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.
*NOTE* Each book
in the Nomad series can be read as a STANDALONE.
#WANDERINTOCHAOS
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT
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.
#THENOMADSERIES
Title: WANDERER
Author: Janine Infante Bosco
Author: Janine Infante Bosco
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Suspense, MC
Series or Standalone: Standalone Series (Nomad #2)
Rating: ★★★★★
Reviewer: Melyssa
If there’s one thing
to be said about this author and every book that I’ve had the pleasure of
reading that she’s penned thus far, its this. She knows how to make you feel.
Sure, it might be in
the most torturous and heart wrenching ways, or it may even be humorous, but by
books end, you’re going to feel and you’re going to feel a lot.
One of the best
things besides her ability to bring emotional that I also enjoy, especially as
it pertains to this series and the one that came before it (Jack, Blackie and
the other brothers), is her ability to take issues that based on the news today
are paramount and very, very real, and use them in a way that not only opens
your eyes to them if you’re unfamiliar, but makes you feel for all of the
parties involved.
This one, what
happened to Cobra’s sister, the angle she took here in using trafficking of
girls, it wasn’t exactly a revelation for me because I am aware of just how
often that goes on and how sick and depraved these individuals that do it are,
but it was gripping. And, written in a way that I think was real, but also
sensitive to anyone who might read this book later down the line that have
lived this. I think going into something this heavy, she did her homework and
for that I’m thankful. Along with the fact that she didn’t exactly gloss over
the ugly parts of it. It was real, it was painful but god, the way it all comes
about by books end, was honestly beautiful.
I’ve got to admit
that towards the end, she writes a line that for a split second, until I
allowed myself to continue after the mini heart stop I had, I wanted to smack
her with the book for because after becoming so emotionally entangled and
caught up with this couple, that was the last thing I wanted to read. This is
where she gets another nod from me, because if I wasn’t already so attached, so
deeply involved in the lives of these characters and the story taking place,
that reaction wouldn’t have happened.
That’s what reading
is all about.
These characters,
they may do things that you and I might not do. They may make choices or
decisions in the heat of the moment the way we are all known to do and they
might not be the same ones we’ve made, but I will say this, they were real. I
had moments where I didn’t exactly agree with the way Celeste handled what was
happening around her and the same could be said for the disappearing act that Cobra
himself was known for, but what I did do, was understand and honestly, it only
made me love them more. They weren’t perfect, this wasn’t a story filled with
all things pretty. It was messy, it was downright trying and horrific at points,
but what it also was, was a real love story. Because nothing worth having ever
comes easy.
Before I end this
review off and urge you to go and pick up this series as well as all the other
books before it so you can get a grasp on some of the other players that make
appearances here, I just want to say one final thing…if there’s one thing I
enjoy most about MC books, it’s the brotherhood. The family dynamic here. The
way these people who stem from all levels of society and are thrown together by
the pasts they’ve lived and ghosts they’re trying to escape, come together and
in the end, are all Property of Parrish.
God it’s a beautiful
thing. The same way this story was. The same way these bruised people are.
And that’s what makes
this book, the second in the Nomad series, but probably my favorite so far,
such a phenomenal read. The beauty hidden beneath the pain and destruction.
My thanks to the
author and all others involved in letting me receive an ARC of this book before
it’s official release. This was a journey, just like the others that I won’t
soon forget and I’ll carry with me always.
Bring on the next
one!
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SYNOPSIS:
“Stryker”
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: DRIFTER is a
STANDALONE novel. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive
subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years
and up. ***
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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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