Title: Drifter

Series: A Nomad Series Novel Book One

Author: Janine Infante Bosco

Genre: Adult, Contemporary, Erotic, MC, Romantic Suspense

Published: November 8, 2016 Cover Designer: JB's Cover Obsession Design Model: Matthew Hosea Photographer: Wander Pedro Aguiar

Stryker

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. 

Stryker.

***NOTE: Contains explicit sexual situations, violence, sensitive subjects, offensive language, and mature topics. Recommended for age 18 years and up. ***

Excerpt – “The ride”: Drifter – A Nomad Series Novel Book One © Copyright All Rights Reserved 2016

That fucking skirt she’s wearing hugs her curves, leaving little to the imagination, and while the view is fucking amazing, she couldn’t be dressed any worse for the ride on the back of my bike. She knew it too and before she followed me out the front door of the swanky steakhouse, she sashayed those hips of hers to the bar. She asked the bartender for a steak knife, handed it to me and asked me to do what every motherfucker in the joint wanted to do—cut the skirt. I traded the serrated blade of the steak knife for the sharp blade I kept in my back pocket and sliced through the stitch behind her knees, extending the slit up the back of the skirt so she could straddle my bike. I’d tear the fucking thing off when it came time for her to straddle me, and just for kicks, maybe I’d cut it off her because fuck me, cutting through the stitching of her skirt had me hard as a rock.

It took every ounce of control I could muster not to let my hands travel under that skirt and sink my fingers deep into her ass cheeks. Instead, I kept my hands on her hips, spun her around and stared up into her eyes. They might be my favorite part of her. After spending most of my time with her fighting not to take in every inch of her body, allowing myself only glimpses so I wouldn’t be distracted by her curves, I became pretty fucking hooked on those eyes. They were a bewitching shade of green.

So fucking rare.

So fucking unique.

So damn pretty.

They had the power to put me in a trance just like her hips that swayed back and forth like a pendulum.

Fuck—everything about her made me want to forget who I am and learn who she is.

The roar of my engine purrs, distracting me from her perfect face and I see the parking attendant pull my bike up in front of us. I hand him the ticket, pay the fee and turn around to Gina, watching as she bites down on her plump bottom lip and assesses my Harley.

Throwing a leg over my bike, I grab the helmet dangling off one of the handlebars and offer it to her.

“Still want that ride?” I ask when she doesn’t take the helmet and continues to stare at the bike. I don’t see any hesitation when her eyes lock with mine and a smile spreads across her sensual mouth—a mouth made for a man to dream of when he’s lonely.

“You bet your ass I do,” she says, closing the distance between us as she braces her hand on my shoulder and straddles the bike. She fits the helmet to her head and adjusts the chin strap as I glance down at her five-inch spiked heels and shake my head. She didn’t belong on the back of a motorcycle, she belonged sprawled out on leather seats in the back of a limo with the divider rolled up and me between her legs.  

We were night and day. She was beauty and class and I was nothing, a shell of a man left broken and tormented from war, fresh out of prison, an outlaw—yet, here we were and neither of us seemed to give a fuck.

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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BLOGS REVIEW

Holy head turner at the end! What the what?! Oh this is going to be a good one coming up. There is not a book yet that I have read from this author that you do not fall in love with. Put aside the touchy topics and enter the world to how it is truly portrayed in life. You won't ever get a fairy tale in this authors eyes and that is OK cause her stories may not be for the faint of hearts, but you can't help enjoy reading what is going to transpire and the turns we take getting answers. 

The Dear Readers section was spot on and she wasn't kidding about 70% in we would be drifting on our seats, but she held up her end and ended it somewhat peacefully excluding the bonus we read. We see two completely opposite lives take a turn for the worse you can say and how they help each other in many ways when they least expected it. Stryker may be an MC, but his demons are no match and quite understandable why he was a drifter. I agree with the story that Veterans PTSD are still kinda taboo and pushed under the rug. May our society one day, see that these Veterans are Hero's and deserve the respect for saving our country and freedom. Gina all it took was one game of pool to change your life. It's when you least expect it that your world changes for the better. OK well except the one major hurdle you endured sadly. 

I loved how we continue to see the story from the Tempted Series grow in the Nomad Series. You do not have to read the Tempted Series to read this book. 

Five Facts:

1) Your past only makes you stronger

2) Revenge and family go hand in hand

3) Pretty Girl and those Green Eyes

4) Notebook

5) Chase and Drifter are one and the same

The world may have billions of people, but we may find out just how close these people are intertwined when you least expect it and don't even know it yet. Take the ride of your life and read this book cause where else can you find the Mafia, MC and Russian Mobs with alpha man and women who make these men drop like Angels when they are in the Satan's Knights MC. If you love any of these stories this book is for you. If not you don't know what you are missing.