Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Book Tour for Loner by Janine Infante Bosco (Review & GIVEAWAY)

Readers take one last ride with the Satan’s Knights in this tale of young love, second chances, and revenge that kept me on the edge of my seat from the first page to the last.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Loner by Janine Infante Bosco, along with my impressions of it, then learn even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour.  In honor of this fourth installment in the Nomad series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a signed print copy of this book, a signed poster, and an Amazon GC too!

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.




When it comes to MC-fueled romances nobody does it better than Ms. Bosco with her depiction of the Satan’s Knights!  It’s an intense world she’s crafted based on love and loyalty that keeps you on the edge of your seat as characters, who’ve come to feel like family, struggle to get their HEAs.  With this final installment in the Nomad series there’s a sense of finality but there’s also a subtle promise of more to come as one or two strings were left hanging.

Lincoln Brandt’s childhood was one of pain and loss as the unacknowledged son of MC royalty.  His legacy was one of blood, criminality, and drugs that his mother tried to keep him from but that ultimately sucked him in and took the life of the first woman he ever loved.  Guilt has been his constant companion ever since, and in an attempt to keep a new love safe, he ran away and landed in the middle of a deadly war.  Now in a wheelchair, the result of a bomb sent to their clubhouse, he’s trying to walk again while overcoming the bitterness of what’s befallen him.  A chance to get revenge on the man who’s orchestrated all of the bad things that have happened to the Satan’s Knights is the impetus to his is the unexpected arrival of the woman whose love had him running from the HEA he so desperately wanted with her.  Linc’s life has been a constant battle, a war within himself over his guilt and his belief that he’ll bring nothing but pain to those he cares for.  A battle too from those who know his true identity and want him to pay for his birth father’s crimes.  The battles have left him bitter and alone, with his only moments of true happiness courtesy of his first young love and the more mature and meaningful love of Kelly.  Linc’s a compelling hero who’s made many mistakes, spilled lots of blood, but I’m still drawn to him and rooting for the one woman who can ease his pain.  His disability is vividly depicted, the physical and emotional pain of it pulls you in and makes his frustrations relatable.  There’s not a quick fix to his recovery, and even by the end he’s still struggling, which I applaud Ms. Bosco for as it made for more realistic storytelling.  On a whole Lincoln’s a hero who’s rough around the edges but whose heart shines bright as fate finally had him grabbing on to Kelly with both hands as he and his Brothers rode to her rescue.

Kelly Scotto’s life is one teeming with loneliness and her desperate desire for attention.  From an early age it’s clear that her mother is incapable of love and that the only person who cares about her is her Uncle Wolf, a member of the Satan’s Knights.  It’s not long though before her friendship with a younger Linc turns to romance as they’re both lonely souls who find solace and support in each other’s arms.  Putting her heart on the line left her bitter and lost once again when he left amidst heartbreaking words and it still has her angry when she sees him recovering at Wolf’s house.  She’s leery of opening her heart again but Linc’s too much of a temptation.  Using every arsenal in his sensual playbook brings feelings from the past back and has her longing to get the HEA they once planned for in a sweet and sexy reunion.  Kelly’s a strong-willed woman, bold with her words and deeds, and she’s a formidable match for Lincoln.  As a young girl she starved for attention and went out of her way to get it.  It made for fiery teen years and it’s now left her a woman who won’t back down.  She’s fearless about everything except when it comes to matters of the heart which at first has her hesitant to take a chance on Lincoln, but with their lives on the line she embraces what he’s offering wholeheartedly in a triumph of the heart.

This was an intense story from the very first page to the last as readers get taken on an unforgettable roller coaster ride.  Told in dual POVs, and showing us where this dynamic duo came from to where they are now, it made for a compelling read that fully invested me in their heartbreaking lives.  It’s a more personal story this time around with most of the action taking place in the very last chapters.  Before that it’s a story full of heart and soul, full of tragedy and joy, and it required a few tissues to get through.  It’s ultimately a story about family though and it’s one last stand for the Satan’s Knights against a villain who’s orchestrated many vile acts throughout the series.  Their final confrontation with Yankovich was a mostly satisfying one, but in some ways it wasn’t near enough for all the heinous acts he’s committed.  By the turn of the final page I was left cheering for the sexy and supportive men of the Satan’s Knights yet ready for more from the talented Ms. Bosco.

My rating for this is an A.

*I got this book from the author for review in exchange for my honest opinion.


DRIFTER (Book #1)
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.



WANDERER (Book #2)
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.



ROAMER (Book #3)
The first moment I stared into Ally’s tortured blue eyes, my subconscious knew I’d never escape her. She called to the darkest part of my soul and made it impossible to ignore the strange pull I felt towards her.
Some things are just meant to be.
As long as we were both breathing, my heart would do time with hers. Like the famous outlaw lovers, Bonnie and Clyde, Ally and I committed the perfect crime. I claimed her heart, and she stole mine.
I only meant to save her.
To heal her.
Now, my past threatens to ruin her.
Wanted dead or alive, I’ve got her by my side and together we’ll ride.
I thought the world forgot me.
That I had died at fourteen.
But, I never knew life until I knew him.
Rescued and healed, I found love in the face of an outlaw.
Whether he fails or flies, I’ll ride until I die.
I’m his Bonnie and he’s my Clyde.
A love as strong as ours will never die.




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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