Eternal Temptations by Janine
Infante Bosco Tempted #6
Publication Date: August
23, 2016
Genres: Adult,
Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Mafia, Romance
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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.
#THELASTHIT
#AMERICASNEXTGANGSTER
EXCERPT: Grace & Victor
Grace's POV
It was the early eighties, Maryann and I were barely legal but that
didn’t stop us from painting the town red. I had a part-time job at Rosalie’s
bakery, making just enough money to spend my paycheck—that’s a lie. I never
received a paycheck, those days we were paid in cash, sixty dollars stuffed in
a white envelope that Rosalie scribbled my name on. It was enough cash for me
to buy a brand new outfit every Friday. I would take my envelope, cross three
avenues and make my way to Something Else boutique on 86th Street.
I teased my hair six inches to the sky, applied enough blue eyeshadow
to my eyelids, you had no choice but to notice my almond shaped eyes. Lastly, I
ripped the tags and put on my silk turquoise jumpsuit. Maryann stole her
father’s car out of the garage and picked me up at exactly ten o’clock. Studio
54 was packed, the line to get inside the club wrapped around the block but
Maryann grabbed my hand and walked us straight to the front of the line.
“I’m a friend of Val’s,” she told the bouncer guarding the door.
At the time, I only knew Val as one of the neighborhood guys. He, like
most of the guys our age living in Bensonhurst, hung around with the
old-timers, the made-men, goodfellas—you know the type of men I’m talking
about. Gangsters.
I didn’t know if Val was in fact a made man or part of a family, I just
knew one day he would be and I understood why Maryann had taken a liking toward
him. Who didn’t find that type of man sexy? There was nothing more attractive
than the unattainable bad boy who exuded charisma.
The bouncer lifted the red velvet rope and escorted us into the
pulsating night club. I remember the song playing as I stepped foot onto the
colorful dance floor that lit up as the patrons danced the night away, ‘How
Deep Is Your Love’ by the Bee Gees. It was one of my favorites and I wanted to
dance so badly but Maryann had other plans, taking my hand as she dragged me
across the dance floor to the bar where Val stood. He was surrounded by a bunch
of guys, some I knew and others were a mystery. A delicious mystery.
“Order us a couple of Long Island Iced Teas and I’ll be right back,”
she shouted over the music.
I sat down at the bar and ordered the drinks, glancing across the bar
as she worked her way into the circle and straight to Val. The bartender placed
the two drinks in front of me and I waited five minutes before I pulled the
little paper umbrella from the glass and lifted the straw to my lips.
I averted my eyes back to the other end of the bar and noticed Maryann
and Val had disappeared from the crowd.
“Those things are lethal,” a voice said from behind me, forcing me to
spin around on the bar stool and stare at the most handsome man I ever laid
eyes on.
The first thing I noticed was his clothes. He wasn’t dressed like the
other men. His charcoal gray suit looked as if it was tailor made for him. He
opted to wear a black turtleneck under the suit, no button down, collar popping
shirt for the handsome stranger before me. He did however engage in the fad of
gold chains. My eyes zeroed in on the crucifix dangling from the thick, gold
rope chain hanging around his neck. I lifted my eyes to his face and was
greeted by a smile I’d never forget.
His eyes drifted toward the two drinks that sat in front of me to the
empty stool beside me.
“May I?”
“Sure,” I said, twirling back around to face the bar as he slipped onto
the stool and signaled for the bartender.
He ordered a Martini, dry with extra olives as I toyed with the paper
umbrella and brought my drink to my lips for another sip. The song changed,
Tavares filtered the nightclub with their hit, ‘More Than a Woman’.
“What’s your name, beautiful?” He asked, casually draping an arm over
the back of my stool.
“Grace,” I said, mesmerized by the way he stared so intently at me.
“Grace,” he repeated, testing the name on his tongue, grinning once he
decided he liked the way it sounded.
“And who are you?” I stammered, taking another sip, hoping to calm my
nerves. This man had the power to undo me with a simple glance.
“Me? I’m the man who’s going to marry you one day,” he said pointedly.
I nearly spat my drink out.
“That’s pretty presumptuous don’t you think?” Or cocky depending on who
you ask, I added silently.
He grinned at me as he lifted his hand and ran his index finger down my
cheek.
“Watch and see, Gracie,” he promised, dropping his hand but keeping his
gaze locked on me. “The name is Victor, Victor Pastore.”
It is so easy to
forget those first blissful moments when you meet the person you’re meant to
spend the rest of your life with. Instead, we harbor the resentment life has
brought upon us and lose touch of the magic that brought two unsuspecting
strangers together.
Sitting across from
the man I love for the final time I wonder how I ever let myself become so
jaded by the trials and tribulations we stumbled upon in our years together.
Why did I let the heartache trump the happiness? Why couldn’t I hang on to all
the times he made me smile, all the times I looked into his eyes and knew I was
his one and only. Why wasn’t the love we created enough to outweigh the torment
of the mob?
#FOREVERTEMPTED
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EXCERPT: BLACKIE & LACEY
Blackie's POV
I don’t tell her I’ll be on the road for the
next three days, instead I pretend like everything is fine and I’m not about to
declare war on the Corrupt Bastards. Ignorance is bliss and for tonight all I
want to be is blissfully buried inside Lacey, drowning in the sweetness she
possesses.
Holding her hand as the needle pricked her
skin and marked her flesh provided the perfect distraction for a while but now
we’re home and the only thing I want distracting me is her body. I watch her
unzip the hoodie she’s wearing, glancing over her shoulder as she lowers it
down her shoulders and checks to see if the gauze is still taped to her back,
covering her new tattoo.
She’s not trying to be seductive but every
fucking move she makes has me hard and craving her. Poor girl, I will demolish
her tonight so that when I’m on the road, the ache in between her thighs keeps
her company, reminding her I’m never too far from her.
She turns around and peers at me from under
her eyelashes, slowly reaching behind her to unclasp her bra as I lean against
the wall and drink in the show she’s about to treat me to.
“Go on, girl,” I urge, crossing my arms
against my chest as I bite the inside of my cheek and watch the straps slide
down her arms and expose her to my hungry eyes.
Her thumbs slide into the waistband of her
pants, dragging them down her legs before she steps out of them.
“No panties?”
“Not tonight,” she says, reaching behind her
to pull her hair out of the clip. Her back arches and her perky tits salute
me. “Give me your phone,” she says,
shaking out her long hair so it falls down her back and over her shoulders.
Fucking gorgeous.
Curiously, I pull my phone out of the back
pocket of my jeans and hand it to her, watching as she pushes her breasts
together and snaps a photo of herself. Bending over, she angles her phone and
snaps another photo of her heart-shaped ass.
“Damn, girl,” I groan.
She straightens up, eyes on me as she takes
two steps closer and spreads her legs. Holding the phone with both hands she
lowers it so the lens is level with her pussy and snaps another picture.
“Don’t say I never gave you anything,” she
teases as she tosses the phone back, clarifying I’m not the only one leaving
reminders behind.
I catch the phone, place it down on dresser
before closing the distance between us. With one hand I reach behind me, my
ribs are still bruised but I don’t react to the twinge pulling across my
midsection as I pull my shirt over my head.
“You want something in return, girl?”
“Depends what you’re offering,” she says
coyly, placing both hands on her bare hips as she winks at me.
I don’t offer anything instead I drop to my
knees and take what I want and give her what I know she needs, placing my open
mouth over the lips of her pussy and pushing my tongue between them. Her hands
fall from her hips to my shoulders and her nails dig into my skin as my tongue
lavishly strokes her.
Starving.
Insatiable.
I feed off her, lapping at her clit, sucking
on it until her hands are in my hair, pulling it begging me to take her over
the edge.
Not yet.
Girl needs to squirm a little. That’s right,
grind on me girl.
“Blackie--,” she shrieks as I slip two
fingers insider her.
“Give it to me, girl,” I grunt against her
pussy, pumping my fingers to the same beat my tongue is playing.
Give me something to dream of when I’m off
the grid.
Give me something to remember in case I break
my promise to you and can’t come back.
I feel her tighten around my fingers, hear
her cry out in ecstasy as I continue to selfishly take my memory from her,
ingraining it to my mind, body and soul as she loses control over my mouth. Her
body goes lax after the tremors subside and I slowly pull my mouth away from
her. I lift my eyes to hers and lick my lips, savoring the taste to my palette.
“Fuck, Blackie,” she says breathless,
dropping to her knees as she takes my face with her hands. Leaning forward, her
tongue sneaks out tasting what’s left behind of her on my mouth.
“You like that don’t you? That’s all you,
girl,” I speak against her mouth. Taking hold of her face I pull back and stare
into her dark eyes only they’re not dark with demons but dark with lust.
On our knees, arms wrapped around one another,
mouths fused together the both of us wish tomorrow never comes.
But it does.
And I kiss Lacey goodbye, promise to come
back to her and pray that I do.
I love you, girl.
#THEFINALRIDE
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THE FIRST 5 BOOKS IN THE #TEMPTED SERIES!
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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