Cassie (Rebel Wayfarers MC, #12) by MariaLisa deMora

 

Title: Cassie

Series: Rebel Wayfarers MC, #12

Author: MariaLisa deMora

Genre: MC Romance

Release Date: October 29, 2018

#neversaynever

 

Final main book in the Rebel Wayfarers MC saga. 

For years, agoraphobic Cassandra Williamson has struggled to keep her world from collapsing entirely by pushing to do things that bring her pleasure, even as they carry fear. Acquiring art is one outlet she doggedly pursues, determined to bring compelling pieces into her life, even at the cost of nerve-racking visits to crowded gallery showings. 

A long-time admirer of reclusive artist Isaiah Rogers, Cassie has made a point to snap up what she can of the increasingly rare pieces of artwork the biker-turned-painter makes publicly available. Any evening spent at one of his showings becomes a longed-for escape from her ever-narrowing world. The thing with these showings though, is to see…you must also be seen. 

After organizing a meeting with the pretty, blonde art-lover Hoss found so intriguing, his emotions are stirred for the first time in years by a curiosity that feels inexplicably more. He’s been alone for such a long time, could this be his chance to find love again? 

Even with many enemies defeated, life in an outlaw MC is never easy, or safe, and Hoss is forced to make a choice: His happiness, or perhaps her very life. 

18+ due to explicit content. 

*Please note this book is part of the Rebel Wayfarers MC book series, featuring characters from additional books in the series. If the books are read out of order, you’ll twig to spoilers for the other books, so going back to read the skipped titles won’t have the same angsty reveals. I strongly recommend you read them in order. Available now: Mica (book #1), Slate (book #2), Bear (book #3), Jase (book #4), Gunny (book #5), Mason (book #6), Hoss (book #7), and Duck (book #8), Watcher (book #9), Bones (book #10), Fury (book #11), and Cassie (book #12).

 

 

 

 

Cassie (Rebel Wayfarers MC, #12) 
Copyright © 2015-2018. MariaLisa deMora. All Rights Reserved.

The art lover

 Cassie

Cassandra Williamson sat on her couch and stared at the wall. Tomorrow, that empty, bare spot would be filled with beauty. Tomorrow.

The artist’s gallery show ended yesterday, and from past experience, she knew it took the service two days to crate and move the sold pieces. The timing was
predictable, happening like clockwork, something she deeply appreciated.
Tomorrow she would have to open her door, allowing people she didn’t know entry into her house. Maybe they’ll send the same delivery men. Barry and his crew. I can hope. Scant solace in that thought. Even if she liked him, Barry would still be invading her sanctuary. She drew a shuddering breath through her nose and then slowly blew air back out her pursed lips. I can do this, she thought, fists clenched tightly, pressing hard against the tense muscles in her thighs. I can do this. Another hard-earned breath, pulling air through an ever-tightening constriction.

She flicked her gaze towards the door, and her heart raced faster, picking up more as she looked back to the empty space. Then—and the conscious focus shift allowed her to relax slightly—to the covered walls that surrounded her. Over the past seven years, she had collected six paintings from the same local
artist. Six pieces of art which, when she looked at them, drew her out of
herself and back into memories of the world for at least an evening,
remembering the first moment she saw them. Love at first sight. She released a
humorous snort, the near brush with panic slowly ebbing away, fingers of
tension easing from around her lungs. Paintings initially glimpsed across a
crowded room, the colors and composition of the art calling out to her with
such impact that she couldn’t walk away without knowing she would take some of that beauty with her. Each of the six provided her with a window into a world she hardly inhabited any longer.

Not for almost ten years.

That thought snaked through her mind, bringing the panic back full force, freezing her into place, eyesight dimming around the edges as she fought for control.

Cassie had been dealing with the affliction of anxieties all her life. From the
near-normal teenage angst of obsessing over socially awkward moments up through now, when her fears could practically paralyze her, they were always there. She had pushed through when she could, found comfort in draping herself in soothing rituals, and used coping strategies to smooth over the anxiety when she couldn’t. Lately, the struggle seemed harder than ever, and it took real work to find reasons to force herself out of the house. Cassie wanted to refuse to bow before the demands of her anxiety, needing to experience anything, trying to bull through dealing with even the most uncomfortable situations in an effort to keep her world from narrowing even more than it had.

The art shows were one way she’d determined she could draw herself out. But it couldn’t be just any shows. God, no. The art has to be worth it. She had gained that knowledge after dealing with horrifically public panic attacks in the middle of more than one gallery.

Logically she would know afterwards that not every eye had turned towards her. But, inthat moment, the weight of imagined stares could nearly bow her in half, making it impossible to move even an inch towards the temporary reprieve and safety in a bathroom, or the emotional failure of an exit. She’d be stuck in the center of a room, face, by turns, burning red or pale as death, her breathing fast and loud or drawn as tiny, short pants that invited dancing black spots of hyperventilation along the edges of her vision, and her skin damp with sweat that smelled like terror.

Just the thought of a public attack raised her respiration rate and Cassie had to fight to bring herself under control, refusing to spiral while sitting on her own
couch. I’m safe here. Safe. Safe. Safe. She held tight to a failing conviction
that felt slippery as an oiled snake. I hate being like this.

She stared at the uncomplaining empty space on the wall, a blameless opening
patiently waiting for delivery of the piece she bought. There’d been wide-open
terrain surrounding the beautiful woman in the painting, but somehow those
vast, unfenced fields hadn’t been frightening when captured in stillness on
canvas. Ease with an expanse like that was an anomaly for her, and she looked
forward to hours of exploring the shading and pigmentation the artist used.

The artist. Cassie let herself think of him for a moment. Isaiah Rogers,
semireclusive phenomenon and conundrum. A man who could create impossibly beautiful art while living the life of a solitary biker, at times compared by art critics to eccentric masters of the past. She pushed from the couch and stood, still staring at the wall. Breathe. She attempted to pull a ritual into play as she consciously ran the script through in her head.

Tomorrow morning I will hear the doorbell and open the door. Nothing bad will happen.

I will let the men in, and they will hang my new piece in place. Then they will leave. Nothing bad will happen.

Things will go just as they always have with the deliveries. Nothing bad will happen.

Their job. They will do their job, and then they will leave. And, nothing bad will
happen to me. Never again.

 

 

 

 

Cassie (Rebel Wayfarers MC Book 12)Cassie (Rebel Wayfarers MC, #12) by MariaLisa deMora
Rosa's rating: 5 of 5 iScream Cones

"What if I let myself follow this thread that's pulling me towards her?"

I was so excited to meet Cassie once I learned that she had caught the eye, and maybe the heart, of Hoss. He is one of my favorite RWMC characters and I really wanted to catch up with him and see where life has taken him. What I also hoped was that since this is the final book in the series that I'd get a chance to do the same with all of the characters that I've come to know and love. And in case you are wondering, Mason still has my heart and retains his spot as my favorite. I met him in the first book and he made such an impression that I just can't let him go...sigh. ♡

Cassie is beyond broken. "No matter how she'd forced herself out and into the world, she'd always wound up creeping back home and hiding. Licking her wounds, bested by her own mind." She's struggling to do more than survive, she wants to live. She might fail again and again, but she doesn't give up. One of the few things in her life that still brings her joy is art. And not just any art, but the works of a particular artist. She sees something in his paintings that transcend the canvas and speaks to her heart. While his personal collection is not offered for sale, he does allow them to be displayed for viewing. For this reason, Cassie will force herself to tackle her demons to attend the galleries so that she can see them. And when given the opportunity, she buys another painting to add to her own collection.

Hoss dislikes most of the meet-and-greet side of his gallery showings. Since his work has become so popular and he's reached celebrity status in the art world it's become tedious to deal with the ladder climbers. He can tell at a glance who really appreciates his art and who is just present to be seen. She is doing everything she can to not be seen, which means she's a true fan of his talent. When he learns that she's purchased one of his paintings he's too intrigued to not tag along for the delivery. He wants to meet her.

Cassie has almost worked herself into a panic as she anticipates the delivery of her latest acquisition. She's so excited to have it safely in her home. But at the same time, she's a nervous wreck about the actual delivery process. It requires outsiders to cross the threshold of her safe haven. And when he ends up being one of them it's a miracle she didn't faint at the shock.

Wow! These two definitely made a strong impression on each other. My romantic heart was bouncing with excitement as I imagined their eventual love story. But as I kept reading I realized that the obstacles standing between their attraction for each other and the reality of her affliction seemed insurmountable. Hoss had already survived so much heartbreak, would he risk his heart again on someone who was so broken? Was he just asking for more pain?

One of the many reasons I love this author's writing style is because of her ability to make me feel everything. I never finish one of her books without feeling like I've been through the wringer, having my emotions squeezed out of me. She can write a bad bad-guy and a good good-guy so well that I want to either kill them or kiss them. And sometimes she brings me to tears even when it's not a sad scene, just a moving one that pulls my heartstrings. She writes dialogue so perfect that I can hear the characters voice inflection, accent, or tone. I'm feeling very bittersweet about this being the end of such a beautiful journey. "Rebels forever," *sniffle, snot, sigh* "forever Rebels."

 
 

 

 

I was pulled in from the get go and just loved how it gave me all the feels! I enjoyed the secondary characters and love how MariaLisa adds them in. Never overtaking, always giving the story more than you thought possible." – Shay, Mommy's A Book Whore


"This was most definitely the best and saddest goodbye I have ever had to endure. I’ve grown to love these characters so much. I will never forget their journeys to finding love and the brotherhood that makes them the BEST MC series I have ever enjoyed." - Naughty Mom Story Time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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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