Friday, July 13, 2018

Book Tour for The Devil Don’t Sleep by Janine Infante Bosco (Review & GIVEAWAY)

It’s an emotional journey of second chances found amongst the pages of this sexy and suspenseful thrill ride that will keep readers on edge from the first page to the last.  Keep reading to get a tempting taste of The Devil Don’t Sleep by Janine Infante Bosco, along with my impressions of it, then add it to your bookshelf.  In honor of this next installment in the Satan’s Knights MC series make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $25 Amazon GC along with a signed print copy of this book too!

Sometimes we must let go of what was, appreciate what remains and fearlessly embrace what comes next.
Sebastian “Bas”
Born to a family of outlaws, I was destined to ride with, the Satan’s Knights MC. With mayhem, and havoc in my blood and chaos living deep in my soul, I learned the Devil don't sleep. You never hear him creeping and he often comes disguised as everything you ever wanted.
I was just a teenager when she first showed, masquerading as the girl of my dreams. A whiskey shootin' spitfire who knocked me on my ass and helped me turn the town upside down. The girl who stole my heart with her smile and never gave it back.
The same bitch who ruined me and turned my blood to ice.
It's been six years since I turned my back on Mac, my family and my club. I've pushed her to the back of my head, wrote everyone off and damned the Kentucky charter to Hell. But, where God built a church, the Devil built a chapel.
Now, her life is on the line and it's clear I'm still a sucker for her gorgeous chaos because I'm the one riding to her rescue.
Mackenzie “Mac”
I often dreamed of what it would be like to stare into Bas' blue eyes again. To hear his raspy voice, whisper his love for me and feel his strong arms around me. After all, it's always been in his embrace that I felt the safest.
In my dreams, he abolishes my sins and forgives me for breaking both our hearts. But this is no dream.
I'm running from a nightmare and the one running with me, looks at me with enough anger to burn the world to ash. Once upon a time, we were in love.
Once upon a time, it was us against the world.
Once upon a time, he didn't look at me and see the Devil.
If only he knew the truth. If only he knew the Devil was a broken angel with tattered wings.
An angel who sacrificed her heart and soul for him.


“I have to swing by my apartment.”
“Did something happen?”
Another vague answer.
However, he looks like he’s about to lose his shit and so, I decided not to argue. I also fasten my fucking seat belt. Five minutes later we pull in front of an oversized apartment complex. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before but then again, a lot of New York is like nowhere else. Still, I can’t help but stare, taking in the people hanging around the streetlamps and the fire escapes outside every window.
Bas kills the engine on the truck and turns to me, pointing towards the glovebox.
“Lock the doors and do not get out of the car,” he warns. “If I’m not back in ten minutes, use my phone to call Jack and tell him to come to get you from my apartment. There’s a piece in the glovebox if anyone fucks with you, don’t hesitate to use it.”
Now, any sane woman would be scared.
I wasn’t.
In fact, I’m almost certain we’ve had some variation of this conversation before. Instead of calling Jack, it was Mooney I was ordered to call and there was a piece in the glovebox then too. A brand new forty-five if I remember correctly.
“Ten minutes,” he reiterates as he gets out of the truck and slams the door. My eyes follow him down the walkway leading to the complex until he disappears inside. Sitting there, I start to fidget and move to turn on the radio. Remembering the car was off, I reach over the console to turn the key in the ignition but pause when I spot his phone.
Biting my lip, I lean back in my seat and try to tame my curiosity. I’ve never been the girl who looks at someone’s phone. When we were together, I trusted Bas completely and with Junior, I just didn’t give a fuck. I felt it was an invasion of privacy and a desperate move. However, I had zero fucks left to give and desperation was now my middle name. Taking the phone, I swipe at the screen only for karma to hit and ask me for a passcode.
So much for desperation and curiosity.
Putting the phone back, I lean back again and stare out the window. In the next five minutes, I witness a couple having sex against a wall and a drug deal. Bas’ neighbors were colorful for lack of better words. I might not have been living it up in Kentucky, but neither was he. Soulmates through and through, we were both slumming it.
Another five minutes pass before I lose my patience and start to panic. The instructions Bas gave me flee my mind and I grab the keys before opening my door. As I start for the building, I scan the curious stares directed at me and hear the catcalls. Ignoring both, I enter the lobby and realize I have no idea what apartment is his.
As I turn to leave, out of the corner of my eye I spot rows of mailboxes lining a wall. Each mailbox appoints a last name to an apartment number. Scanning name after name, I find Bas’ and match it to his number. I take the stairs, making my way to his floor. Reaching the landing, I round the corner and walk the narrow hallway to his apartment.
Standing in front of the door, I hear his muffled voice and notice it’s slightly ajar. Not knowing what I might find on the other side, I freeze and debate on turning around.
Why is it we’re always drawn to the things that have the ability to ruin us?
Why do we never listen to our instincts?
Turn around, Mac.
Go back to the car.
I should’ve walked away.
I should’ve stayed in the car and counted the fire escapes on the building.
Instead, I push the door open and stare in horror as Bas stands at the foot of his bed in front of a naked woman kneeling on the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt while she sucks on his neck. The bile rises in my throat as the woman lifts her eyes to mine. Her mouth doesn’t let up. If anything, she sucks harder, leaving her mark.
On him and on me.
He speaks but I can’t make out what he says over the ringing in my ears.
Lunging forward, I grab the back of his shirt and twist it in my fist, pulling him out of her reach.
“You son of a bitch!”
It’s all I see.
Until he turns around and then all I see is blue.
His blue eyes hold mine as he wraps his hands around my wrists.
“Stop,” he shouts.
“Stop?” I shriek. “That’s what you say?”
“It’s her,” the naked bitch says behind him.
“Shut the fuck up, Dori,” Bas growls, tightening his hold on my flailing wrists.
“Get your fucking hands off me,” I holler.
“Calm down and I will,” he grinds out.
Nostrils flaring, I pull away with all my might causing me to stumble backward. Balancing myself, I glare at him as I take a step away from him.
“Was this your plan all along?”
“If you would shut the fuck up, I’ll explain—“
“Explain?” I screech. “I should let you explain yourself?” I ask incredulously. “All I’ve asked of you is for a chance to fucking explain myself, but you don’t give a fuck. You’re blinded by hate and the only thing you give a damn about is revenge. You want to hurt me as badly as I hurt you. Isn’t that right?” I spat. “That was your plan wasn’t it? Take Ryder to Jack’s and make me think I will finally get my chance to tell my side of the story. The trip down memory lane was a real nice touch. Leaving me in the car while you got your dick sucked—not so much.”
“That’s not what fucking happened,” he roars, reaching to grab my wrist again.
Taking another step back, I glance behind him at the woman staring between us.
God forgive me, but she’s not even pretty.
“Fuck you,” she hisses.
“Oh, did I say that out loud?” I mock before slicing my eyes back to Bas. “We’re finally even.”





Ms. Bosco is a master when it comes to MC romances courtesy of her multi-layered storytelling, juggling of numerous emotionally engaging storylines and a colorful and eclectic cast of characters who have become family.  This latest installment is once again fueled by danger and revenge but is more focused on the second chance romance of a dynamic duo separated by fate trying to put past hurts behind them to make a future.  Add in the Club President’s continuing mental health issues and you have a story that pulled at my heartstrings, played with my emotions, before rewarding me with a satisfying conclusion that still managed to leave me with a sense of foreboding.

Sebastian Turner grew up in the MC world with a father who was President of his Club and who instilled a sense of honor in Bas that made him a delicious hero who I was immensely drawn to.  His mother’s a strong-willed woman who enjoys being the Club’s mama, but she’s a bit heartless too and has always treated Bas as if he wasn’t ever good enough.  The best part of being in his Club though was his romance with Mackenzie.  They were the perfect match, loving like nothing could ever go wrong...until it did.  A five-year prison term to save the honor of his Club took him away from Mac and when he returned even bigger changes had occurred that devastated him and had him leaving his heart and soul behind.  It was a betrayal that’s eaten at him every day since he left, had him desperately trying to erase her from his soul, but when danger befalls her he rushes to her rescue despite the anger still weighing on him.  A road trip back to the Satan’s Knights leaves lots of time for talk as well as getting to know Mac’s young son Ryder.  Rehashing past hurts leads to lots of pain, but also opens his eyes to truths that hurt him even more as the anger he’s held all these years was misplaced.  Keeping her safe gives him a second chance to live the life he always dreamed of while in jail, gives him a chance to be the kind of honorable father his own parent was, and watching all the years of anger washed away made for an empowering story full of heartwarming words and deeds.  Bas is a sexy biker who early on tries to keep himself isolated from Mac, but she and Ryder slowly burrow their way back into his heart.  Reserved banter soon became more playful, more sensual, as Mac and Ryder pulled at Bas’s heartstrings.  Bas wore his heart on his sleeve, was very open about his anger and guilt, and it endeared him to me as he beautifully balanced a tough guy exterior with a warm and caring nature inside that especially made me smile in his scenes with Ryder.  On a whole he’s yet another of the Satan’s Knights that you can’t help but fall for, even when their drawing blood from their enemies.

Mac was once a carefree young girl full of energy and wildness, happy to be Bas’s girl as they set their hometown on fire.  They were a perfect match and their love shown through every action.  Mac was more than willing to wait for Bas to return home from prison but fate had other ideas.  Bas’s brother and mother had their own agenda for the Club and unfortunately Mac got caught up in the war and ended up in hell.  She endured her own prison sentence, losing herself along the way, but was rewarded by the birth of her son whose smile was infectious.  While she’s always longed for Bas’s return, she’s angry too and doesn’t want to accept his offer of safety.  But love for Ryder has her making a deal with the devil by returning to Brooklyn and the promised safety of the Satan’s Knights.  Her time with Bas is full of talking, full of dealing with past hurts, but it also allows her time to find herself again.  Her years without Bas led to a loss of self and I applauded her finally sticking up for herself here.  The only thing that frustrated me about Mac was her not revealing her own truth long ago.  Both her and Bas could’ve had their HEA long ago had she just spoken up.  Despite that though I still found Mac a likable heroine who adored her son and was a strong support to Bas once they dealt with the issues overshadowing their crackling connection.

This was an engaging story from its powerful prologue that heartbreakingly depicted Bas’s pain to its cheer-worthy ending that reminded readers why you want to be “Property of Parrish”.  It was a slow burn of forgiveness and acceptance for Bas and Mac with their sweet and sexy journey holding me captive.  Heartfelt talks were perfectly balanced with scorching encounters that were reminiscent of their younger, wilder days.  Their interactions were full of anger early on but as the story progressed their love and devotion had clearly come back to had they.  I don’t normally care for children in romances but Ryder was utterly delightful.  He easily brought out Bas’s paternal side and I was charmed by Ryder becoming a mini-me.  The best part of the story though, the part that permeates every installment of this series, is the brotherhood. These men would literally die for each other, almost have a time or two, and that unwavering support is the heart and soul of this series.  The banter amongst these rough around the edges bikers is playful at times, a bit crass too, but it always makes me smile.  Their support of each other comes from Jack Parrish who sees every biker, every person those biker’s claim, as a family member.  He would sacrifice everything for this self-made family and the gruff President’s actions brought a tear to my eye.  He’s clearly struggling with his own demons in this story and it’s a heartbreaking battle that he’s waging with himself that leaves me full of foreboding while waiting for the next installment in this series.

My rating for this is an A-

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

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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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