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Series: Rebel Wayfarers MC #7
Also in this series: Bear, Jase, Gunny, Mica, Slate
Genres: Romance, Fiction, Contemporary, MC, Erotica
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Also by this author: Bear, Jase, Gunny, Gunny, Mica
Isaiah Rogers grew up on his family farm in Alabama. Loved by his family, he’s a country boy at heart, a southern gentleman by raising.
The path to northern Indiana was twisted and long, but this sensitive man found a comfortable niche as a member of the Rebel Wayfarers, vice-president of their affluent and growing Fort Wayne chapter. Hoss, as he’s now known, retains pieces of the boy from rural Alabama, but life in the club has hardened him, driving home the message time and again that love isn’t safe.
Hope Collins also grew up in Alabama, but their histories could not be more different.
An ill-timed youthful rebellion came with long-lasting consequences. It’s then she finds she’s not an only child after all, her father holding up her half-sister’s failures as a painful lesson before closing the door of her childhood home in her face.
Hoss and Hope’s paths collide when she travels to Fort Wayne, to meet the sister she had gone most of her life without knowing about. For Hoss, from the first moment he laid eyes on Hope, the truth and beauty inside her called to him. Now he will have to find a way to win the woman’s trust and love, while navigating the dangerous currents swirling around the club.
ARC provided by Author/Publisher for honest review.
Hoss is the seventh book in the Rebel Wayfarers MC by MariaLisa deMora, while the first books can be enjoyed as a stand-alone, I feel that with Gunny things shift to a point where if you’ve not devoured the first four books you’ll want to do that before taking a ride on the back of Hoss’ bike. I know I’ve said some version of this same thing in all of my reviews, but it needs repeating — deMora has such a unique voice when it comes to MC books. There are so many out there that go to fictional extremes, you just know there isn’t any way it can be ‘real’. Don’t get me wrong, those books are an awesome escape from reality and I’m addicted to several authors who write them, but deMora writes MC in the sense that it is the lifestyle. Her characters are real and the situations aren’t glorified with extremes.
It is going to be so hard to write this review without spoilers. Probably the hardest review I’ve written in a long time. Hoss is one of the most emotionally charged books I’ve read, profound really. I was anticipating a good read, great even, deMora has yet to disappoint me in that way — what I didn’t expect was to be wrecked in the best possible way. I’ve fallen in BBF love, I’ve hated characters harder than I’ve ever hated, I’ve rooted for, cried for, cheered with, and binge read repeatedly all in the name of the Rebel Wayfarers MC series. Hoss takes all that and triples it. His story is just more. So much more.
Hope has a sister she has never met, a son she loves with every fiber of her being, and a family that abandoned her when she needed them the most. As life throws her yet another curveball she and her son, Sammy, take a leap of faith and go in search of her sister, Mercy. Thrust into a world where she is no longer alone, she struggles to allow anyone to help, always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Such a strong and beautiful heroine. I want to be her best friend, hell I want to be her sister. She’s admirable. With everything she’s been through she could easily be a hot mess, but she took life by the horns and did what she had to do.
I was a little shocked to see Sammy get his own POV, but it is a perfect addition and 100% necessary in the telling of Hope and Hoss.
“Big boys gotta watch out for our mommas and the ones we love.”
His view of their story, the eyes of a child who had seen too much in his young life, made it stronger. I wanted to scoop him up and hold him tight.
Hoss is a good man. He makes some mistakes along the way. There are moments I was ready to shake him, but he always did his best to make it right. The dedication he had to helping Hope get more sweet in her life was just awesome. He will give you all the feels.
“Such a tame f**king word for what I feel for you, Hope.”
Saying Hope and Hoss have chemistry is sort of a lame way to explain the level of holy hotness that is them. And he is a dirty, dirty talker — panty changing dirty. Then there is the sweet way they connect as a unit with Sammy. Love, love, love it.
I’ve read a ton of great books this year, Hoss though? Definitely my number one. I’ll openly admit to ugly crying, more than once. Hoss wrecked me. Five Plus hope filled stars and five wet panties for deliciously dirty talking smutty times. Hoss is an emotional journey that must be taken. A Mommy’s a Book Whore must read now.
“Let’s go meet our future.”
From Chapter 12: Running
Hoss smiled, leaning back into the couch cushions, his arm around Hope’s shoulders. Dinnertime at Jase and DeeDee’s house was wild, loud, chaotic, and entertaining. Bingo was back in the hospital, but his kids were in residence, which meant tonight there were eleven small bodies running around, aged fifteen and down. Nine, a mix of boys and girls, were Bingo’s tribe, one boy belonged to Jase and DeeDee, and one was his and Hope’s boy. His breath stuck in his chest for a moment, because he liked how that sounded in his head, ‘his and Hope’s boy.’
When they arrived for dinner, Sammy had raced up and hugged his mother then stepped back. Looking up, he stood in front of Hoss, shifting from foot to foot, staring into his face. His features twisted into something that looked like sadness as he asked, “Did you and Mom have a good day?”
Hoss had frowned, crouching down so he was on Sammy’s level when he answered, “Yeah, the best. How about you?” Tentatively, he reached out, cupping his hand around Sammy’s shoulder, asking, “Did you have fun with Jonny and Kane?” No way could Hoss miss how the boy leaned into the hold, his shoulders lowering a couple inches as he relaxed.
“Yeah, we had a great time. Coach Spence took us to the rink.” He cut his gaze up to his mother, and Hoss twisted so he could see her face, too. “He said he has a Sammy-sized opening on his league team, Mom.” That was all he said, and Hoss watched a flash of pain cross Hope’s face at his hesitation.
“I talked to him on the phone today, bud. He has this deal for friends and family”—she switched to a poor imitation of a New Jersey accent—“and he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” She grinned, and he caught Sammy’s matching smile from the corner of his eye. “I’ll sort things out with him tonight, see what kind of schedule we’re looking at, and what I can commit to for equipment, okay?”
Hoss felt more of the tension leave the kid’s muscles as he told his mother, “Yeah.” That single, soft word conveyed an understanding that if she could work it out, she would, and if she couldn’t, then the boy wouldn’t blame her, because he trusted she would always do her best. These two had a bond that seemed unshakable, having no one else to depend on for so long. In Sammy’s case, his whole life.
He was hit yet again by how alone in the world they had been, no one to have their back, no one to give a hand when they hit bottom. Only each other, ever.