NO MORE TALKING!
Just keep reading for a steamy excerpt from Shifting Gears by Janine Infante Bosco...
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They’re called one-night stands for a reason. If you’re lucky, there’s a lot of mind-blowing sex and then you never have to see or speak to the person again. It’s fun and uncomplicated. In my case, Bash hightailed it to the airport the next morning so I definitely never expected to run into the former prospect for the Charon MC again. But when his mother passed, he dragged his pipes all the way from Texas to New York, and now he’s crashing at the Satan’s Knights clubhouse. Which also happens to be where I work and the scene of our one-night crime. If I thought forgetting the orgasm champ was hard before, it just became damn impossible.
Grief can shake a man, make him question his whole damn life and have him taking chances he never thought he’d take. Chances like moving to Staten Island, New York. Chances like prospecting for a new club. Chances like being around a certain fiery bartender who has been in my head since we shared one incredible night. Even though I should be completely focused on earning my colors, there’s a part of me that wants to chance chasing Lydia Gallo for more than one night. I want to break down her walls and uncover every one of her secrets...patch be damned.
*Editorial note: Shifting Gears is the first book in the Satan's Knights Prospect Trilogy and is a spin-off from Khloe Wren's Charon MC universe. It can be read and enjoyed as a standalone.*
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“If you want to leave, now would be a good time because I don’t trust myself right now.”
I blink, letting his words register.
“What happens if I stay?” I whisper the question as he turns my palm over and drags his mouth lazily over my skin.
“If you stay, I’ll kiss you.”
“Bash…”
“It’s okay,” he murmurs, diverting his attention to my chest. “I can be patient, just not with your nipples this close to my mouth.”
A nervous laugh escapes my throat as he winks at me and soon his hands move back to rest on my hips. With a gentle squeeze and a guttural groan, he involuntarily pushes me away.
“I’ll walk you down to your car,” he says as he rises from the foot of the bed. A sense of panic washes over me and I grab his arm in a desperate attempt to keep him still.
“What about your sheets?”
He raises an eyebrow.
“What about them?”
“Didn’t you need me to help you with them?”
He looks at me thoughtfully for a moment before shaking his head.
“No, I just wanted to see you sprawled across them. Preferably naked, and coming repeatedly, but beggars can’t be choosey. I would’ve been happy just having you in my bed.”
Apparently, we’re both done with the false pretenses. My cheeks flush as I blow out a breath.
“Repeatedly,” I croak.
“Yep.”
“You don’t play fair,” I groan, licking my lips as I stare at his mouth.
“Sure, I do,” he argues. “I’m giving you an out.”
Realizing I’m staring, I lift my gaze to his and curl my fingers around his arm. My nails dig into his skin, but he doesn’t flinch. He keeps those blue eyes intently on me and I swear to God, he sees right through me. All my fears. Every insecurity. The life of a victim and the rebirth of the woman I strive to be.
“I don’t do relationships.”
“And I don’t share.”
“What’s that mean?”
He shrugs his shoulders.
“If I’m fucking you, I’m the only one who is.”
Mouth agape, I blink.
“You think I’d--”
“No, but if you’re laying your cards on the table it seems only fair that I do the same.”
I nod, loosening my grip on his arm.
“We’re really doing this? I mean, you’re not leaving tomorrow so for however long you decide to stick around, you’re going to have to see me.”
“Darlin’ that ain’t a hardship.”
“That came out wrong,” I say, closing my eyes as I try to gather my thoughts. “We can do this and if you decide you don’t want to do it again, you’ll still have to face me because I work downstairs and I really need my job, Bash. I can’t afford--”
“Shh,” he says, cutting me off by gently touching a finger to my lips.
“I’m not a dick, Lydia.”
I know that. If I’m being truthful, I’ve known it since that first night. I think that’s another reason I’m so scared to give into my attraction for him. A woman can easily fall for a charmer. I’m proof of that. But when she starts putting the broken pieces together, arranging them to fit the woman she needs to become, she can fall even harder for the man who wholeheartedly gives himself to her. She’ll realize he’s not like all the others that broke her heart. She’ll love the way he makes her feel and cherish the way he looks at her. She’ll wish for him to love her. For him to heal her. She’ll let go of the demons that plague her and the dreams she thought were lost, will resurface with him as the leading man.
“No more talking,” I whisper, meeting his gaze.
-Shifting Gears, © Copyright 2019 Janine Infante Bosco
About Janine:
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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