ROAMERby Janine Infante BoscoNomad #3Publication Date: June 13, 2017Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense
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Excerpt Prologue Roamer © Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved by Janine Infante Bosco.
Prologue
Present Day
Deuce
Death.
Many want to believe theyâll go peacefully in their sleep. After they have lived a long life, conquered their dreams and left their mark on the world.
No one wants to be murdered.
They donât want to suffer.
They donât want to scream and beg for a pardon.
A woman doesnât want to stare at the man who swore heâd love and protect her. She doesnât want to wonder why he wonât save her when there are four guns aimed between her eyes and one of them is his.
I can still feel her blue eyes pinned to me, silently willing me to do something. To rescue her. To be the man I promised her Iâd be. I remember watching the hope fade from those eyes as the seconds passed and the safety on the gun clicked out of place. I can still place the moment when the drugs wore off and clarity filled her blue irises as she realized the end of the line was approaching.
Death.
It has a sound.
Bullets flew through the air, traveling faster than the speed of sound, piercing the skin I used to kiss, the body I once worshiped.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Thatâs the sound of death.
Death also has a scent.
The gunfire died as blood poured from her body and stained the sheets. Gunpowder lingered in the air, mixing with the metallic scent of her blood creating the scent of death.
Death has a face too.
Worn features from a grueling life and lifeless blue eyes that a single tear falls from is the face of death.
Once a beauty, now a casualty.
The bible portrays death as a new beginning. If youâre a believer, once your blood dries and your body cools you think your soul will be lifted to Heaven. You wait for your Lord and Savior to welcome you into the afterlife where your every sin is repented and all the ugly shit that found its way into your life fades.
As a man who delivered death to those he called enemies, I never thought much about the scriptures in the bible. I didnât believe the Lord suffered and died on the cross at Calvary. And I sure as fuck didnât believe he rose on the Sunday that followed. But in that single moment, staring at the woman I loved, I wanted to be a believer.
I wanted to believe that wasnât the end.
Somehow, someway there would be more.
More of her.
More of me.
More of us.
In life, weâre given responsibilities.
In death, weâre given regrets.
A man can only pray to whatever hell he believes in that the two donât bleed into one another. For a man is a failure when his responsibilities become his regrets.
If heâs smart he doesnât do responsibility.
He lives free.
He dies free.
The dictionary defines responsibility as having the duty to deal with something or being held accountable for someone. Merriam-Webster fails to mention responsibility comes with the act of commitment. A person can assume responsibility, but he doesnât truly accept it until he commits his heart and soul to the duty or person.
A roamer cannot commit to anyone or anything, especially not a self-proclaimed cowboy who is destined to ride his chrome horse to his grave. No, a man like me, who is wanted dead or alive by his enemies, isnât meant to have responsibilities.
He isnât supposed to commit.
Heâs meant to travel the road paved for him by those who stole his soul and forced him into a life of sin. All the while he keeps pissing on the law as he eludes the men gunning for him and dodges bullet after bullet. He earns his patch and wears the title of an outlaw proudly.
He doesnât walk away from tragedy to find grace.
He never gets the fucking chance to find his ride or die girl, the one who stands by his side when his life is a mess.
And he sure as hell never gets to commit the perfect crime with her.
He doesnât get to claim her heart or watch as she steals his.
Unless the outlaw roaming is me.
Then he gets the girl.
He finds the Bonnie to his Clyde and laughs in the face of the devil.
I ease my conscience by telling myself I tried to fight the inevitable, that I warned Jack Parrish I wasnât the right man for the job. Still, he handed me all the broken parts of a tortured woman and made me the man responsible for piecing her together.
I couldâve walked away.
I couldâve handed him my patch and kissed Brooklyn goodbye.
Instead, I committed to the task with my heart and soul.
Because even after she ratted me out to Rush and got my ass abducted, I knew we were meant to be in one anotherâs life.
Like a lit match to gasoline, Ally and I were made to create fire.
Beautiful fucking fire.
The kind that lights up the whole world.
The kind of fire no one forgets.
The type you never escape.
She was an angel who lost her way to Heaven, dancing in chaos and pain. And me, I was the demon sent from Hell to make it all go away. In my quest to be what she needed, I broke rule after rule and watched a beautiful angel find her wings.
I forgot about the sound of death.
I forgot its scent.
And I allowed deathâs face to be a memory.
I laid Chelsea to rest and carved out a piece of my soul for her to keep.
Legend says when two souls are meant to be together, the devil will find a way to keep them apart. Being a man who tasted Satanâs tears and drank from his soul, I thought I had outsmarted him and escaped the halls of hell, but no sinner is ever truly free from consequence.
We all pay one way or another.
Some pay with their own lives, others pay with the lives of those they love.
Being a man who already lost one love, a man who watched one woman suffer and die before his eyes, the choice became simple. I chose her life over mine.
She says I saved her.
Tells me I showed her how to live again.
Maybe.
But her life is just getting started. She wonât truly live until Iâm gone.
Until Iâm a memory.
A place in time.
Lifting the bottle of whiskey to my lips, I drain the little thatâs left and glance around the motel room. I used to hate this fucking place, bitched to anyone of my brothers who would listen, but these four walls became mine and Allyâs home. Itâs here, in this room where she laughed for the first time in twelve years. Itâs at that broken-down table she sat and tasted sushi for the first time. Itâs through that bathroom door, inside the shower stall where she decided she wanted to create a bucket list. Itâs the fucking bed that is now full of weapons where she gave her body willingly. The bed where she learned sex could be something she enjoyed and not something she dreaded. The bed where she laid with me and watched the movie Bonnie and Clyde a hundred times until she knew every word by heart. Itâs this fucking room that lives and breathes the memory of the girl I fell in love with.
Itâs here.
In the depths of hell with no way out other than death.
Rearing my hand back, I throw the empty bottle and watch as it smashes against one of the walls.
âFuck,â I shout in agony as I swipe a hand over my face and fight for clarity.
In between the flashes of her smile and those intoxicating blue eyes, I find it.
I find my truth.
This is the end of the line and death is the wage of sin.
I take a step toward the bed and lift the bulletproof vest from the mattress. Clutching it in my hand, I stare at the guns scattered before me when I hear a knock on the door. Quickly, I slip my arms through the vest, secure it around my chest and reach for the closest gun.
Death has arrived and this time I am the face of it.
Striding toward the door, I pull the safety back on my gun and wrap my finger around the trigger.
âDeuce, open the door,â Ally pleads, causing me to pause mid-stride. âOpen the fucking door or Iâll shoot the lock off.â
Pulling it open, I glance over her shoulder at the empty parking lot. She pushes her way inside as I turn around and kick the door shut. Staring at her, I bite the inside of my cheek and lower my gun. She places her hands on her hips and her blue eyes are ablaze as they lock with mine.
Fire.
Beautiful fucking fire.
âThought I told you we were done,â I grind out.
âYeah, you said a lot of things, Deuce,â she hisses. âI thought Iâd remind you of some of them,â she says as she takes a step closer to me and purses her red lips. âOne of the first things you ever told me was that I should stop waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel. Remember that? You told me I should strike the fucking match myself.â
âAllyââ
âShut up, itâs my turn to talk,â she orders, closing the distance between us, poking her finger into my chest. âYou told me to live for me, taught me to find what I want in life and encouraged me to follow my heart. I listened and it led me straight here, back to you.â
âYou need to leave.â
âIâm not.â
âAlly, any minute this place is going to become a war zone. They know where I am, theyâre coming for me and they wonât leave without a body,â I shout, grabbing both of her wrists as I bend my knees and level her with a look. âThat body ainât going to be yours. Now, for fuckâs sake listen to me, you need to get the fuck out of here.â
âNo,â she shrieks, pulling free from my grasp. âI am not going anywhere, Deuce. I wonât leave your side,â she cries, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes. âI wonât do it.â
Ride or die isnât a phrase, itâs her.
Itâs Ally.
âI had a dream,â she whispers, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand. âI dreamt the whole world was burning in flames,â she continues as she turns toward the bed. Bending down, I watch her lift an 8 millimeter off the bed and turn back to me. âThe flames died, the ash settled. All that was left was you and me standing side by side.â
Silently, I reach for the Velcro securing my vest and peel it back before I shrug it off and charge for her. Holding the gun with one hand, I thread my other one through her hair and cup the back of her head.
âIâm sorry,â I rasp. âSo fucking sorry.â
âDonâtââ My lips fall over hers, cutting her off. I kiss her with everything I am and everything we couldâve been. I suck on her lip, slide my tongue inside heaven and take.
Take, take, take.
We make fire.
Beautiful fucking fire.
Then it happens.
The wind changes.
The storm rolls through.
The pipes sound.
The end of the line.
Pulling away from her, I hand her the vest and lean my forehead against hers.
âHowever this ends, whether Iâm dead or alive, I love you, Ally. Put the vest on and take cover behind the bed and do as I taught you. Donât think, just shoot. Fight to win. Fight to live,â I demand. âFight for tomorrow.â
The engines grow louder.
I step back as she puts the vest on before I check to make sure itâs secure. Pressing a quick kiss to her lips, I toss her another gun and tip my chin toward the other end of the bed. She does as sheâs told, drops to her knees on the side of the bed before she cocks her gun toward the window.
âLetâs ride,â I mutter as I grab the AK-47.
Before I can take cover behind the dresser, the engines die and the ambush begins as the bullets fly.
Spinning around, I pull the trigger repeatedly. Ally and I fire away aimlessly, fighting to see past the thick fog the gunpowder creates.
âI canât see,â she shrieks.
Stepping to the side, I keep my finger on the trigger and attempt to cross the room.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
âFuck!â I scream as a bullet pierces through my shoulder. My vision fades to default as pain sears through me. I force myself to push through, cross my good arm over my bad one and steady myself as I continue to shoot.
Something flies through the window and I watch in horror as flames instantly crawl up the curtains, signaling the harsh reality that the war is over. If we escape the fire, theyâll kill us before we have the chance to draw a breath.
âThe bed is on fire,â Ally cries. âDeuce, what do we do?â
Turning around, my eyes land on the center of the bed and the piece of leather burning. I donât need a closer look to know itâs mine. The charred patch stares back at me, offensively reminding me of where I came from, who I am and why Iâm about to dieâwhy Allyâs about to die too.
Before I can offer myself to them and hope they spare her, the fire spreads above us and the ceiling begins to buckle.
âGET DOWN!â
But Iâm too late.
The last thing I hear is Ally scream as the ceiling collapses over us and the amber flames burn bright.
Fire.
A fire that lit up the world.
A fire no one will forget.
A fire we couldnât escape.
¸.â¢Â´â¶SYNOPSIS¸.â¢Â´â¶Deuce: The first moment I stared into Allyâs tortured blue eyes, my subconscious knew Iâd never escape her. She called to the darkest part of my soul and made it impossible to ignore the strange pull I felt towards her. Some things are just meant to be. As long as we were both breathing, my heart would do time with hers. Like the famous outlaw lovers, Bonnie and Clyde, Ally and I committed the perfect crime. I claimed her heart, and she stole mine. I only meant to save her. To heal her. Now, my past threatens to ruin her. Wanted dead or alive, Iâve got her by my side and together weâll ride. Ally: I thought the world forgot me. That I had died at fourteen. But, I never knew life until I knew him. Rescued and healed, I found love in the face of an outlaw. Whether he fails or flies, Iâll ride until I die. Iâm his Bonnie and heâs my Clyde. A love as strong as ours will never die. ***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. This book deals with highly sensitive subjects, such as kidnapping and human trafficking. Please be aware of these triggers and keep them in mind while reading. Through all the sensitive subjects, the storm passes and the sky clears....there is a happily ever after waiting on the other side. ***#RideorDieLove #BonnieandClyde #RoamerDON'T MISS THE REST OF THE NOMAD SERIES.#JanineInfanteBosco #TheNomadSeries
***NOTE: DRIFTER & WANDERER can be read as STANDALONE novels. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***
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DRIFTER BOOK #1
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"Stryker"
Iâm a drifter. A man born to ride through this world alone. There used to be a time when I thought I was the rescuing type. I enlisted in the Marines and made it my dutyâI was going to save lives. I was going to be a true American hero. But God had another plan. Or maybe Satan did. For everything I touch finds mortality. Iâm no hero. Iâm nothing. Iâm a veteran biker, a former nomad who survived war only to live in hell. Now I ride with the Satanâs Knights of Brooklyn and Iâm drifting into a different kind of chaos. The kind that revolves around a pretty girl with intoxicating green eyes. A girl who has the power to turn me inside out. A girl who doesnât need anyone to rescue her because sheâs her own savior. Until sheâs not. But a man plagued by war and the devil inside him can never be her hero.
âGina Spinelliâ
Strong. Independent. Fierce. They are the three things I strived to be. But sometimes being successful can be lonely. Sometimes a girl just wants to be a girl and have someone take care of her. Maybe even love her. Sometimes the strong become vulnerable. Or worse, the victor becomes the victim. Sometimes we lose control or in my case, itâs stripped from you. Defeated. Broken. Haunted. They are the three things I have become. In my darkest hour, I admit defeat. In my darkest hour, I need one person. I need him. Stryker.
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WANDERER BOOK #2
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âCobraâ
Iâve lived two lives. One full of innocence and one full of sin. I mourned the perfect life I was born into and made it my duty to chase the phantom who stole it from me. Revenge, mayhem, and loss are all I know. I am the lone manâI am the wanderer. The former nomadânow, Satanâs deadliest soldier. The two worlds were never supposed to collide. Innocence and sin arenât made to coexist yet somehow my past bleeds into the present and I find myself facing my biggest regretâ¦I find myself face to face with herâthe girl who got away. The girl I let go. The woman Iâll ruin if I stay.
âCelesteâ
Our young love was marred by violence. Our guilt destroyed us, fate tempted us but, it was he who broke us. They say time heals all, but all time did was dull the ache of his abandonment. Now, dressed in leather, covered in ink the boy I mourned is now a manâa man tormented by his demons. In another life, we were everything to one another. In this life, weâre strangers.
***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***
AVAILABLE #FREE with #KINDLEUNLIMITED!¸.â¢Â´â¶ABOUT AUTHOR JANINE INFANTE BOSCO¸.â¢Â´â¶Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild. Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong-willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself. She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships sheâs made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.¸.â¢Â´â¶CONNECT WITH JANINE¸.â¢Â´â¶Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Goodreads | Newsletter | Amazon | Bookbub.¸.â¢Â´â¶SYNOPSIS¸.â¢Â´â¶Deuce: The first moment I stared into Allyâs tortured blue eyes, my subconscious knew Iâd never escape her. She called to the darkest part of my soul and made it impossible to ignore the strange pull I felt towards her. Some things are just meant to be. As long as we were both breathing, my heart would do time with hers. Like the famous outlaw lovers, Bonnie and Clyde, Ally and I committed the perfect crime. I claimed her heart, and she stole mine. I only meant to save her. To heal her. Now, my past threatens to ruin her. Wanted dead or alive, Iâve got her by my side and together weâll ride. Ally: I thought the world forgot me. That I had died at fourteen. But, I never knew life until I knew him. Rescued and healed, I found love in the face of an outlaw. Whether he fails or flies, Iâll ride until I die. Iâm his Bonnie and heâs my Clyde. A love as strong as ours will never die. ***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. This book deals with highly sensitive subjects, such as kidnapping and human trafficking. Please be aware of these triggers and keep them in mind while reading. Through all the sensitive subjects, the storm passes and the sky clears....there is a happily ever after waiting on the other side. ***#RideorDieLove #BonnieandClyde #RoamerDON'T MISS THE REST OF THE NOMAD SERIES.#JanineInfanteBosco #TheNomadSeries
***NOTE: DRIFTER & WANDERER can be read as STANDALONE novels. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***
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DRIFTER BOOK #1
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¸.â¢Â´â¶SYNOPSIS¸.â¢Â´â¶
"Stryker"
Iâm a drifter. A man born to ride through this world alone. There used to be a time when I thought I was the rescuing type. I enlisted in the Marines and made it my dutyâI was going to save lives. I was going to be a true American hero. But God had another plan. Or maybe Satan did. For everything I touch finds mortality. Iâm no hero. Iâm nothing. Iâm a veteran biker, a former nomad who survived war only to live in hell. Now I ride with the Satanâs Knights of Brooklyn and Iâm drifting into a different kind of chaos. The kind that revolves around a pretty girl with intoxicating green eyes. A girl who has the power to turn me inside out. A girl who doesnât need anyone to rescue her because sheâs her own savior. Until sheâs not. But a man plagued by war and the devil inside him can never be her hero.
âGina Spinelliâ
Strong. Independent. Fierce. They are the three things I strived to be. But sometimes being successful can be lonely. Sometimes a girl just wants to be a girl and have someone take care of her. Maybe even love her. Sometimes the strong become vulnerable. Or worse, the victor becomes the victim. Sometimes we lose control or in my case, itâs stripped from you. Defeated. Broken. Haunted. They are the three things I have become. In my darkest hour, I admit defeat. In my darkest hour, I need one person. I need him. Stryker.
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WANDERER BOOK #2
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¸.â¢Â´â¶SYNOPSIS¸.â¢Â´â¶
âCobraâ
Iâve lived two lives. One full of innocence and one full of sin. I mourned the perfect life I was born into and made it my duty to chase the phantom who stole it from me. Revenge, mayhem, and loss are all I know. I am the lone manâI am the wanderer. The former nomadânow, Satanâs deadliest soldier. The two worlds were never supposed to collide. Innocence and sin arenât made to coexist yet somehow my past bleeds into the present and I find myself facing my biggest regretâ¦I find myself face to face with herâthe girl who got away. The girl I let go. The woman Iâll ruin if I stay.
âCelesteâ
Our young love was marred by violence. Our guilt destroyed us, fate tempted us but, it was he who broke us. They say time heals all, but all time did was dull the ache of his abandonment. Now, dressed in leather, covered in ink the boy I mourned is now a manâa man tormented by his demons. In another life, we were everything to one another. In this life, weâre strangers.
***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***
AVAILABLE #FREE with #KINDLEUNLIMITED!¸.â¢Â´â¶ABOUT AUTHOR JANINE INFANTE BOSCO¸.â¢Â´â¶Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen, she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of the Screen Actors Guild. Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an emphasis on family bonds, strong-willed female characters, and alpha male men who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans and fellow avid romance readers like herself. She is proud of her success as an author and the friendships sheâs made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.¸.â¢Â´â¶CONNECT WITH JANINE¸.â¢Â´â¶Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Goodreads | Newsletter | Amazon | Bookbub.
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