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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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.
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. ***
#BeautifulFire
EXCERPT - "THE FIRST KISS"
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
4.5 Stars!
Deuce and Ally's story.
Alexandria Richardson once had an ideal life, a loving family, hopes and dreams. But all of that was shattered in one night. Abducted at 14, she's been used, abused and made into an addict. Living in a hell no one can imagine, she's lost all hope that she'll ever see that life she tries hard to bury and forget. Death never comes, even when she begs for it and her captor is the only person who gives her what she needs.
Deuce was born with MC blood in his veins. The son of a Club President, he was raised to believe the Club is the only thing that truly matters, that his brothers are his family. When his father dies, his Club is all he has, but the blinders come off and he realizes that no one he calls "brother" gives a damn about him or the Club his father created. They had their own plans and it became obvious that there was more to his father's death than he'd originally thought.
With revenge leading his actions, he betrays the new club Pres. by taking his old lady. He then betrays the Club when he murders the Pres. Now on the run, knowing his time is limited he dons a new patch and finally learns what it means to be part of a real MC and to have a real family who'll have your back no matter what.
Deuce and Ally are both broken, both scarred and neither has hope for a bright or lengthy future. But it's these two broken people who discover their lives aren't carved in stone. It's not easy, it's downright sad but slowly they begin to move forward. They begin to heal. This is a story about rebuilding and starting over, healing and taking control. These two are perfect for one another and the more they try to push each other away the more I craved for them to just give into it.
Deuce and Ally made my heart hurt many times as I read their story. Once again this author has created a beautifully emotional read, with characters whom give me "major feels" and enough action to satisfy my need for Alpha heroes and a strong and resilient woman. This isn't sunshine and rainbows, it's full of darkness and pain but with layers of laughter and joy. There are sexy moments and sweet moments. There are scary moments and then there are moments that will melt your heart.
While technically this book could be read as a standalone, I definitely wouldn't recommend it. There is so much to this Club of misfits, all their stories tied together in a way that steadily unfolds from one book to another. Ally makes a brief appearance in the beginning of book 1 and it's nearly impossible to know how important her character will be in the long run. In book two, we are not sure if she is at all likable or redeemable until we find out who she truly is. Now we get to see her, we are witnesses to her struggles to piece a life back together now that she's free. We find out what she feels and how she claws her way out of the depths of hell her life had been since the age of 14. All of it has a deep and lasting impact while following this series and the characters from beginning to end.
***Copy provided to Bayou Book Junkie by the author/publisher for my reading pleasure in hopes of an unbiased opinion, a review was not a requirement.***
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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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