by Janine Infante Bosco Nomad, #4 Publication Date: February 25, 2018 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense

Linc

A man who can’t visualize his future will always revert to his past. To where he came from and all the ways he failed. The murder and mayhem that changed his life and darkened his soul. The legacy of who he is will burn through his veins and ominously guide him to hell. A place where he pays not only for his sins but the sins of his father as well. A hustler by nature, a loner by choice, I am the spawn of Satan. I am Lincoln Brandt and I am the son of Cain.

Kelly

Reckless and rebellious, I’ve spent most of my life running away from one mistake only to chase another. At the end of my rope with nowhere left to turn, I’m about to make the biggest one of all. Face to face with the bastard who broke me, I lay it all on the line for him. My heart and my life. Heaven is overrated and the ride to Hell doesn’t have to be lonely. The stakes are high. The risk great. It’s do or die. Together we’ll ride. Forever we’ll burn.

Linc POV – (Morning after Coney Island)

In case she figured I wasn’t already suffering from a pounding headache, Kelly stormed into my room the following morning and shouted for me to wake up. There was no use in telling her I was already up and just resting my eyes, she was determined to fuck with me. Shielding my eyes from the light with my hand, I peeked at her as she pulled the sheet from my body.

“Get up, we need to—Jesus Christ, you’re naked!” she exclaims, tossing the sheet back over my body like it’s a flaming torpedo.

I would laugh if my face didn’t hurt.

“You’re surprised?” I growl instead.

“Stop talking,” she insists, lifting a hand to her head. “I’m getting a visual of my uncle helping you undress. Why am I getting a visual of that?”

“Fuck if I know,” I hiss, closing my eyes. “If you’re worried about him seeing me naked, it’s a little too late. In case you haven’t figured it out he’s been helping me out since I can’t do shit for myself. Maybe you want to take over from now on. I’m sure he’s tired of looking at my junk.”

“Fat chance lover boy,” she fires back.

The silence that follows cause me to open one eye. In deep thought, she chews on her lower lip and stares at the sheet covering me.

“You’re debating it,” I accuse.

Snapping out of it, her eyes slice up to mine.

“Yesterday was a mistake,” she blurts.

“Yeah, we probably shouldn’t have hit up the liquor store on the way home.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it,” she accuses, planting her hands on her hips. “You and I can’t do this.”

“It’s too early for this shit,” I grunt. Pulling the pillow from behind my head, I place it over my face and ignore her.

Or, at least I try to ignore her.

She snatches the pillow from my face and tosses it across the room.

“I don’t want to take any more trips down memory lane, Linc. I don’t want to drink with you. Hell, I don’t want to speak to you let alone sit on your lap. I don’t want your hands anywhere near me either. I don’t want any of it.”

Narrowing my eyes, I push myself up and all the blood rushes to my head.

“Fuck,” I sneer. Rubbing my temples, I try to place the last time I felt this hungover. Not that it matters because the anger coiling inside me trumps any hangover.

“I can’t afford any more mistakes in my life,” she continues.

Softening the tone of her voice, her words can be construed as a desperate plea and force me to drop my hands from my head and really study her. Just as suspected, her eyes are pleading with mine—for what, I’m not sure.

“If I had somewhere else to go right now, I wouldn’t be here and as soon as I figure out where I’m headed, I’ll be gone. In the meantime, I’m begging you to respect me enough to leave me alone.”

“Whoa,” I interrupt. “Where is this coming from? We had a few drinks, Pinky. It’s not like we fucked one another’s brains out,” I argue, omitting the fact I jerked off to the memory of the bathroom blowjob. It was the first time since I woke up from the coma that my libido showed any sign of life and there was no fucking way I was ignoring it. Fuck that, I’m not ashamed to admit I rejoiced at the sight of my hard on or that I thanked God when I came.

“It’s easier to be the one who walks away,” she whispers. “It’s easier to get over it, to forget it and not to get wrapped up in it again.”

“Is that what you think? That it was easy for me.”

“I don’t want to do this,” she says, clenching her teeth.

“Too fucking bad,” I shout.

“No! You don’t get to decide this time. I want you to look in the other direction when you see me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t smile at me. Pretend I don’t exist. It shouldn’t be that hard for you,” she sneers.

“You are scared,” I comment.

“Terrified,” she whispers. “Now, leave me alone, Linc and I swear I will do my part to leave you be too.”

“And, if I don’t?” I challenge.

She swallows before drawing in a deep breath and diverting her eyes to my legs.

“You’re not really in a position to argue,” she taunts.

It’s a low blow, one I probably deserve but knowing that doesn’t lessen the sting. The way I see it, I have two options. One, I fight and prove her wrong. I take back what’s mine and right our past. Two, I leave her alone like she wants. It’s the logical solution and the safest one for her. Not to mention, time isn’t exactly on my side. I’ve got to bust my ass to get out of this chair and finagle my way into Yankovich’s operation. There isn’t time to fix shit between Kelly and me. Besides, she’s not planning on staying so what good is making things right.  She’ll leave and they’ll only fall to shit anyway.

I could make her stay.

Dismissing the thought as quickly as it enters, I turn my gaze back to her.

“You’re right,” I tell her. “No good will come getting mixed up with each other. It’s better to leave things the way we did.”

“The way you did,” she retorts. “This was your doing,” she continues, pointing a finger. “Take responsibility for your actions.”

“Right,” I mutter, clenching my jaw. “I walked so, let’s chalk yesterday up to me wanting to be reminiscent of the guy I used to be. A moment of weakness for a man who has had his entire world ripped from under him. Surely you can give a handicapped man a pardon, can’t you?” I seethe. The color drains from her face and I swear her eyes fill with tears. Ignoring her reaction, I give her what she wants and point a finger toward the door.

“Don’t let it hit you on the way out, Pinky.”

Tucking the fallen strands of hair behind her ears, she squares her shoulders back and gives me a curt nod. Giving her a turn, I watch silently as she turns her back to me and walks out of the room. The door slams behind her and I tell myself she’s saving our song from another tragic chord by leaving the chorus stuck on repeat.

“Loner” is the fourth and final book in the Nomad series by Janine Infante Bosco, one of the most amazing MC romance series I’ve ever read read: exciting, emotionally engaging, intense and this time there were also twists and turns I’d never expected.

The different books of the series can also be read as standalone, but in doing so you would lose the overall vision, which for good and evil links the four protagonists of the novels, the nomads and lonely bikers, and the Satan’s Knights, a Moto Club that has suffered several deadly attacks, in a war with no holds barred with the  mob and enemies of the past who are trying to destroy the men of Jack Parrish, the President of the Satans.

“Loner” is also the story of Linc and Kelly, a rose born in the desert, a bond born between violence and hatred, which has to deal with the terrible past of both of them and the scars they carry, which inevitably lead them to make mistakes.

We had already met Linc in the previous books, he was one of the four nomads recruited by Wolf trying to save the Satans. We had left him in a hospital bed, seriously injured, paralyzed, after the explosion of a bomb that had risked to annihilate the Satan’s Knights.

Thanks to the flashbacks of his past, we discover what led him to join Wolf and his MC. Being a biker, being part of an MC was far from Linc’s teenage dreams, but maybe his destiny was inevitably linked to the Satans, something that has to do with his DNA, with the father he never known and his real identity. But what has brought Wolf into Linc’s life is a real nightmare from which he could never be awaken, a threat with whom he must learn to live together. Then he meets Kelly, Wolf’s niece, who, on the contrary, has grown up breathing the air of  MC lifestyle and slowly she introduces him into this reality.

Linc sees in Kelly the reflection of himself, between them the sparks fly from the very beginning, they don’t need words to understand each other and together they’re whole, they love without reserve, becoming even more vulnerable than they want to admit. The ghosts of Linc’s past, however, push him to try to protect Kelly in the wrong way, moving away from her, choosing to carry out what looks like a suicide mission, and he almost succeeds in the intent.

After years their paths cross again and the spark is still present, even though he is in a wheelchair and she no longer wants to risk a heartbreak because of him.

Anger, pain, complicity, passion, friendship … Among them there are too many outstanding things … beautiful and painful memories, emotions and feelings that awaken when they are close. Their relationship is a breath-taking beauty, the way they manage to change each other’s lives for the better even just by being close, rediscovering they still have something worth living and fighting for, but once again what revolves around them, the violence and the reality of their lives, puts everything at risk.

Linc and Kelly are two amazing characters and I really enjoyed to read the story through both their POVs.

I never thought I would find a Linc so open and honest in showing his feelings for Kelly in front of everyone, it’s the thing that surprised me the most and I loved him fot that.

I really lover Kelly because she’s a fighter, for her desire to go on, even after Linc’s disappearance from her life. She doesn’t show pity for him, to be moved by Linc’s condition and she’s tough while she stands against him, speaking her mind.

In their story the presence of the other members of the Satans is strong, especially Jack Parrish whom I adore for his charisma, he is a wonderful character, the true beating heart of the Satans.

“Loner” is the perfect conclusion for this series, reading it was a real rollercoaster, there were difficult times, which broke my heart, but because of them I loved  even more these nomads and the Satans. If you love MC romance novels, the Nomad series is a must-read!

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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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Linc Un uomo che non riesce a vedere il suo futuro tornerà sempre al suo passato. Da dove è venuto e tutti i modi in cui ha fallito. L’omicidio e il caos che hanno cambiato la sua vita e hanno oscurato la sua anima. Il lascito di quello che è brucerà nelle sue vene, guidandolo minacciosamente verso l’inferno. Un luogo dove pagherà non solo per i suoi peccati ma anche per i peccati di suo padre. Uno giocatore d’azzardo per natura, un solitario per scelta, io sono la stirpe di Satana. Io sono Lincoln Brandt e sono figlio di Cain.

Kelly Spregiudicata e ribelle, ho passato la maggior parte della mia vita a scappare da un errore solo per inseguirne un altro. Alla fine della corda, senza nessun altro posto dove andare, sto per commettere quello più grande di tutti. A faccia a faccia con il bastardo che mi ha fatto a pezzi, avevo messo in gioco tutto per lui. Il mio cuore e la mia vita Il paradiso è sopravvalutato e il viaggio verso l’inferno non deve essere solitario. La posta in gioco è alta. Il rischio è grande. È fare o morire. Insieme intraprenderemo il viaggio. Bruceremo insieme.

“Loner” è il quarto e ultimo libro della serie Nomad di Janine Infante Bosco, una delle serie MC romance più belle che abbia letto: appassionante, emotivamente coinvolgente, intensa e anche questa volta non sono mancati dei colpi di scena che non mi sarei mai aspettata. I diversi libri della serie possono essere letti anche singolarmente come autoconclusivi, ma nel farlo si perderebbe la visione d’insieme, che nel bene e nel male lega tra loro i quattro protagonisti dei romanzi, dei biker nomadi e solitari, e i Satan’s Knights, un Moto Club che ha subito diversi attacchi mortali, in una guerra senza esclusioni di colpi tra mafia e nemici dl passato che stanno tentando di distruggere gli uomini di Jack Parrish, il presidente dei Satan. “Loner” è anche la storia di Linc e Kelly, una rosa nata nel deserto, un legame nato tra violenza e odio, che deve fare i conti con il duro passato di entrambi e le cicatrici che si portano dietro, che inevitabilmente li portano a compiere degli errori. Linc lo avevamo già incontrato nei libri precedenti, era uno dei quattro nomadi reclutati da Wolf per tentare di salvare i Satan. Lo avevamo lasciato in un letto di ospedale, gravemente ferito, paralizzato, dopo l’esplosione di una bomba che aveva rischiato di annientare i Satan’s Knights. Grazie a dei flashback del suo passato, scopriamo cosa lo ha portato ad unirsi a Wolf e al suo MC. Essere un biker, far parte di un MC era ben lontano dai sogni da adolescente di Linc, ma forse il suo destino era inevitabilmente legato a quello dei Satan, qualcosa che ha a che fare con il suo DNA, con il padre di cui non ha mai conosciuto la reale identità. Quello che però ha fatto entrare Wolf nella vita di Linc è invece un vero e proprio incubo da cui il ragazzo non si potrà mai risvegliare, una minaccia con la quale dovrà imparare a convivere. Poi incontra Kelly, nipote di Wolf, che al contrario di lui è cresciuta respirando l’aria della vita del MC dei Satan e pian piano lo introduce in questa realtà. Linc vede in Kelly il riflesso di se stesso, tra loro scatta subito la scintilla, non hanno bisogno di parole per capirsi e insieme si completano, si amano senza riserve, diventando ancora più vulnerabili di quanto non vogliano ammettere. I fantasmi del passato di Linc però lo spingono a cercare di proteggere Kelly nel modo sbagliato, allontanandosi da lei scegliendo di portare a termine quella che sembra una missione suicida, e quasi riesce nell’intento. Dopo anni i loro destini si incrociano di nuovo e la scintilla è ancora presente, nonostante lui sia su una sedia a rotelle e lei non voglia più rischiare di soffrire per colpa sua. Rabbia, dolore, complicità, passione, amicizia… Tra loro ci sono troppe cose in sospeso… splendidi e dolorosi ricordi, emozioni e sentimenti che si risvegliano quando stanno vicini. Il loro rapporto è di una bellezza da mozzare il fiato, il modo in cui riescono a trasformare l’uno la vita dell’altro anche solo stando vicini, riscoprendo di avere ancora qualcosa per cui vale la pena vivere e lottare, ma ancora una volta quello che ruota intorno a loro, la violenza e la realtà delle loro vite, mette a rischio tutto. Linc e Kelly sono due protagonisti straordinari e mi è piaciuto molto poter leggere la storia attraverso il punto di vista di entrambi. Non avrei mai pensato di trovare un Linc così aperto e onesto nel mostrare i suoi sentimenti per Kelly di fronte a tutti, è la cosa che mi ha sorpreso e mi è piaciuta di più di lui. Kelly mi è piaciuto moltissimo per il suo spirito battagliero, per il suo desiderio di andare avanti per la sua strada sempre e comunque, anche dopo la sparizione di Linc dalla sua vita. Non si lascia impietosire dalle condizioni di Linc e lo affronta in modo diretto e tosto. Nella loro storia si fa sentire molto la presenza degli altri componenti del gruppo dei Satan, soprattutto Jack Parrish che adoro per il suo carisma, è un personaggio splendido, il vero cuore pulsante dei Satan. “Loner” è la conclusione perfetta per questa serie, che è stata un vero e proprio viaggio sulle montagne russe, durante il quale ci sono stati momenti difficili, che mi hanno spezzato il cuore, ma che poi mi hanno fatto amare ancora di più i protagonisti di queste storie. Se amate i libri MC romance la serie Nomad è assolutamente da leggere!

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by Janine Infante Bosco Nomad #3 Publication Date: June 13, 2017 Genres: Adult,  Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense, Can be read as a standalone

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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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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by Janine Infante Bosco Nomad #3 Publication Date: June 13, 2017 Genres: Adult,  Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense, Can be read as a standalone

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. ***

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.

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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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