Title: Trapped by Fate on Reckless Roads
Series: Neither This Nor That, #4
Author: MariaLisa deMora
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: January 21, 2019
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“Got your back,” is more than a saying in Retro’s world. Standing united as a club is a given, and loyalty is held as a standard of brotherhood. Forgiveness for transgressions, however, does not come easily, or ever in some cases. Retro’s only demand for his brothers is honor and integrity, and his belief is that everything else will fall into place behind those qualities. He is not wrong.
In the rough realm of bikers, there are no shortcuts to win a place among the old guard. It’s a world where respect can only be earned, trust is painfully gained, and loyalty will be fiercely returned.
Jerry Rogers lived his life bound to those firm tenets which anchored his brotherhood. MHL&R was more than a patch on a leather cut, it ran thick as blood through Retro’s veins as he worked to better things for his club, and family.
Locked for years in a loveless marriage, Retro still found a sense of pleasure and peace knowing he’d at least always done his best to buffer their children from his single mistake.
Confronted by evidence that what happened in the past wouldn’t remain quietly buried any longer, Retro embarks on what might become his most important journey down memory lane. One that can only end in blood…and death.
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Jeremiah Rogers angled his body away from the other person in the room, shifted his gaze to the window, and caught sight of the reflection of his own face. Gaunt and aged in ways he hadn't been a year ago, he stared into the echo of his eyes.
Without turning, he said, “I can’t offer an excuse, because there isn’t one. I won’t insult you by saying it never meant anything, because you know how I am. You’ve always known how I felt about her. She...” Here he paused, at a loss for words for so long his soon-to-be ex-wife stirred restlessly, the fabric of her jeans making a shirring noise as her legs crossed and re-crossed. The mattress groaned softly, a sound that had often been heard in this room in years past, and one that made guilt dig its hooks a little deeper into him because it had masked their lie.
Her silence drove him forwards. At this point, they’d been talking so long he was ready to just have it over with. “I knew when I took you to my bed we’d wed. Your father wouldn’t have allowed anything less. I also—” He turned and saw her tear-streaked face looking at him out of the shadows. They’d been talking so long the sunset had stripped the color from the room, leaving everything in banded shades of gray and beige. He swallowed and pushed ahead, needing to have all the secrets laid bare. “I also know you didn’t love me then. We’ve made it work all these years, because neither of us wanted more.” Retro shook his head. “I’m no longer content to live this way.”
“You know what’s changed, Wanda.” She was smart, and he suspected she’d already put two-and-two together. He was done living like this, forcing himself through the days and avoiding the nights. Her lack of follow-up on her question told him he was right.
“What about our kids, Jerry? How will we tell them?”
At her words, he pulled in the deepest breath he’d taken in days, because with two sentences she’d aligned herself at his side. She knew the lay of the land. She’d always known they weren’t a love match. It was one of the things that made her so bitter towards his brother Isaiah, because he’d found his love. Gone now for too many years, but Isaiah had kept his Hope’s love alive in how he was raising their children. Wanda had tried to drive a rift between the brothers over it. Unsuccessfully.
“Nelda won’t be surprised.” Their daughter was always putting together unexpected puzzles, and from the sadness she’d borne in the past months, Jerry knew Nelda had seen how he’d been pulling away from her mother. “Boys will follow her lead.” He lifted his hands and scrubbed across his face. “I never meant—”
“You’re not the only one to stray, Jerry.” Wanda’s declaration took him by surprise and his palms were still pressed to his cheeks as he jerked and looked at her. “I haven’t been happy for years.”
His blood started to boil and he dropped his fists to his hips, staring down his nose at her for a moment. Then he laughed once, a humorless bark of noise meant to keep him from saying things best left unsaid, and he turned back to the window, their dimmed and blurred reflections now highlighted by a deep blackness. “Since it all happened years before you came to my bed, I wouldn’t actually classify it as strayin’, Wanda. Can you say they were important to you at least?” He’d had suspicions once or twice, but Wanda had been so…blameless. Every time he’d thought to bring up the idea of separating, just the look on her face would seal his lips.
“One was.” She gave him that, and then he saw her reflection move, shifting to the opposite side of the bed. She slowly stood and then waited for a moment, and when he didn’t turn, told the room, “I’m going to start supper.”
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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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