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Series: Rebel Wayfarers MC #4
Also in this series: Bear, Gunny, Mica, Slate, Mason
Genres: Romance, MC, Fiction
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Also by this author: Bear, Gunny, Gunny, Mica, Slate
Meet Jase Spencer.
He’s just your everyday kinda guy, a hard-
partying, hard-living professional hockey player. Nothin’ special.
Good-looking and ripped, the man has moves, on and off the ice. But, he’s also jaded and alone, and tired of living out of suitcases.
For as long as he can remember, hockey has ruled his life. He’s chased pucks across more than a dozen countries, and had his pick of women in any town he visits.
Then he met HER. And now, he’s about to turn his life upside down because of HER. Because he can’t get the one night of passion he shared with a smokin’ hot biker babe out of his head. Unfortunately, DeeDee wasn’t interested in anything long term, and she’s gone before he’s ready.
Life becomes complicated and difficult when Jase is traded to another team, and as he tries to settle in his new hometown, everything seems to conspire against him, determined to go wrong.
Dancing around their mutual attraction, one day he and DeeDee find themselves face-to-face and body-to-body, but will they be able to set aside their past pain and focus on the future they could make together? Can he make her reconsider her relationship fears and trust him?
Jase is on a mission to show her what they have together is worth fighting for, to convince her to take a chance on him. His attempts will bring him squarely into the path of a motorcycle club, earning him the attention of Mason, president of the Rebel Wayfarers MC.
Jase says, “Bring it on.”
You miss 100% of the shots you never take. – Wayne Gretzky
ARC provided by Author/Publisher for honest review.
Jase is the fourth book in the Rebel Wayfarers MC series by MariaLisa deMora. These books can all be read as stand-alone novels, but are all incredible stories so I would suggest reading them all in order. This series is definitely not what is expected with typical MC books — we expect bad men who do bad things and treat women badly… they are famous for the men you hate to love. deMora broke out of that pigeonhole and found her own way by creating a world that has ‘real’ people, emotions, reactions, and scenarios.
I can imagine that this world is closer to how a real MC is verses the dozens of other books that are out there. And for that, I commend deMora for breaking out. It’s obvious that she did a ton of research in getting even the smallest details right. Not only that, but there is a real passion behind her words that pulls you right into the middle of the story. As you read … you live the character’s lives. You hurt when they hurt, love as they love, and fight down to the very marrow of your bones right alongside them.
“Fate’s a fickle mistress, Jase. Let the bitch have her secrets or she gets pissed off. If I’ve learned one thing, it’s that we just have to take what she gives us; the happy is entirely up to us. I could never be glad I lost my husband and daughter, but now I can’t imagine my life without you.”
DeeDee is Rebel family. Her old man was a patched member of the Rebel’s and when he died the club stepped up and took care of her. Lord, this woman. My heart ached for her throughout the entire book even when she exasperated me half to death. She’s a heroine you’ll root for and want to throttle when she flounders. Just like any woman she doubts herself and after years of seeing things one way, it’s hard to change that mindset. I may have cried a time or two — it’s almost impossible not to sympathize with her and I believe a lot of readers are going to find a bit of themselves wrapped into her personality which just drags you deeper into the story.
“You are a vixen,” he accused with a smile, pushing one knee between her thighs, forcing her legs open so he could slip between them, pressing pelvis to pelvis. “Distracting me again, this is my workplace, woman. Let me work.”
Jase. Have you seen the cover? I had that picture in my head the entire time I was reading and let me tell you, it was a joyful thing. (Much respect to the cover model — I don’t mean to make you a piece of meat, but dang man you are fine.)
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, Jase. He is a hockey player. A kick-butt and take names amazing hockey player. Not only that, but he is nice. He isn’t a pig like a lot of athletes or book boyfriends are … no you will love him and you won’t feel bad about it one tiny ounce. He’s the BBF that you actually wish was real because he’d be a perfect man for just about every woman out there. His pursuit of DeeDee is panty melting and the chemistry between them burns up the sheets.
“Baby,” he said softly, “in the moment is all we have. It’s all we’ll ever have. We go moment to moment, in love, out of love, together, apart…
it’s all in the moment….”
Jase (Rebel Wayfarers MC #4) is one of the most beautifully written romance novels I have read this year. It is so much more than I expected and it will stay with me for a long time to come. Somehow deMora found a perfect balance for a sports romance and MC romance without making one overpower the other while at the same time finding the right angsty romance to fulfilling romance ratio. Five brilliant stars for Rebel Wayfarers MC #4 and four drenched panties for Jase. eh?
**I would also like to note that I binge read this book — I literally couldn’t put it down and sent the author a love/hate message blaming her for being most of the night devouring her words. So worth it.**
Copyright MariaLisa deMora 2015
From chapter 17, You let me keep you
She pressed her forehead against his, eyes closed, breathing hard. Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol played in the background, the words echoing her feelings; she could definitely spend all her days like this, lying in his arms. “Jase, baby, I love you,” she whispered, glorying in how his arms tightened possessively around her in response.
“That’s just the sexing talking, isn’t it?” he joked, out of breath himself. “I’ll admit it was good sexing, the best. Superlative sexing. I totally loved it, too. Best sexing of my life, totally enough to get you to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, eh?”
She shook her head, laughing. “You know, you could give me a complex, mister. If I were a less secure person, less confident of your love, saying things like that to me could make me nervous. It’s a good thing I know what love looks like, and it’s lying right here in bed on top of me.” She tipped her chin up, kissing his lips, and then tightened her legs around his hips as he made to shift off her. “No, don’t move. Don’t leave me. That wasn’t me complaining. Not a complaint at all, I love being this close to you. Don’t leave me.”
His head dropped forward as he rubbed his cheek against hers, lips nibbling on her earlobe. He shifted, moving one arm so he could cup the back of her head. Using that grip to tip her head backwards, he slowly kissed down her neck. He left behind a trail of tongue touches and lip presses that burned her skin with arousal even now, after he had just taken her with wild abandon. He whispered, “I’m not leaving you ever, DeeDee.”
Her hips tilted in response, back arching as she felt his cock hardening inside her again, and she found his passion for her still had the capacity to amaze. “I love you. Mon amour, ma belle. Je t’aime, DeeDee. So much, baby.” His mouth moved across the skin of her shoulder. “So much. My life. My lover. Mine.”
His body bowed as he shifted to one elbow, cupping her breast with his hand, lifting it to his mouth. She drew in a short breath, panting as his lips and tongue worked and rolled her nipple, his long fingers kneading the flesh. She took another inhalation as the sharp sting of his teeth registered, followed quickly by the comforting warmth of his tongue sliding across the puckered peak.
Rolling his hips, he pressed his length deeper inside her, grinding his pelvis against her clit, dragging a low moan from her lips. Pressing his upper body up and away from her, propped on one elbow, he used his free hand to cup her face, thumb dragging across her lips. Her eyelids slipped open partway and she watched his face as his gaze moved from her eyes down their bodies to where they were still joined. With a sense of satisfaction, she saw a look clearly filled with love cross his features before his eyes met hers again. Then, when his eyes darkened, gazing into hers, it was with lust, which brought its own happiness, knowing she aroused this feeling in the man.
Reaching up, she dragged the backs of her fingers across his cheek, saying wonderingly, “Out of all the world, you picked me.”
He leaned in to kiss her lips, murmuring as he moved his mouth across hers. “No, baby. That’s backwards.” He set a slow, deep, rolling rhythm with his hips, thrusting in and out, and the tantalizing drag against her inner walls and clit had her gasping. “I found you. You shone so brightly. Amazingly dazzling, standing out from all the world had to offer as distractions…I found you. Then, oh, God…then you let me keep you. Je t’aime, baby.”