WANDERER

by Janine Infante Bosco
Nomad #2
Publication Date: March 7, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense

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SYNOPSIS:

Cobra

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.

Celeste

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.

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Sonja's Review

I wanted to read Cobra and Celeste's story as soon as I saw them together for the first time and knew that they had a history together. I was a little nervous to start Wanderer though, just because I was sure it was going to be angsty and while it does have angst, there wasn't as much as I thought there would be. It really had the right amount of it - but let's be honest - Wanderer had the right amount of everything. It was an incredible read and I loved it so much!

Celeste is all light, warmth, and sweetness. She's the kind of person who lights up the room and can make you feel better with a smile. She's kind and compassionate and so giving. That's not to say that Celeste doesn't have a strong, spirited side to her as well, because she does. She's not afraid to go head-to-head with Cobra or let him walk all over her. Celeste is strong, she's amazing, a bada*s and I completely loved her!

There were a few times when Cobra made me yell at him, but for most of the time, he had me wanting to hug and kiss him. He's protective, determined, a little devious, possessive, and he can even be sweet. He doesn't always make the right choices, he messes up, and he'll break your heart, but you will never doubt the way he feels about Celeste. Cobra is one hundred percent hers and she's one hundred percent his. He's just all about her and says the right kind of things to make your heart melt. I know he stole my heart - I absolutely loved Cobra!

Wanderer will break your heart and make it ache, it will make you angry and want to yell, but it will also make you laugh and squeeze your heart - in the good way. It's full of dark and light, danger and safety, the sin and the sweet, and life and heart. It's a powerful, epic, beautiful ride that will make your heart race and pound and warm it too. I can't tell you how much I love Wanderer and I would've kept a tally of my smiles, and even with all the hardships and dark times, they were countless.

Wanderer is the second book in the Nomad series and you can read it as a standalone. It's told mostly from Cobra and Celeste's POV, they got their well-deserved happily-ever-after and I positively cannot wait for the next book!

~ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Stars

EXCERPT:

“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.

Sinfully delicious.

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.

Fuck yes.

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.

Feel it.

Breathe it.

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.

Sin, gorgeous.

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.

Too much.

Not enough.

Everything.

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SYNOPSIS:

“Stryker”

I’m a drifter.
A man born to ride through this world alone.
There used to be a time when I thought I was the rescuing type.I enlisted in the Marines and made it my duty—I was going to save lives.
I was going to be a true American hero.
But God had another plan.
Or maybe Satan did.
For everything I touch finds mortality.
I’m no hero.
I’m nothing.
I’m a veteran biker, a former nomad who survived war only to live in hell.
Now I ride with the Satan’s Knights of Brooklyn and I’m drifting into a different kind of chaos.
The kind that revolves around a pretty girl with intoxicating green eyes.
A girl who has the power to turn me inside out.
A girl who doesn’t need anyone to rescue her because she’s her own savior.
Until she’s not.
But a man plagued by war and the devil inside him can never be her hero.

Gina Spinelli

Strong. Independent. Fierce.
They are the three things I strived to be.
But sometimes being successful can be lonely.
Sometimes a girl just wants to be a girl and have someone take care of her.
Maybe even love her.
Sometimes the strong become vulnerable.
Or worse, the victor becomes the victim.
Sometimes we lose control or in my case it’s stripped from you.
Defeated. Broken. Haunted.
They are the three things I have become.
In my darkest hour I admit defeat.
In my darkest hour I need one person.
I need him.
Stryker.

***NOTE: DRIFTER is a STANDALONE novel. Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***

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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.