn’t worried about her pleasure. He sat there silently until he heard the door close and latch in the frame.
“Fuucck,” he ground out between clenched teeth. He’d touched her. He’d reached his hand out and…touched another woman. Not even someone he knew, or cared about—just some random woman. What the hell was wrong with him? Surging to his feet, tense with anger at himself, he went into the attached bathroom and turned the shower on as cold as it would go. Standing in the freezing water for as long as he thought he could manage, he gritted his teeth and pushed himself to stay another five minutes, then ten—not yielding until his teeth were chattering uncontrollably and the muscles in his arms and legs were shuddering with cold.

Resting on the mattress, he tapped his still-icy fingertips against the place over his heart where the envelope would be if he were at home. His mind empty, the taps kept cadence with a heart not his own, a restless, phantom heartbeat.

About MariaLisa deMora

Raised in the south, MariaLisa learned about the magic of books at an early age. Every summer, she would spend hours in the local library, devouring books of every genre. Self-described as a book-a-holic, she says “I’ve always loved to read, but then I discovered writing, and found I adored that, too. For reading … if nothing else is available, I’ve been known to read the back of the cereal box.” She still reads voraciously, and always has a few books going in paperback, hardback, on devices, on napkins!

Oatmeal is her comfort food. She hates gardening but loves flowers; not cut arrangements, but in the wild, outside. She has a deep and abiding respect for our military. Her dad was career Air Force, and flew during the Cuban Missile Crisis, Korean Conflict and Vietnam War. Parades make her cry. Walking Dead is about the only TV she watches anymore, don’t bother her on Walking Dead night, when she’s been known to shout, “Go Team Darryl!” Yes, she’s still sad about Firefly.

She’s a hockey fan, like … a serious hockey fan. She’s loyal to the Edmonton Oilers, but asks that we don’t judge her about that. She also likes the Nashville Predators and Ottawa Senators. The local ECHL team, the Fort Wayne Komets, are a fav of hers, and she has season tickets. She’ll also generally try to hit the road games within a hundred-mile radius.

She’s a wanna-be hiker, working on a “bucket list” of hikes like Knobstone (completed in four days mid-April 2014 – whoooo!), sectioning parts of the AT (51 miles in Georgia in early-May 2014), and now and then looking west towards PCT.

She embraces her inner geek; MariaLisa has been working in the tech field for a couple decades. A sometime PC gamer, she still plays EverQuest after all these years. She says, “What can I say, I’m loyal (see above, I’m an Oilers fan LOL). Yes, I’ve heard of WoW, and have a coupla toons there, too.”

On music, she says, “I love music of nearly any kind—jazz, country, rock, alt rock, metal, classical, bluegrass, rap, gangstergrass, hip hop—you name the type, I probably listen to it. I can often be seen dancing through the house in the early mornings. But what I really, REALLY love is live music. My favorite way to experience live music is seeing bands in small, dive bars [read: small, intimate venues]. If said bar [venue] has a good selection of premium tequila, then that’s a definite plus!”

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