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WANDERERby Janine Infante Bosco Nomad #2 Publication Date: March 7, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense
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SYNOPSIS: Cobra I’ve 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 man—I am the wanderer. The former nomad—now, Satan’s deadliest soldier. The two worlds were never supposed to collide. Innocence and sin aren’t made to coexist yet somehow my past bleeds into the present and I find myself facing my biggest regret…I find myself face to face with her—the girl who got away. The girl I let go. The woman I’ll ruin if I stay. Celeste 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 man—a man tormented by his demons. In another life we were everything to one another. In this life we’re strangers.
#WANDERERWanderer ExcerptProloguePresent Day As a boy, I identified desperation as a narcotic, something toxic that defined a man as weak. It was the sense of hopelessness I saw in my old man’s eyes every time the cops knocked on our front door. It robbed him of his ability to think straight and made him crave vengeance. For my father, desperation was his confirmed resignation on life. As a man, my views have changed and I now identify desperation as an act of war. The fundamentals of war are someone wins and someone dies trying but it is the cause, not the death that makes the martyr. My cause is simple. It’s driven by the ice in my veins. Fueled by the blood in my eyes. Sparked by the hate in my soul. My cause is retribution. I’ve been grooming myself for this battle since I was fourteen years old, since Vladimir Yankovich first took my sister. Back then, he didn’t have a face, nor did he have a name and by the time I discovered who was responsible for the tragedy that claimed our lives, the Russian cocksucker had already taken more from me by brutally killing my parents. I became familiar with desperation and morphed into the same hopeless man my father used to be. I wandered alone, hunting a faceless stranger for years, adding to my list of immoralities but never got my due vengeance. I gave up before I signed away on my confirmed resignation too. Resolving that all the sins I committed chasing the Devil would eventually catch up with me. Life only lets you get away with inflicting evil for so long. Sooner or later we all pay the price and when you get the bill, you better be prepared to pay. Today I got the bill and I’m paying for my sins but I’m not the only one--she’s paying too. With the heart of an angel and a soul so pure, I was sure she was sent from Heaven. So sweet. So innocent. She brought light into my life and I knew the moment I laid eyes on her I would never love anyone the way I love her. He knew too. Now, he’s taken from me again and I’ve become the man I feared being. I’ve become my father. And desperation has claimed me because I won’t let history repeat itself again. I won’t let Yankovich take from me and live to tell. Not this time. Not ever again. This is war and there is only one victor. All men have fears but the ones that are brave, place their fears down and go forward. Sometimes death is the only victory allowed. Lucky for me, I’ve never been afraid of dying. I used to think I’d die for my club, that the patch on my back was worth the sacrifice, but it’s that patch that’s led Satan to my doorstep. It’s the stitching that reads Brooklyn that has made my angel become Yankovich’s next target. Stripping the worn cut from my shoulders, I toss it to the ground as my boots pound the pavement and I run through the shipping yard. Alone, defying my brotherhood, chasing retribution I spot the boat anchored at the end of the pier. My father’s voice rings in my ears, reminding me to listen to my gut, schooling me on intuition. Intuition knows the game and has your best interest at heart. What my father should’ve taught me is retribution and bad decisions go hand in hand. He should’ve taught me not to be reckless because one reckless mistake is about to cost me the sweetest, the purest love I’ve ever known. One mistake can cost me her. The distinct rumble and roar of straight pipes echoes behind me and I know the men I once called my brothers have arrived and their duty isn’t to save me but to kill me. They can try but, they gotta catch me to kill me. Rounding the dock, I see Yankovich’s men running towards the boat. Without hesitation, I take my father’s advice and follow my gut, dragging the strap of my automatic shotgun around my shoulders. I lift the gun, wrap my finger around the trigger and ignore the voices behind me. “Cobra, stand down!” Riggs shouts from behind me. “Get back!” Blackie demands. Fuck them. I continue taking long strides along the wooden dock, closing in on my mark—deciding execution style is the way I’m going to deliver them to Hell but I’m too slow. They spin around, draw their weapons and unleash their bullets in my direction. Shot after shot. Clip after clip. Bang! Bang! Gun powder fills the air, mixing with the dense fog, making it impossible to see my targets or the bullets headed straight for me or the ones whizzing through the air from behind me. Blindly, I fire back, keeping my finger on the trigger as I have a showdown with death. Voices shout around me in both a native and foreign tongue. In front of me, my last rites are given to me in Russian. Behind me, orders of war are declared. “Riggs, press the fucking button,” Blackie bellows. “Cobra, get down!” Riggs shouts. “Do it now!” Blackie commands. “No,” I scream at the top of my lungs as I drop my gun. Spreading my arms wide, I close my eyes and offer myself to both sides of the fence, praying they take me and spare her. A million smiles flash before my eyes. Every single one I’ve tallied through the years. All belong to Celeste except for the final one. It’s the smile of an innocent child. Big blue eyes, pure and full of wonder, stare back at me asking me—pleading with me to rescue her from the ugly world. Save me, daddy. It’s her face I’ll die remembering…the beautiful face of my daughter. Helpless, spent and defeated, I drop to my knees as the blast reverberates through me and the sky lights in hues of orange and red. I open my mouth to scream but the voice I hear isn’t my own. “NO!” “Get back, Celeste!” Blackie barks. I close my eyes. “JAGGER!” Bullets tear through my skin. Blood pours from my wounds. But I don’t feel a thing. Numbly, I open my eyes and stare down the dock into the flames of Hell. Once the wanderer, I am now the martyr.#WANDERINTOCHAOSABOUT JANINE INFANTE BOSCOJanine 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 she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul. Website • Facebook • Twitter • Pinterest •ENTER THE GIVEAWAY
MY SWEET VILLAINTINE – A VALENTINE'S COLLECTION OF DELICIOUS DARKNESS Happy f*cking Valentine's Day. That's what your favorite sexy-as-sin villain would say to you, right? And he'd probably say it with one hand around your throat and your dress bunched around your hips. It’s doubtful that he’ll buy you flowers. He definitely won't serenade you. But there's a good chance he'll tie you up and spank you if you ask nicely. And the only jewelry you'll be getting? Is a pretty pearl necklace. Unless you count the rope bracelets he threads around your wrists when he straps you down and f*cks you until you forget your own name. Leave the chocolates and the jewelry to the good guys. It's time to go dark side this Valentine's Day. ****** My Sweet Villaintine – a collection of dark tales from some of your favorite dark romance authors… Skye Warren T.M. Frazier Callie Hart Lili St. Germain Shari Slade
Title: The Last Call
Series: MMG Series No. V
Author: RB Hilliard
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Welcome to The Last Call.
Where Max and Ellie finally get their end game and Gage and Piper reap the benefits from not letting go.
Welcome to The Last Call.
Where Dillon and Isabella realize what one more time really means and Kurt and Joss are flipped right side up.
Welcome to The Last Call.
Where Cas and Sarah figure out how to keep it simple and Harry and Polly take a chance on love.
Welcome to The Last Call.
Where friends come together as family and family means everything.
Welcome to The Last Call.
Where new beginnings are just around the corner…
RB Hilliard lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with her husband and two children. Her love of the written word led her to pursue a degree in English and later a career as an academic language therapist. In 2012 she took a break from teaching and began writing her first novel, His End Game. Hilliard has published five books in her MMG Series, as well as Utterly Forgettable, a romantic comedy and Fractured Beat, the first in her Meltdown Series.
We are so excited to share with you covers for GRIP and FLOW, the prequel, by Kennedy Ryan! FLOW releases on February 25 and will be totally FREE! GRIP releases on March 2nd straight to #KindleUnlimited! Celebrate the reveals with a $25 Gift Card GIVEAWAY (Winner’s Choice)! ENTER HERE: https://www.facebook.com/KennedyRyanAuthor ➡Add GRIP on GR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31207572-grip ➡Get #GRIPPED (Be notified by email about cover reveal & release): https://app.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/s5e6j4 ➡Check out more information here: http://kennedyryanwrites.com/grip/ GRIP Synopsis: Resisting an irresistible force wears you down and turns you out. I know. I’ve been doing it for years. I may not have a musical gift of my own, but I’ve got a nose for talent and an eye for the extraordinary. And Marlon James – Grip to his fans – is nothing short of extraordinary. Years ago, we strung together a few magical nights, but I keep those memories in a locked drawer and I’ve thrown away the key. All that’s left is friendship and work. He’s on the verge of unimaginable fame, all his dreams poised to come true. I manage his career, but I can’t seem to manage my heart. It’s wild, reckless, disobedient. And it remembers all the things I want to forget.************************************************************ FLOW (The GRIP Prequel) – Releasing FREE a few days before GRIP! If I could undo your kisses If I could un-feel your touch If I could unhook this heart from yours I would But I’m trapped in the memory of what we were Stuck with the reality of what we are Tempted by the promise of a future Afraid of possibility I don’t know how our story ends, but this – this is where it started.About the Author: Kennedy loves to write about herself in third person. She loves Diet Coke...though she's always trying to quit. She adores her husband...who she'll never quit. She loves her son, who is the most special boy on the planet. And she's devoted to supporting and serving families living with Autism. And she writes love stories! For updates, new releases, giveaways and other adventures, subscribe to her newsletter: https://app.mailerlite.com/webforms/landing/j9u8i3You can learn more at: Facebook | Book Group | Bookbub | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads | Google +| Pinterest | Amazon My name is Carly Porter... And I’m really good at bad decisions.How do I know this, exactly? Well, not including the time I accidentally bleached my eyebrows or sprained my ankle changing a lightbulb...I had sex with my best friend’s brother.Zeke Elliott has been a thorn in my side for eleven years. A very sexy, very tempting, very freaking annoying one. With big…hands.And now my clitoris has a crush on the guy.Seriously. I can’t look at him without my vagina performing accidental kegels. Which would be fine, but he’s Cain’s brother. I hate him. He’s off limits, right?Right.PRE- ORDER NOW AMAZON US | AMAZON UK | AMAZON AU | AMAZON CA | B&N | iBooksBy day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies—usually wine—and writes books. Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love. She likes to be busy—unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life. SIGN UP FOR ALL NEW RELEASE INFO!FACEBOOK / TWITTER / GOODREADS / AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE
Title: Jared’s Family
Series: Sequel to The Gift and Sam’s Temptation (can be read as a standalone)
Author: V.S. Morgan
Genre: m/m, Interracial, Contemporary, Western
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Cover Designer: Tibbs Design
Release Date: February 14, 2017
After witnessing his mother’s death, a once outgoing preschooler is now a quiet shadow of himself. The little boy suffers nightmares and rarely speaks, choosing to use the basic sign language he learned in daycare. Desperate to help his little nephew, Virge Stevens takes a leave of absence from the LAPD to bring Donovan, known as D to Montana for the therapy he needs. A chance meeting at the library changes Virge and his nephew’s lives forever. Jared Malone is one of five brothers, right smack damn in the middle. He is the peacemaker and the one who gets shit done. When his younger brother gets sick, Jared fills in reading to small children at the library. There he encounters a tall, dark, and handsome stranger and his cute little boy. Jared is immediately drawn to Virge but is still dealing with the betrayal of an abusive ex. As the Malone family welcomes them to the ranch and into their lives, Virge’s instant attraction for Jared grows, but the cowboy is fifteen years younger than him. Will he be rejected? Both men have secrets. Secrets that could destroy the connection between them. Can they overcome the odds and find happiness together?
Another blond cowboy stood in the middle, working with a horse. He had a long rope around its neck, guiding it around the ring at a quick clip. The shirtless cowboy spoke in a firm yet quiet tone. Virge nearly choked on his tongue, eyeing the golden skin and muscles on display. This was their cowboy.
The man whistled, and the horse stopped. He rubbed its shoulder, his back to them, as they reached the ring’s split-rail fence.
“Daddy!” D shrieked, and the horse whinnied and shied, bumping into the man as it swung around.
“Whoa, easy, Spike,” the cowboy soothed.
Virge struggled to prevent his nephew from launching out of his arms while the cowboy calmed the large, skittish animal. He’d never been near a horse and was struck by its size and power, which the other man skillfully controlled. As the cowboy turned, Virge saw a tattoo on his chest. A redwing blackbird with a rainbow-hued ribbon dangling from its beak. His heart beat a little faster seeing the colorful ink. Could he be gay? The cowboy handed the rope to a dark-haired man before pulling on a T-shirt that stretched tight over those muscles. He suppressed a disappointed sigh.
Nate chuckled. “You’ve got some explaining to do, bro.”
“Hi, I’m Jared. I remember you from the library.” He approached with a rolling gait Virge found extremely sexy and offered his hand after wiping it against his denim-clad thigh. Damn, he was built all over and tall, just an inch or two shorter than his own height.
Virge shook his hand, hyperaware of the firm grasp of warm, work-hardened skin. “I’m Virge, and this is Donovan. He goes by D.”
“Glad you could make it out—”
“Why did he call Jared daddy?” Nate interrupted.
“He calls all men daddy and women mommy. If he especially likes someone, he adds their first names. D doesn’t talk much, so he must like Jared.” What about this cowboy had inspired his nephew to talk?
V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, teen son, and a menagerie of pets.
She's been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily-ever-afters - even for two hot men - because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes IRMC contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart.
V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.
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