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Friday, March 17, 2017

IndieSage PR Presents: Wanderer by Janine Infante Bosco; #BlogTour, #OutNow, #Review, #Giveaway

by Janine Infante Bosco
Nomad #2
Publication Date: March 7, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense
Rating:  4 Stars
Told in the first person.  Alternating Persons.

Disclosure of Material Connection:  I received this book for review from IndieSage PR and the author.  I was not compensated nor was I required to write a positive review.  The opinions I have expressed are my own.  I am posting this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255:  "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising".



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.


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.

*NOTE* Each book in the Nomad series can be read as a STANDALONE.

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My Thoughts:

Jagger “Cobra” Richardson wants to settle an old score.  He’s also a very sad man who seems to have the weight of the world on his shoulders.  There’s no way that you can’t feel his pain coming off the page.  Celeste Spinelli is trying new experiences.  Her past had both happy and sad moments.  Our author creates a couple that used to be sweethearts who now are living with regrets.

As the story progresses, the author lets you know the ages of Cobra and Celeste and at times that just adds to the sadness of this tale.  This book shows the darker side of being in an MC and that includes the violence.  The men of this MC are men who live with violence every day and you can tell that they are a little rough around the edges.  Just like these men, expect gruff and graphic language.

I found slight evidence of a tie in to the first book in the series.  I know that this could be considered a standalone but if you really want to understand The Nomads you may want to read this series in order.  For me, I found this to be a very serious story but there were moments when it was lightened up a bit.  It fit that this was serious since Cobra was a very grave character.  But this is what makes this a page turner because you want to know if Cobra was able to find just a little bit of happiness out of a life that had so much tragedy.  You get your money’s worth with this author because you get not one but two epilogues.  It makes you wonder if this is our author’s way of teasing her readers.  Is it a way to get you ready for the next book in the series – which is another reason to read these books in order.


Excerpt – “Sin with me.” – (naughty content)
© Copyright 2017 All Rights Reserved by Janine Infante Bosco.

“Sin with me, Celeste,” I whisper against her throat.
Her hands tremble as they take hold of my face and pull me back to her. She stares at me for a moment, searching for something.  I have no idea what that something is, but I pray she finds it.
“I never stopped sinning with you,” she murmurs before slamming her mouth over mine. She takes and takes, matching every burn of my tongue with hers, branding me the same as I have branded her time and time again. Then she gives.
She pulls away from my mouth and flips over. Hands splayed against the cotton sheets, knees firmly planted and ass perched for me, offering me the opportunity to make every fucking fantasy I’ve had over the years my reality. My chest tightens as I crawl over the mattress, eating the space between us. Leaning over her, I take her hips forcefully and rock my dick against her ass. Her nails claw the sheets as I push my dick between her ass cheeks, torturing us both with promise.
“Cobra.” It’s a plea, a curse, a fucking wish.
I close my eyes, trail my hands up to her body and clutch the cap of her shoulders, manipulating her until she arches and pushes her round ass against me. One hand snakes around her neck, the other digs into her hair as I nudge my dick lower, skating over her pulsing cunt.
Sweet, sweet cunt.
Sinfully delicious.
I fist her hair and pull her back as I drive my cock into her. The scream she releases renders me motionless and for a moment I think it’s too much, that I’ve crossed a line and hurt her.
“More,” she cries.
Fuck yes.
My hand slides from her throat and closes over one of her breasts. They used to be enough to fill my hands and now my hand feels small in comparison. I roll her nipple between my fingers, twisting until she’s screeching and bucking her hips.
That’s it, gorgeous, lose yourself in sin.
Feel it.
Breathe it.
Fucking own it.
I comb my fingers through her hair and rear my hand back, slapping her ass as I pull out and slam back in. Her pussy swallows every inch of me, tightening and constricting—my cock a prisoner between her walls.
“More,” she demands.
Gritting my teeth, I fight to keep control of my head and fuck her right and not recklessly.
My hips don’t comprehend the difference as my pelvis slaps against her ass hard and fast. My palm itches to redden her other cheek, instead I reach around her and tease her clit with my fingers. Playing her, tuning her, waiting for her to hit the high notes.
“You still want more?” I pant, flicking my finger over the bundle of nerves exposed by the swollen lips of her pussy. “Tell me what you want, Cel? Need to hear that mouth get filthy for me.”
“I want more,” she stammers. “Everywhere.”
I drag my fingers away from her and lift them to her lips.
“Suck,” I command.
She does as she’s told, taking my already wet fingers between her lips.
In and out, my fingers mimic every thrust of my cock.
My head spins.
My balls ache.
I’m losing it.
Knowing I can’t go much longer, I take my fingers from her mouth and slip them between her ass cheeks.
A promise is a fucking promise.
“I can’t hold out anymore,” she stutters, pulling on the sheets as her hips buck. I barely get a finger inside before I feel her pussy squeeze my dick. She hangs her head as she chants my name over and over.
Sin, gorgeous.
Grunting, I slide my finger out, grab her hips and fuck her with everything I have. A flash of wild abandoned pleasure rushes through me as I fight to breathe…to see. My hips snap along with my mind as my sin spills into her and a flash of heaven blinds me.
Too much.
Not enough.





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.

***NOTE: DRIFTER is a STANDALONE novel. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***





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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