Lethal Temptations by Janine
Infante Bosco Tempted, #5
Publication Date: May 24, 2016
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance,
MC Romance
#PREORDER: Amazon
Cover Designer: Hang Le
Cover Model: Nick Bennett
Cover Photo: FuriousFotog
Synopsis:
BLACKIE
My name is Blackie, I’m the vice
president of the Satan’s Knights MC and I’m an addict. I’ve been trading
one addiction for another for as long as I can remember. I make no
apologies for my addictions, nor do I try to hide them. Until my latest
addiction threatens to destroy not just me but her. For the first time I
want to fight the need and not gravitate towards it. I try to deny it and not
succumb to it but I’m a prisoner to her purity. I’m Satan’s soldier, a
demon dressed in leather. She’s an angel, innocent and full of light,
she’s my lace. Leather. Lace. Me. Her. A temptation so
lethal neither of us may survive but, every demon craves an angel. Guide
me to the light. Take me from the dark. Give me back my life. Let
me share yours. They are the selfish words of an addict and they are my
truth.
LACEY PARRISH
My name is Lacey Parrish and I have a
secret, one I’ve tried to deny for a long time, one I’ve tried to spare the
world from. I am a manic-depressive. Just like my dad. Some days
I’m high on life. Most days I try to escape it. People think they
know me, they think they see me but the truth is no one knows who I really am.
No one sees the real me… a broken girl with a mind that betrays her. Except
Blackie. He’s my savior, the man who silences my maker. He’s my
knight in shining armor, the man who puts my life before his. He’s my
leather and I’m his lace. Two broken souls that have the power to heal one
another. This is our story, an unapologetic tale full of temptations. A
love story called Leather and Lace.
Exclusive Excerpt
This was Lace.
My angel.
And I was the reason she
looked so conflicted. There was no maker to blame, just me.
Say it.
I see you.
“I see you, Lace,” I
whispered.
“A lot of good that does
me,” she replied.
I shook my head.
“No good at all,” I
affirmed as I extended my hand, taking hers and pulling her against me. “You’d
be better off if I never laid eyes on you,” I added, squeezing her hand before
I lifted my free one to her cheek. “Too late,” I hissed. “Cause girl, I see you
and now I can’t fucking forget you,” I admitted.
The song changed on her
iPod and music filtered through the speakers. I watched recognition spark in
her eyes as she turned her attention to the speaker.
“Did you ever hear this
song?” She asked softly, her voice blending into the music.
“No,” I said, taking a
step toward her, bending my knees and bringing us to eye level. I leaned my
forehead against hers, taking our joined hands and bringing them behind her to
rest against the small of her back.
I didn’t know what the
fuck I was doing but I couldn’t stop.
My lips grazed her
temple as she pressed her body against mine, dropping our joined hands to wrap
both her arms around my neck.
“Listen to the words,”
she demanded.
You’re saying I’m
fragile I try not to be
I search for something
only I can’t see
“Will you dance with
me?” Her voice pleaded as she whispered the question.
I learned then that even
the toughest motherfuckers had weaknesses and mine was standing in front of me
asking me to dance.
I didn’t fucking dance.
But now I did.
My feet surrendered my
soul, taking the steps to bring me closer to her and give her what she needed.
I’ve been feeding off her light for so long, taking the sweetness of her
greedily because I’ve become addicted to the hope she sparks in me.
Hope that there was a
shred of decency buried beneath the leather.
Repay her.
Give her back her wings.
Make it better.
Looking at her now, the
selfish reasons that brought me here faded away and are replaced by the need to
put her first. To put her before me, to give her back her light and pull her
from the sadness that had her crying in solitude.
Just this once I could
do the healing and not the reaping.
My hands moved down her
back, cupping her ass beneath the t-shirt that barely covered her and I rocked
her against my body.
“Blackie,” she
whispered.
“Lacey,” I groaned. “I
didn’t come here for this,” I said, slipping my fingers beneath her lace
panties.
“I know why you came
here,” she said, pulling back a fraction as her gaze dipped to my lips. “But I
will do everything I can to change your mind,” she promised.
It wouldn’t take much.
MEET
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Event in Staten Island, NY on 9-30-2017.
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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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