Readers find themselves pulled back into the gritty and emotionally intense world of the Satan’s Knights in this epic tale of redemption and the concept of what defines family. Keep reading to get a tempting taste of From the Ruins by Janine Infante Bosco, along with getting my impressions of this tale. You’ll also get a message from the author as well as learning even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour, then add this unforgettable romance to your bookshelf. In honor of this next installment in the world of the Satan’s Knights make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a print copy of this book signed by the author and cover model and a $25 Amazon GC too!
From the Ruins by Janine Infante Bosco
Dear Reader,
Here we are again, off the heels of one epic ride and ready to embark on the next one.
Pipe’s story first came to me as I was writing Eternal Temptations and it’s taken some time to figure out who the woman that heals him should be. As it turns out, I didn’t have to look very far. All I had to do was look in the mirror.
Seems easy enough but when you’re telling a story that focuses on your own truth, you need to dig deep and find the courage to say what you’ve kept under wraps.
This story isn’t just about Pipe.
It’s about me.
It’s about Janine Infante Bosco telling you her truth.
It’s about finding a way to tell my story and move on when I’m still not certain I’m ready to.
Truth, I have been separated from my husband for two years.
Truth, divorce or in my case, separation---is ugly.
Truth, the children hurt just as much as the parents if not more.
Truth, it changes the way you interpret love.
Truth, it changes you.
It brings you down but you rise up and become better than you were before.
Stronger than you thought possible.
You learn to appreciate the little things and accept change.
My story isn’t over because one chapter has ended and you’ll find neither is Layla’s.
As always, I promise to give you a beautiful love story full of healing and unexpected surprises.
I will restore your faith in brotherhood and teach you family isn’t always about blood.
We’ll all be Property of Parrish in the end but first I’m going to torture you all a little.
Saddle up, the boys in leather are back!
The motherfucks will fly, people will die, you will cry and curse the day you ever heard of me.
The men are crass. They’re vulgar and they’re not scholars.
The Satan’s Knights are street guys who use slang and the grammar won’t be on point.
Some of your old favorites are back but if you’ve never read any of my books you will totally be fine. However, if the word fuck offends you—well, then this book isn’t for you.
If you’re cool with it then, let’s fucking do this!
Become part of this unconventional family.
Be
Property
Of
Parrish.
See you on the other side,
Janine
“Pipe”
In every man’s life there comes a day of reckoning. It’s the day darkness is exposed and sinners are punished for their trespasses.
A day when loyalty is destroyed and a man is left in ruins.
A day when loyalty is destroyed and a man is left in ruins.
When he walks away from his club and loses his religion.
Whoever said from the ruins they will rise again never walked a mile in my shoes or the pair of red ones I was left holding.
“Layla”
He’s bitter, cold and angry.
He’s seen his share of heartache.
Lived through tragedy and despair.
He’s my neighbor.
The man I know should stay away from.
The man who will destroy what’s left of me if I get too close.
Whoever said from the ruins they will rise again never walked a mile in my shoes or the pair of red ones I was left holding.
“Layla”
He’s bitter, cold and angry.
He’s seen his share of heartache.
Lived through tragedy and despair.
He’s my neighbor.
The man I know should stay away from.
The man who will destroy what’s left of me if I get too close.
He’s Lee Jameson, and I’m Layla Milano.
This is our story.
The story of two people left in ruins forced to rise again.
This is our story.
The story of two people left in ruins forced to rise again.
EXCERPT:
Running after Lee, I forget my kitchen resembles a small pond or that I’m soaking wet myself. Hell, I don’t even have a chance to process his actual name before he’s folding his large frame into my car. Shuffling down the steps, I hurry toward him making sure I don’t wind up taking another flop in the mud.
Finally reaching the car, I splay both hands over the hood and lean forward.
“Get out of the car,” I demand.
About to switch gears, he turns his attention toward me and narrows his eyes. The thought of him possibly judging me sets me off into a frenzy.
“You’ve done enough damage,” I tell him, smacking the palm of my hand against the hood. “I wouldn’t be in this mess if you could just keep your dick in your pants, but no, you had to go and pick possibly the two dumbest people on the planet to sleep with and now I’m the one paying with a broken car.”
“I didn’t actually sleep with them,” he mutters.
My anger doesn’t seem to quell and the more he sits behind the wheel staring at me, the more my hands tremble. Lifting them from the hood of the car, I applaud him sarcastically.
“Congratulations, you’ve spared yourself the risk of getting gangrene. Me, on the other hand, has to still suffer the consequences of your poor choices,” I spit.
“Jesus Christ, woman, I’m trying to make it right,” he shouts angrily, slamming his fist against the steering wheel. Seeing the frustration radiate from his features, I drop my arms to my side and narrow my eyes in disbelief.
Since the moment I met this man he has been nothing but nasty to me. Even when I apologized to him he acted like a dick. Now he wants to be helpful and I’m supposed to believe he grew a conscience over night?
“Why?” I blurt. “Why all of a sudden do you care?”
Clearly annoyed, he rubs his hands vigorously across his face before putting the car in park and stepping out of it. With one arm braced on the door, he pins me with those incredible eyes of his and I temporarily forget what we’re doing.
“Would you rather I didn’t? That change could be arranged,” he hisses. “Your car is fucked, Layla, and fuck me if I know why, but I feel responsible. Now, the man upstairs didn’t give me a whole lot of blessings but he gave me hands, and I’m damn fucking good with them.”
Unsure how to respond to his confession, I remain silent. I quickly learn giving him the floor is a mistake because what he says next breaks the little resolve I have.
“For crying out loud, haven’t you ever had a man help you before?”
His words slam into me with force and the weight of every burden I’ve been carrying drags me down. Willing myself not to let my emotions get the best of me, I swallow down the lump lodged in my throat and shake my head.
“Not without wanting something in return,” I confess. It’s a truth I didn’t realize until I was already on my own. I can’t say for certain that my ex-husband was the exception. He dangled that fucking house of his in my face for years. It didn’t matter that I was the one who made it a home, in his eyes I should’ve been grateful he put a roof over my head. I never felt as though it was ours. It was his and I was the woman who lived there.
Suddenly, it’s not about the car but about everything that has ever gone wrong in my life. Every single hole I’ve had to dig myself out of.
“Let me fix your car,” Lee says, dragging me away from my head.
Staring at him blankly, I shake my head as I give into the tears.
“I have insurance…shit,” I cry, wiping at my eyes. “I mean, I think I have insurance,” I amend, unsure if I paid the bill. I suppose it’s a good sign I don’t remember getting a cancelation notice in the mail.
“Oh God,” I moan, lifting my hands to my face. “I’m sorry,” I sob. The tears fall freely and I can’t keep up. Realizing it’s a wasted effort, I drop my hands and unload all my grief. “I’m overwhelmed,” I admit. “You’re right, this is the last thing I need right now. I have three kids who basically hate me since I left their father, a son whose favorite pastime is getting into trouble and a shit job that doesn’t pay the bills. Let’s not forget a house that’s falling apart at the seams. I’ve never felt more out of control than I do now, and every time I think I’m getting ahead, something else happens that sets me back. And now I’m standing in front of a man who is basically a stranger and I’m crying. I’m fucking crying and I don’t cry.”
“Shit,” he hisses, stepping awkwardly toward me. Lifting a hand, he seems to debate on what to do with it until he pats my shoulder uncomfortably. “There, now,” he mutters. “Pull yourself together, killer.”
If I wasn’t falling apart I think this would be funny. I mean we make quite the pair. He’s fighting a hangover and I’m having a nervous breakdown. While I’m dressed in pajamas, he’s wearing the same clothes as the night before and we’re both drenched from the waterfall inside my house. I have diarrhea of the mouth and he has no idea what to do with me as we play tug of war with my car. Not to mention my kids are on the front porch watching the whole exchange. Yeah, we look like a bunch of clowns.
A laugh flies past my lips and I cover my mouth with my hands to stop the fit of giggles that insanely erupts.
“Oh good, we’ve moved onto laughing,” he says, dropping his hand from my shoulder. Taking a step back, he shoves his hands into his pockets and stares at me like I have three heads.
“Oh my God,” I say, chuckling. “You should see your face right now,” I comment, grabbing my stomach. His eyes narrow at me.
“You playing me, girl?”
“No,” I hiccup, shaking my head. “I swear.”
Having had enough of me, he blows out an exasperated sigh.
“So, do we have a deal?”
“Wait,” I say, sobering up. “There was a deal?”
“Yeah, the deal is I fix the fucking car.”
“And what do I do?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, stop. Let me do this. It’ll make me feel better and like your son, my favorite pastime these days seems to be getting myself in a shit ton of trouble. If I’m busy fixing your car then I’ll be too busy to make the next bad decision and it’ll keep the whores off the front lawn, both yours and mine.”
“I don’t have any whores.”
“Feeling better?” he questions, lifting an eyebrow.
My situation was hopeless, and no, I wasn’t feeling better about any of it but for some reason I wasn’t feeling weighted down by my life. “I’m not sure,” I admit as I cock my head to the side and study the faint lines in the corner of his eyes. After a beat, I shake my head and break away from the hypnotic spell they seem to have me under. “I’ll pay you back. I’ll call the insurance company and put a claim in.”
“Whatever makes you sleep better, killer,” he replies. “Or you can make me a pot of coffee and we’ll be even. Either way, get out of my way and let me get started.”
“There he is,” I start. “I was starting to mourn the asshole I’ve come to expect.”
“Have no fear, I’m an asshole first and foremost,” he says.
We both grow silent for a moment and I swear I see his lips quirk ever so slightly.
“Thank you,” I murmur softly.
“Get on, girl,” he says with a nod.
Hesitantly, I step around him and glance up at my house. Three sets of eyes stare back at me and I’m reminded of the busted pipe and the list of things I was supposed to do today. Things I’m not sure how they’ll get done now that I don’t have a car.
“Jesus Christ, what is it now?” I hear Lee say behind me.
Turning around, I watch as he lights a cigarette. Taking the first long pull, he leans against the side of the car and waits for me to deliver my next blow.
“I don’t have a car.”
“Is this a delayed reaction type thing?”
“It’s just, well, I mean we’re not in the city. I can’t hop on a bus. I’ve got a busted pipe I need to fix and I was supposed to go into town today. And then there is school. How am I supposed to get my kids to school every day?”
“Lay it on me, killer, what do you need to do,” he says, pushing off the car. He ashes his cigarette before taking another long pull and leveling me with those eyes of his. “Aside from the pipe thing because I doubt you can fix that thing on your own.”
“How would you know? I happen to be very handy,” I defend.
“I bet you are,” he says with a smirk.
I’m not blind and as brief as it is, I watch his eyes scan the length of me.
“How handy are we talking?” he adds.
“I have a pink tool belt,” I blurt, feeling the slightest blush creep across my cheeks. In that instant, I remind myself that he’s the same man from last night, the guy who spent the night with two women. The man who yelled at my son. The man I threatened with a pair of brass knuckles.
The thing is, right now, he doesn’t seem so angry. In this moment, he’s not the rancid devil menacing his way through life. He’s just another guy, someone who may just have a heart buried somewhere deep inside.
“I can take you into town,” he says with a grunt.
“That’s nice of you to offer but after last night, I’m not letting my son out of my sight and I didn’t see a side car attached to your bike.”
“I’ve got a truck, killer,” he retorts, jutting his chin toward his garage. “You and your posse can fit in the back. I reckon there ain’t any school on a Sunday, aye?”
“Aye?” I repeat.
“You need to go into town, I’ll take you and your tribe into town. We’ll figure out the rest—“
“But—“
“Jesus Christ, please just shut up,” he interrupts as he clutches the sides of his head. “Go get your kids ready or whatever it is you need to do and let’s get a move on,” he growls. “But first, go change out of that wet t-shirt,” he adds, turning toward his house. Embarrassment floods me and I glance down at the sheer shirt molded to my breasts. Crossing my arms in a feeble attempt to hide my nipples from him, I look back at him.
“Where are you going?” I call out as he reaches his steps.
“To down a bottle of Advil,” he says over his shoulder. “You got five minutes to get your ass out here.”
Five minutes?
Does he have any idea how long it takes to get everyone ready? It takes us five minutes to find our shoes.
“Thanks,” I shout.
He replies by slamming his front door shut.
And there he is.
The asshole.
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MY IMPRESSIONS OF THIS BOOK:
When last we saw ”Pipe” he was a broken man. In the blink of an eye a bomb took his wife and left him questioning the price he paid in the name of brotherhood. He turned his back on the men and women he once called family and left his past behind to wallow in misery and wait for the end. Things don’t go as expected though when a newly-divorced woman with three children invades his solitude and has him discovering a new definition of family. Pain and fear of the unknown drives these two older and wiser individuals in a journey full of scorching encounters and unexpected twists and turns.
Lee Jameson’s childhood was a tough one full of sacrifice and death that ended with him in jail. Once out, he found the men of Satan’s Knights and made a name (Pipe) and a life for himself that he thought was enough. Tragedy showed how fleeting happiness is though and left him feeling responsible for the fall-out and running from his past choices. Wallowing in guilt and waiting to die makes him the proverbial grumpy neighbor until the woman and children next door reawaken the heart he thought was dead. He’s full of rage when they first meet him but their intrusions have him becoming more invested in their lives and has him finding a new family to be a part of. He and Layla are a formidable match as she gives as good as she gets even as he tries to push her away. Being part of her family brings out his softer side which endeared him to me and was an intriguing dichotomy to his usual gruff and badass persona. Though he doesn’t think he’s worthy of a second chance at happiness each member of the Milano family shows him how wrong he is in one sweet and charming interaction after another. When danger once again comes calling he’s more than ready to reawaken his deadly demons to keep his new-found family safe. Pipe’s been through a lot of loss in his life, seen his mother and men he called brother die right in front him, and it made me sympathetic towards him. Everything he believed in, everything he’d sacrificed for the Club, was proved to be false and it broke me to see him so broken after seeing him so supportive of the Knights throughout so many books. It was a slow journey towards recovery, towards finding something worth believing in, and I enjoyed the road he took every step of the way. He’s a more seasoned hero but no less sexy and a master of dirty talk. He has a sweet side too and despite his roughness his scenes with Layla’s kids charmed me wholeheartedly and added a bit of heart to a very gritty tale.
Layla thought she had a picture-perfect life but as the years went by her dream grew tarnished. Starting over as a divorcee, and feeling lost and alone, she finds herself becoming slowly immersed in the tormented life of her neighbor. In so many ways he’s wrong for her, but with each sweet word and deed, she finds it easier to make him a part of her family. Though he doesn’t think he’s worthy of her goodness she goes out of her way to prove him wrong. With her kids by her side they slowly wear him down and give him a reason to fight again to keep them safe. She and Lee are an engaging couple as they both enjoy cursing and aren’t afraid to stick up for themselves. Theirs is a sizzling connection teeming with sexual tension and their clandestine encounters were erotically-charged and had me blushing. He challenged her and reminded her that she’s more than a mother in scenes that were empowering for them both. Ultimately, Layla’s an unforgettable heroine who becomes stronger than she ever thought possible, the perfect Old Lady to a badass biker!
Though this story took place in the world of the Satan’s Knights it was all about Pipe moving on from his painful past. It was his journey to put years of guilt behind him to be the man he finally figures out he wants to be. The chaos of the MC wasn’t far behind though as truths came out that put Layla’s life in danger. That danger brought back men we’ve come to know and love despite how rough around the edges they are. Pipe may have turned his back on his brothers, but they never gave up on him and when the Club’s war invades his HEA they ride to the rescue once again in an action-packed and fast-paced conclusion. I don’t normally care for children in romances but Layla’s kids were immensely entertaining throughout this story. Each had a unique personality that brought out different sides to Pipe that had me falling for him even more with each turn of the page. The kid’s antics and speech were realistic and brought a sentimental smile to my face as I remembered my own childhood. Sweet interactions were nicely balanced with scorching adult interludes that kept me fully invested in this heartbreaking and heartwarming tale. Though the conclusion is a definitive one it’s clear there’s more hell to pay in the future as the Club’s nemesis is gaining strength. Yes, this story is about Pipe’s redemption but it’s also about the Club finding its faith...not only faith in each other, but in the power and unending support of Jack Parrish who made them a family from the start. This story gave me a chance to breathe and embrace the happiness before moving on to the next part of the war and I’m eagerly counting down the days until the blood starts shedding again!
Lee Jameson’s childhood was a tough one full of sacrifice and death that ended with him in jail. Once out, he found the men of Satan’s Knights and made a name (Pipe) and a life for himself that he thought was enough. Tragedy showed how fleeting happiness is though and left him feeling responsible for the fall-out and running from his past choices. Wallowing in guilt and waiting to die makes him the proverbial grumpy neighbor until the woman and children next door reawaken the heart he thought was dead. He’s full of rage when they first meet him but their intrusions have him becoming more invested in their lives and has him finding a new family to be a part of. He and Layla are a formidable match as she gives as good as she gets even as he tries to push her away. Being part of her family brings out his softer side which endeared him to me and was an intriguing dichotomy to his usual gruff and badass persona. Though he doesn’t think he’s worthy of a second chance at happiness each member of the Milano family shows him how wrong he is in one sweet and charming interaction after another. When danger once again comes calling he’s more than ready to reawaken his deadly demons to keep his new-found family safe. Pipe’s been through a lot of loss in his life, seen his mother and men he called brother die right in front him, and it made me sympathetic towards him. Everything he believed in, everything he’d sacrificed for the Club, was proved to be false and it broke me to see him so broken after seeing him so supportive of the Knights throughout so many books. It was a slow journey towards recovery, towards finding something worth believing in, and I enjoyed the road he took every step of the way. He’s a more seasoned hero but no less sexy and a master of dirty talk. He has a sweet side too and despite his roughness his scenes with Layla’s kids charmed me wholeheartedly and added a bit of heart to a very gritty tale.
Layla thought she had a picture-perfect life but as the years went by her dream grew tarnished. Starting over as a divorcee, and feeling lost and alone, she finds herself becoming slowly immersed in the tormented life of her neighbor. In so many ways he’s wrong for her, but with each sweet word and deed, she finds it easier to make him a part of her family. Though he doesn’t think he’s worthy of her goodness she goes out of her way to prove him wrong. With her kids by her side they slowly wear him down and give him a reason to fight again to keep them safe. She and Lee are an engaging couple as they both enjoy cursing and aren’t afraid to stick up for themselves. Theirs is a sizzling connection teeming with sexual tension and their clandestine encounters were erotically-charged and had me blushing. He challenged her and reminded her that she’s more than a mother in scenes that were empowering for them both. Ultimately, Layla’s an unforgettable heroine who becomes stronger than she ever thought possible, the perfect Old Lady to a badass biker!
Though this story took place in the world of the Satan’s Knights it was all about Pipe moving on from his painful past. It was his journey to put years of guilt behind him to be the man he finally figures out he wants to be. The chaos of the MC wasn’t far behind though as truths came out that put Layla’s life in danger. That danger brought back men we’ve come to know and love despite how rough around the edges they are. Pipe may have turned his back on his brothers, but they never gave up on him and when the Club’s war invades his HEA they ride to the rescue once again in an action-packed and fast-paced conclusion. I don’t normally care for children in romances but Layla’s kids were immensely entertaining throughout this story. Each had a unique personality that brought out different sides to Pipe that had me falling for him even more with each turn of the page. The kid’s antics and speech were realistic and brought a sentimental smile to my face as I remembered my own childhood. Sweet interactions were nicely balanced with scorching adult interludes that kept me fully invested in this heartbreaking and heartwarming tale. Though the conclusion is a definitive one it’s clear there’s more hell to pay in the future as the Club’s nemesis is gaining strength. Yes, this story is about Pipe’s redemption but it’s also about the Club finding its faith...not only faith in each other, but in the power and unending support of Jack Parrish who made them a family from the start. This story gave me a chance to breathe and embrace the happiness before moving on to the next part of the war and I’m eagerly counting down the days until the blood starts shedding again!
My rating for this is an A.
*I got this book from the author for review in exchange for my honest opinion.
AUTHOR INFO:
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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