Watcher by MariaLisa deMora – New Release

Posted November 15, 2016 by Rory in Uncategorized / 1 Comment



Watcher is known in the MC community as a man with strong beliefs. His sense of honor has been built in him from childhood, forged in the mountains of Kentucky, rooted there by family and circumstance. In the ever-changing world of outlaws, he’s made a place for himself, winning a seat at the table for negotiations and decisions that impact not only his club, but those around him. Powerful men ask for his counsel, revealing a trust and respect that can only be earned. His family loves and supports him, too, and he protects his wife and children with a fierceness that consumes. Enemies loom on the horizon, because for every man he calls brother, there are those who would take everything from him.

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Michael Otey learned early in life that people outside the ranks of family and close friends were not to be trusted. They were the kind of folks who would use you right up, betraying and throwing you away once your usefulness was exhausted. At sixteen, life nearly derailed in a moment of rage, he was presented with two impossible choices. He selected a track, prayed it was the right one, and set foot on the path of honor, because even at such a young age, he knew honor mattered.

Almost immediately things started looking up in his life. The Army molded him into a soldier, giving him no choice but to excel. Through years of service, the men in his unit forced him to become a leader, moving him to that role by demonstrating with every action that they believed he was trustworthy. Brothers in arms.

That was when death and destruction once again rocked his world, forcing another impossible choice. Pierced through with a thirst for vengeance, raging and alone, he gravitated towards the kind of men who shared his feelings. Hard men, but ones filled with an unshakable sense of honor. Members of a motorcycle club who were not afraid to wreak devastation in support of the found family they shared. The Outriders MC. Brothers in spirit.

To escape the ghosts haunting them both, his older brother had launched his own club, filled with veterans and soldiers. His brother’s stories about his members set up a longing deep inside him, and Mike found himself reaching towards the forgiveness and peace his brother had found. But, in an atmosphere drowning in blood and hate, peace was hard to find. Determined to start fresh, it wasn’t long before Mike, now known as Watcher, followed his brother west, finding a true home as a Southern Soldiers. Brothers in truth.

Then, on what should have been a routine run into Old Mexico, Watcher was confronted by both loss and hope. He saved a doe-eyed beauty from a life branded by pain, but in turn lost the last close link to his family. In her it seemed he found a reason for carrying on, even perhaps a chance at love. As he rebuilt his life, he vowed to keep her safe and the club strong, promising to protect everything that mattered. Brothers. Family. Honor. To do that, Watcher would need to open long-tattered connections to Kentucky, reaching far into his pain-filled past and calling on Davis Mason and the Rebel Wayfarers MC.

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster.
– Nietzsche


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From Chapter 23: Soldiers and Rebels

“Papi,” her voice reached towards the rafters, breathless cries saying he’d gotten it right, once again. Watcher held her hips in place with one arm, lapping at her. Varying the speed of each stroke of his tongue, he eased her down, down, down the mountain, letting her recover at her own pace. When she stopped undulating and began squirming, he licked once more, bottom to top, diddling her clit with the tip of his tongue for a triplet of strokes before he lifted on an arm, crawling up her body.

As he always did, he took a moment to look down at her, half-lidded eyes staring up at him, a smile curling the corners of her lips. Bending to brush his mouth across hers, he kissed his way to her ear so he could whisper, “Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” She giggled, bright and light as a girl, the sound making him smile. Teeth to the lobe of her ear, he told her, “Always wanna fuck you. Want my hands on you.” Tipping his hips, he reached down to grip himself, angling his cock to her entrance. He waited for it, and she gave him what she always did.

“Love you, Watcher.” Soft strokes up his biceps, she curled her fingers around his neck, palm to either side as she pulled him down, arching up into him, letting him seat himself root-deep in her. Legs curling around his ass, she used the leverage to meet him, thrust for thrust, working with him so he could make the same journey. Mouth to his ear, she told him everything he wanted to hear. “Papi, so good. You make it so good. My whole life. My wonderful man. I love you.”

“God, ‘Nita.” He angled his head to the side, putting himself face-to-face with the only woman he’d ever loved. She leaned in, touching her lips to his, holding the contact so their breaths mingled. “My beauty. Love of my life.”

His fingers stroked up the skin of her side, lifting and plumping her soft breast, dipping his chin to bring it to his mouth, drawing the puckered nipple deep like he knew she liked. “Papi.” Fingers in his hair, she pulled his head up, anchoring herself with his mouth as she moved underneath him, driven by an urgency he recognized. That did it for him, and the coiling electricity spooling up his spine, muscles tightening as he lunged deep, deeper, holding still, feeling her clench and grip him, milking his cock. “Papi.” Her cry lifted to the rafters again, and he silenced it with a kiss, letting her take his grunts down her throat.

“Jesus, baby,” he muttered, wrapping one arm around her shoulders, shoving it between her back and the mattress so he could hold her close. Elbow to the mattress, he kept most of his weight off her, even knowing she could take it, wanted it sometimes, that closeness. “My hot mamacita.” Brushing a kiss across her lips, he deepened it, stroking into her mouth with his tongue, taking everything he could from her.

Shifting to his side, he pulled her close, cradling her against his chest. “Love you, Watcher.” Her breath drifted softly, scarcely disturbing the hair on his chest. Watcher bent his neck, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Love you, too, Juanita.”

© MariaLisa deMora
“Ive never asked for easy, never expected to find perfection. God “ – he kissed her again, feeling her arms squeeze him – “ top of the world. You make this all effortless and I’m one hell of a lucky guy”
Reading Watcher was like having the feeling of coming home after being away. The sigh that you have when walking through the door. The tightness being lifted from your chest. The rightness that you feel in your heart when you know you are where you are supposed to be. That was how I felt.

I knew going in who Watcher was but reading his story really made me realize that I didn’t know him as a man, only that he was a good brother to the Rebel Wayfarers. To start from where Michael began and how life choices made him who he was today, just pulled at my heart and gave me all the feels.
His story was like a puzzle piece that gets added and helps create this beautiful picture for the Rebel Series, you just can’t help but love them and miss them all the same when the book is over.

I loved being able to read him and all the other characters, old and new in the story. You get to read in other POV’s and what I loved most was that we were able to see situations in different perspectives; it heightened the series as a whole.

I can’t wait for the next chapter in this series. So many possibilities that I hope this will go on forever!

Rebel Wayfarers for life!


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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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