Monday 18 September 2017

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Title: Treading The Traitor's Path: Out Bad
Series: Neither This, Nor That, #2
Author:  MariaLisa deMora
Cover Photography: WANDERAGUIAR :: PHOTOGRAPHY
Cover Model: JamesClippinger
Cover Artist: Debera Kuntz
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: September 18th, 2017

 
Synopsis


Fate is a fickle mistress. No matter a man’s desires, she tends to give with one hand, and take with the other. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to her, as long as there’s balance.

 
Ralph Lewis, otherwise known as Po’Boy, made one decision that changed the trajectory of his entire life. On the losing end of a schoolyard fight, he’d been on his back in the dust, glaring up at the boy who’d flattened him. Had watched unbelieving as that same boy stretched out his hand, offering to help Ralph to his feet. Against every instinct, he had accepted.


In that instant, he went from friendless pariah to having a partner and ally. For the first time in his life, he was respected ... and feared. Po’Boy spent the next decade defending his position at his best friend’s side. Life was good. Fate has a way of taking back the reins, though.


A long-ago action places him directly in the crosshairs of their enemies, and circumstances force Po’Boy’s hand. Members of motorcycle clubs, men like him who live an outlaw’s life don’t treat kindly with traitors, and in their world, that is what Po’Boy has become.

 
With events threatening to pull him away from everything he holds dear, he’s made to walk a careful line to keep those he loves safe. Bound by silence, for his brothers’ sake, he’ll suffer through the worst thing that can happen to a man who lives and breathes the brotherhood. Out Bad.
 
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Excerpt One



From Chapter Five

Po’Boy opened his eyes a slit to see a figure looming over him in the darkness. The flaring light from the bonfire was barely enough to let him recognize an ally, Wrench. A CoBo member who had known Penny her entire life. One who had a thing for her once, giving way when Twisted staked his claim. Wrench was looking down at Po’Boy, and he was about to sit up and greet him when the expression on the man’s face caught his attention.
It was avid. Hungry.
Wrench’s gaze was trailing along Po’Boy’s form, pausing at his chest, then moving down to his crotch. His nostrils flared, and the muscles in his jaw tensed, jumping as he ground his teeth together.
Aroused.
Po’Boy’s cock twitched, and the movement must have been visible because he watched as Wrench’s tongue came out in a languorous swipe across his bottom lip. What the fuck?
A sound from by the bonfire pulled Wrench’s gaze away, and he took a step backwards, then two, before turning and stalking into the darkness.
What. The. Fuck?
Copyright © 2017. MariaLisa deMora. All Rights Reserved.
 


 
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Excerpt Two
 
 
 
From Chapter Seven
Crissy
Pulling the last bag of groceries out of her trunk, Crissy tried to get her elbow over the top of the lid, muttering a brusque, “Fuck,” when the bags swung from the handles she had looped over her wrist, getting in the way. She tried a different angle with the same result and then stood there, glaring at the still-open trunk. “Fuck. You.”
Sticking her tongue out at the offending vehicle, she was turning to place the laden bags on the ground when a hand appeared, wrapping familiarly around the curve of the trunk lid. A male voice, raspy and filled with gravel asked, “Need some help?”
Crissy stumbled sideways, tripping over the curb, coming up short of falling when an iron band gripped her upper arm. “Easy, honey. I didn’t mean to scare ya.” She twisted and pulled, yanking her arm out of his grip, turning to face whoever this was. Her gaze hit him midchest, and without thinking she took another step backwards as her chin lifted, raising her eyes to his face. He lunged forwards and gripped her arm again just as she stumbled over the curb, again. “Jesus.” He was frowning down at her, and Crissy instinctively lifted her arms between them, the grocery bags swinging and thumping him right in the crotch. The man released her and bent over with a grunt, one hand covering his groin, the other pressing hard on the edge of the car’s frame. “Fuck.” The expletive was a second grunt, forcefully pushed from between what she had seen were full lips, curved just the right amount to make a cupid’s bow. She was only seeing the top of his head now, since he was staring at the ground.
“Oh, Jesus. I’m so—” Moving abruptly, Crissy became aware of the bags still dangling from her arms, so she turned to put them down, straightening up just as he began to unbend.
Both hands on her car now, he was leaning forwards, elbows locked. Eyes closed, he licked his lips and then grunted again. “Umm. Fuck.”
“—sorry,” she finished. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Nope.” His voice was hoarse now, not gravelly, and he definitely sounded in pain. “Take a hit like that, just gotta wait it out.”
“I’m so sorry,” she repeated and was rewarded by glittering eyes that opened a slit as he glared at her. “I don’t even know what happened.”
“You clocked me in the dick with your groceries,” he said helpfully, his voice losing a little of its hoarseness. “Pretty fuckin’ hard. What’d you buy, rolls of quarters?”
“No.” Crissy shook her head, hating how high-pitched her voice sounded. “Just food. Bags and boxes, some butter.” She lifted her hand, waving it towards the car he was still leaning against. “Thanks for offering to help with the thing.”
“Trunk.” The guy stood straight. “You get everything out of there? Got any other dangerous groceries to retrieve?” When she shook her head again, he gently closed the lid. “You nutted me with butter? Fuck. Do me a favor and don’t tell anyone that part, yeah?”
“Oh,” she cried, whirling to dig into the bags, pulling out a package. “I bought batteries, too. They’re heavy.” They were, too. It was a large package of AA batteries; she’d bought the economy pack.
“Jesus, honey. That’s a lotta batteries.” The corners of his mouth curved up, cheeks losing their angular planes as he smiled. “You need a boyfriend.”
“What?” She stared at him, confused by his statement.
Copyright © 2017. MariaLisa deMora. All Rights Reserved.
 
 


 
 
 


 

In The Series


Legends are born from moments like these. Folktales spun around a single point in time so perfect, you can almost hear the click resonating through the universe as things align.

George Bell, aka Twisted, knows the odds are against him. Have been all his life. Born in a Louisiana bordello, raised around the rough and rowdy men of a motorcycle club, he’s never been the lucky type. But he believes luck can change, so when fate gives him a glimpse of breathtaking beauty, he’s more than willing to roll the dice. Chancing upon what could be the woman of his dreams, he’s prepared to push this streak as far as he can.

Penny Dane’s background gives her an edge in the life she’s chosen to lead. Raised in a can-do family, she’s resilient, rolling with life’s punches and landing on her feet. But, when the past holds painful secrets—when a single misstep can turn deadly—can she trust the passion this man stirs in her?

On the surface, Bell and Penny don’t work. Their mismatched worlds are too different. But like a backwater bayou, what you see is not the whole story, there are mysteries buried underneath. Penny is the red-haired beauty caught up in a web of lies. Bell is like no one she’s ever met before. The problem is, he knows it.

18+ due to explicit content.






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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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