07 March 2018

Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Loner, Nomad #4, by Janine Infante Bosco

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

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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.


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.





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.

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About Janie 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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