Monday, December 1, 2014

Bear by MariaLisa deMora- Promo with Author Interview & GIVEAWAY!!

Rob Crew had purpose in his life. He was a devoted husband, doting father, and committed Navy man…then his life changed forever. Cast adrift, he finds friendships in the Rebel Wayfarers Motorcycle Club and fulfillment as he transitions into the role of loyal and supportive club member. He becomes Bear, a man who fills an important position in this brotherhood of bikers.

A caregiver by nature, Eddie’s chosen career focuses on helping the most vulnerable – teaching special needs children and young adults. Surrounded by loving family and friends, she is content with what she considers her full and satisfying life…until she meets Bear, an enforcer for the local MC. Even through their initial encounter is brief, she can’t make herself forget the pain in his eyes as he turned away from her.

Their lives intersect at surprising intervals, with each contact underscoring the attraction and connection they share. Can Eddie convince Bear that it is okay to move past his pain and love again?
Chapter 12 – Chicago
A man Rob presumed was Deke motioned him over towards a staircase. “Guest rooms are on the second floor, right at the top of the stairs. It’s got a shitter and a shower, so you’re good to go. What time are you heading out in the morning?”
Rob answered, “I dunno. When I get up, I expect. You need me out by a particular time?”
“Naw, Bear, this ain’t no fucking hotel. I’m just trying to make sure we’ll have a breakfast for you before you hit the road, man. You can fucking stay all day if you want. Bingo’s made you welcome.” Deke laughed a little.
“Hey, I have a question for you,” Rob started, and waited for Deke’s encouraging nod. “Bingo said things are going to get wild? What does that mean, exactly?”
“Drinking, fucking, dancing, drinking…probably fucking some more.” Deke shrugged. “If you aren’t interested, just come up to your room. Most of the bitches will respect a closed door. If you want company though, you can leave it open. You’ll tempt one in quick that way.”
Rob nodded, not truly understanding, but he was now positive he’d be spending the evening in this room. He was right about where he stayed; however, the noises and sounds of the unrestrained party emanating from the main room downstairs fed his dreams, filling them with dark hair and grey eyes, and he woke in the middle of the night so aroused and engorged that his cock hurt. He wondered if anyone was still around, and got up to open his door slightly, acting without wasting too much time rationalizing it.
He got back in bed, and loosely cupping the shaft of his cock in his hand, he deliberately palmed it up and then down, circling with finger and thumb around the sensitive head. Hips thrusting restlessly, pushing his cock into his hand as he tightened his fingers slightly, still holding it loosely. His eyes were closed to enhance the sensations, so the first indication he had company was when the edge of the bed dipped. He froze, opening his eyes and looking to see a pretty, naked brunette resting quietly on the mattress, sitting with her legs crossed, her pussy in dark shadow while her full breasts were on proud display.
Seeing she’d gained his attention, she reached up and cupped her bare breasts. “Bear,” she called his name and moaned as she twisted her nipples between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. His cock jumped at the sound, and his hips thrust impatiently again, his fingers now tighter around the hard length of his cock. She shifted, looking as if she was going to move towards him, and he growled out, “Stay there. Keep doing that. Keep touching yourself.” He couldn’t see her eyes, but knew they weren’t brown…or grey.
She smiled and nodded, her hands once more cupping her breasts. Molding and pressing them together, she massaged and pinched her nipples again and again, pulling them into erect peaks and drawing another low-pitched moan from her own lips. Rob’s back arched, his shoulders pressing into the mattress as he slid his hand quickly up and down his shaft. Holding tightly at the base with one hand, he slipped the fingers of his other up to the head, rapidly jacking the rim of his cock, imagining the small hands of the woman today as she’d clutched the straps of her backpack.
The brunette slid a finger into her mouth and sucked, pulling it out with an audible pop. She stroked her nipples with the wet fingertip, and he watched her areolas pebble and tighten with the stimulation. Blindly, he reached out with his left hand, scarcely spanning the space between them, his fingertips tracing the outer curve of one breast.
She made a sound in the back of her throat, using her hands to raise and lift herself into his touch. As he cupped the warmth and softness of her breast, trailing the pad of his thumb gently around the erect nipple, he groaned deep in his chest and stilled. His hand and fingers tight around his cock, shooting thick ropes of semen as he came, painting his chest and stomach with his hot come.
He felt the bed shift, and thought she was leaving, but her voice came from beside his head, humming with awe in her tone, “That was beautiful.”
He jerked to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, elbows on his thighs and head in his hands. He asked her quietly, “Can you leave, please? Shut the door?” 
“Sure, baby. Want me to clean you up first?” she asked as he felt the mattress move again, hopefully confirmation of her pending departure.
“No,” he responded to her curtly.
“Okay, baby,” she replied sweetly, seemingly unflustered at his selfish behavior and tolerant of his request that she leave. He hadn’t even asked her name, hadn’t worried about her pleasure. He sat there silently until he heard the door close and latch in the frame.
Fuucck,” he ground out between clenched teeth. He’d touched her. He’d reached his hand out and…touched another woman. Not even someone he knew, or cared about—just some random woman. What the hell was wrong with him? Surging to his feet, tense with anger at himself, he went into the attached bathroom and turned the shower on as cold as it would go. Standing in the freezing water for as long as he thought he could manage, he gritted his teeth and pushed himself to stay another five minutes, then ten—not yielding until his teeth were chattering uncontrollably and the muscles in his arms and legs were shuddering with cold.

Resting on the mattress, he tapped his still-icy fingertips against the place over his heart where the envelope would be if he were at home. His mind empty, the taps kept cadence with a heart not his own, a restless, phantom heartbeat.
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!”

Can you tell us a little bit about yourself?
I grew up on a working ranch in Texas, and at 5’ 5” I’m the shortest in my family. Even all my kids are taller than I am. My mother was six-foot tall and at family gatherings would lean her elbow on the top of my head to jokingly ask me, “How’s the weather down there?” I’m obsessed with tequila and may have a spreadsheet with more than fifty brands or types represented with information recorded such as altitude grown and distilled, aging time, liked or not, why, etc. I currently own nine different kinds of tequila. My favorites! Seriously, who needs that much alcohol? Evidently I do! 
*that is some serious dedication!!

What do you do when you are not writing?
When I’m not writing, I’m working the day job. I’m in technology, so even if we’re not in the midst of a project, there are always a dozen and twenty things to learn. A big fan of the local ECHL hockey team, Fort Wayne Komets, I try to attend every home game. Live music is a passion of mine, so a couple times a month I’ll drive up to a couple hundred miles to see artists that I enjoy. That can be difficult, because I get mega nervous around crowds, so it’s got to be a small venue. I’ve got my favorites scoped out, and watch the tours that head through, catching the artists I most enjoy. I’ve made friends with a number of musicians in different bands and based on advice from a couple of them, I always show up with gifts of baby wipes or Shittens (look ‘em up, they are brill!) and TicTacs. I also hike, as in “carry everything you need and dig holes in the woods to crap in” hike, and have done trails in Arkansas, Kentucky, Indiana, Ohio, and Georgia. My most recent hike was the first fifty-one miles of the Appalachian Trail beginning at the southern terminus on Springer Mountain in Georgia and was where I met the man who inspired the character in Bear. 
*I am a Kentucky girl myself so I love that you have hiked in my 'homeland' lol

When did you first start writing and when did you finish your first book!
Less than a year ago, seriously! In Fall 2013 I was in the middle of a huge project at work, putting in 100+ hours week after week. When I had time to crash and sleep, I began to dream of a woman and her life. She was damaged and hurt, but oh-so strong. The week between Christmas and New Year, in an attempt to get her out of my head, I sat down with my laptop and began writing. Not quite six months later, I pushed ‘Publish’ for that book. Five months further down the road and here we are, the third book just came out. Crazy life, man! 

Do you ever experience writer's block?
Not that I’m aware of. Which sounds funny, right? Wouldn’t I be aware if it had happened? There have been times when certain characters go quiet, but every time there are others who have stepped up and taken their place in the spotlight until the time was right for that silent character to regain their voice. It seems as if I’m never without parts of the story to tell. Book #2, Slate, was more difficult, because the book was single, main character POV. That meant when he went silent, I could continue to write in the other character’s voices, but then I’d have to go back to modify and change to be from his perspective. Not always easy, the most difficult scene to adapt was when a maternal character told the main character about abuse his lover suffered at the hands of a former boyfriend. Changing POV there took weeks to get right. I’d write, then read it and shake my head. Read it aloud and shake my head. Write more, read it aloud and shake my head. The final result worked and maintained the single POV that the book demanded. 

What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
In Bear—God this is going to sound terrible, don’t hate me—there’s a scene where he’s been tortured and is rescued. That scene is one of my favorites—not because of the torture—but, because we get a glimpse into his unguarded mind about what the club means to him. And then the POV flips to my favorite character in the entire series, Mason (/sigh/), and we are treated to even greater insight into his character. 

How did you come up with the title?
Bear, the character’s name is a tribute to a biker I once knew. 

Do you base your characters on people you know? If yes, do you tell them?
The answer to both questions is, “Sometimes.” With the exception of two characters, the similarity is based in nuance only, with words or actions loosely arranged as the real person may have said or done things. The two exceptions are at times nearly word-for-word things the person would have (or has) said or done. In one case, the person is no longer with us and for the other, she is my best friend and mostly aware of what’s coming for the character. Since this chick is someone I speak to every day, the inspiration for more craziness is a constant possibility! 

 What has been the toughest criticism given to you as an author? 
Toughest criticism is that my stories contain too much backstory. Some readers don’t want to know about the character’s lives, the events which led them to be the people they are today, and only want to read the dramatic current day story. In my head, I howl, “But their lives are what MADE them the people they are today, how can you not want to know?”
*I do!! I love to have back story!!!

What has been the best compliment?
Biggest compliment received to date was from my oldest daughter. With book #1, I sat on the manuscript-in-progress for weeks before even telling anyone what I was doing. When I sent her an unfinished version for her critique, she wasn’t able to provide it when she was finished reading because she’d forgotten she was reading something I had written, she was reading it for pleasure. That made me bawl like a baby!
*That's awesome! Family is sometimes our biggest critics! 

Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers and fans?
Every single freakin’ day you make my life better. Your emails, Facebook inboxes, Pinterest messages—make my life better. When you see me at the hockey games, or in the store and talk to me—knowing I have touched your life in any way humbles me and makes my life better. You, my readers…You are a f*cking treasure!
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Chocolate or Vanilla? 
Chocolate. Mmmhmmm!
Day or Night?
Night! That’s when the fun bits happen.
Rain or Snow?
Snow alla way, baby!
Mac or PC?
OMG – seriously? I’m a techie … BOTH, plus Linux! HA! J
Coffee or Tea?
Bring me the coffee and back away slowly.
Dogs or Cats?
Even though I own both, can I say neither here? I’m pissed at both species at the moment! LOL
Morning Person or Night Owl?
Night Owl, those early morning server maintenance windows are KILLER!

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