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by Janine Infante Bosco
Publication Date: March 7, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense
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I’ve lived two lives.
One full of innocence and one full of sin.
I mourned the perfect life I was born into and made it my duty to chase the phantom who stole it from me.
Revenge, mayhem and loss are all I know.
I am the lone man—I am the wanderer.
The former nomad—now, Satan’s deadliest soldier.
The two worlds were never supposed to collide. Innocence and sin aren’t made to coexist yet somehow my past bleeds into the present and I find myself facing my biggest regret…I find myself face to face with her—the girl who got away.
The girl I let go.
The woman I’ll ruin if I stay.
Our young love was marred by violence.
Our guilt destroyed us, fate tempted us but, it was he who broke us.
They say time heals all, but all time did was dull the ache of his abandonment.
Now, dressed in leather, covered in ink the boy I mourned is now a man—a man tormented by his demons.
In another life we were everything to one another.
In this life we’re strangers.
*NOTE* Each book in the Nomad series can be read as a STANDALONE.
Prepare to have your heart ripped out.
Actually, just do yourself a favour and leave it at the door. Leave it there with your last breath and the bucket of tears you’ll no doubt cry. Just get all of that out of the way first, so you can concentrate on this thrill ride of a story. You will need every single one of your wits to keep up with this explosive (literally) instalment.
Cobra could very well be the Janine Bosco hero who knocks Riggs from his sweet. Fiercely intense, this guy puts the ‘omg-those-tattoos’ in bad boy. He’s done everything in his power to kill the guy he used to be and seek retribution for all the wrongs that have been done to him, but one look at the girl he left behind so many years ago – and he crumbles into a possessive, loving, filthy-mouthed alpha that fell in love with almost immediately.
Bosco weaves this story through past and present seamlessly and before you know it, you’re totally invested in this suspenseful tale just trying to keep up with all the twists and turns. Wanderer is absolutely packed to the brim with violence, intrigue, the feels and so much hotness it will burn your fingers. Take this journey and be left not entertained, but asking: WTF just happened?
(ARC provided by author in exchange for an honest review)
“Sin with me, Celeste,” I whisper against her throat.
Her hands tremble as they take hold of my face and pull me back to her. She stares at me for a moment, searching for something. I have no idea what that something is, but I pray she finds it.
“I never stopped sinning with you,” she murmurs before slamming her mouth over mine. She takes and takes, matching every burn of my tongue with hers, branding me the same as I have branded her time and time again. Then she gives.
She pulls away from my mouth and flips over. Hands splayed against the cotton sheets, knees firmly planted and ass perched for me, offering me the opportunity to make every fucking fantasy I’ve had over the years my reality. My chest tightens as I crawl over the mattress, eating the space between us. Leaning over her, I take her hips forcefully and rock my dick against her ass. Her nails claw the sheets as I push my dick between her ass cheeks, torturing us both with promise.
“Cobra.” It’s a plea, a curse, a fucking wish.
I close my eyes, trail my hands up to her body and clutch the cap of her shoulders, manipulating her until she arches and pushes her round ass against me. One hand snakes around her neck, the other digs into her hair as I nudge my dick lower, skating over her pulsing cunt.
Sweet, sweet cunt.
I fist her hair and pull her back as I drive my cock into her. The scream she releases renders me motionless and for a moment I think it’s too much, that I’ve crossed a line and hurt her.
“More,” she cries.
My hand slides from her throat and closes over one of her breasts. They used to be enough to fill my hands and now my hand feels small in comparison. I roll her nipple between my fingers, twisting until she’s screeching and bucking her hips.
That’s it, gorgeous, lose yourself in sin.
Fucking own it.
I comb my fingers through her hair and rear my hand back, slapping her ass as I pull out and slam back in. Her pussy swallows every inch of me, tightening and constricting—my cock a prisoner between her walls.
“More,” she demands.
Gritting my teeth, I fight to keep control of my head and fuck her right and not recklessly.
My hips don’t comprehend the difference as my pelvis slaps against her ass hard and fast. My palm itches to redden her other cheek, instead I reach around her and tease her clit with my fingers. Playing her, tuning her, waiting for her to hit the high notes.
“You still want more?” I pant, flicking my finger over the bundle of nerves exposed by the swollen lips of her pussy. “Tell me what you want, Cel? Need to hear that mouth get filthy for me.”
“I want more,” she stammers. “Everywhere.”
I drag my fingers away from her and lift them to her lips.
“Suck,” I command.
She does as she’s told, taking my already wet fingers between her lips.
In and out, my fingers mimic every thrust of my cock.
My head spins.
My balls ache.
I’m losing it.
Knowing I can’t go much longer, I take my fingers from her mouth and slip them between her ass cheeks.
A promise is a fucking promise.
“I can’t hold out anymore,” she stutters, pulling on the sheets as her hips buck. I barely get a finger inside before I feel her pussy squeeze my dick. She hangs her head as she chants my name over and over.
Grunting, I slide my finger out, grab her hips and fuck her with everything I have. A flash of wild abandoned pleasure rushes through me as I fight to breathe…to see. My hips snap along with my mind as my sin spills into her and a flash of heaven blinds me.
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.