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Series: Rebel Wayfarers MC #8
Also in this series: Bear, Jase, Gunny, Mica, Slate
Genres: Romance, Fiction, Contemporary, MC, Suspense
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Also by this author: Bear, Jase, Gunny, Gunny, Mica
Reuben Nelms has worked hard all his life. First to escape the West Texas town where he grew up, then to negate the legacy of his family. One of his worst regrets was failing to protect a young woman from evil dealt by his blood brother. For years afterwards, he watched and protected her from the shadows, most comfortable in that faceless role.
Now known by his road name, Duck feels he’s finally found redemption in watching that woman blossom and grow, sheltered by her association with his brothers by choice, the Rebel Wayfarers motorcycle club. Things were settled, predictable, until a desperate call from home sets him scrambling and he is back front and center, home again in West Texas, finding himself confronted daily with reminders of his horrific family heritage.
Treading alongside the remembered fear and regret surrounding him walks a temptation, Brenda Calloway, the hometown woman he left behind. The efficient business manager of the cattle company he inherited from his father, his childhood friend is now a widow. More beautiful than ever, she’s a single parent with a secret, unaware of the power she still wields over Reuben’s heart.
Will their second chance love be able to take root and grow in the dry deserts of West Texas? Can Duck put aside the man he’s become, sloughing off the brotherhood and leaving that behind to become Reuben again, or will he be able to pick up the pieces of his teenage love and still continue his life in Chicago as a member of the Rebel Wayfarers MC?
“Everyone has three lives: a public life, a private life, and a secret life.”
– Gabriel Garcia Marquez
ARC provided by Author/Publisher for honest review.
How does she do it?
Every. Single. Time.
I keep waiting for that one character that I just don’t connect with … but it hasn’t happened. MariaLisa deMora has created a world full of strong characters. Each is completely individual from the others and likable for totally different reasons. I’ve read dozens and dozens of series. And at least seventy-five percent of the time it feels like the author is keeping it up just because it’s what the readers say they want, but you can tell the characters or storylines have stopped talking to them as passionately. deMora is eight books and a handful of novellas into this series and I have yet to find a single angle that has made me think, this is it, this is the one that will disappoint me.
It doesn’t matter that each book has a thread of the same story we’ve already read from someone else’s point of view — it’s completely different from the new angle. Seeing things from another characters stand point, from where they are in their journey and feeling the excitement, grief, or anger for their brothers makes it theirs too. This is the only series that I have not one single complaint about seeing the same scenes from a different point of view. The author is a master at giving the reader a fresh story with each character.
Something else that makes Duck’s book completely unique is that it doesn’t take place in Chicago or the Fort like the other books. Don’t get me wrong, the chapters are involved, and Duck spends some time in both places, but for the majority of the book he is in his hometown — Lamesa, TX. That brings him a whole slew of challenges, the biggest being the memories his brother left in his wake. Ray Nelms was a living nightmare and his reach was far and wide. Him seeing how far that reach really was and how his name and presence impacted the people his own blood had hurt, tore pieces from his heart and soul. Guilt is a strong beast and can taint the best of us in irreparable ways — it’s easy to lose yourself to it. It seemed that Duck would never be free of the hellish family he was born into.
Duck’s story touches on several hard subjects, I will admit I cried more than once. I didn’t ugly cry like I did with Hoss, but the level of emotion this story evoked was strong. There is so much hope and love woven throughout his tale that even during the dark moments, I just knew somehow he would make it to the other side and have something amazing waiting for him.
Bee. She is one strong woman. Soft in the right ways and hard in others. She’s no wilting flower — she’s a badass. Elias, her son, is an amazing kid. That’s something else that makes reading this series a complete joy, the children aren’t just walk on characters. They play important parts to the storyline and have their chances to shine, it’s a nice change from the norm.
“Took you with me everywhere I went, Bee. Everything I saw, I wanted to share with you.”
Duck has a second chance at loving Bee and he’s determined to make every moment count. Through twists and turns, ups and downs, their story weaves it’s way into your heart.
“So fucking beautiful. You give that to me and I’ll take it. Want it. Need it, baby. Love it. Love you.”
Five Stars for an emotionally charged storyline and Five Wet Panties for my dirty talking Duck. (Yes, he is mine. Hands off.)
Rebels for life.
**If you have not read Rebel Wayfarers MC #1-7 you will want to do so prior to reading Duck so you can fully experience his story.**
From Chapter 10: Making amends
He kissed her knuckles, bringing them to his mouth and biting lightly, keeping his fingers wrapped around her hand. When she gasped, he said, “I want you.” Using his grip to pull her close, he slipped his arm around her waist, bending her backwards as he kissed down the column of her throat.
With every touch of her skin against his, the darkness threatening to swallow him edged back a bit. All the fears and pain caused by his brother’s long-reaching actions, receding just a little more. Just by breathing, by existing, she helped him. So strong. Helped him beat back the demons that had pursued him for years. He knew, had known forever that he could never be worthy of her, of her love. But, today he would take what she offered, accepting the gift as it was meant, an statement of affection and fondness, and yes, love.
Reverently, he undressed her, skimming along her bare skin with the backs of his fingers just to see her shiver in response. He stroked across the curves to which her bra clung, watching goosebumps chase his touch until she gasped, letting her head fall back in reaction.
Unveiling her bit by bit, he took his time with each article of clothing until she stood before him nearly bare. He leaned in to kiss her, hands working at his own belt and jeans, mouth sliding and catching at hers as he discarded his clothes and knelt before her naked. Cock rigid with need, it curved upward from his groin as he ran gentle hands over her thighs. He stilled, feeling her legs tremble under his touch and he gazed up.
Cheeks flushed, tendrils of her gleaming blonde hair hung loose around her face. Her deep blue eyes were luminous and heavy-lidded with passionate anticipation. Lips parting slightly on an indrawn breath, he watched as she caught the lower one in her teeth, worrying at it for a moment. Beautiful. Honest and candid, her expression gave away everything, telling him what this meant to her.
Giving, she was still giving to him, even now, with him on his knees before her. God, he would worship her every day if she allowed it, giving back to her in all the ways he knew. My Bee.
She reached down, threading her fingers through his hair, grasping and tugging upwards gently. The touch pulled him out of his thoughts, and he smiled and shook his head, leaning forwards. Nipping gently at the tender flesh of her inner thigh, he drew another hushed gasp from her. Memories of the nights spent reliving their single encounter ripped through his mind, and in an instant he moved from quiet need to a raging desire, desperate to pleasure her.
“Gotta taste you, baby,” he said in a voice gone rough, hooking a finger underneath her panties on each side of her hips. He slid the fabric down her legs with shaking hands, letting them fall in a tumble to the floor while he nuzzled into her, drawing in a breath rich with her scent, feeling the blood pounding through his cock in response. This, he thought, this is what I need.
Licking and lapping at her, he glided his hands up between her legs, using the pads of his thumbs to hold her open for his advance. She quivered and trembled, anticipation seeming to make her knees weak. Draw it out, make it last, he thought. Slow and easy, he took his time, patiently waiting for her response to each touch, each stroke of his tongue, listening as her breathing quickened, the muscles in her legs straining and tightening. Sucking her clit between his lips, he teased and tugged at the bundle of nerves. Then added his tongue down between her lips, delicately stroking and tracing around her entrance before again focusing on her clit. He hummed deep in his throat, and felt her squirm against his face. Giving this to her, she’s giving herself to me.
His Little Bee was like honey and expensive wine on his tongue. Dark and rich. Uniquely delicious. I could have this in my bed every night, and with that thought…in that single moment, his life’s path altered.
The shift was nearly physical as things changed, twisting in space…his mind transforming dreams into possibilities.