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Robyn’s Review of Alace Sweets by MariaLisa deMora

by MariaLisa deMora
#AlaceIsMyFavoritePsycho
From the
author of the Rebel Wayfarers MC series, MariaLisa deMora,
 comes the dark thriller “Alace Sweets”
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SYNOPSIS

 

 


Revenge really IS sweet. ~Alace Sweets.

 

A dark thriller, this book is not a light read.
Filled with edge-of-your-seat suspense, this intense story commands the
reader’s attention as it drives towards the explosive ending. Alace Sweets is a
vigilante serial killer, with everything that implies and is sure to trip all
your triggers. Be ready.

 

At seventeen, Alace Sweets turned a corner in
her life, taking the wrong shortcut home from school.

 

Resisting the harsh knowledge her attackers will
never be made to pay for their actions, Alace takes a stand. Justice must be
served, and if fate’s scales are out of balance, she’s determined to set things
right as best she can.

 

When the laws of men fail, the rules of Alace
prevail.

 

 

http://bit.ly/GR-AlaceSweets

 


What
Others are Saying
“This
book sucked me in and kept me reading straight through to the end.” –
Manda Mellett, Goodreads review

WOW, I loved this book. So much. So buy it, read it. Seriously, go right
now.” – Jesse Roth, Goodreads review

 

 
“I
loved reading Alace’s story. It’s heartbreaking, brutal but sweet and loving
all rolled into one tiny body.” – Raychel, United Indie Book Blog

 

 
“A
very intense story with lots of twist and turns and shocking details. A must
read for all those dark, gritty romance fans out there.” – Paula, Sweet
& Spicy Reads

 

 

 

REVIEW

This certainly is a change from this author however it is well thought out and written to her high standard.

Alace grew up with no illusions as to her status in life, with a promiscuous mother and no father she basically brought herself up. So at seventeen, being a victim of extreme trauma, she had nobody to turn to in her time of need. Not even the law helped her. Alace decides to set things right herself!

Alace is a complex character but one you can’t help but like. She is continually exposed to the evil in the world, living fully immersed in it until retribution is achieved. Eric is a sweetheart and a great balance of characters. The ‘bad’ characters are truly evil and although the author does go into some graphic detail at times it is smoothly executed.

The descriptions of the characters, settings and happenings are quite detailed and easily helps the reader to visualise the story as it unfolds. The action throughout the story is impressive as is the build-up if tension and the twists and turns are the icing on the book cake!

They say a change is as good as a holiday and MariaLisa’s story is just that!

Reviewed by Robyn

 

EXCERPT
From Chapter Two

 

Alace Sweets

“Is everything okay?”
She crossed the distance between them and leaned in so Nate could kiss her
forehead, something she’d noted he liked doing. She let him wrap an arm around
her shoulders, drawing her close to his side before he turned so they faced Ike.


“Nothing to worry about,
baby girl.” Nate’s voice dropped into the lower registers, and she shivered at
a sudden memory. That was how he’d sounded just before he buried his face
between her legs last night, finding that delicate balance of aggressive
licking and kissing, and a fragile tenderness that had been missing from her
life for a long time. I’ll miss you, big
guy.

 

“Hey, Ike.” She
offered a little wave with the hand not currently tucked into Nate’s back
pocket. From the outside, it probably looked like they were a longtime couple,
only Nate would know that before last night all he’d gotten access to were her
forehead and fingers. She’d gently rebuffed all his overtures while keeping the
door open for use when it mattered most. Like last night, she thought, keeping
the smile on her face small. “What’s up?”

 
“Hey, Pauline. Sorry to
bother you and Nate.” Ike gestured towards the front room, and Nate led her
towards the couch there. “I got some bad news, honey.” Tipping her head to one
side, she settled next to Nate, letting him hold her close. She rested one palm
on his thick thigh, allowing her fingers to curve possessively around it. “Alan
Trueward, how well did…do you know him?”


Well, hell. They found
him already.


She carefully didn’t let
any of her thoughts show on her face. Stoicism was something she had long
practiced, really since her first breath, if she were honest. All through her youth
growing up in that tiny town, she’d had to hide everything inside her. All the
pain and anger, the fear and loss. Getting out of bed in the morning meant
sliding that particular mask into place, and she was so good at it now it was
first nature, bypassing that second nature bullshit normal people lived with.


“Decent guy, he takes
care of the girls.” She purposely let her smile broaden slightly. “He and
April—” Alace tipped her head so she was grinning up at Nate. “—are quite the
item.” Fraternization between employees at the club was frowned on, but Nate
hadn’t told them to stop, which meant he probably didn’t know the reason behind
it in the first place. Alace did. Alan was the entire reason she was in town,
after all. Regg had sussed him out nearly two years ago, and she’d started
laying plans. It’s what she did these days.

 
“Did you see Alan last
night?”


Boy did I ever! I saw
him on his knees calling out to a god who didn’t give one shit that the man was
about to die.

Just like Alan didn’t give one shit about those little girls he liked to rub
off on when he was a teacher. Just like that judge didn’t give a shit about
those little girls, giving Alan a commuted sentence because he “had such future
contributions to give to society” and ignored his existing contributions to
eleven little girls’ nightmares. Eleven future husbands who would have their
hands full considering the woman made for them had been so abused. Alace firmly
believed that every person had their one true love, and she just as firmly
believed that Alan Trueward did not exist in that column for any woman, or man.
God couldn’t be that cruel.


Yeah, I saw him. Saw him
kneel. Saw him fall. Kicked dirt over his blood and shoveled it into the well
after him. Saw the blade rise and fall, a glittering promise in every stroke
seeing that taking Alan’s life was actually giving him peace, too. I promised
him he’d never feel those urges again. His voice begging, pleading loudly, “I’m
sick. I know. It’s a sickness.” He was sick, all right. Sick to death.

 

Copyright
© 2017. MariaLisa deMora. All Rights Reserved.
 

 

 

 

 Also by MariaLisa deMora

Rebel Wayfarers MC series

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Occupy
Yourself Band series

 

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Neither
This, Nor That MC series

 

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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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Review: With My Whole Heart by MariaLisa deMora

by MariaLisa deMora
Genres: Contemporary Romance

 

 


Title: With My Whole Heart


 

Author: MariaLisa deMora

 

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

 

Release Date: March 20, 2017

 

 


With My Whole Heart is
a complicated story about family.
Jaime’s a young, single mother who is trying to make ends meet, feeling like
she’s always waging an uphill battle to make sure she and her son are housed,
fed, and healthy. Connor’s designed his life to stay too busy for
relationships.

How complicated is it?

She’s his big brother’s surrogate, and he’s the sperm donor. How in the hell
would this ever work? Connor didn’t know, but he was determined to convince the
feisty little blonde to take a chance on him. What he didn’t realize was it
meant taking a chance on himself, too.

Caution: This isn’t an MC story. If you’re looking for grit, you’ll need to get
your hard on somewhere else. No one gets kidnapped or assaulted in this one. Or
even runs around without underwear on, I mean … the hero wears boxers at one
point. Come on! It’s like I don’t know the me who wrote it. Plus it’s super
sappy in places, and an unusual story setup. It’s not a feckin’ unicorn, but
it’ll do.

http://bit.ly/GR-WholeHeart

 Review

A truly beautiful romance!

This is certainly a change of pace for Maria and yes not a biker anywhere in the story!

Jaime is a single mother of a son, Nate. She struggles to survive from day to day and this leads her to embark on an exciting adventure of surrogacy. Conner is the brother, and sperm donor, of the father to be. Together they share a special connection.

Being a fast paced, light romance you, the reader, are left with such a feeling of happiness. This truly is an engaging romance and one that really lifts the reader up emotionally. It is well written and the characters are easy to identify with as everyday, regular people.

There are highs mainly throughout the story but some lows too which are handled well. Surrogacy and infertility are not easy topics to portray however Marialisa does a brilliant job.

Reviewed by Robyn

 

 

“This book has a special place in my heart. I
was pulled in from the first words to the last. I love when a story calls to my
heart, when you can honestly relate to the characters.” – Shay from Mommys a Book Whore
 
“This author’s writing is just so sublime –
the hard edges of the brittle life she depicted through clipped dialogue and
terse prose in Bones being smoothed out and rounded eloquently into this
intimate romance, centred as it is around warm, loving people who care so
deeply for one another.” – Carcoura LaRomantique, Goodreads review
 
“This book is epically brilliant. Between her
genius little boy and her tough backbone, you can’t help but admire Jaime.” – Angela, Goodreads review

 

 

“I
finished reading with a smile on my face and joyful heart.
I recommend to all who want a story full of emotions and good feelings.” – Lu Bielefeld *Book Whore Brazil*

 

From
Chapter 6
Connor
Standing
just around the corner from the living room, Connor was glad no one had heard
him come in the front door.
Marie and
Cooper both knew where he stood on this meeting, and it wasn’t in favor of it
at all. If they’d seen him, they would have clammed up, afraid to set him off.
He was excited about them having another baby, knew it was something Marie had
dreamed of nearly since Sam was put in her arms.
With a
gestational carrier, he had no worries there. There was absolutely nothing to
tie the baby back to the womb that nurtured during the pregnancy. Needing an
egg donor, well, he got that it took two to tango, and with Marie’s eggs not an
option, a donor was necessary. But he’d urged them to do a blind donation, not
someone you had to look in the face for nine months. Sperm donor, also a
necessity, and one he was honored his brother had asked him to do again.
Connor
didn’t get confused, though, didn’t have any issues with Sam calling him Uncle
Con. Never thought of the boy as his child. Sam was Cooper’s kid, end of story.
This, though? Having the egg donor and carrier in one person and then getting
to know that person intimately? Mistake.
That was
how he’d felt until five minutes ago, at least.
Hearing
this woman express sorrow at the death of someone she never knew shocked him,
but her sincerity couldn’t be questioned. She sounded like she knew how it
felt, and the genuine sadness in her voice picked at the scar he carried inside
him.
When Cole
had died, he’d known it. The minute it happened, he’d felt it. That damn
psychic tie so many twins had that he and science couldn’t explain. The echo
that had been so strong between them, always. Bicycle wrecks and broken hearts,
everything had been shared between the two of them.
It meant
the very instant his brother was no longer breathing on this earth had branded
in his brain. Connor had been on the basketball court, taking a class of
freshmen through a new set of drills when it felt like his heart exploded. He’d
fallen to his knees, hands clutching his chest, silent in the face of an
overwhelming pain. Scared the fuck out of the kids. They’d thought Coach was
having a heart attack, and two of them had dialed 911, calling the sheriff to
the school before he could stop them, leaving Connor to have to try and explain
something he couldn’t even put words to.
Four days
later, when the same sheriff came visiting they’d shared a knowing look. It
wasn’t news to Connor that Cole was gone. Not to him. The silence in his head
was enough proof for him.
If I’d
gone in the military with him, I would have been there. Could have saved him.
That was the only thing he and his twin had ever really argued about, and in
the end, Cole’s driven need to protect and serve had won out, separating the
two men for the first time in their lives.
Connor
hadn’t felt the same calling, though. Cole had enlisted and headed to boot
camp, and Connor had gone to college instead.
He
listened to the murmur of voices grow softer, more distant and knew Cooper,
Marie, and the woman had gone into the kitchen. Connor had been supposed to
meet her, not understanding why Cooper wanted him to have a face to go with the
carrier’s name, Jaime Grimes, but he’d been willing to go along with it. He’d
laughed and told his brother, “Least I can do.”
Connor
lifted a hand, knuckles grinding roughly across his sternum, accepting the pain
as his due.
Knowing
this woman standing in his big brother’s kitchen understood about loss, too, he
couldn’t go in there. Couldn’t face her, afraid she’d see the guilt he tried to
keep buried. If I’d been there.
Turning
on his heel, he stalked to the door and went out, closing it soundlessly behind
him.
 
Rebel
Wayfarers MC series

 

 

Series Reading Order & Series Buy Links

 

Amazon  •  Barnes & Noble  •  Kobo  •  iTunes

 

Occupy
Yourself Band series

 

Amazon  •  Barnes & Noble  •  Kobo  •  iTunes

 

Neither
This, Nor That MC series

 

Amazon  •  Barnes & Noble  •  Kobo  •  iTunes

 

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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A Kiss to Keep You (Rebel Wayfarers MC) by MariaLisa deMora

by MariaLisa deMora
Genres: MC Romance

 

Title: A Kiss to Keep You
Series: Rebel Wayfarers MC, #9.25
Author:  MariaLisa
deMora
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: November 21,
2016
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Synopsis
 
Love will find a way, and for Brute and Bexley it
comes to life standing under the bright lights of a grocery store aisle. ‘A
Kiss to Keep You’ is a short, sweet, happily ever after story that you are
going to adore.
 
Richard Monte had it all. A satisfying career in the
military, where he took pride in serving his country. He had close friends,
good ones, and a goddaughter he doted on. His life was filled with riches, and
looked to stay that way for the foreseeable future. All of that was stripped
away in an instant, destroyed along with his face in the flash and explosion of
a roadside bomb. Struggling to find his way in a new world, one where his very
appearance is cause for fear and dismay, he stumbles upon a woman who seems to
see beyond the surface, a curvy blonde named Bexley. Her reaction to him is so
different, and she offers him an unexpected taste of beauty from her sweetly
upturned lips. They seem destined to be together, but a rising danger in a far
western state threatens everything he’s worked to build. Not without her own
demons, Bexley has to fight overwhelming odds to hold onto the man she’s come
to love.
 
All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream.Edgar Allen Poe
http://bit.ly/kisskeepyou-GR

 

 
Excerpt
From chapter one, Brute’s Girl:
 
Brute
He sat on his bike and
watched her. Gorgeous, reserved, she seemed unaware of her own beauty, and just
as unconscious of his regard, because she never looked up from the book held
balanced on her knees. Never raised her gaze to find him watching her. To see
the other men in the area looking their fill. Seated on the green grass of the
park, back to a tree, she rested with her heels drawn up tight to her bottom
while her skirt draped gracefully over her angled legs. With a bottle of water
lying nearby, her slouchy messenger bag was tossed to one side, phone nowhere
in sight. She had lost herself in the story, as she so often did. Blonde,
stunning, and so unattainable, especially for a man like him. She might as well
have been on the moon.
Ricky sighed and started his
bike, checking traffic before he smoothly pulled out of the lot where he had
been sitting for over an hour. The first minutes had been spent anxiously
waiting on her arrival, then the remainder, he’d been avidly watching his girl.
That was what the guys in the motorcycle club, his brothers, all called her. As
he rolled the throttle and accelerated up the street, he was already
anticipating the jeering catcalls that would greet him when he pulled into the
clubhouse. Brute’s Girl.
Gliding the bike to a stop
behind traffic, as he waited for the light to turn green, he turned his head,
glancing into the car beside him. Without thinking, he smiled fondly at the
young girl driving the aged two-door vehicle. She looked a lot like his
goddaughter, pert nose covered by freckles, untidy hair tucked behind her ears.
Seeing her made him think he needed to call Dylan, see how their Natalie was
doing in her first year of college, ask about the family. Then the girl turned
her head and saw him. Her reaction was instant and dramatic, hands slapping at
the controls on the inside of the door to lock the car, mouth falling open in
silent horror. Swiftly, he wiped the smile from his face and turned to face
forward, not wanting to make her more uncomfortable than he already had.
Richard Monte was well
acquainted with the societal challenges he had to work within, and around. He
should be, he saw evidence of them every time he looked in the mirror. Face
mangled by the roadside bomb that had taken most of his patrol, his skin in
turns was glossy smooth and cratered from the burns and shrapnel. He knew how
the barest glimpse of his countenance could affect those who were unprepared.
That was why he didn’t go out often; choosing instead to stay in his apartment,
his work-from-home job as a help desk technician was without much outside
contact. Not content, but merely pragmatic enough to recognize what it did to
him every time he provoked a reaction like this one.
The men of the Rebel
Wayfarers MC were the exception. Introduced to them by a friend, these people
judged him not by what remained of his face, but by his actions and words.
Fiercely honorable in their own way, the outlaw group of bikers had folded
themselves around him protectively, finding him a job allowing him to support
himself. Providing both independence and giving him a community of people he
could count on, no matter what.
The girl in the park, the
blonde. The beauty he would only ever be able to look at from afar. She was
another anomaly in his world. Months ago he had seen her in the grocery store,
and she had shocked him by not reacting. Well, not reacting to his face, at
least. She had reacted to him as a man, something he hadn’t experienced for
nearly a decade. Reaching for a boxed dinner, he had clumsily knocked it to the
floor, and before he could grab it, the blonde had bent over and picked it up.
Holding it behind her back, she had smiled up at him, her tone light and
playful as she had asked, “What’ll you give me for it?”
Bright blue pools looking
right at his face, smile curling her full red lips, cheeks lifted, and that
same smile making her eyes fucking dance, she had looked him in the eyes and
teased him. Exactly as a woman would do with a man she found attractive.
Without hesitation, he’d answered as he would have before the injury, boldly
stating the cost. Two words shaping his desires. “A kiss.”
Immediately, she’d responded,
“Deal,” and leaned forward, lifting her chin. Standing there in the grocery
store aisle, he had bent slightly, pressing his lips in a brief, soft,
closed-mouthed kiss to raspberry-flavored ones. Lips belonging to a beautiful
blonde who was curvy but carried it well, cute and knew it, standing close to
him in a strapless sundress still swinging slightly around her calves.
When he’d pulled back, she’d
held the pose for a moment, lashes a shade darker than her hair resting on her
cheeks, lips slightly parted, an adorable flush rising in her cheeks. Then her
blue eyes had opened, and she again looked at him without distaste or fear, no
cringing or hesitation in her expression. “Here’s your box,” she’d murmured,
and he’d reached for the container. She’d handed it over but had stayed in
place for a moment, then an expression of regret had flashed across her
features before she’d said, “See you around.” Ricky had stood there watching as
she’d walked up the aisle away from him, turning to offer him a friendly wave
before she’d gone out of sight, the hem of her colorful, swirling skirt the
last thing he saw.
He had abandoned his cart in
the store to follow her outside, noting the make and model of her car. Then,
like the sad sack he was, he’d stalked her all the way to her house on the
outskirts of town. He had been surprised to find she didn’t live too far from
his apartment, only four blocks. Rare beauty, and so close to hand. Her house a
tiny cottage tucked in alongside family homes in a well-established
neighborhood, an oddness for the area. A generation ago it was probably used as
a mother-in-law’s residence.
Back at the clubhouse that
night, it had been hours later, and he was still turning the encounter over and
over in his mind, trying to figure out what had actually happened. It was
confusing on many levels. He didn’t get flirty anymore. Didn’t get sweet. Sure
didn’t get kissed in public exposed under the too-bright lights of a grocery
store.
One of the guys had plied him
with booze and then worked to pry the story out of him. That was when she got
her name. They already called him Brute, a plain statement of his looks but one
that held surprisingly little sting, because it wasn’t done maliciously, but
supportively. His looks didn’t matter to them, and the name they dubbed him
with was a way for them to show it. So Brute’s Girl, well, that just came
naturally.
Since then he had watched her.
He didn’t think she had caught sight of him again. Probably harbored no memory
of the gift she had given him, but oh, how he watched her.
Now, sitting at a light
alongside a girl who was horrified just by looking at him, he snorted. Sure, he
could be a fairy godfather. Right.
Copyright © 2016. MariaLisa
deMora. All Rights Reserved.
 
 

 

 

Lone Star Warriors Outdoors donation
announcement
 
 
Novella Sales to Raise Money for Charity Benefiting
Veterans,
deMora announced Lone Star Warriors Outdoors (LSWO)
selected for yearlong donation efforts
 
Author MariaLisa deMora
announced the start of a yearlong literary charity effort today. With the help
of book bloggers and related social media she intends to raise money to help
support the Lone Star Warriors Outdoors nonprofit organization in their efforts
to assist combat wounded military veterans.
 
“Research for a number
of my fictional characters led me to interview military veterans from all walks
of life. So many of these warriors are struggling with Traumatic Brain Injury
(TBI), and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), in addition to devastating
physical injuries received while serving our country, most with minimal support
as they do so,” Ms. deMora continued. “I want to give back in a way
that will make an impact at the local level. Lone Star Warriors Outdoors is
focused on reconnecting individuals who were injured serving our country with
things they once loved: outdoors and hunting. There is an additional benefit to
bringing the warriors together for an organized excursion, because they are
provided with a priceless opportunity to bond with men who share their service
experiences. My family has a strong military history. All his life, my father
remained friends with men he’d served alongside during his 22-years in the Air
Force. I also saw the instant kinship he would find with virtually any serviceman
he encountered. There is a soul-deep camaraderie between men like that, and
Lone Star Warriors Outdoors (LSWO) recognizes and provides an environment where
that connection can thrive.”
 
Ms. deMora began her
self-published writing career in 2014 with the release of “Mica,” book #1 in
her Rebel Wayfarers MC (RWMC) series. Followed quickly by another several
books, this saga has inspired a spinoff series, as well as several short
stories and novellas. Her novella, “A Kiss to Keep You,” will be the foundation
of royalty-earning efforts on behalf of LSWO. With a story centered on the
struggles of a combat vet returning from overseas, the book is a natural fit
for this charitable campaign.
 
“I’m an advocate for paying
success forward. Or sideways. Or backwards. It’s important to me to ensure the
gifts I’ve been given are shared, in whatever fashion. During February 2016,
all royalties earned from sales of ‘Jase,’ book #4 in the RWMC series went to
support Puck Cancer, a charity that provides assistance to families dealing
with cancer diagnosis. That effort was very successful, and I’d like to build
on what I learned,” deMora said. “The tie-in for that book was that the main
character was a hockey player, which made an easy bridge from the book world to
the real one in order to help Puck Cancer. For this one, the hero is a wounded
veteran attempting to pick up the pieces of his life back home.”
 
For the period of one year,
half of all earnings from sales of “A Kiss to Keep You” will be donated to Lone
Star Warriors Outdoors, a tax exempt 501(c)(3) charitable organization located
in Tyler, Texas, near deMora’s hometown.
 
“Moderately priced, ‘A Kiss
to Keep You,’ is on the long end of the novella literary form, both things that
readers enjoy. The story’s sweet happily-ever-after ending should be a hit for
readers, too,” deMora continued. “Once I had the idea, I sat down and did the
math, and saw I could swing it to donate half of all earnings for this book to
the charity for at least a year. I’m so glad that Lone Star Warriors Outdoors
will benefit from this project. It’s a great cause.”
 
Starting November 21, 2016, “A
Kiss to Keep You” will be sold on all popular book retail platforms including
Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, Kobo, and Scribd. $2.99 per electronic
copy, $12.99 for paperback. Read more about the story at deMora’s website, www.mldemora.com.
 
MariaLisa deMora is a
best-selling author of eleven contemporary fiction and romance novels in three
series. Represented by MLK Publishing, her books and stories have topped
numerous categories at Amazon, and one short story has been listed in the
top-100 of its category for more than a year.
 
Lone Star Warriors Outdoors
mission is to say “Thank You” to our Nation’s combat Wounded and Injured
Warriors who have sacrificed mind and body in the fight on terrorism by
providing a fun and relaxing atmosphere while introducing or reconnecting and
teaching the American tradition of hunting, fishing and other outdoor
activities. Second to provide a time of mental healing or therapy by allowing
Wounded Warriors to meet others that have been in the same situation, allowing
each to talk about issues that only they understand.
 
Learn more about LSWO charity
at www.lonestarwarriorsoutdoors.com.

 

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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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