LONER
by Janine Infante Bosco
Nomad, #4
Publication Date: February 25, 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense
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SYNOPSIS:
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.
Excerpt
Linc
– POV Excerpt (Dirty promises)
I meant to say the words as a warning to her
body knowing the moment I drove my dick into her sweet pussy, I would never be
the same. There is something about Kelly, something that makes me lose any sort
of common sense. The girl is a pro at smashing down my walls, making me believe
I’m worthy of all the things Sally stole from me the day he taught me I wasn’t
invincible. The day I learned I was destined to be alone.
Staring into her
eyes, having her spread before me ready and willing to give me everything I
craved, the warning took on a different meaning.
I could break
her.
Ruin her.
My cock heavy,
begging my mind to shut down, I pause between her legs.
“I can take it,”
she murmurs, sliding her hands down my back. Squeezing my ass, she lifts her
hips.
If anyone can
take the wrath of me, I want to believe it’s her. I want to trust Kelly’s
resilience is a match for the doom I carry wherever I go. I want to feed off
her strength and let go of the pain that weighs me. The nightmare that haunts
me.
I want to bury
myself so deep there is no way out.
My hips plunge
forward and my cock pushes through her wet folds. Eyes wide, lips part, she
gasps at the intrusion. Pausing, I reign myself in and feed her my length
slowly. She stretches for me, pulling me in and I bend my head to take her
nipple into my mouth when the sound of someone’s fist pounding on my door
forces me to pause.
“Shit,” I grunt,
hanging my head miserably. Unable to stop myself, I slide another inch deeper
and a guttural moan passes her lips encouraging me to fill her. To fuck her
until she can’t breathe. Until she can’t fucking walk. Until the motherfucker
on the other end of that door gets lost.
“More,” she
pleads.
Not an hour ago
she was worried someone was going to catch her naked in my room. Now, she’s
hungry for it and fuck me, if that don’t make me want her more.
Burying my face
in her neck, I push deeper.
“Fuck, I want to
stay inside you forever,” I growl against her throat.
The fist slams
against the door again.
Fuck you.
“Open the
fucking door, Linc,” Wolf bellows from the other side.
At the sound of
his voice, I pull out of his niece knowing my cock is about to be severed if he
catches us. To make matters worse, Kelly jolts upright and stares at the door
like a deer caught in headlights. Scrambling to get off the bed, I snap my
fingers breaking her trance.
“Get up,” I
hiss.
“He’s going to
kill you,” she says, turning to me.
“Thanks babe,” I
mock, grabbing a pair of sweats.
“You better be
dead in there,” Wolf growls.
“Give me a
minute,” I shout. Shoving my swollen dick into the waistband of my sweatpants,
I pull a t-shirt from the drawer. Kelly gets up and circles the bed in search
of her clothes. Finding her shirt, she pulls it over her head.
“My panties.”
“We don’t got
time to solve the case of the missing fucking thong. Go hide in the bathroom,”
I order, gritting my teeth. Narrowing her eyes in anger, she flips me the bird.
“What if he goes
in the bathroom? This ain’t exactly the Ritz.”
“The closet,” I
hiss.
“I’m going to
kill you,” she sneers.
“You’re not
going to have the chance.”
Rolling her
eyes, she pulls the closet door open and steps inside. Swiping my hand down my
face, I get a whiff of her scent and realize not only do I smell like pussy
but, the entire fucking room smells like sex.
“Three seconds
before I break the fucking door down,” he growls.
Closing my hand
around the knob, I slide the deadbolt and greet the beast.
“Jesus, man,
impatient much?”
Narrowing his
eyes into tiny slits, he looks me up and down.
“That anyway to
greet the man who saved your fucking hide?” he questions. Placing his large paw
against the door, he pushes it open wide and enters my room. “What took you so
long?”
Shrugging a
shoulder impassively, I reach around and cup the back of my neck.
“I was
sleeping,” I lie.
His eyes dart to
my bed and the rumpled sheets.
“It smells like
pussy in here,” he smirks. “Looks like you’ve decided to live it up after all.”
Without
thinking, I flinch at his words. If he only knew he was talkin’ about his
niece.
“Where is she?”
Startled, I look
at him.
“Where’s who?”
“The chick you
fucked,” he replies.
“Oh,” I say,
relaxing my shoulders. “You know how it is…in and out.”
Seemingly happy
with that response, he drapes an arm around my shoulders.
“Thatta’ boy,”
he croons proudly. “Spoken like a true biker.”
“Well, it was
bound to rub off on me,” I reply, diverting my eyes to the closet. “You just
get in?”
“Yeah,” he
replies, dropping his arm from my shoulder. “Rolling down the East Coast on
club business. Figured I’d give my pipes a rest and check on how everything is
going down here.”
“I’ll be happy
to catch you up to speed,” I tell him.
I’d be a hell of
a lot happier doing it far away from this room.
“Good, I’m
fucking starving,” he says, glancing at the leather watch on his wrist. “Kelly
still wasting her days sleeping until noon?”
My eyes wander
back to the closet.
“Noon is early
for her,” I answer.
“Alright, I’ll
catch up with her after you take me for breakfast,” he says, pulling my
attention back to him.
“Sure, there’s a
Denny’s down the road.”
Sweat beads
across my forehead as I turn to grab my cut and boots. Not bothering to put
them on, I jerk my chin toward the open door.
“Fuck that, I
want steak and eggs,” he taunts. “And, you’re treating.”
Little does he
know, I’d rob a cow to get him the fuck out of here.
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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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