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Tuesday, March 6, 2018

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


LONER
by Janine Infante Bosco
Nomad, #4
Publication Date: February 25, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense
Rating:  4.5 Stars
Told in the first person.  Alternating person.
#TheRideToHell


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".

SYNOPSIS:

Linc

A man who can’t visualize his future will always revert to his past.
To where he came from and all the ways he failed.
The murder and mayhem that changed his life and darkened his soul.
The legacy of who he is will burn through his veins and ominously guide him to hell.
A place where he pays not only for his sins but the sins of his father as well.
A hustler by nature, a loner by choice, I am the spawn of Satan.
I am Lincoln Brandt and I am the son of Cain.

Kelly

Reckless and rebellious, I’ve spent most of my life running away from one mistake only to chase another.
At the end of my rope with nowhere left to turn, I’m about to make the biggest one of all.
Face to face with the bastard who broke me, I lay it all on the line for him.
My heart and my life.
Heaven is overrated and the ride to Hell doesn’t have to be lonely.
The stakes are high.
The risk great.
It’s do or die.
Together we’ll ride.
Forever we’ll burn.

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My Thoughts:

The author has started this book with a Dear Reader letter.  Just like her writing, she tells it like it is.  She may not come right out and say it but if you’ve not read this series you don’t want to start here.  You may want to start with her Tempted series where you can meet the Satan’s Knights.

Lincoln “Linc” Brandt tells it like it is.  If I have one piece of advice it would be for anyone that has a sensitive stomach.  Linc’s descriptions are very graphic so you may want to watch what you eat as you’re reading.  He shows us that not everyone has an easy life.  It’s not something that everyone talks about or really wants to know about either.

Kelly Scotto is a young woman trying to see how much she can get away with. That is until she meets Linc. She’s another one that will tell it like it is. You also begin to hope that her life, and that of Linc’s, will be better than what their parents had – but it’s not going to be easy.

Don’t go into this expecting a happy put a smile on your face kind of story.  It’s a story that is raw, in your face, violent, and a total eye opener.  I found it to be one of those books that if it were made into a movie I would hold on to a pillow for dear life and have it up over my eyes but I wouldn’t be able to help myself and would have to peek over the top just so I wouldn’t miss a thing.  There are glimmers of hope here too because even though Linc has a very tough life he’s found a ray of sunshine in what otherwise might have been a dark existence.  I found the ending to be bittersweet.  Some might say that it’s happy but is it really – especially when you think of the story as a whole. 


EXCERPT:

Linc – POV
I meant to say the words as a warning to her body knowing the moment I drove my dick into her sweet pussy, I would never be the same. There is something about Kelly, something that makes me lose any sort of common sense. The girl is a pro at smashing down my walls, making me believe I’m worthy of all the things Sally stole from me the day he taught me I wasn’t invincible. The day I learned I was destined to be alone.
Staring into her eyes, having her spread before me ready and willing to give me everything I craved, the warning took on a different meaning.
I could break her.
Ruin her.
My cock heavy, begging my mind to shut down, I pause between her legs.
“I can take it,” she murmurs, sliding her hands down my back. Squeezing my ass, she lifts her hips.
If anyone can take the wrath of me, I want to believe it’s her. I want to trust Kelly’s resilience is a match for the doom I carry wherever I go. I want to feed off her strength and let go of the pain that weighs me. The nightmare that haunts me.
I want to bury myself so deep there is no way out.
My hips plunge forward and my cock pushes through her wet folds. Eyes wide, lips part, she gasps at the intrusion. Pausing, I reign myself in and feed her my length slowly. She stretches for me, pulling me in and I bend my head to take her nipple into my mouth when the sound of someone’s fist pounding on my door forces me to pause.
“Shit,” I grunt, hanging my head miserably. Unable to stop myself, I slide another inch deeper and a guttural moan passes her lips encouraging me to fill her. To fuck her until she can’t breathe. Until she can’t fucking walk. Until the motherfucker on the other end of that door gets lost.
“More,” she pleads.
Not an hour ago she was worried someone was going to catch her naked in my room. Now, she’s hungry for it and fuck me, if that don’t make me want her more.
Burying my face in her neck, I push deeper.
“Fuck, I want to stay inside you forever,” I growl against her throat.
The fist slams against the door again.
Fuck you.
“Open the fucking door, Linc,” Wolf bellows from the other side.
At the sound of his voice, I pull out of his niece knowing my cock is about to be severed if he catches us. To make matters worse, Kelly jolts upright and stares at the door like a deer caught in headlights. Scrambling to get off the bed, I snap my fingers breaking her trance.
“Get up,” I hiss.
“He’s going to kill you,” she says, turning to me.
“Thanks babe,” I mock, grabbing a pair of sweats.
“You better be dead in there,” Wolf growls.
“Give me a minute,” I shout. Shoving my swollen dick into the waistband of my sweatpants, I pull a t-shirt from the drawer. Kelly gets up and circles the bed in search of her clothes. Finding her shirt, she pulls it over her head.
“My panties.”
“We don’t got time to solve the case of the missing fucking thong. Go hide in the bathroom,” I order, gritting my teeth. Narrowing her eyes in anger, she flips me the bird.
“What if he goes in the bathroom? This ain’t exactly the Ritz.”
“The closet,” I hiss.
“I’m going to kill you,” she sneers.
“You’re not going to have the chance.”
Rolling her eyes, she pulls the closet door open and steps inside. Swiping my hand down my face, I get a whiff of her scent and realize not only do I smell like pussy but, the entire fucking room smells like sex.
“Three seconds before I break the fucking door down,” he growls.
Closing my hand around the knob, I slide the deadbolt and greet the beast.
“Jesus, man, impatient much?”
Narrowing his eyes into tiny slits, he looks me up and down.
“That anyway to greet the man who saved your fucking hide?” he questions. Placing his large paw against the door, he pushes it open wide and enters my room. “What took you so long?”
Shrugging a shoulder impassively, I reach around and cup the back of my neck.
“I was sleeping,” I lie.
His eyes dart to my bed and the rumpled sheets.
“It smells like pussy in here,” he smirks. “Looks like you’ve decided to live it up after all.”
Without thinking, I flinch at his words. If he only knew he was talkin’ about his niece.
“Where is she?”
Startled, I look at him.
“Where’s who?”
“The chick you fucked,” he replies.
“Oh,” I say, relaxing my shoulders. “You know how it is…in and out.”
Seemingly happy with that response, he drapes an arm around my shoulders.
“Thatta’ boy,” he croons proudly. “Spoken like a true biker.”
“Well, it was bound to rub off on me,” I reply, diverting my eyes to the closet. “You just get in?”
“Yeah,” he replies, dropping his arm from my shoulder. “Rolling down the East Coast on club business. Figured I’d give my pipes a rest and check on how everything is going down here.”
“I’ll be happy to catch you up to speed,” I tell him.
I’d be a hell of a lot happier doing it far away from this room.
“Good, I’m fucking starving,” he says, glancing at the leather watch on his wrist. “Kelly still wasting her days sleeping until noon?”
My eyes wander back to the closet.
“Noon is early for her,” I answer.
“Alright, I’ll catch up with her after you take me for breakfast,” he says, pulling my attention back to him.
“Sure, there’s a Denny’s down the road.”
Sweat beads across my forehead as I turn to grab my cut and boots. Not bothering to put them on, I jerk my chin toward the open door.
“Fuck that, I want steak and eggs,” he taunts. “And, you’re treating.”

Little does he know, I’d rob a cow to get him the fuck out of here.

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ABOUT 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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Monday, June 19, 2017

@IndieSagePromo Presents: Roamer by Janine Infante Bosco; #BlogTour, #OutNow, #Review, #Giveaway


ROAMER
by Janine Infante Bosco
Nomad #3
Publication Date: June 13, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense, Can be read as a standalone
Rating:  
Told in the first person.  Alternating persons.

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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".

SYNOPSIS:


Deuce:

The first moment I stared into Ally’s tortured blue eyes, my subconscious knew I’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, I’ve got her by my side and together we’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, I’ll ride until I die.
I’m his Bonnie and he’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 sensitive subjects, such as kidnapping and human trafficking. Please be aware of these triggers and keep them in mind while reading. Through 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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My Thoughts:

Make sure to check out the author’s letter to her readers.

Caleb “Deuce” West shows how violence affects him personally.  His life is both violent and sad – you’ll want to hug the boy he was.  Alexandria “Ally” Richardson shows what true desperation is.  You realize that no child should go through what she has but what’s sad is that there are actual children out there that probably have gone through something similar.

So far this story seems the most realistic out of the series.  Or at least the vision of what a true MC club might be like – for those that live and breathe the club daily.  The author says that this could be read as a standalone.  You could read it first but there are things that occur that you may not understand some of the things the club brings up unless you’ve read the first two.

It’s a story filled with a lot of sorrow and fractured souls.  They must have a strong will in order to endure what’s going on in their life.  This story shows how complex these characters are.  What keeps you reading is wanting to know if something good will come out of tragedy.  Roamer has a lot going on but it’s like one of those pictures that keeps drawing your eye.  No matter how many times you look away, your eyes continue to wander back. 

We have a group of people where some form of violence seems to be the norm.  But with that violence there’s mystery and suspense that seems to follow Deuce around.  There’s also a sense of sweetness about him – and I’m sure if he were here he’d hate it.  With Ally it was the strength she has even though she may not be aware of it.

The love story is secondary to everything else that is going on.  It’s the world of the MC that held my attention.  I found the film reference interesting and if you haven’t watched it, or it’s been a while, you may want to check it out.  The romance was nice and I liked that it wasn’t an instant love.  It was how people are able to turn their lives around and find some form of happiness at the end that did it for me.  I liked this one best out of the three books so far but you never know what the next story in the series will bring.


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Excerpt:


“Red lipstick at Target”

There are two fucking things I despise in this world. The first is admitting when I’m wrong and the second is shopping. I really fucking hate shopping. So tell me, why the fuck am I pushing a red wagon into Target? Better yet, tell me why this was my idea? Actually, I’ll give you a gold star if you can explain why I’m not bothered by it so much either?
“I thought you said we were getting food,” Ally says as we step inside a shopaholic’s mothership.
Yeah, so did I.
That was the fucking plan.
I should probably stop planning anything considering none of them seem to go accordingly. Making a note of it, I try to place where I went wrong. Sitting in my room and staring at the wall that separated Ally and I was probably it. I thought putting her in Cobra’s room was a no-brainer. She had her own space, and I had mine. There was a connecting door in case she needed anything, but other than that we could go about our business.
Yeah, not so much.
The truth was, before the fucking world flipped on its axis I was rarely ever at the motel. Other than sleeping and showering, I didn’t do much there. When I wasn’t riding or fucking my way through life, I was playing the Satan’s Knights prodigal cowboy, shooting shit and digging graves. Not one to be confined, I was climbing the four fucking walls of that room.
After Ally’s moment outside the hospital, I listened as she relived another traumatic experience. It’s one thing to assume what she’s been through but hearing her say it—shit, that left me reeling. I spent half the night wondering if she was okay or if she was reliving more agony. I could have checked in on her during the night but I was too chicken shit. Sure, I was experienced in post-traumatic stress but not Ally’s kind. I knew Stryker had suffered after the war and there were certain triggers that left it impossible to obtain peace. I feared handing that helmet to Ally had opened the door to a night full of terror and that bothered me. I didn’t want to be the one who enticed her demons to come out and play.  I wanted to be the guy who gave her a reprieve from all that shit, the guy who could maybe show her there was a great big world out there waiting for her.
Like it or not, she was my responsibility now. Her well-being and her peace of mind was my newfound commitment.
That’s why I opened that door today.
That’s the fucking reason I sat on her bed and counted her freckles.
After realizing she was okay, that she was just bored, I should have left her alone and gone back to my room, but then we started to talk. Talking to Ally was an experience. Hell, you couldn’t go a moment without wondering what she was going to say next. One minute she was an ordinary woman making it easy to forget her story. The next minute she was the wounded warrior, holding onto a book of matches, fighting for the strength to overcome her past. I was getting whiplash trying to keep up.
What broke me though was when she willingly gave me more of her story. Trust isn’t something I imagine comes easy for her and knowing she trusted me enough to confide in me did something to me. It fucked with me in more ways than one. It made me want to rewrite her past. Knowing that was impossible, I did the stupidest thing I could have ever done.
I kissed her.
I fucking kissed her.
And Jesus Christ, her lips were plump and pliable—fucking perfect.
And her taste—fuck me.
Someone needs to create a word for how fucked I am.
Motherfucked isn’t cutting it anymore.
The torture didn’t stop there though.
Nope, it continued when Ally pulled out her ace.
She smiled and I folded.
Game over.
No fucking sane man could compete with that smile let alone one who had lost all his fucking logic. It was breathtaking and intoxicating all the same. Fucking captivating was what it was.
And like a fool, I wanted to see more of it.
“You need stuff, don’t you?” I ask, pushing the cart like a total jackass. Grinding my teeth, I make a turn and nearly take down the display of Goldfish crackers. Give me two wheels and I’ll make that baby purr, give me a horse and I’ll make her gallop, give me a red wagon with a bull’s-eye and I’m an imbecile.
Frustrated, I park the cart in the center of the aisle and turn to Ally.
“Take this fucking thing, please,” I grind out, taking both her hands and placing them on the handlebar. There, that’s better. Stepping away from the offensive death trap, I pull my shit together and focus.
“Coconuts,” I say finally.
“You want to buy me coconuts?” she asks, looking at me like I’ve got a third eye.
“Your hair smelled like coconuts the other night,” I clarify. “I don’t have any of that fancy shit back at the motel and I’m pretty sure your brother doesn’t either.”
“Oh,” she replies thoughtfully. “That was Reina’s.”
“Well, time to get you some of your own,” I tell her, scratching the scruff lining my jaw. Looking away, I take in the products on the shelf and pick up a toothbrush. Chucking it into the wagon, I glance back at her. “You see something you need you throw it in the wagon.”
“I’ve been shopping before, Deuce,” she says, taking the toothbrush out of the wagon. I’m about to argue with her when she grabs a green one instead. “I like this one better,” she adds, reaching for the toothpaste. She grabs two different types and studies them with deep concentration.
“What’s the difference?” she asks.
“Get both,” I reply automatically. She turns to me and I shrug my shoulders. Waiting for her to argue with me, she fools me and dumps them both in the cart. Her eyes travel the length of the aisle and she adds mouthwash, floss and some sort of whitening kit to the growing list of dental products. Once she finishes scoping out the aisle, she grabs the cart and pushes it down the next.
Following her down the aisles, I watch as she lifts things off the shelves and decides what she likes. A half hour goes by and we’re barely out of the toiletry section, not to mention the wagon is half-full.
Turning down the next aisle, she turns to me. A crease works the center of her forehead as she glances at the shelves.
“I never understood the difference,” she says, waving her hand at the condom selection. “Do you have a favorite?”
Unlike the toothpaste, I can’t tell her to grab every variety and give them a whirl, so I say nothing as she grabs a pack.
“Ribbed,” she mutters.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“You don’t like ribbed?” she questions, lifting her gaze back to me.
“Ally,” I warn. Quickly, she glances around the store, over her shoulder and back to me.
“What? Are people looking at me? I sort of feel like they are. You know, like I’m a fish out of water?”
“They’re not looking at you,” I grind out.
“So I blend in?”
Doesn’t every girl comparing condoms fit in with the crowd at Target? Fuck my life. Man, you can’t make this shit up.
“Totally,” I say, taking the condoms out of her hand. Chucking them into the wagon, her eyes widen and she pokes a finger against my chest.
“You do like ribbed!”
Gripping the wagon with one hand, I grab her arm and lead her out of the aisle.
“I thought you said you’ve been shopping before,” I mutter.
“I have, but this is the first time ever I get to pick anything out,” she says, pushing me aside to take control of the wagon. “Rush would pick everything out, getting me stuff he liked best. I had no idea there were this many choices.”
Christ.
“This store has everything, huh?” she adds as we head down the make-up aisle. I don’t say anything as she mulls over eighty-seven tubes of lipstick. Fuck, I’d buy every single one if she decided she liked them all. Then I’d kiss her like I really want to and smear those colors all over her pretty lips.
“What do you think about make-up?”
“I think it looks awful on me.”
Again, she smiles and I lean against the wagon taking it all in.
“I bet,” she replies as she dumps a few things into the wagon. “I never learned how to put it on properly. I always felt like I put so much on that at times I resembled a clown or one of those guys from that band Kiss.”
Unable to stop myself, I let out a laugh.
“What else do you need?” I ask, watching as she throws a tube of red lipstick in the wagon. My eyes dart to her lips and I imagine what they might look like painted that shade. She might not know her favorite color yet but I know now mine is undoubtedly red.



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ABOUT 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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