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
BUY (99c for a
limited time!):
Amazon: http://amzn.to/2sPBq8I
Paperback: http://amzn.to/2rdOEiu
Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2qcxdKc
Amazon CA: http://a.co/dUEUtMl
Amazon UK: http://amzn.eu/33RpuxU
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.
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.
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. ***
#BEAUTIFULFIRE
"THE FIRST KISS" EXCERPT
Admitting I haven’t
tried Sushi makes me realize there are plenty of things I missed out on
experiencing. That’s not saying I would have necessarily wanted to try
different things or even liked them once I had, but I never got the chance to
make those choices or decisions.
Aside from different
foods, I missed out on a bunch of firsts too.
“Hey, are you okay?”
he asks, tilting his head to the side as he stares at me. “If you don’t want
Sushi we get something else…”
I shake my head.
“It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
“I just realized I’m
twenty-six years old and not only are there so many things I probably haven’t
tried but there are things I never got the chance to experience. Things I
pushed out of my head because I told myself there was no point in dwelling on
it. Now that I’m free, it feels wrong, if that makes any sense. I mean I know I
lost twelve years and everyone keeps saying I’ve got a second chance to make a
life for myself, but all those things I missed…I can’t get that back. I can’t
replace all the miserable moments with what should’ve been. I guess what I’m
trying to say is…I can’t trade my painful firsts for the firsts I dreamed I’d
have.”
“Says who?”
My brows knit in
confusion and I blink as he turns fully, propping his leg on my bed.
“Name one first you
wish you could change.”
“Why? You can’t
change them.”
“Maybe not all of
them,” he says with a shrug. “But if we can manage to change a few that should
count for something.”
Biting down on my
lip, I think about his suggestion.
“My first kiss is
something I wish I could change,” I say honestly, lifting my head to meet his
expressionless face. “Papa,” I mutter, cringing as I say the name. “That’s what
he made me call him,” I explain, watching Deuce’s jaw go rigid.
“Rush?”
I shake my head.
“Yankovich,” he
growls.
For as long as he
kept me, I never knew his real name. Hearing it now sends chills down my spine
as I recall the first time I was kissed and how Yankovich’s lips felt against
mine.
“It was rough and not
in a good way,” I confess. “It wasn’t done in a way to make me feel desired but
in a way where I was scared of what would happen if I didn’t oblige. So, I
kissed him back and hated myself afterward.”
Muttering a curse,
Deuce runs his fingers roughly through his hair before turning back to me.
“Close your eyes,” he
directs.
“What for?”
“I won’t hurt you,”
he promises, evading my question. A foreign feeling erupts inside of me, one I
can’t quite place and I find myself closing my eyes, not because he ordered me
to but because I trust he won’t hurt me.
Seconds tick by
before I hear Deuce’s exasperated breath. Then I feel the mattress dip and as I
continue to keep my eyes closed I subconsciously lean forward. His hands lift
to my cheeks and the next breath he releases brushes gently over my lips.
Then it happens.
Deuce lays his mouth
over mine.
For a moment neither
of us move as our lips stay locked on one another. Slowly, he then moves his
mouth, taking my lower lip between his and giving it a gentle tug. Sucking
softly, he parts my lips and a small gasp spills from my mouth into his.
My heart pounds
against my chest as he applies more pressure, making our kiss rougher in all
the right ways. I’m not scared or trying to drift away. I’m right there with
him, flying high on sensation and adrenaline. His tongue touches my lips,
prying them open. Following his lead, I part my lips. He pushes his tongue into
my waiting mouth and glides it over mine, tasting me—teaching me that some
firsts can be rewritten.
Pulling back slightly
he pecks my lips once more and I open my eyes. Keeping his eyes fixed to mine,
he licks his lips and drops his hands from my face.
“There you go,” he
rasps, as if what just happened didn’t shake the ground beneath us. Unsure what
to say, I lift my fingers to my lips and watch as he leans his elbows on his
knees. Silently, he stares into space before he slowly turns to me. His eyes
immediately dart toward my mouth but quickly lift to my eyes and I wonder if he
liked it as much as I did.
“You still got those
matches I gave you?” he asks suddenly.
Biting my lip, I
stare at him for a moment then lift my hips and reach into my pocket. Pulling
out the book of matches my cheeks flush and I turn my palm over to display
them. His lips quirk slightly as he slaps his hands against his thighs and
rises to his feet.
“Let’s go,” he says,
reaching for the hoodie I draped across the back of a chair. “Is this all you
took from Reina?” he asks, tossing it onto the bed and crossing his arms as he
leans against the wall.
I didn’t know I
wasn’t going back there,” I reply, taking the hoodie from the bed. “Wait, where
are we going?”
“To get food.”
“Raw food?” I
question, slipping my arms through the hoodie before getting up from the bed.
“No way.”
“Won’t know if you
like it unless you try it,” he retorts, raising an eyebrow “Gotta strike the
match, girl,” he adds, tipping his chin toward the book of matches I’m still
holding.
“Are you daring me?”
“Maybe,” he says with
a shrug. “You accepting?”
Licking my lips, I
shove the matches back into my pocket and take a deep breath. If trying Sushi
is anything like my new first kiss, then joining the land of the living might
not be so bad. It might be scary but it’s a leap I’ve got to take.
“Under one
condition,” I say, stepping closer to him. Continuing to lean against the wall,
he raises an eyebrow as amusement flickers in his eye.
“You have to get me
ice cream too.”
“You like ice cream?”
“We’re going to find
out,” I tell him as I brush past him and walk into his room.
Grabbing the keys off
the table, he follows me toward the door and reaches around me to open it.
“With manners like
that it’s a wonder your room is a mess,” I tease as I walk outside.
“My room isn’t a
mess…it’s lived in,” he argues, slamming the door shut behind him.
“I don’t have to
wonder if you wear boxers or briefs,” I call over my shoulder as we head toward
Wolf’s truck. “However, I’m not going to lie, I’m a little disappointed.”
“Yeah, why’s that?”
Pulling open the
door, I climb inside and turn to him.
“I took you for a
commando type of guy,” I tell him before shutting the door. Standing in front
of the car, he braces one hand on the hood and peers at me through the
windshield with a dumbfound expression on his face.
Something amazing
happens then.
Something genuine and
natural.
Something so
unfamiliar to me but common to others.
I smile.
Then he smiles too
and I decide Deuce has a great smile, one that if you stare at it long enough
it can become an addiction. Isn’t that funny? I never knew a person could crave
something so simple like someone else’s smile. I wonder if too much of
someone’s smile can be bad for another person. I’d like to think not but what
do I know—I’m the girl who never thought she’d smile again.
“Looks good on you,”
he comments as he slides into the truck.
“What does?”
“A smile.”
“Yours isn’t so bad
either,” I point out, realizing I’m still smiling. His lips quirk again as he
pulls out of the lot and I find myself staring at him while he drives. The
first time I saw Deuce, I didn’t think much about him. I don’t know if it was
the drugs or something else, but at the time he was just another person. When
you’ve spent most of your life surrounded by animals, you don’t take notice of
people. They all look the same. They all act the same. You’ll expect them to
hurt you and take from you. You give up hope that there are still people worth
knowing. You give up on the good folks and lump everyone into one category.
In the days since I
was rescued I’ve been noticing things. I’ve been noticing people, and right now
I’m noticing Deuce. I’m noticing there is a twang hidden underneath that raspy
voice and every now and then it becomes more prominent.
“Where are you from?”
He looks at me out of
the corner of his eye.
“Caught that, huh?”
“Were you trying to
hide it because you’re not very good at it,” I reply.
“Texas.”
Not expecting that
response, my eyes widen at the admission but I quickly recover.
“Is it true
everything is bigger in Texas?”
Another quirk of the
lips.
Yeah, I was addicted.
“I’m not touching
that one,” he quips.
Realizing the innuendo,
I slap his arm and attempt to call him a jerk but I get distracted by the size
of it.
Things are huge in
Texas.
#DEUCEISLOOSE
OTHER BOOKS IN THE NOMAD SERIES....
#SALEALERT - The
first book in The Nomad Series is .99c for a limited time! Drifter
– A Nomad Series Novel by Janine Infante Bosco
#driftintochaos #drifter #thenomadseries #FindTheBeautiful #janineinfantebosco
BUY NOW:
Amazon: http://a.co/iY9G6zt
Paperback: http://amzn.to/2m9qlwa
Follow up DRIFTER with
book two in The Nomad Series - WANDERER - $2.99 OR FREE WITH
KINDLE UNLIMITED!
#Wanderer
#thenomadseries #WanderIntoChaos #janineinfantebosco
BUY NOW:
Amazon: http://a.co/iY9G6zt
Paperback: http://amzn.to/2m9qlwa
WILL JANINE SEE YOU AT ANY OF THESE UPCOMING EVENTS?
Pre-order links for Janine's upcoming events.
#SASS17
July 8, Baltimore, MD
Kiss and Tell
July 29, Allentown PA
Authors, Books & Poker Chips W Nick Bennett
August 12, Las Vegas NV
Can't make a signing
take advantage of these mail order specials.
Mail order link:
#LIGHTITUP
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.
ENTER THE GIVEAWAY
Hosted By
No comments:
Post a Comment