* Cover Reveal * Parrish by Janine Infante Bosco

12/17/2018

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.•´✶Blurb.•´✶

It’s not a wicked world that drives a man to sin, it’s a deranged mind. Baptized in dirty water by Satan himself, I’ve spent my whole life fighting the good fight, searching for the light in the darkness of insanity. Now, the light I’ve basked in for so long is finally dimming and the time has come for me to take my final bow before the curtain closes on my sanity.

After making a deal with the district attorney and providing my club with full immunity for the crimes we’ve committed, I have twenty-four hours to remind my wife, Reina, why she fell in love with a bastard like me before I turn myself in and break her heart.

But twenty-four hours isn’t enough.
Not for me and certainly not for the Devil.

Tragedy strikes, and my world implodes. It’s lights out for Jack and Reina and a man can’t survive without his sunshine. Engulfed in darkness, consumed by the crazy, I’m a weapon of mass destruction, ready to wreak havoc on the wicked world.
Word to the wise—proceed with caution, motherf*ckers.
The Bulldog is back!

.•´✶Excerpt•´✶ © Copyright 2018 All Rights Reserved by Janine Infante Bosco.

“I didn’t realize you would be joining us today, Mrs. Parrish,” the district attorney, Matt Ritzer, says, tearing his eyes away from me to glance thoughtfully at my wife. Turning my head, I watch Reina lift her head and stare at the man looking to lock me up and throw away the key. Without responding, she tucks a golden strand of hair behind her ear and for a split second I forget we’re in a room full of attorneys and federal agents. I forget we’re teetering on the edge of a sentence and imagine fisting those locks as I bend her over the table and fuck her raw.
Raw and hard.
Wild and reckless.
Like a ruthless savage, branding her over and over so that long after those iron bars close in on me, Sunshine feels me between her legs.
“I go wherever he goes,” she says calmly, forcing me back to reality. Without looking at me, she reaches for my hand and laces our fingers together. “Until you take him away from me and I no longer can.”
To the room full of suits, her voice is strong—her words cunning but I hear the despair laced with every syllable and I feel her hand slightly tremble against mine. It forces my gaze downward. Dripping in faded ink and silver rings, my fingers intertwine with hers. Pale, dainty and perfectly manicured—that’s my Sunshine.
The beacon of light in my dark and cruel world.
Lifting my head, the voices around us fade and I just stare at her profile, cementing her delicate features to my failing mind. I remember the first time I saw her face, the first time she acknowledged my existence. Her dull eyes called to me, beckoning me to dig deeper and discover the heart and soul of their owner.
Her soul was broken, that I knew but, her heart—I never expected it to be as generous as it’s been and I sure as fuck never thought I’d be the bastard she gave it to. She saved me the trouble of stealing it because come hell or high water I would’ve taken it, anyway.
I’m selfish like that.
Always taking what I don’t deserve.
Dirtyin’ up the clean.
Tainting the pure.
Corrupting the innocent.
Playing God with everyone who comes into my life. Reina never stood a chance with me as her acting messiah but, fuck if I don’t love her. For every bit of wrong I’ve done in my life, I must’ve done something right for her to stick with me.
You can say it’s because she loves me but, I’m no fool and I’ve lived enough life to know love isn’t always enough. Another woman would’ve run for the fucking hills. Another woman would’ve committed my mentally deranged ass. And another woman wouldn’t be sitting next to me holding my hand as I break her heart and destroy our lives all for the sake of brotherhood.
It’s more than love.
It’s salvation.
It’s knowing you were born to complete the other half of someone. It’s finding the remedy to heal your fractured soul, to piece together the broken parts and make them whole.
“There’s always visitation,” my lawyer whispers to her. That’s when she breaks her stare with the district attorney and turns her eyes to me. I watch them fill with tears and I lean into her, lifting my free hand to her face. I pull her closer, touch her forehead to mine and give her what she needs to hear.
“You,” I murmur, taking us back to the beginning.
Back to basics when two words defined a lifetime.
After a beat, she nods slightly and returns the gift, giving me what I need to serve my impending sentence.
“Me,” she assures.
Always her.
Clearing his throat, Ritzer commands my attention. Releasing a growl, I pull back and slice my gaze to the man sitting across from me.
“We’ve gone over the deal legal counsel has proposed and are willing to negotiate the terms,” he says, sliding a stack of papers across the mahogany table. Before I can lift a finger, my lawyer reaches over and takes the proposal.
Still holding Reina’s hand, I lean back in my chair and watch intently as my five hundred dollar an hour lawyer skims the deal.
“I thought he said it was solid?” Reina whispers.
Squeezing her hand, I don’t respond. Instead, I clench my jaw and wait for someone to tell us what’s going on. The room goes silent as my lawyer continues to flip through the pages and then it happens…
The voice of my maker calls in the distance.
You’re fucked Parrish.
“Fifteen years?” Reina shrieks, releasing my hand. Her outburst drags me away from my mind and the two words that we weren’t expecting to hear. “No one said anything about fifteen years,” she cries, turning her attention to me.
Not willing to see the heartache reflected in her eyes, I cowardly keep my attention focused on my attorney, hoping he pulls a rabbit out of his hat or creates a miracle of some kind. Jeffrey Holden has gotten rich over the last two decades but he’s also kept my ass out of prison.
Every dog has its day, Bulldog.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I struggle to fight the voice inside my head. That vile bitch who loves to drag me down to hell any chance she gets.
“Jack,” Reina croaks next to me, demanding answers. Blinking, I slice my eyes back to hers, watching as she angrily wipes at the tears falling down her cheeks. I know the thoughts running through her head because they’re exactly the same as mine.
Like me, she’s calculating the age our son will be when I’m released and already mourning the years I’ll miss of his life. My chest starts to ache as I picture the boy I’m leaving behind and the grown man he’ll be in fifteen years. I’m losing out on all the moments I never got to share with his brother who was taken from the world too soon.
Then, there’s also the promise to teach him all the things in life a boy needs to learn in order to become a man that going away will force me to break.
Reina’s also thinking about my daughter Lacey, wondering if her mind will withstand this latest blow to our family and acknowledging the fact that the baby, she’s carrying won’t know its grandpa. Again, I close my eyes and allow myself a moment to recall walking my daughter down the aisle, kissing her cheek and giving her hand to the man I trusted most in the world. My throat constricts with emotion just as it did on her wedding day and one cherished memory bleeds into another, taking me back to yesterday when she shared her sonogram photo with me.
I finally let myself look at Reina—really look at her. I memorize her features and pray to whatever god will listen that while I’m alone, rotting in my cell my mind will allow me to remember all the many expressions her beautiful face has gifted me over the years. May I always recall the sound of her laugh and the sweet fucking sounds she makes when she comes undone.
You’re going to lose her, Parrish.
She’ll never wait.
“Ten years,” my lawyer counters. “Or we go to trial and leave it up to a jury to decide.”
“That’s fine with me,” t Ritzer fires back. “We take it to court and your client can wind up doing anywhere between fifteen to life.”
“Jack,” Reina whispers, reaching for my face. “Are you with me?” she questions, searching my eyes for a sign that I haven’t drifted over to the darkness.
“I’m with you,” I rasp, wrapping my hands around her wrists.
“Your client is being charged with murder in the first degree. Now, we’re being generous here. The deal is fifteen years and full immunity for the club.”
Prying Reina’s hands off me, I glare at the suits sitting across from me.
“Do I need to remind you of my client’s medical condition?”
When in doubt, pull the crazy card.
“Twelve years, full immunity for the club and his private doctors are allowed to treat him inside,” Holden continues.
Mulling it over, the Ritzer leans back in his chair, quietly conferring with the two assholes sitting on either side of him. Knowing these men hold my fate in their hands is enough to get my blood boiling and the wheels turning inside my deranged head. I envision inflicting pain on them and tearing their world apart. I want their wives to cry at night and their kids to wonder when and if they’ll ever see their fathers again.
Once a fucking sinner, always a sinner.
“Thirteen years and full immunity for the club. As far as his medical treatment goes that will be up to the warden to decide. However, I assure you, Mr. Parrish will be treated for his condition.”
Thirteen years is better than fifteen and I turn my gaze toward my lawyer, waiting for him to agree or disagree. He looks at me then Reina and back to me, giving me a slight nod.
“Take the deal,” he says.
Thirteen fucking years.
One hundred and fifty-six months.
Four thousand, seven hundred and forty-five days.
Turning once more to my wife, I brush her hair away from her eyes and watch as she lifts her tear stained face.
This woman. This beautiful woman I never deserved, saved me. Day after day, night after night, she provided me with a steady place I could let go of my defenses. When the darkness consumed me, she brought the sunshine. Part of me wonders if she regrets it. If she looks at me and sees all the consequences loving me has brought to her life. After all, doesn’t every good woman eventually tire of giving their love to someone who does nothing but chip away at their spirit. It’s only a matter of time before my good woman realizes she was drowning trying to save a man who only kept pushing her head under the water with every bad decision he made.
“We’ll make it work,” she assures.

.•´✶ABOUT AUTHOR JANINE INFANTE BOSCO¸.•´✶

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.

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~⭐~ Cover Reveal w/Giveaway ~⭐~ Riding The Edge by Janine Infante Bosco ~⭐~

7/17/2018

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¸.•´✶Riding The Edge.•´✶ (A Satan’s Knights Novel)

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Publication Date: August 7, 2018

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.•´✶Blurb¸.•´✶

Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, something extraordinary comes along that knocks you on your ass...

“Wolf”

I’m a simple man with simple values. You either love me or you hate me, but the ones who need me, always got me. I’m the self-proclaimed Wolf of the Satan’s Knights MC, the beast who will fight his way out of any dark alley to defend your honor. The brother you call upon when you’ve lost your faith in humanity.

However, secrets and lies are the cancer of a man’s soul. Exposed, they will eat away all that is good and leave nothing but destruction in their wake. They’ll prove the best intentions sometimes fail and leave you questioning your life’s choices.

Now, searching for a purpose, I find myself facing the ride of my existence with a woman just as jaded as me. As she fights the biggest battle of her life, I want to be the man who stands by her side. The man who ain’t afraid to ride the edge of misery because he knows there is something beautiful on the other side…

“Maria”

I’ve prevailed against the mob, a deadbeat ex-husband and the woes of being a single mother. While someone else may have wished for a different life, I believe I’m stronger for everything I’ve endured. I’m someone who speaks her mind and fights for what is right. A woman who will smack you upside the head with a frying pan and ask questions later.

Terrified of love, I’m an otherwise fearless woman.

Until a doctor solemnly diagnoses me and my strength falters.

Now as fear engulfs me, an unexpected man dressed in leather, holds out his hand.

As a woman who never needed anyone, I suddenly need him.

His assurance.

His strength.

His love

***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. Not recommended for people under the age of 18***

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☠ Cover Reveal w/Giveaway ☠The Devil Don't Sleep by Janine Infante Bosco

6/1/2018

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¸.•´✶The Devil Don’t Sleep.•´✶

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.•´✶Blurb Reveal¸.•´✶

Sometimes we must let go of what was, appreciate what remains and fearlessly embrace what comes next.

Sebastian “Bas” Born to a family of outlaws, I was destined to ride with the Satan’s Knights MC. With mayhem and havoc in my blood and chaos living deep in my soul, I learned the Devil don’t sleep. You never hear him creeping and he often comes disguised as everything you ever wanted. I was just teenager when she first showed, masquerading as the girl of my dreams. A whiskey shootin’ spitfire who knocked me on my ass and helped me turn the town upside down. The girl who stole my heart with her smile and never gave it back. The same bitch who ruined me and turned my blood to ice. It's been six years since I turned my back on Mac, my family and my club. I’ve pushed her to the back of my head, wrote everyone off and damned the Kentucky charter to hell. But, where God built a church, the Devil built a chapel. Now, her life is on the line and it's clear I’m still a sucker for her gorgeous chaos because I’m the one riding to her rescue. Mackenzie “Mac” I often dreamed of what it would be like to stare into Bas’ blue eyes again. To hear his raspy voice whisper his love for me and feel his strong arms around me. After all, it’s always been in his embrace that I felt the safest. In my dreams, he abolishes my sins and forgives me for breaking both our hearts. But this is no dream. I’m running from a nightmare and the one running with me, looks at me with enough anger to burn the world to ash. Once upon a time, we were in love. Once upon a time, it was us against the world. Once upon a time, he didn’t look at me and see the Devil. If only he knew the truth. If only he knew the Devil was a broken angel with tattered wings. An angel who sacrificed her heart and soul for him. ***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, offensive language, and mature topics. Not recommended for people under the age of 18***

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.•´✶ABOUT AUTHOR JANINE INFANTE BOSCO¸.•´✶

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 she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.

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☠ Cover Reveal & Giveaway ☠ From the Ruins by Janine Infante Bosco

8/7/2017

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FROM THE RUINS

(A Satan's Knights Novel)

by Janine Infante Bosco

Publication Date: September 26, 2017

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¸.•´✶SYNOPSIS¸.•´✶

Pipe

In every man’s life there comes a day of reckoning. It’s the day darkness is exposed and sinners are punished for their trespasses.

A day when loyalty is destroyed and a man is left in ruins.

When he walks away from his club and loses his religion.

Whoever said from the ruins they will rise again never walked a mile in my shoes or the pair of red ones I was left holding.

Layla

He’s bitter, cold and angry.

He’s seen his share of heartache.

Lived through tragedy and despair.

He’s my neighbor.

The man I know should stay away from.

The man who will destroy what’s left of me if I get too close.

He’s Lee Jameson, and I’m Layla Milano.

This is our story.

The story of two people left in ruins forced to rise again.

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Stalking down the wooden steps, I cross my lawn to hers and prepare myself for another argument. Deciding I should’ve dragged my ass back to bed and damned the world to hell, I pound my fist against her front door.

Let that punk kid give me lip.

Or better yet, let her husband get in my face.

I’ll welcome them to the neighborhood.

The door swings open and my gaze travels downward to the pipsqueak staring up at me like I’m the big bad wolf.

Great.

“Uh, hey, kid,” I start, running my fingers through my hair as a pair of big brown eyes level me.

“You’re the man from last night,” she says, shaking her little finger at me. “The man on the lawn who broke my mom’s car.”

“I didn’t break your mom’s car,” I grind out.

“But Tommy said—”

“Look, kid is your mom or dad home?” I ask, cutting her off, not really looking to go head to head with some little half pint. Huffing, she crosses her arms against her chest and rolls her eyes dramatically.

“We don’t live with daddy anymore. He and mommy are divorced,” she reveals, uncrossing her tiny arms as she plants her hands on her hips and angles her head. “Dad is living in our old house which sucks. Shit, don’t tell my mom I said sucks. She gets all pissy when I curse but it’s not really a curse right? I mean you should hear some of the things that come out of my mom’s mouth.”

Jesus, this kid.

Rubbing my temples, I look past her hoping to find her mother but the mud wrestler ain’t nowhere in sight and the kid continues to ramble on, revealing all her mama’s secrets.

“Tommy says we’re here because mom can’t afford a house in the city,” she adds. “But, I think it’s also because mommy hates daddy and wants to be far away from him.” Her lips straighten into a thin line as she glances down at the floor seeming to be in deep thought. “That sucks too,” she mutters with a frown.

Dropping my hands from my face, I shove one into my pocket and stare at her. Not sure what to say, not really understanding why the fuck I care, I press my finger under her chin and lift her eyes to mine.

“Divorce sucks kid,” I tell her.

“You said sucks,” she says.

“Yeah, you did too,” I point out, watching as the frown fades from her lips. Lifting her chin, she studies me curiously. Having a pair of little eyes on me, eyes that are full of wonder is a sobering moment for a bastard like me. It makes me think about how I’m perceived in the eyes of a child.

My thoughts are quickly jarred when I hear half-pints mother shriek from deep inside the house. Then I hear her other two kids shout and before I realize what the fuck I’m doing, I’m following the little girl into the house. Running into the kitchen, the kid comes to a complete stop and I stand behind her, taking in the chaos.

Water spurts from under the sink like a waterfall and the mud wrestler holds a pot in front of her as if to catch the fucking water. The older boy grabs another pot and tries to help his mother while the other girl covers her face with her hands.

“Make it stop,” the girl cries.

“I don’t know how!” the mother shrieks, emptying the pot into the sink. Her son goes sliding across the floor and she’s quick to grab his wrist before he hits the floor as the water rains down around them making it clear they’re fucked.

Stomping through the puddles soaking the kitchen, I brush past them and kneel underneath the sink to turn the water valve off. As I twist it closed, I spot the busted pipe. Suddenly the commotion comes to a standstill as the water trickles off and silence fills the kitchen. Slipping my head out from under the sink, four sets of eyes peer back at me like I’m a fucking unicorn. Wiping my hands along the front of my shirt, I focus on the mud wrestler as she seems to be the least judgmental of the four.

“The main pipe under the sink cracked. I shut the water off for now,” I explain as she continues to stare at me in disbelief. Unable to help myself, I take her in too. Dressed in a pair of pajamas with her hair piled high on top of her head, she’s quite a looker. The thin tank top of her pajamas is soaked, molding to every curve of her body, revealing a narrow waist and hips that a man holds onto. Lifting my gaze higher, my eyes zero in on her tits. Her nipples are hard and fully visible through the wet shirt, leaving nothing to my imagination. It’s hard to believe the tall boy standing next to her is her son or that any of these children came from that body.

Forcing my attention away, I reach for the towel hanging on the back of one of her chairs and toss it in her direction.

“Might want to cover up,” I tell her, eyeing the boy standing behind her, wearing the same stumped expression as his mother.

Recovering she catches the towel and crosses her arms against her chest, hiding her perfect tits from my view. Last night it was too dark and I was too drunk to notice her hazel eyes or how full her lips are. My gaze meets hers and I realize the view up top is just as sweet as everything from the neck down.

“What—how did you get in here?” she stammers, finally finding her voice. I raise an eyebrow, waiting for her to thank me for stopping the waterfall in her kitchen but she just looks at me expectantly.

“I let him in,” the half-pint offers.

Instantly, her brother turns to her and lectures her claiming the role as man of the house.

“You can’t be letting strange men in the house, Lexi,” he reprimands, wringing out his t-shirt.

Half pint rolls her eyes to the heavens before looking back at me.

“What’s your name?” she questions innocently.

It’s a simple question yet I stare at her as if she asked me if I knew the cure for cancer. My first instinct is to tell her my name is Pipe but I’m not that man anymore. I’m not the man who got his road name because he made pipe bombs his club sold back in the day. I don’t ride with the Satan’s Knights anymore.

“Lee,” I mutter. “The name is Lee, kid.”

She steps forward and offers me her little hand.

“I’m Lexi,” she reveals as I awkwardly shake her hand with my massive paw. Then she drops my hand and turns to her brother. “Now, Lee isn’t a stranger anymore, Tommy.”

“Okay, parties over kids,” the mud wrestler declares. “Jenna, take your sister upstairs and help her get dressed.”

“Why do I have to help her? She’s five.”

“Because I said so,” she replies exasperatedly. Cringing as the words leave her mouth, she turns to her eldest child. “You too, Tommy.”

“I’m not dressing Lexi.”

“Go shower, now,” she orders. “We need to get a move on.”

The two girls prance out of the kitchen but Tommy remains still, sizing me up much like he did last night. It’s clear the kid is protective of his mother and since half pint squealed all her mama’s business, I can respect the kid for stepping up. I hold his gaze and jut my chin, giving him a silent vow that all is good here.

“Tommy,” my neighbor repeats and the boy finally tears his eyes away. A moment later he reluctantly leaves the kitchen. “Thank you for turning the water off,” she says once we’re alone and I turn my attention back to her

I nod, letting my eyes roam over her, wishing she’d uncross her arms now that her kids are out of sight.

“But you didn’t come here to fix my plumbing and I don’t see you as a member of the welcoming committee so I’m confused as to why you’re standing in my kitchen.”

“Your car is blocking my driveway.”

“You mean the car your friends smashed?”

“That’s the one,” I reply, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans. “If you’re planning on going into town you’re going to want to fix that bumper first. The fucking troopers up here won’t think twice about giving you a citation.” I pause, angling my head slightly as I continue to take her in. “I’m guessing that’s the last thing you need right now.”

Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink as her eyes narrow in anger. Grinding her teeth, she drops her arms and draws in a deep breath as she balls her hands into fists.

“And how would you know what I need?” she bites back.

Oh, I know what she needs. Any man with a pair of working eyes can tell this woman is wound tight. She needs to release some of that tension inside her. She needs to get fucked until she can’t remember her name let alone her troubles but I doubt she wants to hear that.

“Your daughter has loose lips,” I say instead. “Might want to tell her not to spill your business to strangers.”

“Thanks for your input but I think I’m going to pass on the parenting advice from a man who had two half naked girls on his lawn in the middle of the night—both who are probably young enough to be his daughters.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I remain impassive as she studies me with her those judgmental eyes of her.

I’m used to people’s remarks. Being a biker, I’ve had my share of assumptions made about me. Everyone thinks they know everyone. You take one look at a person and swear you’ve got them all figured out. At times, I myself have been guilty of the offense. It takes years of making the wrong convictions and learning from each mistake to realize you never truly know a person until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes.

“I’ve got everything under control,” she adds and for a moment I wonder who she’s trying to convince.

“Suit yourself, killer,” I retort with a shrug and push off the counter.

“Layla,” she whispers before sighing. “My name is Layla not killer,” she adds, emphasizing the name by adding air quotes.

“Good to know,” I say as I start towards the door. “Get your car out of my driveway, killer.”

Then without another word, I step out of the kitchen. I’m halfway toward the front door when I hear her curse and my lips quirk slightly.

Half pint was right.

Her mother has a filthy mouth.

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☠Cover Reveal & Giveaway ☠Roamer (Nomad Series, #3) by Janine Infante Bosco

5/8/2017

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ROAMER

by Janine Infante Bosco

Nomad #3

Publication Date: June 13, 2017

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense

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Prologue

Present Day

Deuce

Death.

Many want to believe theyâ€™ll 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 donâ€™t want to suffer.

They donâ€™t want to scream and beg for a pardon.

A woman doesnâ€™t want to stare at the man who swore heâ€™d love and protect her. She doesnâ€™t want to wonder why he wonâ€™t 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 Iâ€™d 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!

Thatâ€™s 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 youâ€™re 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 didnâ€™t believe the Lord suffered and died on the cross at Calvary. And I sure as fuck didnâ€™t 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 wasnâ€™t the end.

Somehow, someway there would be more.

More of her.

More of me.

More of us.

In life, weâ€™re given responsibilities.

In death, weâ€™re given regrets.

A man can only pray to whatever hell he believes in that the two donâ€™t bleed into one another. For a man is a failure when his responsibilities become his regrets.

If heâ€™s smart he doesnâ€™t 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 doesnâ€™t 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, isnâ€™t meant to have responsibilities.

He isnâ€™t supposed to commit.

Heâ€™s 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 doesnâ€™t 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 doesnâ€™t 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 wasnâ€™t 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 couldâ€™ve walked away.

I couldâ€™ve 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 anotherâ€™s 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 deathâ€™s 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 Satanâ€™s 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 wonâ€™t truly live until Iâ€™m gone.

Until Iâ€™m a memory.

A place in time.

Lifting the bottle of whiskey to my lips, I drain the little thatâ€™s 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 Allyâ€™s home. Itâ€™s here, in this room where she laughed for the first time in twelve years. Itâ€™s at that broken-down table she sat and tasted sushi for the first time. Itâ€™s through that bathroom door, inside the shower stall where she decided she wanted to create a bucket list. Itâ€™s 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. Itâ€™s this fucking room that lives and breathes the memory of the girl I fell in love with.

Itâ€™s 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.

â€œFuck,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.

â€œDeuce, open the door,â€ Ally pleads, causing me to pause mid-stride. â€œOpen the fucking door or Iâ€™ll 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.

â€œThought I told you we were done,â€ I grind out.

â€œYeah, you said a lot of things, Deuce,â€ she hisses. â€œI thought Iâ€™d remind you of some of them,â€ she says as she takes a step closer to me and purses her red lips. â€œOne 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€

â€œAllyâ€”â€

â€œShut up, itâ€™s my turn to talk,â€ she orders, closing the distance between us, poking her finger into my chest. â€œYou 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€

â€œYou need to leave.â€

â€œIâ€™m not.â€

â€œAlly, any minute this place is going to become a war zone. They know where I am, theyâ€™re coming for me and they wonâ€™t leave without a body,â€ I shout, grabbing both of her wrists as I bend my knees and level her with a look. â€œThat body ainâ€™t going to be yours. Now, for fuckâ€™s sake listen to me, you need to get the fuck out of here.â€

â€œNo,â€ she shrieks, pulling free from my grasp. â€œI am not going anywhere, Deuce. I wonâ€™t leave your side,â€ she cries, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes. â€œI wonâ€™t do it.â€

Ride or die isnâ€™t a phrase, itâ€™s her.

Itâ€™s Ally.

â€œI had a dream,â€ she whispers, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand. â€œI 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. â€œThe 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.

â€œIâ€™m sorry,â€ I rasp. â€œSo fucking sorry.â€

â€œDonâ€™tâ€”â€ My lips fall over hers, cutting her off. I kiss her with everything I am and everything we couldâ€™ve 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.

â€œHowever this ends, whether Iâ€™m dead or alive, I love you, Ally. Put the vest on and take cover behind the bed and do as I taught you. Donâ€™t think, just shoot. Fight to win. Fight to live,â€ I demand. â€œFight for tomorrow.â€

The engines grow louder.

I step back as she puts the vest on before I check to make sure itâ€™s 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 sheâ€™s told, drops to her knees on the side of the bed before she cocks her gun toward the window.

â€œLetâ€™s 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.

â€œI canâ€™t see,â€ she shrieks.

Stepping to the side, I keep my finger on the trigger and attempt to cross the room.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

â€œFuck!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, theyâ€™ll kill us before we have the chance to draw a breath.

â€œThe bed is on fire,â€ Ally cries. â€œDeuce, what do we do?â€

Turning around, my eyes land on the center of the bed and the piece of leather burning. I donâ€™t need a closer look to know itâ€™s mine. The charred patch stares back at me, offensively reminding me of where I came from, who I am and why Iâ€™m about to dieâ€”why Allyâ€™s 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.

â€œGET DOWN!â€

But Iâ€™m 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 couldnâ€™t escape.

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Deuce: The first moment I stared into Allyâ€™s tortured blue eyes, my subconscious knew Iâ€™d 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, Iâ€™ve got her by my side and together weâ€™ll 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, Iâ€™ll ride until I die. Iâ€™m his Bonnie and heâ€™s 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. ***

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"Stryker"

Iâ€™m 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 dutyâ€”I 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. Iâ€™m no hero. Iâ€™m nothing. Iâ€™m a veteran biker, a former nomad who survived war only to live in hell. Now I ride with the Satanâ€™s Knights of Brooklyn and Iâ€™m 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 doesnâ€™t need anyone to rescue her because sheâ€™s her own savior. Until sheâ€™s not. But a man plagued by war and the devil inside him can never be her hero.

â€œGina 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, itâ€™s 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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â€œCobraâ€

Iâ€™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 manâ€”I am the wanderer. The former nomadâ€”now, Satanâ€™s deadliest soldier. The two worlds were never supposed to collide. Innocence and sin arenâ€™t 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 herâ€”the girl who got away. The girl I let go. The woman Iâ€™ll ruin if I stay.

â€œCelesteâ€

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 manâ€”a man tormented by his demons. In another life, we were everything to one another. In this life, weâ€™re strangers.

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"Stryker"

â€œGina Spinelliâ€

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â€œCobraâ€

â€œCelesteâ€

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☠Cover Reveal & Giveaway ☠WANDERER by Janine Infante Bosco

2/6/2017

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WANDERER

by 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.

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Wanderer Excerpt

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Present 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.

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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 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 • Goodreads • Newsletter • Amazon

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10/8/2016

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DRIFTER

by Janine Infante Bosco Nomad Series #1 Publication Date: November 8, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense

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I’m 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 duty—I 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. I’m no hero. I’m nothing. I’m a veteran biker, a former nomad who survived war only to live in hell. Now I ride with the Satan’s Knights of Brooklyn and I’m 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 doesn’t need anyone to rescue her because she’s her own savior. Until she’s not. But a man plagued by war and the devil inside him can never be her hero.

Gina Spinelli 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 it’s 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. ***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***

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DRIFTER EXCERPT

Silence. It engulfs me, provides me with a false sense of security the moment I close my eyes and drags my subconscious into the depths of sleep. But, it’s quickly ripped from me by the sound of plagued screams. A woman shouts with a foreign tongue and though I don’t understand the Afghani language I know beyond a shadow of a doubt she’s yelling for her innocent child to run, to seek shelter and for the man with the laser pointed at the child’s head not to shoot. I am the man with the sniper rifle. I am the man perched on a roof, with my finger firmly wrapped around the trigger. And that bitch just sent her fucking child to play in the sand with a bomb strapped to his back. For a moment, I want to believe she’s not playing me—that her kid isn’t a ploy in some sick terrorist plot. I ignore the sounds of my men commanding me to take my shot, insisting that time is of the essence and if I don’t do it, I’m betraying my country. I loosen my finger around the trigger and open both my eyes and watch the boy lift a handful of sand through the scope attached to my rifle. He opens his palm and spreads his fingers wide letting the grains of sand fall through them before he looks back at his mother. She shouts more of that foreign bullshit and I wish I could get my hands on her and slice her tongue from her mouth. It’s the final thought that crosses my mind before I pull the trigger and watch the boy fall back into the sand as my bullet pierces him between his eyes--innocent eyes that were once wide with wonder now are dull and lifeless. Sweat beads along my brow and I can feel the bile rise up my throat as I wait. Everything around me fades as I stare at the boy in the sand. I lose myself and question my purpose, my mission, my platoon—everything. The bomb doesn’t go off and I swallow the lump lodged in my throat. I frantically peer into the scope, moving it to the right in search for the mother. I picture the Virgin Mary cradling her lifeless son that was pulled from the cross and wait for the woman dressed in black garb to do the same but she’s nowhere in sight. Before I can divert my eyes back to the boy the blast erupts robbing me the opportunity to look into his eyes one final time because his head has been blown off his body and the fragments of him are now one with the sand he was playing with. This is war. And this is hell. All that’s left is the sound of my own screams vibrating through my body, deafening as it pounds my eardrums and invades my head. It’s those very screams that pull me from my sleep night after night and why I’ve given up on getting a full night’s rest, using my bed only to fuck and even that didn’t happen too often. Until her. I used to pound my dick into any willing pussy, never bringing them into my bed, believing I didn’t need that false sense of hope that I’m normal when I’ve got a woman wrapped around me, begging to spend the night in my arms after I’ve thoroughly fucked her—only for her to realize I’m fucked in the head when I wake her up screaming like a little bitch. Yeah, I didn’t need that shit. Hell, I didn’t want it. Until her. But I’ve learned my lesson and I’ve learned it the hard way. It’s the reason I’m sitting in a chair in the corner of a fucking filthy motel—waiting for the sun to rise as I stare at the battered and bruised woman in my bed, when all I want to do is climb in next to her and pull her into my arms—take away her pain and forget mine. I clench my fists and keep them pinned against the arms of the chair as I take in the dried up blood on her naturally pouty lips—lips that skimmed every inch of my body and I crave every night since. I tear my eyes from her mouth and zero in on her closed eyes—eyes I know are pale green. Eyes once vibrant with life and mischief are now going to be full of torment and fear—when the swelling goes down and she can fucking open them again. Her long brown hair is splayed across my pillow, matted with blood and knots from being fisted and pulled, leaving her scalp sore and just as bruised as the rest of her. I let my eyes travel the length of her, knowing the body she’s hiding behind her clothes matches her face in color and shame. A knock sounds on my door and I tear my eyes away from the restless beauty, squirming between my sheets—wishing its pleasure that has her twisting and not torment. Torment can’t be erased, it can’t be silenced—that shit sticks with you. It lives inside you and destroys you, fractures your soul and rips your life to shreds. I may have rescued her tonight but the woman in my bed is as good as dead. Her soul has been taken, chewed up and spit out by the men who attacked her—when she wakes up all she’ll know is grief. She’ll mourn the life she had and wish the one she’s left with ends.

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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 she’s made in the book community but her greatest accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.

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7/25/2016

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Eternal Temptations

by Janine Infante Bosco Tempted #6 Publication Date: August 23, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Mafia, Romance

Synopsis: You’ve seen them through their most illicit temptations.

Guided them through their forbidden temptations. Stuck with them through their uncontrollable temptations. Owned their reckless temptations. And survived their lethal temptations. Five couples. One threat. Who will survive the eternal temptation? Just when the men of the Pastore crime family and the brothers of the Satan’s Knights MC, think they can rest easy—a danger no one saw coming threatens to destroy everyone’s perfect life. The men of the mob are resurrected and the boys in leather are back. It’s time for one final ride. And for you to ask yourself one last time… Are you tempted? NOTE: This is the final book in the Tempted series. Eternal Temptations can be read as a stand alone novel.

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EXCERPT: Blackie & Lacey

“Open the door, Lace,” I demanded, bracing my arms over the frame. “C’mon girl,” I coaxed. She was quiet for a moment before she replied. “It’s unlocked.” I dropped my hand to the door knob, turning it before glancing over my shoulder— fuck it. I pushed my way inside, closing the door and twisting the lock before I turned around and got a view of the sexiest woman I ever laid eyes on. Legs for days. She wore a white lace thong paired with garter belts clipped to sheer thigh-high stockings with matching lace trim. The bra she wore lifted her already perky tits and pushed them over the sheer material so they appeared to be spilling from the cups. “Girl,” I hissed, my eyes meeting hers in the mirror. “So, you think it’s time I trade in your t-shirts and start parading around the house in these kind of get-ups?” She laughed, obviously nervous as she bit her lip. I didn’t answer her with words. Gave her my eyes and let them answer for me. Yes. Fuck yes. “Turn around,” I ordered, taking a step closer, swallowing up the space between us. “Blackie,” she whispered, turning around and locking her eyes with mine. “Wanted me on my knees, girl,” I growled, dropping down on one knee, pressing my palms against her thighs, forcing them apart before dropping my other knee down on the floor. “Got me right where you wanted, right where I belong.” I brushed my hair away from my face before palming her pussy over the lace and inching my index finger beneath the material. “What if she comes back?” “Then she’ll know she did her job properly,” I told her, shoving the lace away from her pussy and reaching behind her with my free hand. I squeezed her ass and brought her sweet cunt to my mouth, my tongue taking a lap down her center. “My Lace, so fucking good, so fucking pretty,” I muttered in between strokes of my tongue. She grabbed onto my shoulders, fisting the leather in her hands as I peeled back her lace and took my fix. Leather and Lace. A temptation so sweet— a man drops to his knees just to survive.

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4/27/2016

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Lethal Temptations by Janine Infante Bosco Tempted, #5 Publication Date: May 24, 2016 Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance, MC Romance

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Synopsis: BLACKIE My name is Blackie, I’m the vice president of the Satan’s Knights MC and I’m an addict. I’ve been trading one addiction for another for as long as I can remember. I make no apologies for my addictions, nor do I try to hide them. Until my latest addiction threatens to destroy not just me but her. For the first time I want to fight the need and not gravitate towards it. I try to deny it and not succumb to it but I’m a prisoner to her purity. I’m Satan’s soldier, a demon dressed in leather. She’s an angel, innocent and full of light, she’s my lace. Leather. Lace. Me. Her. A temptation so lethal neither of us may survive but, every demon craves an angel. Guide me to the light. Take me from the dark. Give me back my life. Let me share yours. They are the selfish words of an addict and they are my truth.

LACEY PARRISH My name is Lacey Parrish and I have a secret, one I’ve tried to deny for a long time, one I’ve tried to spare the world from. I am a manic-depressive. Just like my dad. Some days I’m high on life. Most days I try to escape it. People think they know me, they think they see me but the truth is no one knows who I really am. No one sees the real me… a broken girl with a mind that betrays her. Except Blackie. He’s my savior, the man who silences my maker. He’s my knight in shining armor, the man who puts my life before his. He’s my leather and I’m his lace. Two broken souls that have the power to heal one another. This is our story, an unapologetic tale full of temptations. A love story called Leather and Lace.

EXCERPT - LETHAL TEMPTATIONS

This was Lace. My angel. And I was the reason she looked so conflicted. There was no maker to blame, just me. Say it. I see you. “I see you, Lace,” I whispered. “A lot of good that does me,” she replied. I shook my head. “No good at all,” I affirmed as I extended my hand, taking hers and pulling her against me. “You’d be better off if I never laid eyes on you,” I added, squeezing her hand before I lifted my free one to her cheek. “Too late,” I hissed. “Cause girl, I see you and now I can’t fucking forget you,” I admitted. The song changed on her iPod and music filtered through the speakers. I watched recognition spark in her eyes as she turned her attention to the speaker. “Did you ever hear this song?” She asked softly, her voice blending into the music. “No,” I said, taking a step toward her, bending my knees and bringing us to eye level. I leaned my forehead against hers, taking our joined hands and bringing them behind her to rest against the small of her back. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing but I couldn’t stop. My lips grazed her temple as she pressed her body against mine, dropping our joined hands to wrap both her arms around my neck. “Listen to the words,” she demanded. You’re saying I’m fragile I try not to be I search for something only I can’t see “Will you dance with me?” Her voice pleaded as she whispered the question. I learned then that even the toughest motherfuckers had weaknesses and mine was standing in front of me asking me to dance. I didn’t fucking dance. But now I did. My feet surrendered my soul, taking the steps to bring me closer to her and give her what she needed. I’ve been feeding off her light for so long, taking the sweetness of her greedily because I’ve become addicted to the hope she sparks in me. Hope that there was a shred of decency buried beneath the leather. Repay her. Give her back her wings. Make it better. Looking at her now, the selfish reasons that brought me here faded away and are replaced by the need to put her first. To put her before me, to give her back her light and pull her from the sadness that had her crying in solitude. Just this once I could do the healing and not the reaping. My hands moved down her back, cupping her ass beneath the t-shirt that barely covered her and I rocked her against my body. “Blackie,” she whispered. “Lacey,” I groaned. “I didn’t come here for this,” I said, slipping my fingers beneath her lace panties. “I know why you came here,” she said, pulling back a fraction as her gaze dipped to my lips. “But I will do everything I can to change your mind,” she promised. It wouldn’t take much.

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