Hoss by MariaLisa deMora

Posted October 28, 2015 by Miranda in Blog Tour, Excerpt, Giveaways, New Release, Review / 1 Comment

Hoss by MariaLisa deMoraHoss by MariaLisa deMora
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Series: Rebel Wayfarers MC #7
Also in this series: Bear, Jase, Gunny, Mica, Slate
Genres: Romance, MC, Fiction, Erotica, Contemporary
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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.

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

ARC provided by Author/Publisher for honest review.

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Shay’s Review

I just finished Hoss and I just absolutely loved it! This is a part of the Rebel Wayfarers MC series and to me this one could be read as a stand alone, but to get the full effect of the characters I believe you must read the whole series. Plus, you’d be missing out on something by far greater than what you have read in an MC series.

This particular story is Hoss, the VP of the Fort Wayne chapters. You have read him in the previous books, but this book just makes him shine. He’s so freaking sweet, but all alpha in his own way which is what I look for in a book hero. You also meet Hope and Sammy. Hope is Mercy’s half-sister and Sammy is her son. They have had a rough life and when they can’t take anymore, they leave Alabama to start a new life in Indy with her sister. They weren’t expecting much, hell when you read their story you will not blame them for thinking that. What they didn’t expect was to eventually feel they belonged somewhere.

The story is shown in multiple POV’s which is what I love about MariaLisa. She shows things we have already read, but you read them in different perspectives which brought more depth and heart to the story than what I’d initially expected. There were so many times where I was in utter happiness reading this and at times utterly heartbroken with how the story unfolded. No lies!

I was pulled in from the very beginning and I didn’t want to let go. Still don’t. That’s the one thing she does…She makes me feel lost when the story is over, but alas it will never be over for me. In my heart, I will replay scenes that captured the beauty of this story and sit rather impatiently for more!

Rebel Wayfayers forever!!!

Excerpt

From Chapter 17: I need beauty in my life

A few minutes later, he walked back to the room to find she had rolled to her back and was staring up at the ceiling. Lifting her arm, she pointed to a section of ceiling over the window. “Every few seconds there’s a rainbow reflected up there. How is that possible at night? I can’t figure out where it comes from.”
He carefully set the canvas he was carrying by the wall and lay down next to her, reaching into the space between them to capture her hand in his. “Crystals,” he said softly.
“I thought those needed sunlight to cast a rainbow.”
“I have several hanging from the rafter ends outside. Some are positioned for sunshine, so when there aren’t any clouds, the room fairly lights up with the reflections.” The rainbow flashed again and he grinned. “Some are set-up for the security lights, so I can have the rainbows even at night. When the wind blows, even at night sometimes you can catch a dozen or more flashing across the room.”
“Why would you do that? You said you didn’t bring women back to your house.”
Twisting his neck, he looked at her. Now he was the one puzzled, because visitors and beauty didn’t line up in his book. “I don’t. So?”
“Who did you do this for then?”
Turning to look back up at the ceiling, he waited for another flash before softly telling her, “Me. I need beauty in my life, need enough of it to balance out all the darkness and pain I see. This is a small thing, but it pleases me to see it before I go to sleep.”
Twisting to lay on his side facing her, he reached out his hand and swept the hair back from her face. “Like it pleases me to see you, baby.” Tracing the bridge of her nose with his fingertip, he said, “The first time I ever saw you, my initial impression was of beauty and light…endless golden beauty and brilliant light. Then you squatted down next to Sammy and pulled him into your arms, holding him so tightly, engulfing him with your love. I thought you looked like a momma chickadee on a branch, her wings out to cover her chicks and keep them from harm.”
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he reached out to the nightstand and picked up the framed picture of Hope between Mercy and Sammy from that first night. Lying back down, he held it up so they both could see it. “Then Mercy sent me this, and it reinforced those feelings. Seeing you sandwiched between them, covering both of them with your love. Momma chickadee.”
He handed her the frame and levered himself off the bed. “It took me a month, but I finally captured that essence. I called it Mama. Just Mama, because the caring and sweetness shone through, as it does with you.” Picking up the canvas from where it leaned against the wall, he turned it around and looked at the painting again, feeling a strong satisfaction in his chest from the goodness and light the work brought into the world.
Turning the picture, he wasn’t prepared for her reaction. Instead of commenting on his use of light or shading, or even the composition of the piece, after looking at the painting for several quiet moments, she burst into tears. Carelessly, he set the stretched canvas on the floor and lowered himself to the bed, pulling her into his arms. “Baby,” he crooned. “Oh, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
“Is that how you see me?” Her question was muffled, her face pressed deeply into the crook of his neck.
“Strong and beautiful, protective? Yes, baby. I see you exactly like that. Momma chickadee on a branch, daring the world to come and threaten her chick.” He stroked her hair then, twining his fingers at the back of her head, he used his hold to tilt her face up, kissing her lips softly. “Yes, baby.”

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Rating Report
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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!”

About Miranda

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