Cassie is Live!!!

Posted October 29, 2018 by Shay in New Release / 0 Comments

by MariaLisa deMora
Also in this series: Bear, Jase, Gunny, Mica, Slate
Genres: Erotica, MC
Also by this author: Bear, Jase, Gunny, Gunny, Mica
 
Title: Cassie
Series: Rebel Wayfarers MC, #12
Author: MariaLisa deMora
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: October 29, 2018

 

 
 
#neversaynever

 

 

 

 


Synopsis

After losing the woman he believed his one and only, can a man like Hoss have a second chance at true love?

Final main book in the Rebel Wayfarers MC saga.
For years, agoraphobic Cassandra Williamson has struggled to keep her world from
collapsing entirely by pushing to do things that bring her pleasure, even as they carry fear. Acquiring art is one outlet she doggedly pursues, determined
to bring compelling pieces into her life, even at the cost of nerve-racking visits to crowded gallery showings.  
A
long-time admirer of reclusive artist Isaiah Rogers, Cassie has made a point to snap up what she can of the increasingly rare pieces of artwork the
biker-turned-painter makes publicly available. Any evening spent at one of his showings becomes a longed-for escape from her ever-narrowing world. The thing
with these showings though, is to see…you must also be seen.
After organizing a meeting with the pretty, blonde art-lover Hoss found so intriguing, his emotions are stirred for the first time in years by a curiosity that feels inexplicably more. He’s been alone for such a long time, could this be his chance to find love again?
Even with many enemies defeated, life in an outlaw MC is never easy, or safe, and Hoss is forced to make a choice: His happiness, or perhaps her very life.

 

*Please note this book is part of the Rebel Wayfarers MC book series, featuring
characters from additional books in the series. If the books are read out of order, you’ll twig to spoilers for the other books, so going back to read the skipped titles won’t have the same angsty reveals. I strongly recommend you read them in order. Available now: Mica (book #1), Slate (book #2), Bear (book
#3), Jase (book #4), Gunny (book #5), Mason (book #6), Hoss (book #7), Duck
(book #8), Watcher (book #9), Bones (book #10), and Fury (book #11).

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Shays Review 💜

So, if you like her—” He glared at Hoss. “—then give it a chance, Dad. Believe in love again, take a chance. Show Faynez that love doesn’t have to be painful, that love can be good and sweet and so unbelievably beautiful. Show her what you and Mom showed me. That family means love, but a lover means a whole other level.”

Cassie is the last book in the series and I knew it would be my absolute favorite 💜

I am a big Hoss fan and was completely devastated when I read his story.   I wanted…..no I needed him to have his second chance at love and boy did MariaLisa do this justice.

I was pulled in from the get go and just loved how it gave me all the feels!  I enjoyed the secondary characters and love how MariaLisa adds them in.  Never overtaking, always giving the story more than you thought possible.

Its bittersweet. I know the series is over but these characters will always forever be in my heart.

Rebel Wayfarers for Life!


 



What Others are Saying

    “I was                                
pulled in from the get go and just loved how it gave me all the feels! I
enjoyed the secondary characters and love how MariaLisa adds them in. Never
overtaking, always giving the story more than you thought possible.”
Shay, Mommy’s A Book Whore




One of
the many reasons I love this author’s writing style is because of her ability
to make me feel everything. I never finish one of her books without feeling
like I’ve been through the wringer, having my emotions squeezed out of me…. I’m
feeling very bittersweet about this being the end of such a beautiful journey.” – Rosa, iScream Books Blog




This was
most definitely the best and saddest goodbye I have ever had to endure. I’ve
grown to love these characters so much. I will never forget their journeys to
finding love and the brotherhood that makes them the BEST MC series I have ever
enjoyed.” – Naughty Mom Story Time

 

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Excerpt
The art
lover
Cassie
Cassandra
Williamson sat on her couch and stared at the wall. Tomorrow, that empty, bare
spot would be filled with beauty. Tomorrow.
The
artist’s gallery show ended yesterday, and from past experience, she knew it
took the service two days to crate and move the sold pieces. The timing was
predictable, happening like clockwork, something she deeply appreciated.
Tomorrow she would have to open her door, allowing people she didn’t know entry
into her house. Maybe they’ll send the same delivery men. Barry and his crew. I
can hope. Scant solace in that thought. Even if she liked him, Barry would
still be invading her sanctuary. She drew a shuddering breath through her nose
and then slowly blew air back out her pursed lips. I can do this, she thought,
fists clenched tightly, pressing hard against the tense muscles in her thighs. I
can do this. Another hard-earned breath, pulling air through an ever-tightening
constriction.
She
flicked her gaze towards the door, and her heart raced faster, picking up more
as she looked back to the empty space. Then—and the conscious focus shift
allowed her to relax slightly—to the covered walls that surrounded her. Over
the past seven years, she had collected six paintings from the same local
artist. Six pieces of art which, when she looked at them, drew her out of
herself and back into memories of the world for at least an evening,
remembering the first moment she saw them. Love at first sight. She released a
humorous snort, the near brush with panic slowly ebbing away, fingers of
tension easing from around her lungs. Paintings initially glimpsed across a
crowded room, the colors and composition of the art calling out to her with
such impact that she couldn’t walk away without knowing she would take some of
that beauty with her. Each of the six provided her with a window into a world
she hardly inhabited any longer.
Not for
almost ten years.
That
thought snaked through her mind, bringing the panic back full force, freezing
her into place, eyesight dimming around the edges as she fought for control.
Cassie
had been dealing with the affliction of anxieties all her life. From the
near-normal teenage angst of obsessing over socially awkward moments up through
now, when her fears could practically paralyze her, they were always there. She
had pushed through when she could, found comfort in draping herself in soothing
rituals, and used coping strategies to smooth over the anxiety when she
couldn’t. Lately, the struggle seemed harder than ever, and it took real work
to find reasons to force herself out of the house. Cassie wanted to refuse to
bow before the demands of her anxiety, needing to experience anything, trying
to bull through dealing with even the most uncomfortable situations in an
effort to keep her world from narrowing even more than it had.
The art
shows were one way she’d determined she could draw herself out. But it couldn’t
be just any shows. God, no. The art has to be worth it. She had gained that
knowledge after dealing with horrifically public panic attacks in the middle of
more than one gallery.
Logically
she would know afterwards that not every eye had turned towards her. But, in
that moment, the weight of imagined stares could nearly bow her in half, making
it impossible to move even an inch towards the temporary reprieve and safety in
a bathroom, or the emotional failure of an exit. She’d be stuck in the center
of a room, face, by turns, burning red or pale as death, her breathing fast and
loud or drawn as tiny, short pants that invited dancing black spots of
hyperventilation along the edges of her vision, and her skin damp with sweat
that smelled like terror.
Just the
thought of a public attack raised her respiration rate and Cassie had to fight
to bring herself under control, refusing to spiral while sitting on her own
couch. I’m safe here. Safe. Safe. Safe. She held tight to a failing conviction
that felt slippery as an oiled snake. I hate being like this.
She
stared at the uncomplaining empty space on the wall, a blameless opening
patiently waiting for delivery of the piece she bought. There’d been wide-open
terrain surrounding the beautiful woman in the painting, but somehow those
vast, unfenced fields hadn’t been frightening when captured in stillness on
canvas. Ease with an expanse like that was an anomaly for her, and she looked
forward to hours of exploring the shading and pigmentation the artist used.
The
artist. Cassie let herself think of him for a moment. Isaiah Rogers,
semireclusive phenomenon and conundrum. A man who could create impossibly
beautiful art while living the life of a solitary biker, at times compared by
art critics to eccentric masters of the past. She pushed from the couch and stood,
still staring at the wall. Breathe. She attempted to pull a ritual into play as
she consciously ran the script through in her head.
Tomorrow
morning I will hear the doorbell and open the door. Nothing bad will happen.
I will
let the men in, and they will hang my new piece in place. Then they will leave.
Nothing bad will happen.
Things
will go just as they always have with the deliveries. Nothing bad will happen.
Their
job. They will do their job, and then they will leave. And, nothing bad will
happen to me. Never again.
Copyright
© 2015-2018. MariaLisa deMora. All Rights Reserved.

 

 

 

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Author Bio
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.”
A hockey fan, hiker, gamer, and single mom of a special needs son, she
embraces her inner geek and has been working in the tech field for a
publishing company for a couple decades.
Music is a driving passion, and she says, “I love music of nearly any
genre — jazz, country, rock, alt rock, metal, classical, bluegrass, rap,
hip hop … you name it, I listen to it. I can often be seen dancing
through the house in the early mornings. But I really, REALLY love live
music. My favorite thing with 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 plus!”
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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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