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

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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. ***

“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.

One of the things I love the most in the books of this author are their first pages, where she talks from her hearts with her readers about the story they’re goind to read, preparing them for moments that could called sensitive, but also letting them know there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, wishing people to not stop in front of the first obstacles and believe in her characters.
I have always done that from the beginning of the Nomad series: I went through the pages and never regretted having done so. It was always worth it, it’s because of these difficulties faced by the protagonists of the stories, everything came up with unique, intense and absolutely amazing characters.
The world, where the whole series is set, is harsh and ruthless, and the deals of the Satan’s Knights MC is intertwined with the world of the organized crime and the mafia in a clash of powers that can trigger wars with no holds barred.
“Roamer” is the third book in the series, but you could read it as a standalone.
There’s another path shared in Ms Infante Bosco’s books: the fact of reliving in the first chapters what had happened at the end of the previous novel, reading it through the point of view of another character, but which nevertheless allows us to return immediately into the story, or finding what anyone who has not read the previous books needs.
This is the book dedicated to Deuce and Ally. Deuce is part of Satan’s Knights motoclub, though he is always ready to run away, because of some big mistakes from his past, he had to change his name, and then move continuously across the United States, so they can’t find him.
Ally is the twin sister of another MC brother Jagger/Cobra. Alexandria had disappeared from Jagger’s life when they were both fourteen-year-old, kidnapped and missing, despite their parents and Jagger’s life. An event that hasn’t only changed Ally’s life – who has come to live in a personal hell – but also destroyed an entire family.
Eventually, after years, Deuce finds her, but this is not for her “happily ever after”, but only the beginning of another hard road to go for her.
To survive all that she has gone through, Ally has sought help in drugs, stunned to the point of feeling nothing, no more, and cancelling every memory of her present and past. And now she has to face everything that has almost destroyed.
Deuce is the only one who seems to be able to establish a contact with her, who seems to be able to understand her, to know how to give her time, but above all he is the only one who can resurface the true Ally little by little. He is the only one who knows which is the most important thing in the world for her: the power to choose. On everything and always, but first of all on whoever she wants to be: victim or survivor.
What Ally has lived is really horrible and tough, but I never found “disturbing” moments in the novel and I think this is due to the way it is written. They are terrible experiences that mark you for the rest of your life, but the author knows how to outline a limit between what can be a raw reality or instead turn into an excessive morbidity in telling everything.
Both Ally and Deuce are another extraordinary couple to add to those I’ve already read before and I loved reading their story through the alternate point of view of both.
The attraction they feel toward each other, along with the fact they must spend together a long time – Jack’s order – forces them to face what their feelings without being able to pull back. Between so much sensuality and dirty talk, I must say that the most touching moments, reading their story, are related to smiles. Amazing smiles Deuce can bring on Ally, but she can also make curl the lips of this badass biker. That was a turning point and I realized that while Ally’s path to regain her life was still hard, she was not alone, but with the right person to do so.
Just another thing: the more I read the stories of this MC, the more I love their president Jack, he is the soul of this biker group, who gave them a family to believe and now they are ready to give everything for that. Changing some words, but as it was said in a movie: “Jack: I see you!”

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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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Deuce:
Dal primo momento in cui fissai lo sguardo negli occhi blu tormentati di Ally, il mio subconscio capì che non le sarei mai sfuggito. Risvegliava la parte più oscura della mia anima e rendeva impossibile ignorare la strana spinta che mi attirava verso di lei.
Alcune cose sono solo destinate ad accadere.
Fino a quando respireremo entrambi, il mio cuore batterà all’unisono con il suo. Come i famosi amanti fuorilegge; Bonnie and Clyde, io ed Ally abbiamo commesso il crimine perfetto. Ho reclamato il suo cuore e lei ha rubato il mio.
Volevo solo salvarla.
Farla guarire.
Adesso, il mio passato minaccia di rovinarla.
Ricercato vivo o morto, ho lei al mio fianco e faremo insieme insieme questo viaggio.

Ally:
Avevo creduto che il mondo mi avesse dimenticato.
Che avesse creduto fossi morta a quattordici anni.
Ma, non sapevo cosa volesse dire vivere fino a quando lo conobbi.
Salvata e guarita, trovai l’amore nel volto di un fuorilegge.
Se cadrà o volerà, comunque starò al suo fianco fino alla morte.
Sono la sua Bonnie e lui è il mio Clyde.
Un amore forte come il nostro non morirà mai.

***Contiene scene sessualmente esplicite, violenza, linguaggio offensivo e argomenti per adulti. Questo libro tratta argomenti delicati, come rapimento e traffico illecito di esseri umani. Per favore fate attenzione a possibili cause scatenanti di reazioni spiacevoli e tenetele a mente mentre leggete. Attraversati i momenti delicati, la tempesta passa e il cielo si schiarisce e c’è un lieto-fine che aspetta dall’altra parte.

Una delle cose che amo di più nei libri di questa autrice sono le pagine iniziali, nelle quali parla a cuore aperto con i suoi lettori del libro che stanno per leggere, preparandoli a momenti che potrebbero essere delicati da affrontare, ma anche facendo vedere una luce alla fine del tunnel, incitando le persone a non fermarsi davanti ai primi ostacoli e ad andare avanti a credere nei suoi personaggi.
Io dall’inizio di questa serie “Nomad” l’ho sempre fatto: sono andata avanti tra le pagine e non mi sono mai pentita di averlo fatto. Ne è sempre valsa la pena, perché proprio grazie a queste difficoltà affrontate dai protagonisti delle storie, sono poi venuti alla luce personaggi unici, intensi e assolutamente fantastici.
Il mondo in cui è ambientata tutta questa serie è duro e spietato, in cui gli affari del motoclub dei Satan’s Knights si incrociano con quello della criminalità organizzata e della mafia, in uno scontro di poteri che può scatenare guerre senza esclusioni di colpi.
“Roamer” è il terzo libro della serie, ma può anche essere come autoconclusivo.
Vi ho ritrovato un’altra caratteristica dei libri di Ms Infante Bosco: il fatto di rivivere nei primi capitoli quello che era successo al termine del romanzo precedente. Un racconto che però si legge attraverso il punto di vista di un altro personaggio, ma che comunque permette di ritornare da subito nel vivo della storia, oppure di trovare tutto ciò di cui avrebbe bisogno chi non ha letto i libri precedenti.
Questo è il libro dedicato a Deuce ed Ally. Deuce fa parte del motoclub dei Satan’s Knights, anche se è sempre pronto a scappare via. A causa di alcuni grossi errori del suo passato ha dovuto cambiare nome, per poi spostarsi continuamente attraverso gli Stati Uniti, per non farsi trovare.
Ally invece è la sorella gemella di un altro membro del MC Jagger/Cobra. Alexandria era sparita dalla vita di Jagger quando entrambi avevano quattordici anni: rapita e scomparsa, nonostante una vita di ricerche compiute dai loro genitori e da Jagger stesso. Un evento che non ha solo cambiato la vita di Ally – che si è ritrovata a vivere in un vero e proprio inferno personale – ma che ha distrutto anche un’intera famiglia.
Per caso dopo anni viene ritrovata da Deuce, ma questo non è il suo “e vissero felici e contenti”, ma solo l’inizio di un’altra strada dura da percorrere per lei.
Per sopravvivere a tutto ciò che ha vissuto, Ally ha cercato aiuto nelle droghe, stordendosi fino al punto di non sentire, di non provare più nulla, cancellando presente e passato dai suoi pensieri. E ora deve affrontare tutto ciò che l’ha quasi distrutta.
Deuce è l’unico che sembra essere in grado di stabilire un contatto con lei, che sembra in grado di comprenderla, di saperle dare tempo, ma soprattutto è l’unico che riesce a far riaffiorare la vera Ally a poco a poco. È l’unico che sa darle la cosa più importante al mondo per lei: la possibilità di scegliere. Su tutto e sempre, ma prima di tutto su chi vuole essere: vittima o sopravvissuta.
Quello che ha vissuto Ally sono vicende veramente orribili e pesanti, ma non ho mai trovato momenti “disturbanti” nel romanzo, e penso che questo sia dovuto proprio al modo in cui vengono scritti. Sono esperienze terribili, che ti segnano per tutta la vita, ma l’autrice sa delineare un limite netto tra quella che può essere una realtà cruda o invece trasformarsi in una eccessiva morbosità nel raccontare tutto.
Sia Ally che Deuce sono un’altra coppia straordinaria che si va ad aggiungere a quelle di cui ho già letto in precedenza, e mi è piaciuto poter leggere il racconto attraverso il punto di vista alternato di entrambi.
L’attrazione che provano l’uno per l’altro, insieme al fatto che sono costretti a passare insieme molto tempo – ordine di Jack, presidente dei Satan – li costringe ad affrontare quello che provano, senza potersi tirare indietro. Tra tanta sensualità e dirty talk, devo dire che i momenti più emozionanti, leggendo la loro storia, sono legati a dei sorrisi. Splendidi sorrisi che Deuce sa strappare ad Ally, ma che anche lei riesce a far spuntare sulle labbra di questo biker duro. Quella è stata la svolta e ho anche compreso che, pur essendo in salita la strada di Ally, per riappropriarsi della sua vita, non era sola, ma insieme alla persona giusta per farlo.
Solo un’altra cosa: più leggo le storie di questo MC, più amo il loro presidente Jack, è lui l’anima di questo gruppo di biker, che ha dato loro una famiglia in cui credere e per cui ora sono pronti a dare tutto. Cambio un po’ le parole, ma come si diceva in un film: “Jack: ti vedo!”

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